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Story Line - The Rise of Galandor

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1 Story Line - The Rise of Galandor on Tue Nov 07 2017, 22:49

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Setting: In all senses this place was a oasis, A mead hall. A place brimming with drink , life and merriment. You can feel it in the air, this sense of familiarity that you just cant seem to place. Nostalgic for some, a safe haven from the cold winter winds for others. In one sense this place was many things, but most importantly it was the Ruling Pinnacle of the King and Queen of the North. Now this mead hall was not the same as any other you would find in the north. It was surrounded by forest as far as the eye could see, and beyond the forest lay the frigid Ice lands that only true warriors would even dare to face. Though the dangers were more than simple chill and Human interactions, something else lingered. Supernatural , other worldly and powerful. These are but a few words to describe the creatures that stalked the forest and made this providence their home. If one were to arrive unscathed and unaware, you would be taken in by the exquisite finery of the mead-hall. Your eyes would dance from the beautiful Tapestries and carpets to the fine carvings upon the walls. However even though you feel welcome, there is always a itching feeling in the back of your head that your missing something. That there is more to this clan than meets the eye.

cat232: The icy mist creeped through the pines as the 5'9 maiden made her way through the clearing . Her long black locks now partially restrained framing her face and falling in 2 large braids over her shoulders, the majority of her hair was still free to be swept through the bitter nights wind. Feeling her hands begin to cramp from the freezing temperatures, it felt as if the blood in her very veins were being frozen under her fair skin that was nearly the same color as snow itself. She would bring her hands together in a cupping movement over her mouth, blowing warm air into them. Watching the breath leave her body through the spaces of her fingers and freezing as soon as the moisture touched the frigid air. She had regretted her decision to take a stroll so late into dusk as now she was now lost in this strange new land. Looking down at her bare feet as she squished her toes into the forest floor beneath them, she could smell the musty earth as she dug her toes in further feeling the coolness of the soil around them. The air around her howled through the swaying branches of the pines, whistling to her. Everything here felt strange and foreign to her senses. She had been taken by the King of this land just months prior from her home across the sea. Her people were peaceful and to spare her family she had offered to come back with the King as his wife and Queen. In a small way she was glad that the savage North Men had pillaged her village, as now there were small pieces of home here with her to comfort her. The wind continued to howl and wisp through the trees, she wrapped her wolf fur around her hugging it tight, the furs had been another of her favorite things of this land. In her home lands they had used wool for the majority of all fibers. The steel chain mail that hung between her body and the soft suede dress she wore over it would have chilled her to the bone if she had not taken her fur with her tonight. Closing her eyes she thought of her teachings from the village oracle. The old woman had insisted that she had the sight and she had foreseen her in a dark place with a dark king by her side, she had scoffed at such a thing then but now the thought sent chills straight to her core. The king saying to her that she was not as she seemed as he was not what he seemed...terrified her. In the months since Isleen had grown very fond of the King, he had shown that he was indeed much more than he seemed.. The visions of things she had seen recently caused her to tremble, as she was chilled again tears were brought to her eyes. Dropping to her knees, digging deep into the soil with her fingertips she let her tears hit the small mounds of earth she had formed. Her eyes pierced through the tree trunks as she took in her surroundings more clearly now. In the distance she could see dim lights, she hoped it was the Hall as she slowly rose from her knees. With a sense of purpose to her life, she made her way confidently towards the light at the end of the forest. She would fulfill what she was brought here to do. She would rule as this Nordic Night King’s Queen. She would unlock the mystery within the Kingdom and hopefully unlock the mystery in her self as well. The frozen ground now hardly noticeable to her as she made her strides through the tree trunks, catching her fur on one of the lower limbs she had ducked under to make way back to the Hall. There came a song carried to her ears by the wind as it continued to sweep around her, “What is this magic?” She would say a loud as she broke through the trees, she now stood just feet away from the main hard wood doors that guarded the Hall against intruders. There were several torches lit on the stone wall that encased the door. The 2 guards that her husband had sent to guard this night were leaned lazily against the structure, they did not notice her presence until she was upon them. Nodding to them as she entered, one pushing the door for her as she walked past… She would have words with her King about the less than attentive guards once she warmed herself by the fire.  

Xirelia: The snow was exceptionally heavy today and Relia loved that, so she took out into the strong winds and danced around in the snowflakes, the frost clinging to her icey cold skin. "M'Lady are you sure you should be doing that?" A servant asked her, shying away from the cold weather while it turned her skin pale and her cheeks a rosey pink. "Mother and father won't miss me for a little while, besides just look at this beautiful weather!" The frost elf exclaimed, obviously very much in her element. "They will be upset if you track snow into the castle, M'Lady." The young girl giggled and danced further into the snow, disappearing through the thick blanket then fell from the skies. "Stop nagging me and just let me dance!" She called out to the woman, gradually disappearing further out but the servant didn't have the courage to follow. The older female muttered a pray to Thor to keep the princess safe, just as she had gone completely from sight. "Finally, peace." The elf tracked through the thick blanket of ice and snow, walking past the few people that dared to be out in this weather, passing wooden structures of homes and shop stalls. The blacksmith was still hard at work and she watched him a while, working through the sweat from the strong flames of his bonfire, slamming his hammer down on the anvil. Her icey blue gaze fixed on the red and yellow sparks, while her white hair and long dress blew in the wind. 

alldayj1: -The Draugr Johunn Sigurd was once a great berserker but when killed in Battle the Valkaries of Asgard carried him to Valhala where Odin choose him to join the elite ranks of Draugr. Several years later Johunn, has escaped the rule of any god and lives his own existence. While Alive, Johunn was a warrior but not a leader. He grew his skill and ascended to the title Berserker. Johunn once killed 30 men in a battle with only a fork and his fists. He was fierce and violent and filled with athleticism. He became one of the greatest warriors on the North before his death. He died on a battlefield in Ireland where He was left to face 200 men alone while his clan retreated. He was cut down but not until he killed dozens of them. When he arrived in Valhalla he was immediately selected by Odin to fight for him in prevention of the end of the world. He would not only fight for Odin, he would win battle after battle across the realms. He would earn his place in Odins’ heart and be granted freedom to serve on his own and at will where ever he saw fit. He found himself wandered the realms for 30 years before finding a way to blend in as human and finding Galandor. He began to establish himself and while on a raid met a fair and beautiful woman named Isleen. She captivated him and controlled his emotions. She was the one thing that could prevent his violence and blood lust. It was because of Isleen that he decide to hide in plain sight and appear a human. He created his Kingdom at Galandor and took her as his Queen. He feared her mortal state would leave her vulnerable. So Johunn concocted a plan with the Oracle to sacrifice Isleen to Freya so she may return a witch. He intended for his friend the Valkyrie to carry her back from Helhelm, though he would go get her himself if he had to. He was becoming a powerful king in no time but he had yet to raid to the lands south of Galandor. He thirsted to see what else existed in his world. The King was sane but appeared silly and goofy but mostly it was a rouse. He was wise and kind but also ruthless. He looked out on his people with the bloodlust of a Draugr but hiding in plain site in front of the mortals.

cat2321: She sat near the fire, warming her feet by the warm flames. Watching the flickering tongues of the heat dance in the air, throwing amber and golden sparks as the wood cracked and burned beneath it. Isleen watched it in a trance, She thought of her home and the large fires they would have during feasts. Of the dancing and music... something this Hall lacked. A loud knock at the door drew her attention away from the cozy fire infront of her and she made movement to stand to her feet. They were sore and bright red, though not from the heat. She felt like pins and needles as she stood and padded across the dark planks of wood towards the center of the Hall to see what kind of commotion would be entering through the doors this time, nothing really surprised her anymore these days.... not sinse she arrived... here. 

PayneZileQueen: "Finally" a Dark voice spoke to himself as a tall figure dressed in all black fur, covered in snow came up on a peak that showed the outline of something that contained civilazation below. "Couldn't drop me off here... Course not... Travel all by myself.. Thank you My Queen. Just hope that they at least got the letter that was sent.. And my god its cold!" Damon kept on talking to himself, to distract himself from the cold that he was feeling, despise his extra warm clothing, that made him feel even more uncomfortable since his skin couldn't breathe. Donned with a pair of swords that weren't his usual Dao blades, but a pair of more Nordic swords, Damon didn't feel in his element at all. Questioning if he got here due to him having messed something up, or to simply keep some peace between him and Samuel since Sifrella. Getting his black locks out of his face, Damon made his way down a small pass, traveling down the mountains, being as careful as he possibly could. Though the blindfold kept the snow from his eyes, the wetness did make his face feel even colder. But stubborn as he is, he didn't take it off. "The World is in Darkness, no matter the cold" he thought to himself. As a stone broke off from under his feet, Damon slipped down and quickly drew one of his swords with his right hand. Hacking into the rock, trying to break his fall more. It did slow him down, but Damon didn't get enough of a grip to climb back up, falling, rolling down the mountain wall. Getting hit on his back, his stomach, his sides, legs, arms, and everything. And then, finally. He landed with an loud "Oomph" escaping his lips while he laid face first into the cold dirt. Groaning, happy that the sword he was holding didn't stab him, while it lay broken in 5 pieces in front of him, Damon crawled up and stumbled his way towards what looked like a building of a smith. Leaning against the wall, trying to knock on the door with his arm, he noticed that it could've been broken.. Tapping something that couldn't clearly see with his feet, a soft noise was made. And he hoped that someone would've been able to hear it. "Darmorin Salvatore... From the Iron Dynasty...... Here for the King and Queen of.. Whatever this place is called"

Xirelia: "Will you make me a sword?" The princess asked the blacksmith, he chuckled giving a sort of nod while he focused mainly on his task. "Possibly my princess, but I will need your father's written permission before I can do that." The elf smirked deviously. "I shall be sure to get that for you." And gave a sweet giggle. Hearing a... Well, she supposed it was maybe a knock at the door, or rather a shuffle of sorts her head looked over her shoulder to it. Relia's long elven ears picked up a faint voice, the words broken and came with the sound of pain, 'are they hurt?' she asked herself. Carefully slipping out through the door, as to not let too much wind and snow flow in, the elf found herself standing in front of a much taller person, a man who most definitely did appear to be hurt. "Um, hello... Darmorin? You are in Galador... I can take you to the King and Queen if you want?" She asked him, wondering if she should first take him somewhere to get healed.

alldayj1: -Johunn started off into the Hall not overly concerned by anything but noticing everything. He rubbed his arm against the fur in his throne. He was rather frustrated to hear that two new trolls had setup shop at the edge of the southern forest and he would have to dispatch them. He was smiling his silly grin and staring at the queen like a puppy dog looks at its person. He was so helplessly in love with her and so endlessly ruthless in her defense. He would die a million deaths for her. Johunn knee being a king would be taxing but this was becoming annoying to him to deal with silly issues so he considered giving the Queen more power and more control. King Johunn snapped to attention at the announcement of a visitor... iron dynasty? What was that? “Bring him to me” he would bellow as his eyes told the queen to take her throne-

Guest_ch4rl0tt3: Charlotte’s wings are soaked through to the bone as she struggles to fly in the torrential rain. She keeps shifting her eyes, to try and find one that could withstand the velocity at which she was flying. She screamed in sorrow and anguish at the clouds barreling past her. "The most powerful tribe of shifters, now brought down to grains of ashes." She was lucky to have escaped alive. Through her tears and rain water, she sees a tall castle through the thick downpour of snow of the North and starts flying towards it, hoping to find shelter within. She plummets down to the slick earth, branches tearing at her flushed cheeks. She collapses in the forest surrounding the castle, landing on her back and wings. Charlotte feels her emotions boiling inside her, causing her to uncontrollably shift her forms. Groaning, she stands shakily, feeling her feet change from claws, to paws, to feet again. Her wings shift into a tail and then back to her wings again and and notices her surroundings go from sharper, to seeing red, back again. Charlotte brushed off the snow that clung to her sides and straightened out her tattered clothes, giving up after it shifted into fur. She snarled, and tried to calm herself down, breathing deeply. Charlotte eventually was able to hold her demonic shift, a small frame standing 5’5’’ at 130 lbs, with raven black hair plastered against her ivory skin from the wet snow and her black horns stuck out from her head. Her purple wings drooped by hips and her tail was brushing against the wet ground. Her stained and tattered clothes clung to her curves, and her tribe’s markings on her legs exposed through the tears in her pants. After readjusting her vest and wrap, she looked up and saw her glowing orange eyes make the snow fall glisten in front of her. Feeling her down feathers start to freeze, she wrapped her wings around her body and started trudging through the thick blanket of snow towards the large castle door.  

Guest_Galeboom: -Camille's gaze was in a far off place as a cold wind blew around her, making a shiver run down her spine. The elven oracles ears twitched as the voice of her king pulls her from the soft drumbeat of crickets and rain outside the open window of the bar, she is quick to fill a horn for her king and Queen before she makes her way across the hall. The wood floor feels cool under her feet as she approaches the throne and sits beside the king to whisper information into his ear-
cat2321: The Kings voice always bellowed through the halls at an alarming volume. It shocked her that she could hear him crystal clear no matter where she stood and how many doors were between them. Sometimes she would play deaf and attempt to ignore him, although that usually ended poorly for her. She would giggle to herself as she peeked at him sitting on his throne from across the hall. She padded off towards the kitchen in search of something to eat, She wondered where her daughter had gone off too, it was about time to eat Sup. 
PayneZileQueen: When the door was opened, Damon was welcomed with the amazing heat of a fire. A smile formed on his face as the warmth was touching his skin, even if it was only for a mere moment. The soft voice of a woman filled his ears and Damon caught some words, the warmth made him stay awake, but the cold he had felt for the past couple of weeks did some damage, and the fall earlier really damaged his body. "Maybe,, after some sleep" He whispered softly, as he moved a little closer towards the warmth. Slowly stumbling down onto the floor while a puddle of blood started to form from his sides, his body becoming paler and paler from his already pale skin. Turning over to his back, a rock was shown to be stuck inside Damons left side. "Warmth.. So nice.." He mumbled while he smiled. His eyes closed behind his blindfold.

Xirelia: Relia's arms reached to try and catch him but he was too heavy for her small frame. "Do not sleep! Shit..." Opening the door again, she called out to the blacksmith. "Go and get my father, quickly." - "Yes Princess!" And he ran past her through the door, running to the castle where he'd explain what had happened to King Johunn. In the mean time, Relia hooked her arms under the strangers and with a groan she slowly but surely dragged him closer toward the furnace. "You picked a bad day to come to a place where it always snows." The elf said outloud as if to expect a response. "Come on, wake up." She said, her hands reached and would slap against his cheeks gently. If he didn't respond, she'd inexpect his body for what was causing the blood loss. "A... Rock? You are unlucky." The female muttered with a sigh. "Here goes nothing." She'd say, after preparing one of the pokers in the flames, until it was bright red with heat. "I am so sorry, but this is going to hurt." Her voice a whisper, no sooner did the words fall from her mouth did she yank out the small rock as hard as she could, blood began to flow more freely so within a second she held the poker against the gaping hole to seal it shut, cleansing it too. "Please don't scream, please don't scream." She muttered.

alldayj1: -He listen to the information from Camille that the stranger would collapase but the King was not surprised as many who travel this cold land do so. When the blacksmith came to tell the king, Johunn snapped his fingers and commanded-"Take care of him, when he can speak he will tell me why he is in my home, One guard stays with him, no chains. Be kind" -He was rather annoyed and when he saw his little girl dart around the same time as the visitor he worred she may have contracted some sickness from the fool. Only the hardy could survive this place that is why he picked Galandors Peak to make his home and his kingdom. If anyone should come agaisnt him the environment would always favor him. He glared into the fire thinking of the visitors weakness but understood not all could be like him. He watched Charlottes arrival as well and wondered if the Trolls had anything to do with her hardship. The king saw red and thought the trolls needed dealt with soon. He watched the hall as he thought about all this.-

Guest_ch4rl0tt3: Her attempts at flying over the vast white blanket wasted, Charlotte plowed through the thick snow. As she shivered and focused on her goal, she realized this kingdom might not be friendly towards her kind, nor to the demonic form she was in. Not wanting to pose as a threat, Charlotte shifted into her human form. Her forked tail and tall horns melted into her skin, her black hair changing to a dark brown and her eyes went from burning orange to a piercing green. Charlotte’s vest now has two tears where her wings were, now feeling the cold wind whip at her bare arms and stomach. Readjusting the cowhide pack on her shoulder, filled with what clothes she could find that weren’t burnt, she found her gray wolf-skin shrug that she threw over her shoulders. Smelling the familiar scent of her family in the fur, Charlotte started to run towards the growing wooden door. She winced as she felt her burn wounds on her abdomen open again, feeling hot blood run down her outer leg. Her lungs burned from the amount of cold air she was inhaling as her legs fought against the snow. Charlotte eventually made it to the door and went to knock, gasping as she noticed her fingertips were tinted blue and bleeding. The combination of the freezing cold and utter exhaustion overwhelmed her senses. She tried to contain her shift, feeling her eyes turn bright orange once again as she knocked on the door.  

Guest_Galeboom: -Camille prepared a few herbs for the fallen newcomer, sending the small care package with a trusted guard and nodding to her king as she was off to prepare the food and drink for the newcomers who would be coming in soon-
cat2321: Another loud knock at the door signals the Queen, she rises from her seat at the table with haste and runs for the door. She has heard the commotion and she is fearful for her daughter. Opening the gigantic and heavy wooden door alone is a task for 2 people but adrenalin coursed through her veins at the thought of her daughter on the other side... upon opening the door though... it was not her daughters face she was met with. She stood there staring at the creature, quickly noticing the wound on her thigh. Isleen reached for her, seeing that she was weak and suffering from the extreme cold. ' Please do come in, I beg of you" she said in a soft but firm tone to the female figure " I am Isleen, Queen of Galandor" 

PayneZileQueen: His head light, only feeling the sensation of warmth touching his skin. Damon was close to passing out. Hearing the female voice sounded angelic, it sounded.. It sounded like Sifrella. Ah.. Sifrella.. She'd laugh in his face probably for this, or be pissed off for not being the one to kill him. Maybe both. Then suddenly, a stinging pain coursed through his body, but soon enough he got used to it. As the heat closed his wound, and the radiation started to course through his veins. Opening his eyes, seeing the dark world in his vision. He rose his head and saw some kind of elf hold a piece of hot metal against his wound that was closing up nicely. Slowly moving his arm, getting the feeling back in his body, he took over the metal rod from the girl and smiled. "Quick thinking. Be a dear, and turn up the stove a bit more please?" He whispered softly, but with a thankful tone in his voice. "Heat.. Warmth.. Sun.. Fire.. They heal that what belongs to them."

Xirelia: The hot poker seemed to be doing the trick, the smell of burning flesh even made her gag. "Are you sure you should be moving?" She asked, just as he started to move his arm and her hand bacame empty of the rod. "What do you mean? Quick thinking? Never heard of common sense." She retorted, standing up and Relia rubbed her bloody hands against her dress. "More... Heat..?" She asked quietly, the idea alone made her cautious but she did it anyway. After adding more logs to the fire, Relia used the pump to make the flames burn higher and brighter, but just as her hands started to become slippery, she quickly stepped back to stand near the entrance, the cold air against the door setting her body's temperature right again. "I hope that is hot enough for you." She muttered, but soon yelped when she felt someone hit against the other side of the door. "Princess! Are you okay?" - "Y-Yes!" She called back. "It doesn't seem like he can handle the cold very well, so I will wait until he has had time to get warm by the fire, and then bring him to my father." The elf continued. The guard, though troubled by the idea accepted the princess's command. "Yes Princess, I will wait here. Please do hurry."

Guest_ch4rl0tt3:  Charlotte is greeted by a welcomed gust of warm air and beautiful, regal woman. She instantly noticed the woman’s tone when she spoke, feeling honored to be in the presence of a royal. Charlotte stepped through the doors, feeling warmth engulf her and the smell of food cooking in a faraway kitchen. Her teeth chattered and she held her arms around her waist, trying to hide her wound. The woman introduced herself as Queen Isleen. As the words tumbled out of the woman’s mouth, quickly Charlotte bowed low to the woman. “Thank you, your highness, for your hospitality.” Charlotte tried to control her freezing teeth, wanting to try and represent her people well, but to no avail. She stood tall, wincing as she put her weight on her wounded leg and spoke, “I-I am Charlotte Rose-” She stopped herself, realizing she shouldn’t trust these people completely yet, for they might be enemies of Shifters. Clearing her throat, she continued, “Charlotte Rose, I have traveled far and unfortunately got a little lost in the woods and snow.” She smiled timidly at the queen and looked around her. She was intimidated and impressed by the grandeur of the room she was in. The room gave her a feeling as though she was welcome and safe here, that was until Charlotte saw a large intimidating man with a large hand on his axe. Her eyes widened and she went to her knees in front of the queen, hoping he wouldn’t see her as a threat. 

Guest_Galeboom: -Camille brought warm bread and cooked meats over to the entry way, watching the girl go to her knees in front of the queen she cocked her head and blinked at the girls actions. She looked to her queen, waiting for her reaction to the display as well as peeking out the door to see how far off the rest of their guests were- 

cat2321:  Seeing the poor Woman named Charlotte Rose fridged and frightened before her, the situation only getting more tense as she noticed the King behind her who was already wuite aggitated himself. Isleen placed her hand on the kings forearm, looking into his eyes with a softness. " My love, please she is injured and has not posed a threat. Please put down your axe and assist me in moving her to the fire" She jestured to Charlotte, removing her own fur robe, wrapping it around her. She Yelled for one of the maids to fetch her a bowl of warm water and supplies for the wound. 

PayneZileQueen: As the heat was filling the chamber, Damon felt himself become stronger and stronger. He did feel sorry for the elf that helped him, probably for anyone who wasn't a Fire Elf, or used to this kind of heat, it'll be hardly bareable. Damon took off his jacket and showed his bare chest, scars filling his body while his back was decorated with the tattoo of a dragon. Slashes, arrow wounds, everything once could think of, apart from burn marks. "Common sense or not love. That was some really quick thinking. And excuse the view." he smirked as he took in the heat, the flames of the furnace surrounding him, licking his skin as it wanted to belong with Damon. And when he felt better, and his clothing was all dried up again. He dressed up and kneeled before the Elf who helped him. "Darmorin Salvatore. My friends call me Damon. I am from the Iron Dynasty far away from here. And I am here on a mission by my Queen to help the King and Queen of this.... horrible place.." He shuddered for a moment as he thought of the cold, and the fact that he barely made it out alive if it wasn't for this elven girl. "I owe you my gratitude, and in return, I will be in your debt with any favor you wish for."

Xirelia: With a slightly clenched fist she raised her right hand and coughed into it, looking in another direction after he had shed himself of his coat, though catching the brief sight of the many scars he wore. "It is all right." She replied, her pale blue eyes adverted to the window. An awkward laugh escaped her lips ashe took a knee in front of her. "Please don't do that, and hello Darmorin Salvatore... I shall take you to the King and Queen, now that you are... Better..." She trailed off for a moment. "Uh yes, no favor required. And this isn't a horrible place, just a bit cold. You might light it better when the sun comes up, it will get a bit warmer." She smiled to him. "This way, do excuse the guard." The young elf said to him before opening the door of the blacksmiths, the strong wind blew in and snowflakes trailed across the wooden floor. The guard, a tall male followed them both to the castle. "Mother, father!" Relia called out, her eyes caught sight of a commotion, with another stranger but a woman this time. "What happened?" The elf asked, walking into the warm halls, ushering the man to follow her.

alldayj1: -Johunn picked charlotte up with one arm and carried her to the fire, his frustration showed slightly as he dropped her rather hard on the ground infront of the flames. He was annoyed but wanted to make Isleen happy. He observed that Charlotte was not mortal due to the orange eyes. He wondered what exactly she was and he tried to enter her dreams. Once inside he saw he running through the woods in some animal form. This was enought to tell him she was a shapeshifter of some sort. The king was wise but would not share this with anyone as he constantly worried about scaring the mortals....Hearing Relia calling and with the stranger talking of an Iron Dynasty...He instanly forgot of Charlottes dream and began to glare at the stranger with his daughter. Waiting for introductions would be tourture to him as his green eyes darkened to a deep and endless black.-

Guest_ch4rl0tt3: Charlotte welcomed the fur robe and stood as tall as she could, trying to muster her strength and not show too much weakness in her actions. Her actions however were useless, as the large man, whom she understood to be the King, lifted her with one arm and carried her over to the large stone fireplace. Charlotte yelped as she was dropped to the ground and clutched her leg in pain. She blinked back tears and looked up at the king and queen. Charlotte wondered why the king stared at her when she realized her eyes were casting a faint orange glow. She blinked, shifting so her piercing green ones appeared. Upon hearing a cry, Charlotte turned to see a pretty, pale female and a tall male with scars and a dragon tattoo adorning his back who walked towards them, the female calling out to the King and Queen. The King was clearly agitated by the male, as well as herself.

cat2321: She made haste to check over Charlottes injuries. Her maid was swift with carrying out her orders with the supplies needed. She wrang out a cloth after soaking it with warm water, placing the bowl near the fire so its contents would stay as such. Isleen was soft, delicate and compassionate. She did not wish harm or fear on the woman but this mending was going to be painful and she felt imense empathy with her. Without speaking a word, she started washing the wound cleansing it, and finally wrapping her in a clean dressing. She left Charlotte by the fire to relax as well as to stay warm, she had lost a great deal of blood. When she was recovered she would have Gale fetch her some food and drink. 

PayneZileQueen: Quite surprised with how down to earth this Elf girl was, and raising an eyebrow when she mentioned the King and the Queen being her mother and father. Damon stood straighter after having followed her all the way to the castle. Political, yet he hated Politics.  "My name is Darmorin Salvatore.. I come from the Iron Dynasty in the Midwest. My Queen, Anaya. Would've left a message of my arrival, if I'm not mistaking" His words stern, with a bit of an Eastern accent, but proud and righteous. His posture correct and fitting in his introduction, yet the torn midsection of his clothing showed that he was wounded not long ago. The smell of blood still present, as Damon could smell it himself as well. "And apologies, my Lord. For smelling like blood.. I ehh.. I slipped." His proud posture turned into that of a charmer, trying to keep the mood at least a little light, as he could feel the tension from when he entered the castle. "If it wasn't for your daughter, I wouldn't be standing here"

Xirelia: Letting the stranger do all the talking, Relia walked forward with her head slightly cast down as she smiled sweetly to her father, the glare on her face made her feel guilty. "Nothing happend, Papa. I just tended his wounds, the rest he did himself. I will... Take him to a guest room, while you deal with your other guest." She smiled to her mother and father, walking away before they could say any different, her hand waved to the man for him to follow, where she would take him to one of the guest chambers. "Sleep and clean up, there is wood by the fire if you want it warmer. Do not mind my father." Smiling to the man she waved fair well. "Sleep well, Darmorin Salvatore." And she let the door shut behind her, Relia would then return to the large hall, to her mother and father.

alldayj1: -He knew what Darmorin was speaking of but he smiled his coy goofy grin like he was confused, He turned to the Politician and noded that his daughters words rung true and watched her lead him off to sleep. He turned back to the queen and the shapeshifter. He knelt next to her and said "Why are you here and I know what you are" -All in a voice only she could here. He softened his eyes from the black but still not fully back to its usually green.-

Guest_ch4rl0tt3: “Thank you, your majesty, you are very kind.” She bit down on her lip, stopping herself from whimpering like a pup. When the queen had finished, she bowed her head in thanks. She leans close to the flames, loving the feeling of the heat against her skin again, compared to the freezing cold she had been used to on her journey North. Charlotte watches the interaction between the King, the Queen, the female whom she understood to be the Princess and the newly introduced male, Darmorin. The female then whisked Darmorin away to, she assumed, a guest room of sorts. Suddenly the king kneeled next to her and his voice rang through her head. Charlotte’s eyes widened in fear, her eyes shifting to orange again, giving her away. She sighs and looks between the king and queen, “I am actually Charlotte Rose Prince, daughter of High Chief Aero Prince of the Shifters. I was supposed to be next in line to my throne. However…” Charlotte felt tears well in her eye, brushing it away quickly. Charlotte cleared her throat anc spoke firmly, “About two weeks ago, a kingdom felt threatened by the presence of the neighbouring Shifter tribes and sent armies to exterminate my species. My family and pack did everything we could to fight back, but their weapons were too strong… My parents and siblings were burned alive. I gathered anything I thought was useful and was going to round up any more shifters who might have escaped, but I was seen by soldiers and was chased into the woods. I’ve been flying North ever since, knowing no Southerner would come looking for me up here.” She finished her story and looked up worriedly at the two royals and noticed the Princess had joined them around the fire. 
 
Guest_Galeboom: -Camille often felt a bit at a loss for words as her thoughts would invade at the worst times. she looked between her king and queen, reading her queens expression she offered her queen some herbs from her pouch on her belt to ease the injured girls pain. The oracle then hurrying to the bar to slice up fresh apples that would provide the water and sugars that the girl would need to recover. Her gaze looking to her king and the stranger with his daughter, she would prepare a few plates of food for the new arrivals to ease all tensions as well as fill their bellies. Camille zagged through the tables as she brought a plate over to charlotte first, wanting to ease her queens worry and help the injured girl as best she could. Camille turning and seeing that the injured male had disappeared and their daughter had come back out to the hall, the elf walking over to relia to offer her a plate of wonderful smelling food and inquire about the strange male to see if he also needed soothing herbs-

cat2321: - She looked about the hall, everyday was indeed an adventure here. Staring at the large doors that just an hr or so ago brought strange new persons into her midst... she wondered what other dangers lie beyond the great Hall... They had been lucky enough to only welcome what seemed to be friends. Looking down at the poor girl that was nestled by the fire she thougth of the dangers. Her gaze drifed to her daughter, to her King, then to Camille... she watched the expressions on their faces. Making small steps towards Johunn, she placed her arm in his, attempting to calm him before they retired for the evening. " Charlotte, we are so very sorry for your loss. We hope that we can offer you some sort of stay here with us until you are well. You may come and go as you please but it would please us greatly if you would stay here with us. I can show you to a chamber where you may rest and recover in peace" she motioned for the king to aid her, giving him a pinch as a reminder not to be so rough

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Guest_Galeboom: -Camille strode down the hallway, a mortar and pestle in hand as she ground up herbs in rhythm with her steps. The oracle hummed a soft tune as she came into the main room of the mead hall, she looked around to see if anyone was up since the night before was an exhausting one- "hello?" She said softly-

Xirelia: The library was the place to be this time of the day, from an early morning wake up and having eaten breakfast, Relia kissed her mother's cheek and hugged her father before disappearing for the afternoon, to read any books she might have missed. There weren't any, however there were plenty she'd enjoy reading over again, and would so for a few hours, now that the guests had at least been situated to their guest chambers. Suddenly, a loud smash came in through the window, glass had shattered across the floor as wind howled and snow flew into the room. "Oh no!" She explaimed, hurrying around the room as it became alive, pages and scrolls flying around the room. "Guards!" She cried out, trying to catch the pieces of paper. Relia had to think fast while she waited for the guards to come, so with both her hands aimed at the broken window, she'd seal it shut by manifesting frost from her hands. When the wind stopped, she lowered them. "Princess!" A guard came in, sword and shield ready. "You are a bit late." The female muttered, annoyed. "Go back to your post, thank you." Relia stated plainly, dismissing them and she went about tidying the mess.

PayneZileQueen: The fire of Damon's room was burning brightly. The heat was healing him while it also made him more comfortable, Damon was laying in his bed, the fabric of it was pretty good, yet it didn't feel like home. His head resting on a pillow while the blankets were covering his lower body. Naked under it, he thought about home. And how he barely survived this trip already. This was definitely going to be an experience, this much he knew. Waking up, Damon stood up and grabbed his blindfold to once more cover his world in Darkness. Standing beside his bed, he walked over to the flames and stretched. The flames hugging his body as he got closer. Taking his time to relax a little bit, he finally decided to put on some clothing, putting on his pants and his belt. Damon stood straight and let his body fall onto the floor, catching his weight with his hands and pushing his body up again. Starting his work out with his push-ups.

cat2321: - Isleen sat in the feasting room, stretched out on one of the benches. She had heard footsteps approach her, turning to see Relia awake and cheerful heading in her direction. She received a kiss on her cheek as she explained she was off to the library. She would bid her well and remind her " We have guest to attend to Dear, please do not be lost in books all morning" she would smile as she sent her on her way. She would turn her attention back to the planning of the festivities awaiting for the other guest to awaken.-

alldayj1: -The King was pacing the hall and waiting his usual grin remained but it was noticeable he was impatient to find out what the Iron Dynasty politician was doing in Galandor. He nipped on some fresh bread and sipped cold creek water freshly gathered to wash it down. He was watching his queen rest and wondering what his daughter was reading in the library which is where he would rather be if he was honest. He got bored quickly with the rules of ruling.-

Guest_Galeboom: -Camille's ears twitched lightly as she hears the soft thump of the elf not far down the hall, and the soft creak of wood beneath his weight. She was more patient than her king at times and was glad to assist with anything large or small, the elf spotted her king pacing and gave him a bow "anything I can assist with to ease your mind, lord?" She asked kindly as she shivered from a cold breeze that brushed the back of her neck-

Xirelia: Most of the books and scrolls were back on their designated shelves, the last that was left were some crystals that had fallen from their bowl when it tipped over. Carefully picking them up, Relia had to hop them between either hand as they burned her skin. "Ow, ow, ow." Her hands quickly healed, not even a scar. "To find somewhere safer to put these things." She said out loud, deciding inthe end to put them high up on top of a bookshelf. The young elf would leave the library when it was all cleared, returning to the large hall with a single book in hand. "Hello, Camille." Relia said with a smile, first having met her upon returning.

cat2321: - She continued to fumble with her things in front of her. She Called for one of the maids to fetch her more supplies for medical purposes as she planned to go check on Charlotte here soon if she did not rise on her own. How unfortunate and sad that her whole family had come to such a fate. She wondered if bringing this incident to the King with the thought of forming a party to go search the area for any survivors would be something he would consider... -

alldayj1: -He was watching his queen who seemed perplexed. Still sipping the water. He rattled the handle of his battle axe, bordum did not sit well on the king. He was ansy and ready for an adventure or a challenge. What could he do... What would be worthy of his time. He stared at the queen as if she had the answers but knowing likely she was only worrying about what this day would bring

Guest_Galeboom: "Hello Relia." Camille grinned and gave a polite bow "Have you got a good book there?" She inquired with a soft voice, gesturing to the book in the young elfs hand. Camille was quite a bookworm herself as her memory was a little shot but she reveled in reading a good book, no matter how many times over. "Are you feeling alright this morning?" She asked curiously and gave a soft smile-

Guest_ch4rl0tt3  Charlotte’s eyes blinked open as she woke in an unfamiliar room. The events from last night came flooding back to her memory and she sighed, happy to be in an actual bed. She swung her legs over the edge of the large bed and stretched, yawning loudly. She winced, having forgotten about her burns down the right side of her body. Charlotte stood and stumbled over to her bag, glad to have found it in the room. Looking through the bag, she found her long turquoise gown, the one she was meant to wear for her coronation day. It was the nicest thing she had brought with her, and decided to put it on. Charlotte didn’t want to show up downstairs underdressed, as she wanted to honor those who had taken her in. She made sure her appearance was pleasant, and made especially sure that her shift was exactly as it was the night before, not wanting to alarm her hosts. Charlotte looked in the mirror and smiled deciding to keep her orange eyes shifted, hoping to distract from the long scar that ran down her eye.

Xirelia: Relia's icy gaze looked down at the book in her hand, opening it briefly she quickly flicked through the pages. "Oh, yes. There was a little accident in the library, so I thought I might come and read in here for a bit. Plus Ma told me not to spend too long in there." She giggled, lifiting her eyes to the Oracle once more. "I am very well, thank you. Tell me, though... How are our guests? Is the man all right? I trust his wounds are faring better?" She asked, shifting slightly on her feet. Relia's eyes briefly looked to her mother and father, then down at her book. 'I think father will appreciate this book', she thought to herself.

PayneZileQueen: Hearing the creaking wood under his weight, felt a little weird to Damon's comfort, but he kept remaining his routine until he was done. Turning over to lay down on his back, he kept on going. Moving from Push-ups to sit ups. After a couple 100, he moved to stretches, lunges, and some slow tai-chi movements to remain his balance and focus his energy. And eventually he got fully dressed in an all black outfit, covering his entire body, and some fur of a dead wolf covering his right shoulder. The swords, or well, sword. Remained in his room, but Damon was always careful enough to carry a dagger strapped to his left boot. "Ugh.. How can people wear so much?" He still felt uncomfortable, wishing it wouldn't be as cold here. But rather nice and warm, like Ignoros, or even Iron, while that was already quite a lot colder than the hot deserts he originated from. Opening his chamber doors, Damon decided to walk up towards the throne room. Hearing the winds from the outside in his ears made him anxious, it sounded like nothing he had heard up until he had climbed the mountains of Galandor single handedly. A shudder took control over his shoulders and when it was over, he had reached the throne room. Looking around, he noticed the King and he kneeled down. "Thank you for the rest, Sire. I am sure you have a lot of questions, and I apologize that they remained unanswered until now. I am willing to answer anything you have to ask."

cat2321: - The maid had brought the supplies she asked for. Isleen made her way to the guest chambers, Hearing some commotion upstairs she stopped to listen. The sounds of footsteps moving about the room alerted her that Charlotte was indeed already awake and to keep from having an awkard meeting first thing in the morning she rushed back to the main hall. She would set the bowl by the fire to keep warm as he had the previous night. Deciding that she would instead speak to the King now about sending a party to scout the area where the attack had taken place. Her bare feet padded across the floor, barely making a sound. She liked this, it allowed her to creep through for the most part unbothered by servants and such. Coming into the throne room she saw that the Elf Damon had awoken as well and already sought audiance with the King... She would wait-

alldayj1: -He seemed eased at the sight of the politician. He gazed at him. - "who do you represent again and how did you find us?"- He looked around the hall and was rather annoyed that more guards were not present. He was not worried for himself but for his Queen and daughter. He looked back at the man and waited impatiently for his answers studying his appearance and the cover over his eyes. Johunn wondered if this was a rouse or if this fool really stumbled here blind. He would snap for a maid to bring the guest water and bread. Noticing his queen he nodded to her to come close as he would hear her concern first and foremost.-

Guest_Galeboom: "I heard him exercising" Camille covered her mouth and giggled softly with relia, quieting down as she saw Damon leave his room and bow to the king, she listened carefully as she smiled over at relia- "shall we join them?" She asked and eyed the king and his concerned look, she becons Relia and rests her hand on her ebony sword, nodding to her king to try and ease his worry with a calm smile. She was sure she would not have to use her weapon but she wanted to keep everyone at ease and safe at the same time.-

Xirelia: Relia laughed. "Excercising huh? I cannot say that I am surprised, he seems the sort to do that every morning." Walking closer to Camille, she now stood and her side and smiled when she suggested they join her mother and father. "Yes, we sho- ...Darmorin?" He appeared to be doing better at least, she noted but was immediately met with a worried King who was on edge by the man's visit. "It's all right, Camille." She whispered to her, gently placing her hand upon her arm, when she saw her resting a hand upon her blade. Standing forward, Relia stood beside the kneeling guest, a while smile across her face. "Father, this is Darmorin Salvatore. I met him last night, as you know. He was badly hurt, but I helped patch him up and brought him here." She stated calmly to her father.

Guest_ch4rl0tt3  Her turquoise gown tickled her ankles as Charlotte began her descent down the long staircase from her guest chambers towards the throne room. Chatter echoed through the halls of the castle as she made her way down the steps, careful not to trip on her shoes. She shrugged to herself, “Maybe I should have flown down.” Even though she was only 5’5” she still felt the need to duck under a beam, allowing her glowing orange eyes help her to see her dark surroundings. When she reached the bottom of the spiraling staircase, she smoothed her auburn hair down around her shoulders and smoothed her dress before walking into the room. She was always taken aback by the grand hall, now finally being able to appreciate its grandeur. Charlotte felt good from not having to run and hide for the moment. She felt safe behind these strange walls. Her sharp heels clicked against the dark wooden floor as she walked into the throne room. She saw her king and queen sitting on the thrones, the other guest at the king’s feet kneeling, as well as heard chattering a few rooms down a hall. Charlotte hoped to meet the rest of the members of this fine castle soon. 

PayneZileQueen: "I am from Iron, the Iron Dynasy, and I am here to represent it. And my Queen, the Dragon, she discovered this place and asked me to explore, to maybe form an alliance, and if so. To help smooth things out as much as I can. I am the Royal Advisor to the Que..." Damon stopped in his sentence when he heard the soothing voice of the girl who helped him earlier. He turned his head in her direction and smiled. Moving his head back to face the King once more. "And yes, if it wasn't for your Daughter, I would've most likely bled to death. Must say it was a rather.. Surprising evening, at the least." Damon lowered his head a little bit more. "My friends call me Damon, by the way. Only my parents really called me Darmorin" A soft smile formed on Damon's lips. "I am forever grateful for your daughters quick thinking. And will be in her debt. So please, if those swords that are aimed at me, or the ones that are ready to be drawn could lower down and relax. I do come in peace. Otherwise I would not have slept in your guest bed, my Lord."

cat2321: - Isleen watched egarly as the vistors gathered in the throne room. The fresh wood on the fire snapped and popped as the flames over took each piece. She thought of last night, Charlotte laying there in front of it. She hardly looked like she needed any mending this morning. She noted that she retained her orange eyes, she would giggle to herself for sure the king would notice and have some sort of sassy response to it. He had asked her to speak her mind but she did not want to be rude, now she feared offending Charlotte if the King did not have a postitive response to her inquiry so she would wait until after the guest had dispursed. The poor girl had been through so much already and she did not want to weaken her spirits further.

alldayj1: -The king listened to Damons words and wondered how powerful the Dragon was. He watched the mans actions and his appreciation for his daughter. He also looked past him at the other things going on about the room. He knew the Queen wanted to talk to him from her face and her gate. He was annoyed that he had to do kingly things when that is not what he wanted to do. He looked at Damon and said - "So your Queen, how did she hear of us? and what does she seek from us?"-

Guest_Galeboom: -Camille relaxed her grip on her sword at relias soothing voice, the young one was far wise beyond her years and the elf nodded in aproval as Damon spoke of relias quick thinking. This Hall was full of smart and reliable people no matter how mysterious they all may be, she smiled In thought as she listened quietly and leaned forward in interest-

Guest_ch4rl0tt3  Charlotte kept to herself as the King spoke to the man on the floor, not wanting to interrupt. She watched as the two men spoke of an alliance between their kingdoms. Charlotte had heard of the Dragon Queen before, but never got the chance to know her. Her parents always were invited to the grand parties where the Queen was also invited, but they never were able to attend due to their duties at the Shifter villages. She remembered finally getting an invitation to one herself just before the attack, sighing at the missed chance. Charlotte leaned against a large pillar and stayed silent, not wanting to interrupt the royals and their politics. She caught the queen’s eye and smiled to her.

Xirelia: Relia laughed softly at Darmorin. "You are being modest, friend. I only did what anyone else here would have done, the same in your Kingdom I would have no doubt. I will leave you both to talk. Father." Stepping forward, she reached up as high on her tiptoes as she could, just reaching her father's cheek where she kissed it, then went over to her mother to hook her arm through hers. Standing beside her mother, the shorter girl would rest her head upon her arm. "Ma, there was a little incident in the library, I managed to fix it with some ice but the window need repairing." Relia confided in her mother, knowing her father would be busy for a time.

PayneZileQueenPayneZileQueen : "My Queen hasn't really heard of you, she simply discovered that this place isn't in ruins anymore, and went by the old name, Galandor Peaks.. She asked me to look around and well. Here I am. As for what she seeks, she seeks nothing, but is always open to form an alliance.. Am I bothering?" Damon did notice the Kings uneasy and bored look. And to be honest, Damon was also bored. But was used to hiding it for his Queen. Damon stood up and crossed his arms. "I am talking to the King. Am I not?"

alldayj1: -He grinned his silly grin at Damon and allowed him to wonder for a moment. - "Yes, the kind is who you speak with. I am King Johunn and I have seen your likes before. I have seen a lot of things. I did not know this place before but I asure you we are not going to end in rubble and ash. So is your queen fair? what of trade? we desprately need grains..." - He trailed off agian distracted seeing the shapeshifter briefly and then the ordeal with his daughter and something about a window he thought he overheard. - "I,...I am sorry, a lot is going on each day and being King is a new task for myself."-

Guest_Galeboom: -Camille quietly rose from her spot, deciding to be more useful by heading to the bar and preparing foods while her king handled important matters. She began on a scrumptious smelling dish of rabbit and herbs for everyone, humming quietly as she grabbed a few potatoes and onions behind the bar and walked over to the fire pit to stoke the coals to life-

Guest_ch4rl0tt3  She winces when the man stands and asks if he is questions if he is speaking to the king. Charlotte notices the king see her and smiles at his bravery in admitting he was new to his kingship. Even though the man scared her, she saw he was kind under his tough exterior. Charlotte watched as a woman who helped her last night stand and walk into a hallway where the smell of freshly made food wafted from the kitchens. Her stomach rumbled quietly, hoping it wasn’t too loud for everyone to hear.  

PayneZileQueen: Smiling as the King introduced himself, he nodded softly when he heard th confession. "Only a true leader is not afraid of admitting something is new. And my Queen is quite fair, the Red Dragon is one of her names. Maybe you've heard of her? Grains I can give, if I am able to send a Raven or an Owl or something, which I don't think is able in our current situation. Given the storm. And I can help you in your leadership, if you want me to help out, at least. As I said, I am the Royal Advisor of the Queen"

alldayj1: -He would watch the room and wonder if the trolls were going to bed down for the storm, maybe he could catch them off guard.. he snapped back to his present self and says - "The storm will hold us for 2-3 days but then we can send ravens. Another thing, you see we aim to protect the fear of the people so please understand our coyness" -he flashes his eyes black for a moment to emphasize what he meant - "what of the former inhabitants of this land?"

Guest_Galeboom: -Camille let the flames of the pit rise as she stuffed the rabbits she had prepared with herbs and onions, throwing the potatoes into a pot of water to cook. She listened to her king and the advisor to this red dragon which made Camille curious and anxious at the same time, she knew her king would make decisions for the good of the people in his land. The oracle putting the whole rabbits on the spits and letting them turn on a slow rotation-

cat2321  She acknowledged her daughter and the window, it would have to wait until after the storm had passed to be fixed propperly but the could board it from the inside. Leaning forward she would wink at the king letting him know that it was not a serious matter as he was beginning to look a little stressed. The smell from the kitchen lofted through the hall, it smelt amazing and she was indeed starving. She allowed her glance to follow through the room at the guests, trying to judge if she should have the meal prepared and tables set. She called for a maid to attend to the matter, seeing that Damon and the King may get into an in depth discussion... she thought it well to allow them to talk over the meal instead. " Your Magisty, may we continue such things over sup?"

Guest_ch4rl0tt3  Charlotte’s ears perked up when the Queen mentioned food and grinned to herself. Deciding to make her presence a little more known, she walked as purposely as she could, limping slightly on her wounded leg. She stopped just before the thrones, just behind the other male and bowed her head. “Your majesties, I am sorry for interrupting. I was hoping to get the chance to properly thank you for your generosity. You’ve shared your home with a wounded stranger and saved my life. I wish to repay the debt in any way shape or form for you.” After finishing her speech, Charlotte looked up and flashed her eyes proudly, a sign of respect in her culture.

Xirelia: Relia observed and paced slightly, wandering around her home while everyone else did as the would, a book still clasped in her hands. The mention of food made her ear twitch, maybe she was hungry but she couldn't really tell, not eating as often as most people do. "Talking around a meal sounds like a great idea, Ma." The elf said out loud. "Which Camille has so wonderfully prepared for all of us." Relia continued as she swayed her hips side to side, her long dress doing the same when she moved.

cat2321: - She stood, motioning for Johunn to join her extending her hand as she did this. " My love, I fear that if we do not eat here soon we will be far too famished to discuss such things. I know our guests must be ravanous after such an eventful evening." she purred to him in the softest way possible. Her stomach now growling on its own and she hoped that he did not hear it and mistake it for a attitude that she did not have at this time. However if he made her wait much longer her cool demeaner would shift quickly-

alldayj1: -He nodded to his Queen and took Isleens arm. With his Bellow - "Sever the meal and feat like kings for the GODS love us let us eat!" - With that they walked to the tables and took seats at the mean. Roast rabbit, deer and more. Lots of breads and vegtables. And most of all MEAD! lots and lots of mead. Mead of clover, wildflowers, buckweat....so many kinds and the kind loved them all. He grinned foolishly as he filled his horn and began the meal with both guests and family. His talking of his seat signigaled for everyone to do so-

Guest_Galeboom: -Camille quickly washed her hands in a wooden bowl, as eager as the rest to dig into the food that had been prepared. She sat down at the table and smiled at everyone around her as she poured herself horn and raised it in the air "To the health of the kingdom, let us show our guests some merriment and welcome them with delicious food and drink." Camille grinned and took a drink from her horn

Xirelia: Relia giggled at the excitment most appeared to show at the idea of the meal, all too happy to join everyone at the large banquet table. Eating quietly through the meal prepared, Relia eventually peeked over the table to her mother. "Ma, I don't suppose I might be allowed some mead?" The elf asked, the tips of her ears turned a shade of pink, just like her cheeks while the words fell from her lips.

alldayj1: -He begins to eat the rabbit watching the queen pick at hers as well. He watched her soft face and delicate fingers as she picked at the meat and broke up the bread. The King knew he was truely lucky and he simled often as his beautiful queen as he could not help it. He would then turn and answer his daughters silly question - "Have you killed a boar or a deer yet Relia? That is the price for a few sips of mead my dear"- He chugged his mead chuckling to himself that he had slained thousands of animals and men and he had truely earned his drink.-

Guest_Galeboom: -Camille watched everyone with a soft smile as she sipped her drink and broke off a small peice of bread, buttering it and taking a small bite with the rabbit on her plate. Nibbling she sat back in her chair and giggled softly at her kings words to his daughter, she raised a brow and made an innocent comment "but she did save a man at the doorstep the night before my lord" Camille bowed her head respectfully and looked up with a playful twinkle in her eye-

Guest_ch4rl0tt3  Charlotte felt her stomach growl again as she looked down at her plate of food. She tucked into the rabbit, glad to actually eat something cooked for the first time in a while. She smiles at the princess’s request and takes a sip of the mead herself. “This food and mead is wonderful! Thank you for sharing this meal.” She takes another bite of the rabbit, trying to control herself. Hearing the woman’s comment about the princess saving the man, she spoke again, “You must be proud of yourself for saving the man, I applaud you.” Charlotte smiles warmly at the princess.

Xirelia: Relia frowned at her father, turning her gazed down to her plate. "You know I have not, father. I have... Tried, but it just is not something I can do..." She shifted in the chair. Sitting back, Relia had eaten most of what she could but avoided the meat. When finished, she ate through a small breadroll that was still slightly warm to the touch. Her eyes raised from a plate to Camille after she spoke and she laughed softly. "As would anyone else. Please, it's really nothing. Just in the right place, at the right time." Relia muttered, replying to the other guest as well. With a heavy sigh, the elf stood up. "May I be excused father?"

PayneZileQueen: Eating the meat like his life depended on it. And drinking the mead as water. Damon stuffed his face. Not thinking about any manners, since he hasn't eaten like this in over 3 weeks. His stomach growled, hungry for more. Then he heard Relia and he had noticed she hasn't eaten her meat. Feeling slightly guilty now that he was almost inhaling his food whole. He stopped and looked at the Princess. "You don't eat meat? I know some people who choose that diet. Apologies for eating mine so close to you" Moving his plate a few inches away from him.

cat2321: - She scoffed at the King... Relia was certainly old enough to have mead and since when did ladies have to kill in order to drink without even turning to the King she spoke in a confident and firm tone " Please dear, Take my Mead. I am not sure I have the stomach for it at the moment Relia" passing her horn to her daughter smirking as she did knowing the king would likely have something to say about it. She placed her hand on his thigh under the table and gave him a squeeze.. She directed her attention to Charlotte " I am sorry, I did not mean to be rude earlier in the throne room, I believe I spoke over you and the King may have missed your statement. How are you feeling today?"

alldayj1: -Johunn first noted the words of Camille and recalled his daughters brave actions. He then noted his daughter’s annoyance and disinterest in her rabbit. He nods and says, - “You may leave the table but first! We must celebrate your brave actions, I nearly forgot my daughter is a hero…..Everyone raise your horns to my Daughter savior of Damon…SKOL” – Then the king looked at Charlotte – “I did not mean to not respond before but Dinner is….Dinner” –He snickered- “You are welcome to stay for a time but your debt is not to me, it is to my Queen Isleen and she is the decider of such matters regarding yourself” –He looked on to Damon now and again wondered what sort of relationship would come with his Queen.-

Guest_Galeboom: -Camille frowned softly and snapped her fingers for a maid, whispering into the woman's ear and signaling her off to fetch some veggies to steam for the princess. Camille nibbling on her bread as she listened to her king and raised her horn, grinning as she looked to relia to see how she took the mead before taking a sip herself-

Guest_ch4rl0tt3  Charlotte smiles at the king and queen, “I completely understand. If I’m honest, I was also distracted by the smell of the food. Charlotte raises her mead horn high for the Princess and cheered for her bravery. She then addressed the queen, “I am very well, your majesty. Thank you so much for taking care of my burns. They are still a little sensitive but I’m just grateful they didn’t get worse. As I was traveling, I didn’t get chance to bandage them and was afraid of an infection.” She takes another bite of her food and swallows, continuing to speak as eloquently as she could, following her mother’s instructions, “I know I am a stranger to you all, so if you have any questions, I would be happy to answer them.”

Xirelia: When Darmorin spoke, she looked down at him and gave him a kind smile. "No need to apologise, meat just doesn't sit well with me. My body is quite cold, as you have noticed." She said to him and gave a small laugh. When her mother spoke to her, her icy gaze looked up and she smiled gratefully to her, reaching her hands to take the horn. "Thank you mother." Frowning at her father again, she shook her head. "Please do-..." Her cheeks flustered at her father's sudden celebration and she hurried off in embarrassment, leaving the horn on the table to the library.

PayneZileQueen: Listening to the princess, he nodded softly and pulled his food back. Continuing his food since he was still very hungry. No taking in any of the things that are being said around him. All he thought of right now was food.

cat2321: She would release a heavy sigh, loud enough for Johunn to hear. She did not know what had gotten into him as of late but she hoped it was just the excess of mead in his system and the guests that made him forget his head with their daughter... 2 offenses in one evening she was not likely to forgive easily. grasping the arms of her dinner chair, she stood slowly to see if he would catch that maybe he should be the one to make chase this time and make peace with the words he had spoken.

alldayj1: -The King was disappointed at his daughter’s reaction. Stopping the Queen from running to manage the crisis. He stood from the table and nodded goodnight to the guests and friends alike. He was annoyed that his attempt to honor Relia had failed so horribly. He looked into the queens eyes to see if she was disappointed in his attempt and nodded to her that he would fix it. He stopped briefly by the throne to grab a new book he had found in a burnt down house on the edge of town. He made quick work of the hall and the assent to the library to find the princess. In his usually Kingly way he made he presence known well before she could see him. He sat on the edge of her bed and said – “I am sorry my dear, I was mearly trying to tell everyone I was proud of you. I know I am hard on you, I have to be. This world is dark and difficult and you have to be strong.” -He gulped,- “I may not always be here to protect you my dear.” –He handed her the dirty old book, grinning, - “bet you haven’t read this one, I love you Princess, goodnight” –With that he excused himself shaking his head and down on himself knowing full well being a father was harder than being a King.-

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GraveDigging: -Ivar had wandered far and wide to reach his third destination on his long journey. He and his two followers, an advisor, and a guard that accompanied him were shortly behind the prince. The prince, who wouldn't be recognized unless he took his hood off from his dark brown robe that covered his entire body, hands included. He looked towards the sky, feet planted in the thick snow.- "A storm is coming... great." -He looked at his advisor in curiosity, his gorgeously embered eyes being the only thing visible of his face.- "What is it that you think we should do?" -His advisor, dressed similar to the prince, though robes with a bit more intricate design, while the guard had intricate heavy armor though, for how thick and chunky the armor was, he moved effortlessly. The advisor sighed before speaking.- "I think we should continue towards hour destination, it's only a few more hours. If we can reach there before the better part of the storm hits, we'll have nothing to worry about." -Ivar brought his hand up to his chin, rubbing it for a moment before the 11 year old nodded.- "A sound plan, let's move with haste." -Once he delared what they were doing, they moved. Through the snow covered fields was their first priority, if worste comes to worste they'd hide in the trees, though that was only a back up solution. Ivar stopped once more, and turned back. The chunky kid looked at the two men.- "Let's make a wager for fun. First one there gets 30 gold, 10 from everyone." -He smiled, before being accepted by both of them. He spoke once more.- "And don't you dare go easy on me just because I'm a royal kid." -He chuckled, before darting off across the field, though unfortunately he knew that he was the slowest in Titanreach as of yet but even so, he took off almost making his form a blur. The two men followed suit which they were beyond blurred. As they all raced, they quickly left 6 trails through the snow, heavily imprinted footsteps as they made their way through the thick snow. The temperature dropping, and time against them, Ivar picked up the pace. He had already known that the men were almost to the trees, which he was pretty far behind him. And with his stragety, he'd lose as he knew he would but fun was the name of the game here. He pushed harder, running as hard as he could, though not much faster as he was just a moment ago. The sky darkened quickly as he ran, though if he had walked, or any of them, they might get caught in this horrendous storm. He only hoped, that the rulers of this place had some heat in their abode, and weren't those like he was just at the day prior. He finally saw it, the edge of the trees in his sprinting, pushing as hard as he could to make it there at least. By this time he knew the two men were already there, probably still in the trees waiting for the prince to arrive. Ivar knew he could handle any animals, after all, he had himself tossed around like a ragdoll just the day prior by his father's pet.-

cat2321: Isleen Stands from the table " Well that was an eventful evening. Please help yourselves to all the mead and meat you wish. If you will excuse me for a moment" swiftly but with grace, she moved gracefully across the planks without so much as a creek from a board. Johunn had mentioned a storm coming and she had not had a moment to mention anything to him about a search party for any survivors from Charlotte's tribe. The chances that there were any survivors was slim to none as it was but if there were any injured persons they would surely parish. The thought of innocent lives lost in such a harsh manner brought chills down he spin and tears to her eyes. She paced towards the fire place in the throne room, wait for her King to return from consoling their daughter. Moving across the fur rug, the softness was an instant relaxing touch for her, she would nestle up on the couch, wrapping herself in furs and wait for him to return to the main hall.

Xirelia: Relia had gone to bed with a smile on her face, having left the banquette and settled things with her father with thanks of the book he gave her, which for most of her nap filled her mind with pleasant dreams. However, some way through her sleep Relia's dream became cold, the view of snow fell around her as her feet sunk into the ground. Trapped, scared and cold Relia fought through the snow of her dream. Then she heard it, a loud roar and the banging of drums, scared for her life she tried to run faster as she felt the ground shake beneath her feet, like heavy footsteps stomping on the ground. But then, she stopped and turned to face whatever it was, seeing nothing but a few pairs of bright blue eyes. Scared to move, Relia was stuck as the creatures walked toward her. "No... No... No..." She muttered in her sleep. Just as she was about to be grabbed, by what she could only assumewas an ice giant, Relia forced herself awake. Sitting up she screamed, her eyes darting around the room to make sure it was just that... A bad dream. When she tried to get out of bed she was unable, stuck just like she was in her dream and she looked down to see her hands frozen, stuck to the bedsheet and her room coated in a blanket of ice and snow. A loud bang came out the door and she heard a guard call out to her. "Princess?!" - "I...I am fine..." She called back to him, her voice shaky and unsure. "I cannot get in Princess! The door is stuck!" He called out to her, banging down on the door as hard as he could. She thought for a moment, thinking the door must be iced shut. "G-Get Darmorin! He can thaw it." - "Yes Princess!" He shouted back and quickly went in search for the man.

PayneZileQueen: Damon had left the banquette earlier. The raging storm wasn't someting the fire elf could appreciate, though the hard winds that blew against the wall did soothe him. Having reached his room, probably not even been noticed by any of the other guests that he had left. Laying down on his bed, still fully dressed in his black, fur covered outfit. He welcomed the heat that came from the fireplace that has been burning in his room the entire time. It was in a place that it wouldn't form a hazard for the entire castle, and the flames were burning safely in it's place. When he was about to doze off in a snooze. His door banged loudly. Groggy, Damon looked up and eventually moved his way to the door. Opening it and seeing the guard. Staring at him from his blindfold. "What.." He mumbled and when he had listened to what happened. Damon simply shook his head and pushed the guard forward. "Go on then.. Lead the way. What are you standing here for? Go on" And the guard started to walk. Damon followed quickly after, with his 7'1ft he was easily quicker than the guard but he remained behind him. Once arrived at the door. Damon knocked loudly and heard the creaking of ice clearly noticible. Not to mention the cold mist that formed from the door. Damon simply turned around and glared at the guard, who. Despite Damon's blindfold, could tell that the Fire Elf was looking at him in a way of saying "You really didn't see something was off?" Shaking his head, Damon knocked hard on the door. "It'll be just a minute!" Huffing a little, annoyed that he was now basically called to be the Elven Blowtorch, thawing the door until he was able to open it. "Tada! Wasn't that hard, are you alright Princess?"

Guest_Galeboom: -Camille rises from the table and smiles at the guests, excusing herself as well she took a walk down the hall with her hand resting on her the hilt of her blade. The elf turns swiftly and enters one of the rooms, gathering firewood from the stores to keep the hall warm. She shivers and lifts her head, her ears twitching as she carries the bundle of wood to the pit and dumps the load onto the coals, which caused flames to creep up the logs. She looks to her queen and wraps her shoulders in furs before sitting beside isleen and giving her a comforting smile "do not fret, your king adores you and would go to the ends of the nine worlds for you." The oracle cooed in a soft voice-

alldayj1: Johunn was pacing the halls as he tried to decide what the best thing to do was. His wife was a mortal and her clock was ticking both in aging but also in her relative safety as he knew danger lurked. He would consult Camille again about their plan but he was fairly certain it was the best plan to go with. He thought and thought and finally decided he would go back into the hall and tell Isleen the plan. She knew he was considering something to give her strength but this….this would seem crazy to the mere mortal human. He was sure he must do this for her so he stomped off back toward the main hall with his head down and his thoughts racing around his head like a pinball. The King entered the main hall in a burst and nearly a jog as he crossed to the sitting area where Queen Isleen was sitting and before considering who was listening and what they would think he said in a normal voice calmly to his queen- “Dear, I have decided that the best way to save you is to help you grow yourself. I am going to give you the future….” –He trails off seeing the worry on her face and Camilles- “What is it, what’s the matter?”-

GraveDigging: -Ivar raced through the snow covered trees, knocking into some of them sending vibrations up them and made a trail of snow behind him. This was both tactical and accidental. He didn't mean to hit them, but at the same time, he meant to hit some of them to cover their tracks. He finally saw the opening that led to the castle, and at the edge of the trees, the advisor and guard much as he predicted. He finally slowed some, the storm starting right behind him. A downpour of sleet and rain at first, though he figured that the real action was not far behind. Once he reached the two men, they were all soaked, or at least the robes were. The guard chuckled, knowing that he wouldn't be that wet regardless. Ivar then walked to them and eyed them both and held out a pouch that contained 10 gold.- "So, who won?" -They laughed before the advisor took the pouch.- "Of course I did, you expect me to lose to someone with that much armor on?" -He looked at the young prince with curiosity to his answer, in which Ivar only replied lowly.- "My father would have won... anyway let's go." -He moved up to the stairs leading to the intricate doors with unique handles. Learning his lesson the last time, he reached up with a fist before bringing his hand forward, and knocking on the door rather loudly three times. Afterwards, he put his hands in the opposite sleeve, as he looked now, he'd seem to be a floating robe without a wearer. The mentor and guard stood on the step below as they all took a deep breath, and stood straight as respect and awaited a greeting, standing in the downpour.-

cat2321: - Her eye lids flutter, she is barely able to stay awake. Emotions are flooding through her, and its taking a toll on her body. It had always been this way for her. She could feel others pain, feel their joys, her soul feeding off their aura's in a sense. Snapped back to reality and the current state as Camille placed some logs on the fire, hearing them crackle as the flames kissed the new fuel it was given. The fire grew for a moment, casting bright light around the hall. Isleen looked towards Camille as she took a seat next to her, asjusting the furs that Isleen had wrapped herself in. Feeling over whelmed with concern for those that have been lost, she cries quietly into her hands as Johunn approaches her unknownst to her having been caught in her own mind for some time. " My dear, I am heart broken at the possibility there maybe injured or firghtened members of Charlottes tribe stranded out there in this storm. I can not shake the visions from my mind. I meant to broach the concern with you but the evening and events got away from me and now I fear its too late" She continued to sob into her furs, though no amount of tears could undo the terrible events that had taken place-

Xirelia: When Relia heard Darmorin's voice she sighed with relief. "Okay!" She called back to him, still trying to pull her hands free from the frozen bedsheets. She could feel the heat off the door and the temperature change in the room as he began to thaw the door. Relia found herself laughing and was pleased by the sight of him, at his sudden celebration when the door finally opened. "I am... I think... I just kind of..." She trailed off, looking around her room that was covered in snow. "I'm stuck. I cannot get my hands free. They..." She pulled up on her arm as she tried to wiggle free once again. "They won't come loose. And it won't stop snowing!" She screamed, angry with herself.

Guest_Galeboom: -Camille watched her queen with concern and lifted her chin, wiping the tears from her cheeks with a soft smile "lady isleen you really mustn't fret, they will be assisted." The oracle rose from her seat and paced for a few moments before turning back to her king and Queen with a bow "I can gather a troop of guards to form a search party" she suggests respectfully and watches the pair with concern-

alldayj1: -Johunn was fixated on the Queen, entirely neglectful to the rest of the room. He was so absolutely and entirely entranced by her essence and her request was his command. He heard her words and replied- “Not another tear, Not another worry, I will tend to this myself, Deal with whomever is at the door” -Turning to Camille- “No Need”– He took off like a bolt straight out the mead hall doors past the 3 strangers on the steps and into the storm. Those on the steps were blinded by the snow and wind but had a chance to see some of the sight as the king kicked forward and right before their eyes launched his body upward several feet into the air. Through the storm they could not tell exactly what he was doing but after a few moments where the king once stood now stood a massive angry white wolf bigger than any seen in the woods. He was muscular and fearsome looking but the wind and the snow prevented the guests from seeing the Kings clothes about the ground and his crown laying in the snow. The wolf let out a partial howl and bolted into the trees in the direction of the place in which Charlotte had come. The guests at the door did not stop him, the storm did not stop him, and nothing would as he would do anything for Isleen even if it was dangerous. He ran off like a flash to see if survivors were to be found and to find the villains who committed the crimes. He cared not that his advisors and troops would be mad he went alone or than he was forced to display his non-human nature, all that matter was the completion of the mission and the smile it would bring his beloved-

GraveDigging: -Ivar and the two men behind him leaned back a little bit as the door flew open. Ivar noticed a man darting out, though didn't necessarily care what for. He was here on his own bit of business. Obviously seeming a bad time, he cocked his head, his 11 year old mind seeing an opportunity and seizing it in total. He spoke a bit loudly, not being welcomed inside just yet, they all stayed outside where the downpour had turned to a vicious snowstorm. He slightly leaned his head inside, feeling the warmth flood his face under the hood.- "Does this mean we should come back later?" -He spoke surely loud enough for someone to hear, and kept his hands in front of him, as everyone else did. They all noticed the sound of a wolf, though paid no mind to it. They figured it was larger than any of the others around, and took note that it might be a pet of sort. If it did attack, of course they'd defend themselves. Though they knew it wouldn't. As they stayed on the steps, they all sighed once again, before Ivar turned to the guard and advisor.- "Lovely night out, isn't it?" -They all shook their heads in discomfort. Allies seem to be a hassle, or so Ivar started to think to himself. Though perhaps of course this was just some sort of issue to be sorted out.-

cat2321: - The fridgid air blew into the hall, she shivered as it crashed against her now warm skin. Goose bumps raised to the surface of her skin. It was not just the storm that chilled her to her bones this evening. She feared for her King and said a silent prayer for his safe and speedy campaign she had sent him on. Isleen rose from the couch, and moved to address the visitors at the great doors to the hall. They had not come in yet but the door was wide open and while her daughter was equipied for such freezing temperatures she was not.

cat2321: She walked across the throne room to the center of the hall. With authority in her voice she welcomed the guests into the hall " Welcome to Galandor, Kingdom of the North! Please come in and seal the door behind you. Our King has left but for a breif moment and will return shortly. I would be happy to settle you with Mead and a meal while we await his return" Beconing them to advance into the warmth of the Hall.

Xirelia: Relia continued to fight to get free, pulling on her arms as Darmorin stood in the entrance. Never had she hated being a frost elf so much in this exact moment, because of that damn dream. "Please get me out of this! I've tried melting it but I cannot." She cried out as she at least managed to get free her right hand, his heat already starting to slowly thaw the room. But the arm furthest away from him was still stuck and she pulled on it with the other.

PayneZileQueen: Watching the Princess struggle was actually quite a pleasing look, of course he got that it wasn't nice for her and everything, but the image was quite funny to him. When she finally pleaded for him to help, he simply walked towards her and bent over. His face and now exposed neck being very close to hers. His right arm stretched over her body and held over her arm, not touching her in any way but letting the heat radiate through his skin. Warming her up and the entire room with it as he noticed it all started to melt. He grinned and slowly moved back, his lips barely grazing those of the Princess once he was done with everything. "Might want to light a fire in this room, Princess. I might not always be around to help out, you know?

Guest_Galeboom: -Camille shivered as the icy air whipped her hair in her eyes and caused her to squint, she noticed the figures standing in the large doorway and followed her queen to greet them. She trembled from the cold as she grabbed a few thick furs for their guests, she smiled at them as she took her place beside the queen and gave the three a welcoming bow-

alldayj1: -King Johunn traveling quickly as the white wolf and arrived in deserted small town full of death. Frozen corpses and looted homes were all that were here. No living except two who were sitting on a wagon at the edge of town just finishing tying down the last of the loot. Johunn leaped through the air ripping the driver off the wagon in a violent spearing motion opening his large jaws and taking his throat from his body in the fall and leaving the man without breath or life in the landing. He then regained his balance turned his body, braced himself and launched back to the wagon head-butting the second criminal knocking him unconscious. Johunn scooped the man up onto his back by sticking his muzzle under him, then tore off like a shot back for Galandor. He would take this thief back and beat the truth from him about who was behind the attack and who would pay for it. Johunn knew he would have to be careful who saw him and how he arrived back to the hall. When he reached the edge of town he stopped and looked around to be sure he was unseen then transformed back to his Human form. He quickly stripped the unconscious man and took his clothes for himself. Putting the fool on his shoulder he raced toward the mead hall. Stopping around the spot of his prior transformation to re-acquire his crown.-

GraveDigging: -Ivar nodded to the woman who at last greeted him at the door. Once she spoke he walked through the threshold, though not before his advisor and guard darted inside and taking the furs graciously, pleaing thanks. Ivar on the other hand. Walked in calmly, and closed the doors behind him. He shook his head slightly and sighed. He whispered silently to himself.- "I thought I was the child here..." -He turned to face the woman and removed his hood, revealing his lightly tanned skin with blood red hair, about shoulder length. His eyes flared as the light hit them, which looked as if his eyes were smouldering, littered with embers. He bowed his head in respect and opened the robe and took it off. He sighed and looked at the dripping cloth beforeseeing an empty hang rack or from what it looked like, and hung his soaked robe on it, hoping it'd dry by the time of their departure. He stopped for a moment, and shook his head, how could he forget? He faced his greeter before giving a proper bow.- "Thank you for welcoming us. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Ivar Vendassin, son of Kai Vendassin, and Prince of Titanreach. Along my side who so abruptly took to the warmth, are my advisor, and my guard. Please try to not pay them too much mind. They are working after all." -He then looked around, his clothes underneath the robe were damp, though they were somewhat lacking. His clothes were similar to a black karate gi, though without a belt, instead, it was his tail that wrapped around his waist to hold the shirt together.- "I've come here on... a homework assignment of sorts issue by my father." -The chubby kid spoke in a serious manner, eyeing the gracious halls.- "That being said, this assignment is simple. Mostly a meet and greet. Though of course, as allies. I'll need to know a bit about this place as well as individuals, if that's alright of course." -He watched as there was drink and food all around, though shook his head in refusal- "No thank you, just warmth will be enough for me, thank you." -The truth was, he was a tad hungry, though he had eaten prior, and knew that he was here to do what he was here to do, nothing more, nothing less.-

cat2321: Isleen was thankful as the 3 males entered the hall. The door being shut behind them by the guards with a loud clash echoing through cooridor of the building. As approached her coming into sight she said to them in a kinder more gentle tone " Welcome, I am Queen Isleen. I apologize again for my Kings untimely departure but it was of urgent matters due to the storm. Allow the maids to attend to your soaked furs and take the ones from Camille in the mean time. Are you sure that I can not offer anything to you in regards to food to satisfy you? It looks as though you have traveled a bit in this weather?" Seeing that the Prince was but a boy she could not help but think of her own daughter. She was a soft and delicate creature... maybe it was time for her to start taking on more political roles within the Kingdom. She wondered what was taking her so long to join them, it had been some time. She gazed towards the stairs to the bed chambers.

Xirelia: Relia's cheeks turned a soft pick as he loomed over her, reaching just close enough for the ice and snow to melt around her. As it turned into water she cringed when her bed became soaked in water, as did the floor by an inch or so. "My father is not going to be happy." She sighed in comfort as she felt the room warm up and finally, when her hand became free she through her arms around Darmorin, clinging to him tightly. "I'm sorry I had you called, I did not know what else to do. I knew no one else could melt it... And..." She burried her face in his neck when she fell quiet. "I will try make that a habit..."

PayneZileQueen: Surprised by the hug, Damon wrapped his arms around her as well. Honestly enjoying the fact to be held, his stare blank at a wall. He wasn't completely sure what to think or what to do. With a smile, he gently pushed the Princess off of him again and looked into her eyes from behind the cloth that covered his eyes. "It s a good habit to have Princess" He spoke softly but wise. Eventually standing straight again, he moved outside of the room after bowing for the Princess. He wasn't 100% certain on what to do right now. But, he was tied so he decided t go back to his room. Walking slowly, very slowly. He gave anyone the oppurtunity to catch him if he was needed again. Damon was tired, exhausted even. And once he would reach his room, Damon would make sure to lay down again.

alldayj1: -King Johunn burst into the hall leaving the big door wide open. He dropped the naked unconscious man on the floor. He looked at the guards and said – “Lock him up” –His eyes were black as night as he scanned the hall to see what was happening in his stead. He was irritated but also attempting to display calm at the same time. He was stomping toward the 3 guests who he darted past on his exit, He looked at the queen and waited for the Queen to whisper what he missed in his ear. He grinned his sly grin and boomed “A Prince hey? Titanreach did not send word of your coming. No matter, be warm and ask your questions.” The King took a horn of mead from the table and began to chug it still catching his breath from his run through the woods. His eyes began to soften as he tried to calm himself. He leaned into the queen and whispered -“no survivors, one prisoner”-

GraveDigging: -Ivar nodded, taking a fur graciously and wrapped himself in it though shook his head once again.- "No thank you on the food or drink. I'm quite alright, thank you again." -He noticed the door being shoved open yet again, by the king. Ivar raised a brow, though didn't flinch, only looking back at the events. Ivar whispered to himself silently.- "I prisoner, eh? Hm..." -He noticed the man stomp angerily up towards Ivar, and as he looked up at him, his eyes scanning the man.- "It wasn't necessarily planned out, more so on the spot." -He referred to the point the king made about no word of sending him here. Ivar then started to pace slowly, thinking of what sort of questions to ask, and how to ask him. He snapped his fingers in a "Eureka!" moment, and looked to the king and queen.- "Before I ask, it's a pleasure to make your aquaintence. The majority of what I need to know is, who and what you are. And what is it that our alliance is based off of, as well as how it benefits both of us." -Ivar's words were wrapped in curiosity, he had a problem with questions, and refrained from making it seem like an interrogation.- "This is because my father wished that I learn who we were allied with, and started to learn as to what it means to rule." -His eyes fluttered for a moment, holding back his boyish ways as best as he could. He took a sigh, and finally straightened himself out, calm and collected.-

cat2321: - No sooner than the King burst through the doors, Camille went into a trance and collapesed to the floor next to Isleen. She tried to catch her and break her fall but the Kings entrance distracted her, and she fell with a soft thud onto the wood boards. " GUARDS" she called out, She bent down on her left knee to lift her head and check her vitals... Breath, good pulse, but she would not awaken. The guards that were nearest were the 2 at the main entrance, they were upon them in an instant. " Carry her gently to her chambers. I will follow shortly." they stood, neither of them making a move " NOW" she bellowed, her anger and hostility rising to the very ceilings of the hall. They clambered about and lifted her body into the air, removing her to her chamers with haste. Isleen rose, a pain in her knee from coming down on the hard surface so quickly. She would wish the guests goodnight, she was overwhelmed from the days activities and she wished to attend to Camille. " Forgive my leave, but I must attend to Camille and then I mean to retire myself for the evening." She moved to Johunn, embracing him for a moment before heading to Camilles chambers-

Xirelia: Relia looked up at the man and she smiled slightly after he had put space between them. She watched with a frown as he left her room, even before she had time to thank him. Her absencce must have been noticed by now, so leaving the somewhat submerged room she went after him. "Darmorin! Wait." Standing before him, she smiled and reached up on her tiptoes to kiss him softly on the corner of his lips, leaving the tiniest snowflake pattern on his skin. "Thank you." No sooner had she done that, was she off again her cheeks burning a bright pink as she made her way into the main hall. There was a commotion, she guessed something bad had happened though everyone seemed safe and well. Relia immediately went into the throne room, fixing her now dry dress given by Darmorin's heat as she regained her composure.

Starscream: “The giants remain on the perimeter of the island, nobody leaves, nobody enters.” Kai said to a man in a long robe of fine material who jogged to keep up with the rather tall king who walked across a field which overlooked the sea, a cliffside on his right side. “Yes, your grace. Just- what of the mainlanders?” He asked, before Kai raised an eyebrow, stopping in his tracks to look back at the small man. “When… If they even reach our waters… The giants are to swim out to them and crush their ships. I won’t have them believing they can intimidate me.” Kai said finally. A silent voice in his head was seething. If only he did what he used to do and just burn the whole place, turning it into a wasteland, he wouldn’t have to keep up with petty politics. Just as he was thinking about burning, as if it was telepathy, a huge black shadow was cast over the land he and the lord stood on. Aemar the Reaper flew above head, making a large circle around Kai before descending nearby. “Are we clear on the orders, My Lord?” Kai asked, his phantom eyes boring into the man who seemed more in shock that Aemar was so close by, yet hadn’t even attacked yet. “Y-Yes Your grace.” He said, bowing his head before backing away. Silently, Kai turned and walked toward the large dragon of which the king treated like a small animal despite its sheer wingspan from tip to tip being almost 200ft. As Kai walked toward Aemar, the dragon lowered its head, its shoulder lowering too for Kai to climb atop its back. The behemoth of a dragon rose up once Kai was upon its back, making a low growl sound as it walked its way toward the cliffside, looking out to the sea. Spreading its wings, Aemar let out a loud roar which made the ground below him tremble, before launching himself from the cliffside, catching the wind, and flying off into the distance, turning north with Kai upon his back. Hours later, Kai squinted as he held onto the horns at the base of the dragon’s back. The wind was strong, yet Aemar’s course was not altered. The large dragon was almost unfazed by the cold, and apparently the strength of the wind too. Every now and again, the dragon let out a loud roar, audible over the roar of the wind, yet not loud enough to be heard from miles away. It wasn’t until he spotted buildings that he really began to make some real noise. Aiming straight for the largest building in sight, Aemar roared at the top of his dragon lungs before nose diving toward the space in front of the castle. With a massive flap of his wings, sending snow everywhere like white dust, Aemar landed in front of the castle heavily, his weight making the sound of him landing coming across as ‘BOOM’. Aemar let out one last roar before lowering himself, and allowing Kai to climb from his back. Landing on the ground, Kai could definitely feel the difference between Aemar’s body and the cold itself. It definitely helped to be a fire breathing beast in a place like this, however Kai was unfazed himself. He had lived in the coldest reaches of the polar regions of Zendasalen before Titanreach. Walking toward the doors with his all grey attire, Kai looked left and right at the area whilst Aemar was casually resting with his eyes closed and head low where he landed. The fur on his right shoulder blew about slightly as Tempest made the sound of trapped wind on his back as the vicious wind swept past Kai, who unrelentingly continued forward, reaching the doors. Surely Aemar making so much noise would have notified the inhabitants that he was here. If not, Ivar his son would definitely know which dragon was outside. It was not long ago that a whole battalion of men died because they caught the dragon’s bad side.

alldayj1: -Johunn looked at the boy somewhat surprised by his intelligence and proper approach.- “I am Johunn, King of Galandor I am a……Mere Mortal of course….”- He trailed off slugged some mead and began again- “Our alliance, Well your father and I are both warriors and our lands could either be friends or foes. Trade is also important to an island and a tundra ha. We usually take what we want but trading works as well.” –He snickered at this bit which he found amusing. He eyed the boy and nodded. Johunn finished his mead and set down the horn. He looked back to the boy. “What else may I answer? It is of a late hour will you be staying for the night?”- Just then they heard the thunders roars outside the hall. Johunn’s eyes returned to pitch black and he motioned for his daughter to get behind him. He nodded to the guards to get the door for the newest arrival as he looked on with a look of cautious jest-

GraveDigging: -He listened to the man as he spoke, staying still and cocking his head seeing as there were many elves around. One of which just entering the room. He stopped for a moment and raised a brow.- "I notice there's a lot of elves here, are they not immortals? Stories told of some who were... well, immortal." -He looked curiously only to be halted by the question of whether they were staying. He cleared his throat only to answer quickly.- "We will not be, we have a long journey ahead of us still, and the sooner we get home the better. And no worries of the storm, we'll be more than fine. Thank you for the hospitality." -He then heard a thunderous roar that halted Ivar in his tracks. He knew that roar anywhere. Aemar the Reaper... The dragon whom tossed him around like a piece of cloth yesterday. He looked up at the king, and spoke lowly just before he figured the doors would open.- "My father is here." -He looked behind him, knowing that Ivar would have to look at the horrendously massive beast again soon. Too soon, if he asked himself. Though he had no idea his father would be coming. He gave a sigh, and turned back to face the king.- "I do have two last questions." -He leaned forward, leaning on a chair by the table.- "What kind of things are traded? And how are they transported?"

Xirelia: Seeing as everything was far too busy for Relia to need or want to be included, she would retire to the library for the night, seeing as her bedroom was occupied by water. [Imma just throw that in as it's short]

Starscream: As the doors opened, Kai patted the fur on his shoulder, the dust falling from it as he made his way into the castle. The King of Titanreach, all the way in Galandor. There was a first time for everything, Kai guessed. Looking around, he let his phantom eyes adjust to the lighting. He refused to acknowledge the stares from the guards who he towered over. Being close to 8ft made him quite the spectacle, but he had gotten used to it by now. Still moving forward, the snow which had clung to him began to melt, but this was the least of Kai’s problems. Where was Ivar? This was one of his last tasks, and Kai was rather interested in seeing how he was getting on. As he approached he heard Ivar ask about the trade and whatnot. Kai didn’t say a word- not just yet anyway passing a pillar, and being casted into darkness which revealed the way his phantom eyes still glowed mutedly in the dark. “King of Galandor.” Kai said. “Finally I see you in the flesh.” He continued, stopping near the group, but not very close. “I see you have given shelter to my son. Good to see since the winter here is rather harsh.” Kai said finally, his phantom eyes mysteriously switching between all the guards in the room, and all the other people in sight, including the young ones the king hid behind him.

cat2321: - She hurried up the stairs and burst into Camille's chambers, caring not of formalities as she was worried for her friend. The guards passed her as she entered, hearing a loud shadder and roar outside the hall, the hall itself did not move but she could sense something was not quite right... she stopped in her tracks. " Go NOW! Return to your post and do not move from them unless the King or I bid you to do so!" She rushed to her beside. A cool cloth applied to Camille's forehead, she must have had a vision so intense and vivid it overwhelmed her mind. Isleen wonders is that is what looms outside the Halls great door. Leaving the cloth resting on her forehead she turned towards the chamber door. She would pad softly across the floor, taking the cool metal handle in her grip, and carefully shutting it as not to make a sound. Isleen started towards the throne room, feeling poorly for leaving her King to attend to guest alone.-

alldayj1: -Johun spoke to the boy “We hunt, we mine. we like boats and weapons not of this land. And we move things by boat and wagon. The elves, yes they are among us as are some other things” –He grinned at that comment and then watched Kai enter and boomed immediately – “Strange that two kings should meet at this hour. Is everything alright?” –Johunn looked on ominously with his pitch black eyes and his hand a twitch. – “Your boy is representing you well, asking some questions of our alliance.” –Johunn focused his gaze on Kai and snapped his fingers for a maid to offer Kai a horn of their best mead.Johunn briefly closed his eyes thinking of the things that no one knew and hoped he would not have to reveal them.-

GraveDigging: -Ivar stayed, facing the king and cocked his head for but a moment. It was indeed later on in the night by now, though even Ivar was wide awake. Watching the King close his eyes, he himself squinted. He then looked back and nodded to Kai.- "Father." -He then looked back at the King of Galandor, blinking a few times before starting to back up towards Kai. He then spoke once more, this time in a completely different tone, a tone that was both curious and possibly could be taken as a bit intrusive. Though he saw the King focus on something other than what was in front of him. This was purely speculation on Ivar's part, though he's never seen anyone do that. Resting eyes perhaps, but never in front of guests.- "Is everything alright?" -He asked, only to finally stop backing up, knowing he was at a decent distance. He got on guard, the air became heavy and tense around him as if something was seriously wrong. Ivar's advisor and guard both joined Ivar's side after greeting Kai. Ivar then looked back at his dad, only to check if he was indeed still there.-

Starscream: Holding his hand out slightly to tell the maid ‘No thank you, Kai only looked to the King of Galandor. “As expected from an heir of the Vendassin Dynasty.” Kai said, hearing soft footsteps patter in toward the throne room. “Things could not be better. I would ask the same, but I am guessing you will find out when the blizzard passes. Is it always like this here?” Kai said. His mood was in slightly high spirits, whether that was a good thing for Galandor would be decided upon Kai’s leaving. A blizzard was only a storm with snow, and those who knew Kai, knew he was Master of the Tempest. There were two ways one could look at this title. One was to look at it from how his sword was named Tempest, another was how his control over the elements was at the peak of its power during storms, for reasons even he knew not. Looking to Ivar, the guard and the advisor, Kai looked to Ivar a last time, no obvious expression on his face as he did the fastest wink in greeting whilst he knew he had Ivar’s attention.

alldayj1: -Johunn attempted to downplay his distraction. – “all is well, I just prefer we have time to prepare a feast should you visit Galandor again.” –He grinned his sly grin and walked to a table grabbing another horn and began to taste its contents. He seemed relaxed and almost light hearted and his eyes began to soften back to their original green color. Looking at Kai he said -I prefer the storms. They settle my soul. Besides you are not the only one in tune with the weather friend.” Johunn came around the table in almost a dance he was so excited about the topic. He did not fear Kai but did respect him. Johunn was a relative unknown in Valeria and he liked it that way. He did not care to reveal all of who he was as he feared his guards may run off in fear.-

GraveDigging: -Ivar squinted his eyes as the king changed his tune faster than he'd ever seen anyone had before. He stepped back once more, still in front however.- "Then I shall make it my obligation to send word my next visit..." -As the king moved towards them for another drink, Ivar stepped back even more, now behind the advisor and the guard, though still in front of Kai. Ivar was given assets to use, and this was the time for him to use them. Even if he did think ill of the guard. The air around him lightened, though Ivar still had a bad feeling about this.- "I think I've gathered the information that I need, thank you." -He didn't turn away from the king, more so kept his eyes locked onto him. Ivar himself stood guard, though the thought of not being able to do anything useful crossed his mind, he didn't phase from his determination. Something was awry, and it helped that Kai was here, but it wasn't enough to get a full grasp on himself. Simply due to this was a royal visit, and he now feared the worste to come of it.-

cat2321: - Isleen contined through the hall, down the stairs and to the throne room. Her bare feet were chilled to the bone. She began to almost hop to the fire in attempts to warm them a bit. The vibes in the room have tensed, she can feel the emotions dancing somewhere between hostile and friendly. She adjusted herself and proceded into the room with caution. She knew that there was something more to the men that had entered their hall... she just was not sure what at this point. She watched as the little prince stepped back further towards the larger man standing in the midst... Who was he???? He had to be the tallest man she had ever seen... well... almost she giggled to herself as she thought of other things... Curling up at the fire as she had earlier, this time placing he back resting on the arm of the couch she sat and watched the interactions between them-

Starscream: Kai watched Johunn make his way over, speaking as he did so. Placing his hands in front of him, holding his left wrist with his right hand. “Uh huh. So what aspects of the alliance were you discussing before I so abruptly stumbled upon your abode?” Kai asked, raising his eyebrow as he turned his head toward the King of Galandor after he spoke of the weather. Kai thought of what he could be, yet it didn’t matter. Kai of course kept a clear sight of where he was, and kept his senses completely sharp. He did know for a fact that there was no threat here. At least not to him. It didn’t matter how many minds Johunn could read if that is what he was doing. Kai didn’t need to think to fight. Noting the female approaching, Kai paid no mind as she was nowhere near him, however Ivar was the real problem. Kai wasn’t going to say a word about the boy. He was doing well up until this point but now, he was all over the place yet Kai did not blame the 11 year old. He had nobody to depend on since he was threatened. The guard was weak, so he couldn’t depend on him. He definitely couldn’t depend on the advisor. Ivar could not even himself- ‘Good.’ Kai thought. This would teach his son that no matter what, there was always someone out there more powerful than him, which meant he had to keep improving. That is what the Vendassin genes did best- kept improving. This was the one day he had lesson upon lesson which would show him how inferior he was to anyone of importance, and if it couldn’t drive him to give his all and surpass his limits during his training, then he was no son of Kai’s.

alldayj1: -The King was still somewhat sing song but also very aware in his demeanor. “I wish to increase our trade with Titanreach should we be honest, more ships would be preferred. We could offer more mined minerals and metals.”- He smiled and said to Ivar – “Have you ever heard of Draugr? The undead warriors of Odin who can control weaker minds, change size at will, shapeshift, and effect the weather among many other things? They are frightening, sometimes haunts peoples dreams around here. I don’t think many of them inhabit Valeria. Interesting and powerful creatures. One could hide in plain sight. Frightening isn’t it?” – He sipped his mead watching the pair’s reactions. – “So will you stay or will you fly off on your dragon? And when can I visit Titansreach? I am interested to see the home of your people, Oh yes, and this Iron Dynasty, what of them and the Dragon queen? Her advisor arrived a few days back and has taken a liking to my daughter.”-

cat2321: - She felt her pulse drop back down to a normal pace as she finally understood why there were so many harsh vibes floating about. The little Prince was still proving himself. She made a mental note that their own daughter was about to be more highly involved in the politics of the Kingdom, she was of age for a woman to begin to do such things. Isleen sighed as she rose slowly from her seat at the fire. " I believe that I missed your entrance... I am the Queen Isleen. " She took confident and purposful steps towards the extremely tall man that hoovered in the center of the hall to make a proper introduction-

GraveDigging: -The young Vendassin took note to the man's words. 'Draugr' as he called it, what a foreign name. He shook his head in a bit of weariness at first, though once he asked if it was frightening, it was like a spark shot through his head. He lowered his head for a moment, stepping back forward and facing the king.- "Undead hm? That means you must be a pretty old fart of a man..." -He then brought up his hand to his chin, stroking it for a moment, making it very clear that the embers in his eyes started fluttering rapidly.- "That must mean that you may have been buried at one point... In which, it'd be safe to assume that you're quite flammable." -He stood guard, though hands stayed where they were. To his own surprise his eyes didn't ember more, which he knew due to how he was feeling. This king's "up in your face" action made Ivar's resolve nothing but stronger. This was due to dealing with it for so long, though thinking back, he closed his eyes and let out a sigh, collecting himself. Though once he opened them, they stayed on the king. He paid no mind to what the queen was doing, for she had not addressed him since she entered the room, though was speaking to his father. In a sense, there was dread to Ivar, though none of that mattered at the moment. He stood fast, and let his hand drop from his chin, his eyes locked onto the frame of the king, daring not to look into his eyes.-

Starscream: “That could be interesting.” Kai replied to Johunn’s suggestion of more trade. “We could discuss that further another time.” Kai said finally before watching the way he spoke to Ivar. He wasn’t particularly bothered in the slightest, so long as Ivar was not touched, regardless of how softly. As the queen approached however, Kai raised an eyebrow. “Kai. Vendassin.” He said to her in response, still focusing on what Johunn was saying to Ivar before continuing. “It is a shame, time is short, and we are going to be rather busy for a while. Perhaps you can both visit at some point. Kai said, looking to Isleen directly. “The Queen in Titanreach would be pleased to have someone to entertain. Feel free to come by.” He said finally before looking to Johunn. “We can finish this discussion when you visit. But for now…” Kai said, his hand lowering toward Ivar’s shoulder, landing on it heavily, getting a small gasp and wince in response from his chubby son, the weight of his hand purposely being uncomfortable as if to tell him to behave himself. “We will be on our way. It was a pleasure.” Kai said before turning around, Ivar’s shoulder still under his hand as the advisor and guard followed them out to Aemar who awoke in response to people getting closer. With Kai there, it was possible for anyone to climb his back, but without him, people would die trying. Once they were all mounted on the dragon, it lifted itself up before launching itself into the sky, back toward Titanreach.

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PayneZileQueen: Walking beside her, enjoying her touch and how playful she became towards him. He teased her back by occasionally trying to avoid her or to touch her back or shoulder or cheek. "Yes, noble family remember? And I'd love to teach you how to fight, some self defense is always good. Especially if you and I are going on adventures later on"

Xirelia: Her head tilted to the side slightly and she laid her cheek against his hand when he touched it, his touch making her giggle. "That would be fun. We will have to practice that whole, me making the temperature around you warm enough, so that you can generate heat as well."

Guest_ch4rl0tt3  Charlotte groaned loudly as she woke, stretching out her limbs. She mumbled, complaining about her aching bones. “I need to shift, human’s getting uncomfortable. Maybe I’ll escape for a run later. ” Charlotte sat up on the edge of the bed and leaned over to reach her bag. She pulled out another gown of her mother’s she had found in the rubble of their home and pulled it over her head. The long onyx gown fell over her small frame, the black feathers tickling her legs. She brushed out her hair and sighed, gazing down the dress. She could picture her mother clearly in the gown, standing next to her father proudly, a paragon for royalty. Charlotte felt proud that the raiders had dismissed the dress as a simple frock, instead of one that symbolized power. Hearing a knock on her door, she greeted a maid, who said she was summoned by the King to the throne room. When Charlotte decided her appearance was decent, she quickly left her room, closing the door quietly behind her, in case the other residents of the hall were still asleep. Charlotte walked carefully down the corridor and stepped down the spiraling staircase to the main hall, her footsteps echoing off the cavernous walls. She shivered as she neared windows, seeing huge storm clouds brewing. “I’m going to need to find a thicker dress… or be a wolf. Might freak them out though.” She chuckled to herself and stepped into the throne room. 

cat2321  Isleen sturred from her slumber, the sun shone in through the windows. If she had not had such a vivid recollection of the events the night prior she may not have believed they every happened. She stretched, grasping the furs around their edges, pulling them up over her eyes sheilding them from the rays of light. She was enjoying the comfort of her bed all too much, rolling over reaching for Johunn her hand fell on an empty but warm cover where he had been. Isleen would grumble to herself " Rise and shine I suppose" running her palms of her hands over the fur, letting her fingers play in its fibers as she finally conceited and rose from the bed. She would slip the warm house coat over her undergarments and head for the main hall. Her stomach rumbled and she noted it was likely due to all the stress as of late. Marching out of her chambers on a mission to feed herself and enjoy the day she smiled as she opened her chamber door to people bustling about, and headed to the hall.

alldayj1: -The King grinned his sly grin and his eyes were wide and full of excitement. He could barely wait for everyone to arrive in the throne room for his announcement. He wiggled his fingers against his side and his gaze darted from pillar to pillar as if that would make those he waited for arrive faster. He was as excited as a child on Yule. His foot tapped a little to try to displace some of his giddiness. He watched as beams of sun shone into the hall like the Gods wanted his announcement to be basked in the light of the sun. He briefly thought to his time spent as a white wolf the night prior and the beauty in the rage he displayed to the looters he found in Charlotte’s village, the carnage enthralled him and made his bloodlust grow and fester. He was so antsy to get to the one in the dungeon that he almost forgot his pants in the bedchamber.-

PayneZileQueen: Walking along the Princess with some form of pride, having her arm hooked into his own. Smiling brightly until he heard the footsteps of the King inside the throne room. Slowly unhooking his arm from the Princess, he whispered softly into her ear "Sorry, don't think it's smart to walk in like this with the King walking back and forth like a mad man.." And when he apologized he kissed her cheek and took a few steps back to let the Princess walk infront of him. He couldn't help but slowly whistle, he could always blame a guard for it if it was heard by someone. He did like what he saw, her dress was beautiful and her curves looked stunning in it. Once he had entered the throne room after the Princess, Damon looked nothing but professional, he bowed in front of the king to show off his respect and then started to talk. "Good morning my Lord. Will have to say, not even my own Queen was this excited to see me." pointing out the fast pacing of the King. He smirked slightly and playfully. But then stood as straight as he could. "Though on a more serious note. I do thank you for letting me stay here, and I would like to offer you something in return. Given our age, 20 years of ruling something what used to be in complete ruins. Is not really something to write home about. As you have pointed out yourself, you are fairly new to all of it. I want to offer myself as your Advisor. I have been for the Queen of Iron for a long time now, and I know the ins and outs. You will remain King, of course. And your word is final, but I do think it would not hurt to have someone with some experience help you out from time to time." When he said this, his pose went from straight to a kneel, knowing that it would've been appreciated by his own Queen if he had offered something like this. "If you don't think it would help, then my apologies for my offer my Lord. I meant no harm by it"

Xirelia: Relia stumbled a little when she heard the footsteps of another besides her own, Charlotte was the first see saw but her thoughts and mind were turned to Damon when he took his arm from hers. "I understand." She whispered back to him with a small but sad smile. Taking the lead, she walked ahead to see her father headed in their direction. Suddenly she felt awkward and her cheeks went red. "Fa-Father." She said, giving him a polite bow. Watching the interaction between her father and Damon, she wondered what his words might mean for the future, a heavy duty though he seemed to know it well. Relia looked off into the distance, trying to avoid the gaze of her father.

Guest_ch4rl0tt3  Charlotte swayed into the throne room, seeing the king sitting on the edge of his throne, clearly buzzing with anticipation. Her heels hit the stone floor as she waltzed into the center of the room, curtseying low like her mother taught her and stood, crossing her hands in front of her. As she rose, Charlotte pushed her long wavy hair over her shoulder politely and smiled at the rest of the guests in her room, nodding to the Princess Relia and Damon. She spoke eloquently, her head bowed slightly out of respect, “Good morning, everyone. I hope you have all had a pleasant evening.” Charlotte turned her burning orange eyes to the king, “I believe I was sent for?”

cat2321  She took a deep breath as she paced slowly into the throne room, one of the maids had announced that the king had asked everyone togather for an announcment. It was far too early in the morning for such things and her stomach was heavily protesting her obediance at this point in time. She would smirk at tht thought of going about what she had planned for the day but she feared his reaction and wanted to know what was on his mind that took him from their bed so early. Isleen strolled through the cooridor, smiling gracefully as she realized that she was the last one to arrive... also fearing that it made her appear lax in her Queenly duties. " Good morning, I trust everyone had a peaceful and relaxing sleep?" She would turn to one of the maids " Would you mind terribly serving something quick to the throne room, I am sure that the guests are just as starved as I am" directing her attention to Johunn. " My Dear, what is on your mind this early in the morn?" before taking her seat at her throne. 

alldayj1: Johunn listened to and watched Damon’s display of respect. He nodded to him and spoke – “You would not be missed by your queen? And there is another matter. In order to serve me you would have to go with me on a little adventure..” – He would trail off so excited and almost busting at the seams to say this bit. He would refocus on Charlotte and blurt out – “Why yes you were hahaha, MAIDS… we need mead now for everyone , a toast of sorts.” –The maids filled in and passed out horns of mead to everyone at 6 in the morning. This was unusual. The King was poised for his big announcement that made him so excited. – “As you all know, last night the Queen asked me to take a little…. Trip to the place Charlotte is from.” –he beamed with pride in his missions completion. – “I brought back one of the rascals responsible.” –Turning to Charlotte- “With your help I would like to discuss some things with the prisoner.’ – His grin so large he might split his cheek – “Everyone I called you here to announce. A RAID! That’s right a raid! On the perpetrators of the attack on Charlottes home.’ –Turning back to Damon- “Adventure!”-

Xirelia: Relia's head turned to her mother when she spoke out to the gathering group. "Good morning mother. I... Slept very well. I have already eaten, however so I am fine on the food. How are you ma?" She asked her with a smile, and then her father seemed to be up to the brim with excitment. 'An announcement?' She thought to herself. 'Is ma pregnant..?' She asked herself, though she had been acustomed to being the only daughter thus far, a sibling would be nice. She was snapped back to reality when her father shouted 'Raid!' "A raid?" She began. "We have a... Prisoner in the castle..." The worry she felt was obvious on her face, was that safe and wise? Looking between her father and Damon, she took a moment to put two and two together. "You are sending Damon with you, father...? But... The storm." Pausing a moment, she pursed her lips in thought, but finally spoke out. "Father, I would like to go with you too. I have my abilties, I can help. And I can aid Damon in keeping himself warm. Please...?" She pleaded with her father.

Guest_ch4rl0tt3  Charlotte smiled at the queen and nodded her head in earnest. “I slept perfectly your majesty, thank you for asking. Although the morning was particularly chilly, but I think that might be due to my lack of proper clothing.” She chuckles and looked down, seeing her tribe’s tattoos adorning her bare arms. When the king began his speech, she accepted the mead from the maid and returned her attention back to him. Her eyes widened as the speech was directed to her, both alarmed by the attention and thankful for this words. Suddenly feeling unconscious, Charlotte brushed her hair over the scar running down her eye and left her gaze on the king. Charlotte’s eyes widened when the king mentioned a prisoner, feeling her body start to shake in anger. She felt her skin prickle, threatening to shift, as the air around her started to visibly vibrate. Charlotte breathed, trying to keep her cool, not wanting them to fear her emotional state. 

cat2321  " Honestly Dear, mead at this early hour?? I have not even eatten yet?" she glares at Johunn and gives him a dangerous and warning expression. Setting her horn down next to her and waiting for the food to be served instead she listens to his announcment, Relia moves cautiously past her father and comes to her side. ' Yes my love, I slept quite well although I can not say the same for the rising. You are up aweful early this morn! Is everything alright dear you look troubled?" she would say at a whisper so that the King did not hear their conversation. Isleen watches as Charlotte speaks, her fussing with her hair and her bare arms. She makes note that as soon as this gather is adjurned she would have proper attire fetched and fitted for the girl. She notes the scar that she tries to cover with her hair again and wonders of her past. 

alldayj1: Initially the King was prepared to shoot Relia down but he had a moment of brilliants or so he thought and said to her – “If you spend the next day beating up that southern elf and he says you are ready, then you may go” –He chuckled thinking if Damon wanted to stay he would have to learn to adapt to the cold. As he finished a thought of losing her brought great sadness to him for a moment before the excitement of the raid retook his emotions. Then he focused on charlotte a moment wondering if she was going to be able to handle torturing the ignorant savage in the dungeon. Lastly his gaze fell upon his wife. He smiled like a idiot as he looked at her. He was so helplessly in love with her. Finally he spoke – “I am sorry my wife for the early hour but Raiding is our most celebrated activity.” –He hands Relia a mead horn. – “Your first raid dear, SKOL”-

Alva666: As the whole beings, livings and ppl gather in the big hall, talking eating and drinking how it seems Erik, one of the warriors would be asleep in one of the corners near the mead completely drunk and tight asleep from the last night leaned against the wall still the horn resting in his hand. After a while of things getting to settle down and the conversations start to begin the males sleep slowly got disturbed, him waking up with an kind of noisier yawn tho unheard due to all the ppl chitter chatting. He suddenly rushes up into a fully sitting position bumping his head on the wall of his drunk head was still kinda dizzy and spinning, muttering silently he looked around noting he woke up of the Kings Skol before he slowly climbed on his feet rubbing his forehead some. Not really knowing what was going on he slowly tapped towards the voices looking over them before stretching and raising his voice.. "Morning, how late is it that you all are talking this much and everyones awake?" his expression was more then confused as he pulled up his bottoms some more pulling on them until they were comfortable to wear again, the mead horn still resting in his hand as he looked down to it remembering that he needed to be pretty drunk again

PayneZileQueen: Hearing the excitement in the Kings voice, along with the Queen, Charlotte and also trying not to smile when he heard Relia get accepted to join in a raid. Damon did nothing but nod and cross his arms. "A Raid sounds like fun, do need to stretch my legs. Has been a while." But when he realized that he needed to train Relia. He almost cheered, but kept his cool. It was good that his eyes weren't shown, since they did fill with joy. Nodding softly towards the King, he spoke. "I'll train her, and I promise you that she won't get hurt if she stays close to me." Assured in that he's able to keep the Princess safe. "She'll have to stay close to me though, but I wouldn't lose her out of my sight. You have my word"

Xirelia: The young elf smiled to her mother again as she now stood beside her, though when the words she whispered reached her ear, Relia became tense. "I am mother? Well I spent some time with Charlotte and Damon this morning, in the bathhouse. I wanted to show them our hospitality. And then we came straight here." Quickly blurting out the last part as to reassure her mother, Relia gave her another soft smile while her cheeks burned a soft pink. "This is looking promising, I do hope Damon is allowed to remain here." She whispered to her mother. Her attention was turned to her father when he spoke. "I... What? You want me to..? Him...? But... Okay..." She finally said. Relia took the mead horn from her father and stared down into it. "Ha... Skol." She muttered and drunk the horn in one go to settle her nerves, then looked in Damon's direction in the corner of her eye.

Guest_ch4rl0tt3  Charlotte snarls, putting her hands on her hips, feeling her shifted claws dig into her sides. She turns from the crowd and feels her fangs shift in and out. Charlotte looks up to the ornate ceiling and breathes carefully. She turns back to the King, feeling her eyes flash brightly. Her speech is broken shifting from melodic to guttural as her teeth morph in and out of different shifts. “You have my utmost respect, your majesty. The Prince royal family name and the rest of the surviving Shifters owe you their lives. If I were still in power, I would hold a ball in your honour.” Charlotte turned again and glared at the floor, hearing them talk about conditions on how their daughter will go on the raid with them. Charlotte moved and sat on the nearby sofa, trying to calm her breathing. 

cat2321  She watched as Char went into fits, clearly having issues with her shifts. She had disclosed her true form to herself and the King the night that she laid by the fire warming and resting. Resting her hand on her husbands arm, saying in a soft tone so no other ears could hear " I am going to go speak with Charlotte My Love, beg my leave a moment" She would stand and make way for the couch where Charlotte sat, She took her horn of mead that she had no intentions of drinking. " Dear, I am so sorry for all you have gone through. I hope you know that you are welcome here for as long as you wish to stay with us and you would be our honored guest. I will have dresses made for you, fur robes and other attire fitted for you, but you are free to order your own if what I send for is not to your liking." She adjusted in her seat so that she was facing her, staring into her orange eyes. She was sure most mortals would fear the unknown but she was growing quite accustomed to it since her time in Galandor. " If you do not mind, what of your past? Were you a warrior, are you trained in battle?" Isleen said with empathy as she passed her the horn of mead.

alldayj1: Johunn smiled and whispered to Isleen – “I did right? Relia?” – He was looking for her approval but the discussion would have to wait till a later private time as the queen hurried off to talk with Charlotte. Johunn downed his mead and went to get some more before returning and waiting for the others to share in his excitement. He thought he has created a good stir in the kingdom this morning. -

Alva666  he lightly shrugged as no one seemed to have heard him and slowly moves to step towards the door aiming to make his way to his room to nap further as his expression was fully like a corpse as well as his coordination not really the best tho he would still be able to fight like that before he pushes the heavy doors opened leaving outside into the snow, with slow and chilled steps stomping towards another building before he finally got himself into the warmth of its walls, slowly and now with a noisy yawn walking up to his room entering it and lets himself drop onto the bad falling asleep almost in the same second once again

Xirelia: Shaking her head slightly, she walked over to Damon and stared down at him with a small smile. "I am going to go change... Into something more fitting..." She said, looking over him at his attire thinking how best to match it. "I will meet you by the entrance when I am done, I think I remember the way to the training grounds..." She muttered the last part. "I'll try be quick!" She called back to him, having run off through the halls to her chambers, where she would dress in whatever she could throw together, an old and black tight fitting suit, with trousers and a laced up top and a tight fitting jacket. A fur was set around her shoulder, probably beer or the sort as it was near black, and flat boots as well as a pair of gloves. 'It is time to make papa proud.' Relia thought to herself, trying to gain the courage to leave her chambers. "You can do this, how are could it be? Oh I do hope I do not accidentally kill him..." The elf said and left her chambers, meeting Damon at the entrance just like she said. "I'm ready, do you think this is okay?" She asked, doing a small twirl to show off the outfit. "It is a little tight." She complained, shifting lightly as the fabric squeezed around her curvy hips and thighs.

PayneZileQueen: "I'll prepare her for some training." Damon spoke softly towards the King, stood up and then nodded to Relia. Who, after she spoke to him. Made Damon quite speechless, and with a hard swallow, he was glad that Fire Elves didn't blush that quickly. Though this was definitly getting close. Nodding softly, Damon then bowed to the King and left the throne room. Once out of sight, he sighed deeply. Literally blowing off steam as he thought about Relia and what she said, in the way she said it. More calmed now, he walked further and eventually waited for the Princess at the entrance. Once she came, and showed off her outfit. His jaw dropped and then tried to recover. "Th... eehh... That'll..." He coughed softly "That'll do.."

Guest_ch4rl0tt3  Charlotte breathed slowly, finally able to control her shifts. She noticed the queen walking to her and moved over for her. Tears pricked her eyes at the queen’s king words, nodding her head in thanks. Charlotte sighs and looks to the queen, steadying her voice back to being regular and melodic. She began her tale, speaking quietly, not wanting to interrupt the rest of the guests, “I am the daughter of the Chief and High Priestess of the Shifters. In our society, the oldest is the next in line, regardless of gender and I was next in line for the chiefdom. The Chief in our society is also the leader of the army, they didn’t sit on thrones but sat on the floor with the men before battle. So, yes, I was trained for the highest level of battle. That’s where this is from,” She moves her hair and points at the scar on her eye, “My trainer was in the form of a lion and I in human form. Shifters have to train to fight all forms.” She breathed, taking a rest before continuing, “I was next in line for throne, and had just began my duties for taking over from my parents. My tribe was the strongest in the Shifter community and everyone was peaceful and adored. I had two younger siblings, a 6 year old brother and 5 year old sister who liked to play with everyone, they were two little rays of sunshine.” Charlotte smiled at the memory. “Unfortunately, not everyone saw us as the people being we are. The neighboring kingdom of Draconis saw us as threats. They are a weak city, led by lower level corrupted demons. But they had the numbers. They attacked us in the middle of the night, lighting huts on fire. They had been attacking other tribes, but ours was the biggest and their last target. We had build bunkers by hand underneath the ground, where we hid everyone who wasn’t trained in combat, my siblings included. I, being trained, fought and helped evacuate everyone into the safety of the trees until a demon raider threw fire at me. It burned my side. By the time I’d put the fire out, I saw that we had clearly lost. Bodies of shifters scattered the ground, some mid shift. I ran for my parents hut, where I found the charred bodies of my parents mounted on spikes. I ran for my siblings’ bunker, only to find more piles of charred bodies and ash. I knew I’d found my siblings when I saw my sister’s diamond necklace buried in two piles of ashes.” Tear now silently streamed down Charlotte’s face, her hand reaching to the same diamond necklace around her neck she spoke of, her voice breaking slightly. “I screamed, running for my hut. I was frantic. I grabbed a bag and whatever clothes I could find. Some soldiers heard my screams and chased me into the woods. I’ve been traveling, stopping the woods at night for breaks in between flights.” Charlotte brushed her tears from her face and folded her hands in her lap. 

cat2321  Isleen listened intently to Charlotte's story, tears built in her own eyes for her and her loss. As Charlotte spoke she could invision every detail, pain when she described the bodies, fear when she spoke of her reactions to the sights... and she felt the loss. An emptiness taking over her and leaving her sitting there next to the girl... speechless and in shock. 

cat2321  " I am so, so sorry Charlotte. Some people in this world are cruel and they can not accept that they do not understand. Some men fight for greed and selfishness... and some just because they like to cause harm to others. I hope that you feel up to the raid with The King when the time comes, maybe it will bring you some closure" Isleen looked down at the floor, the fire crackled and she thought of the burnt bodies. Tears flooded her eyes, trickling down her cheeks. She looked to Char and saw that she was in the same state. " Charlotte, if you would consider it... I would very much like it if you would consider being my guard. Not a member of the ranks with the other soldiers and warriors, you would anwer only to the King, I and when asked Relia." she paused a moment for fear that she spoke in haste and would over whelm her. So much had happened and there was still so much more to come....

alldayj1: -Johunn stood just beyond Charlotte and Isleen listening intently to their chat while attempting to appear as if he was staring off at the thrones. He would allow them the moment between them but he also knew if would give him the freedom to raid these…Draconis..as much as he wanted to as Isleen would support this quest. He was so impatient to get to the dungeon but at the same time was thrilled to see the queen doing the work of a queen. He watched in awe and his pretended stare at the thrones was now just a simple stare at Isleen and Charlotte. One of wonder and amazement watching his queen embrace her feelings and truly understand the pain. Johunn did not understand that emotion fully as all pain did was make him violent, but he truly appreciated watching Isleen display it. He watched his daughter and the Fire Elf head off to train and for a moment worried he had chosen the wrong partner as the fool seemed rather entranced with Relia as they prepared to leave the hall.-

Guest_ch4rl0tt3  Charlotte looked to the queen, smiling at her request through her tears and took her hand gently in her own. “I would be honoured. Thank you, your majesty.” She nods her head in respect. Charlotte sighed, wiping her tears away and sat up, “I just hope my shifting is to your taste.” She chuckles dryly and turns to the king, “If you don’t mind your majesty, I would like to see this prisoner of yours.” As she spoke, her voice turned gruff again. Her nails shifted into her claws and quickly removed her hand from the queen’s, not wanting to hurt or scare her and gripped the sofa, her eyes flashing orange again.

cat2321  Isleen smiled, her heart filled with joy where there was a hallow aching feeling previously. She felt Charlottes nails dig in slightly to the flesh of her hand before she removed it and watched her grasp the sofa. " My dear, I am sure I will be more than happy with whatever you shift to." turning to Johunn, her voice confident and compassionate " My love, Charlotte would like to see the captive if you are ready to take her" she would smile back at her while rising from the couch. " I hope that you find some answers to questions you have that aid in the vengence that will follow" Isleen strode towards the chambers on a mission to seek the seamstriss to fashion some proper north clothes for Charlotte. 

alldayj1: -Still watching and listening intently and thinking no one noticed he pretended he was surprised when Charlotte spoke to him. “What? Oh. Charlotte come with me, let us be off to the dungeon” –Johunn was so very excited. He set off right away to the dungeon. As soon as they cleared the big hall into the hallway he very seriously said to her – “When we reach the dungeon I will ask the guards to leave then you may do as you wish, become what you wish.” – He grinned his grin telling her she may shift into whatever she desires to deal with the prisoner. Johunn had everyone up and out the door on various tasks before most had rose for breakfast he thought to himself well done king well done.-

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5 Re: Story Line - The Rise of Galandor on Mon Nov 13 2017, 08:47

alldayj1: -Johunn returned from the dungeon with Charlotte and once she parted him to return to her room he was off again down the hall heading back for the great hall. As he past the Library something made his hands twitch and something stronger than bloodlust stopped him dead in his tracks. He turned and entered the Library and found Isleen reading quietly. He smiled knowing that only one thing could over power his bloodlust and that was his treasure. He always was drawn to it and would do anything to protect it. He came in quietly and nodded to Isleen grabbing a book on Helhelm and took a seat-

Guest_ch4rl0tt3  Charlotte stood in her room, careful not to drip blood on the rugs. She padded over to where the maid had prepared a bath from this morning and jumped in the tepid water, washing her white fur clean of blood. When she was satisfied with it’s cleanliness she jumped out and shook out her fur, watching the water spray the washroom walls. Charlotte then padded out to her room, her tongue lolling from her mouth and pulled her bag out from the corner with her teeth. She sat on her hind legs and pulled out the turquoise dress from the other night. “I’ll have to be careful, I don’t want to rip this one.” She smiled to herself, happy that had brought this dress along with her. Charlotte shifted into her human form, and shivered from the cold air that hit her bare body. She threw the silky dress over her head, smoothed it over her hips. 

cat2321  Isleen sensed him before he even slipped into the library. He was trying to be steathly but his large figure sometimes worked against him in this way. Johunn smiled as he came towards her, snagging a book as his large body flopped on the chair next to hers. She would smile ear to ear, taking a moment to peek at him over the binding of the book in her grasp blushing before addressing him. " My giant North Man, how did it go? Do you think that Charlotte recieved any closure from the prisoner or that things unanswerd will torture her mind further?" She was concerned and filled with sadness as the thoughts that invaded her mind... vivid pictures of the pain behind Charlottes eyes as she faced one of the men that may have been responsible for her loved ones deaths. Running her fingers against the binding of her book, letting the edging of the paper put her in a transe of sorts, she calmed her nerves and mind staring into her husbands eyes. 

alldayj1: -Johunn smiled softly at Isleen and not his usually grin, no, a real smile from a heartfelt place. He looked into her eyes and replied - "She did recieve some closure or at least I think she did. She reminds me a lot of myself in her understanding of life and death. I approve of her remaining here and being your personal guard." - He dropped his book anf grabbed her hand- "Are you ok? knowing whats coming next for you my dear? are you frightened? I promise you that you will return to my arms." -He pulls her hand to him and kisses it softly trying to reassure her.-

Guest_ch4rl0tt3  Charlotte grew bored of brushing her curly auburn hair for the past few days and decided for a change. She focused on the roots of her hair and felt it change, the black bleeding from her scalp and seeped down to the ends, growing slightly longer. Charlotte looked in the mirror and smiled, happy to have some change. Making sure hair covered the scar down her eye, she blinked, changing the forest green iris to her natural glowing orange ones. Satisfied with her look, she opened the door and went down the staircase. Hearing voices in the library, she followed them and walked in, the image taking her breath away. Charlotte might have been a warrior but she was a book-worm at heart. Books towered over her in bookcases, reaching the tall ceiling. The dark oak creaked with the weight of the books and she notices the shelving had curved under the weight. Walking into the room further, she admired the feeling of the fur rugs under her shoes and saw comfy seating surrounding a burning fire. Charlotte saw the heads of the King and Queen, and upon closer inspection, saw them talking in hushed tones. Not wanting to think of her to be spying, she made her footsteps louder to indicate her presence. 

cat2321  She would listen to Johunn's words with intent and empathy. Closing her eyes she would imagine him a young man, rougher and more juvinille than he was now, the image of him so youthful made her giggle and flush. " I find comfort in the fact that you were there for her love. She was in good hands, this is truth. For myself... I am terrified to leave you and Relia for even a moment of time where I will not be in control of myself. It is not death that I fear, it is the fact that I love you both so much and I do not wish to leave your sides." With her last word she caught his eyes staring deep into her soul, her eyes watered at the image of not looking back into those same eyes that pierced her straight to her core. Footsteps padding in their direction caused her to break the stare, Isleen tilting her head slightly saw Charlotte over her shoulder approaching the sofas. " Hello Hun, you look quite well! I am glad of this! Please come sit and tell me of the events from today if you do not mind reliving them for a short moment"

alldayj1: -He finally broke his stare into Isleens eyes looking up to see Charlotte, He would point at the soft leather chair beckoning Charlotte to sit with them and speak with the queen. Johunn looked down and found the book he had aquired upon entry. A small dusty little thing that made him grin a bit, He had read it a dozen times and laughed a lot each time he read it because the account was so inaccurate of his real experience in Helhelm. He thumbed the pages and tried to look busy and uninterested in the coming conversation between Charlotte and Isleen. The King streched his feet out in front of him and in this rare moment was at ease and truely relaxed almost forgetting all the fears and concerns he had to face each day.-

Guest_ch4rl0tt3  Charlotte stopped when the queen looked up and bowed her head, before continuing and sitting on the plush arm chair the king gestured to. Bringing the fur blanket over her bare shoulders, she smiled to the queen and king, noticing how affectionate they were towards each other. She spoke proudly, “I am very well, thank you, your majesty. The prisoner was…” She paused, thinking of the right word, “enlightening, shall we say. Although revenge is not my favoured method of recovery, it still does the job.” She laughed dryly at her comment. “I did not want to mention this at the time, as it was painful for me to even see the man, but I recognised him. He was the one who was fighting my mate and who killed him. Revenge was definitely sweet.” She smiled sadly. “However, it is all of the past now. I know we plan on raiding Draconis soon and then after, I will be free of them.” Charlotte smiles and brushed her hair away from her face, now comfortable enough with them to not hide her scars or tattoos. 

cat2321  She nods as Charlotte carries on with her story, describing her recollection of the man. Thankful that she was able to get some closure and sense of justice for her mate. She herself did not prefer such methods but indeed drastic times called for drastic measures and she would not lose sleep over the torment of the filth that Johunn had captured. " You look lovely this evening Charlotte, Have the seamstresses had a chance to meet with you yet for your dresses?" she thought for a moment... The raid was in the next day or so... Charlotte had only been dressed in dresses thus far... she wounderd if she had proper attire for such a thing as a raid. " I will make sure you also have armor and such for the raid. I understand you will be side by side with Johunn and I want to make sure you are well protected from whatever may come"

alldayj1: -The King pretended he was reading though everyone knew he wasnt. He turned the pages to quickly to have actually read them. he looked briefly at the fire and watched it crackle and pop as the log split from the heat below it. Johunn couldnt help but smile a bit as the discussion continued in this room which he found so relaxing with its warm fire, high walls, and comfortable furnature. He was relatively content in this moment only wishing he had a bit of mead to keep him from growning parched. Johunn listened intently hoping to learn more about charlotte hoping to discover more information about the raids which made him happy and excited so he listend and pretended to read-

Guest_ch4rl0tt3  Charlotte tilts her head, “No, I haven’t met with seamstresses yet, but I will when I leave here. I was unfortunately only able to gather some leathers and two dresses before I was seen, so I thank you for accommodating me.” Charlotte blushes and smiles. “We are not used to the cold, so all of my gear is to prevent over heating, not freezing...But apparently, my father and I had meetings with other Southern royalty and they spoke of the snow line. It has been creeping into the Draconis land and everyone is frantically trying to make warm clothes.” She turns to the king, knowing that he was listening to their conversation. “It may aid us when we attack.”

cat2321  She would smile, knowing that the king was more than capable of crushing the.. pathetic excuse of a kingdom all on his own. The thought that he would allow Charlotte the chance to avenge her tribe and protect her whilst she did made her heart flutter. Seldom did she rejoice at blood and gore but now she was gitty thinking about those animals being wiped out completely. Isleen thought of their own daughter and the stares Relia had gotten several times when she was announced as the Princess, quite obvious that she was not of Isleen and Johunn. She shuddered, " Yes, I think that Relia may need a few things as well since she will be joining in the raid when she and Damion return. It will be good for you both to get fitted properly for armor" smiling, knowing it would also be good for Relia to have another young female around her for friendship. Isleen was very pleased at that thought. 

alldayj1: -Johunn looked up from his book at the women and finally he spoke - "Do you know what sort of creature the draconis are?" -He then looked back to the book feaverously thumbing the page trying to pretend that he didnt just interupt the converstation to talk about the raid again, knowing the queen was probably done hearing about it. He smiled and nodded to words he wasnt reading.-

Guest_ch4rl0tt3  She smiles widely, “I would be honoured to be fitted with the princess.” Charlotte turned, her eyes flashing in surprise when she heard the king’s question. “The Draconis civilians are mainly human, with a few minor demons in the mix. The leaders are demons as well, but are fairly weak with their powers. I know of one who can control water, but not very well, as he had accidently killed his teacher by throwing a monsoon on him.” She laughed at the thought. “He would be the most powerful. The raid will be over before it even began.” 

cat2321  Clapping her hands together, dropping her book at the same time, Isleen was over joyed at the idea of playing dress up. Relia had not let her in some time and she lived to give, she felt purpose in bringing happieness to those around her. She would place the palm of her hand on Johunn's knee, feeling the soft suede of his leather pants, nearly as soft as her own skin yet completey durable and protective in a battle. She listened idly at the talk of the Draconis between Johunn and Charlotte, continuing to plot the items that she would have prpared for her for the raid. 

alldayj1: -Johunns eyes flicker a bit in the candle light and the bright green is obvious as he looks on in an intense and powerful stare that only he could have. He smiled a bit at the news that the Draconis were a weaker people but then the smile turned to a frown. Weakness meant ease, and easy victory was not what a Norseman seek. Battle should be hard, and death should be glorious like Johunns own death was, One man alone agaisnt 200 and he not only stood his ground but he cut down dozens of them before he fell. The minute he died the valkaries scooped him up a noble hero. Johunn had a tear at the edge of his eye worrying that should any of his warriors die raiding the Draconis they may not go to Valhalla with the same speed he did. Johunn looked back to his Queen and tried to stop his wonder and questions and just give the moment back to her as it was hers to begin with-.

Guest_ch4rl0tt3  Charlotte covered her mouth and yawned wide. “Please excuse my yawn, all the torture has made me sleepy.” She blushes. “I think I will retire for the evening, so I am all ready for the fitting tomorrow with the Princess.” Charlotte stands, smoothing her dress over her curves and curtseyed low. “Thank you again, you have both been so kind to me.”

cat2321  Isleen gazed over at Johunn, feeling quite exhausted herself after the early morning. " Yawns are contagious you knowwwww" The queen yawned as she finished her sentence. " Come my love, carry me off to bed" She would wink at him with a playful expression. " Goodnight Char, I hope you rest well after your day." 

alldayj1: -Johunn would nod goodnight to charlotte then pick up the queen over his shoulder, not exactly what she had in mind. He playfully patted her rear end and he walked out of the room with her heading for the sleeping chamber whispering sweet nothings into her ear.-

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6 Re: Story Line - The Rise of Galandor on Tue Nov 14 2017, 00:41

Guest_Galeboom: -Camille grumbled softly as she opened her eyes in exhaustion, she rubbed her forehead and looked around the room with an empty gaze. The oracle climbed out of the small bed located in the basement, she walks through the halls and gives herself time to re-enter the world that was right before her. Imprints of visions still in her mind as she thumbed her pendant that rested on between her breast, she prays silently to Odin for good fortune as she opened the door to the main hall. She observed the bustling maids and the jarls with their soldiers, her eyes scanning the room for her king and Queen-

Guest_ch4rl0tt3 Guest_ch4rl0tt3  WhisperNarrate Charlotte rose again from her comfortable bed, all tangled in the furs. Looking outside, she saw that a new blanket of snow twinkling in the sunrise had settled over the grounds outside her window. Stretching wide, she saw she had shifted into her wolf fur in the night from the cold air. She patiently shifted out and went back to her milky human skin and got up to get dressed. Charlotte put on her turquoise dress and decided to use one of her fur blankets as a throw over her shoulders. Charlotte smiled, “They will surely understand.” Charlotte brushed out her black hair, letting it change back to the auburn brown. Smiling at her appearance, she left her room and walked down the stairs, her stomach rumbling a bit, hungry for the smell that wafted up the staircase. 

cat2321  Isleen stretched, The snow falling against the window pane glittered and threw small rainbows around the room. A beautiful sight to wake to she thought to her self. It was fairly late for her to be rising, she must have over slept and Johunn must have allowed her to do so after the early rise and shine yesterday... Throwing her legs over the edge of the bed, she scuffled across the floor to her robes. Not caring much what she looked like, she threw her hair into 2 braids and hurried down to the main hall hoping that she had not missed too much of the day.

alldayj1: -Johunn motioned with his daggar finger for Camille and Charlotte and Isleen to join him near the big fireplace, The excitement building for the raid was almost a feverpitch throughout the hall but the King wanted to have a very different and very important conversation. He smiled as he patted the fur next to him inviting them to join. He looked over his shoulder and nodded at a maid who quickly bolted toward them with a tray with food and drink. The King was again at his tricks to get something done. He was gathing those most important to Isleen with the exception of Relia. Speaking of Relia, he wondered how her training went with Damon and where they had been as he did not see them at dinner or yet this morning. Johunn wanted to work out a good plan involving one of the biggest things ever to happen to him or anyone he loved

Guest_Galeboom: -Camilles mind finally cleared of its fog as she spotted her king and bowed her head to him when he beckoned her and the others. she crossed the room swiftly, her steps making not a sound as she raced to reach the ear of her king. She gazed toward the window as she came closer to him, noting the snow and blinked thoughtfully as she stopped at his side and leaned down to whisper her visions in his ear-

Guest_ch4rl0tt3  Charlotte saw the king waving his dagger at her and she swayed over to the fireplace, taking a seat in the large armchair. Charlotte fixed her dress and wrapped the fur blanket around her shoulders, nodding her head to the others in respect. Charlotte saw a maid approaching her with breakfast and a goblet, and she covered her scar with her hair as if by habit. Smiling at the maid kindly, Charlotte accepted the silver tray and looked to the king, awaiting his announcement, sipping on the mead, feeling the hot liquid warm her insides. Charlotte tilted her head, a habit she picked up from her wolf form, when a woman started whispering in the king’s ear. She was tempted to shift her ears to hear the whispers, but decided against it, not wanting to be intrusive. 

cat2321  Isleen would see the entire hall had already rose... She felt lazy for being the last one out of bed two days in a row. Looking down at her feet as she paced across the floor towards the King, he was motioning for everyone to gather around him. It seemed morning anouncements were beginning to be his trade mark she would giggle to herself noting that it was indeed lunch and it was not longer morning at all. She stepped up towards the thrones, tripping as she placed her foot on the plateform, catching her dress under her toes as she did. " Ooomfffff" she huffed as her knees hit the slats and her shin came in contact with the edge of the surface. Grace was certainly not her middle name, catching herself on her palms, she rose, dusting herself off and examining her leg. " It is ok, just a scratch nothing more" she looked at Johunn who was less than impressed with her clumbsy nature most of the time as it had caused him a great deal of anxiety when she injured herself in the past. She took her seat next to him by the fire, pulling her leg up to her chest and rubbing the sting away she would listen to what her husband had to say. 

alldayj1: -Johunn nodded at Camiles whispers not once but 5 or 6 times. He was listening carefullly making it rather obvious that Camile was saying something of great value. He then spoke to her softly without concern for Isleen or Charlotte hearing - "Camile we must finish the preperations now, but first are you ok? you have been ill a few days since..The king of Titanreach was here."- Johunn turned to Isleen and Charlotte and spoke around the same volume, one of caution but confidence. He said - "Charlotte this may frighten you but as queens guard its important we tell you. You know I am not a mere man, and you know the Queen is obviously just a human." -pointing at her scratch- "I aim to change that with an age old Norse tradition. It is difficult and will test us but it will be better for her, and for Galandor." -He looked only at Isleen and grabbed her hand squeezing it 3 gentle times telling her it would all be ok. He looked back to Charlotte - "Camile tell her"-

Xirelia: Relia fixed her chainmail around her waist, trying to compose her leaving Damon to do the same. "Okay, I have got this. We got this, right?" The elf asked, looking over her shoulder to Damon. "Yes, we have got this..." Taking a deep breath, Relia closed her eyes for a moment and then opened her chamber door, stepping out she quickly shut it behind her as to avoid anyone peeking into her room. "Everyone must be in the throne room, with the raid happening today..." She said to herself, taking one final moment to prepare for the possible one hundred questions. Ralia followed the sound of voices through the halls, finally seeing her mother, father, Camille and Charlotte. Quite a collection of people. Trying to hold her nerves in chest, Relia came into view of everyone. "Goodmorning." She offered a soft smile, clutching the handle of the sword on her left hip.

Guest_Galeboom: -Camille takes a moment to dab a small piece of cloth with a vial of salve from her belt and offer the cloth to her queen with a soft smile. She nods to her king and sighs softly "You may think our traditions are strange but they are in place for a reason, with the granted power of our gods we can do things that no mere mortal can." She takes a breath as she does not want to ramble but get to the point, she notes relias presence and nods to her with a soft smile "We will be having a cerimony to give our queen a rebirth into a Volva, to do this she must be hoisted onto spears, burned, and stabbed." Camille only lifted her hand to halt any oncoming questions "We will take extra precautions because she is our queen but each völva goes through this, it is a separation of the soul to be judged by Odin."

alldayj1alldayj1 : -Johunn saw his daughters face and she seemed a little suprised to see him gathering everyone for a chat. He nodded at Relia while so desperatly trying to understand her in every sense, since she reached maturity she had been difficult and he knew Isleans coming ceremony would likely be another issue between them. - "Relia you have found a sword? I am happy to see this as I had planned to get you one today." -He continued "how did your traning go?" - Turning to everyone else - "We will have this ceremony soon" -Johunn was both excited and fearful and his eyes showed he was very introspective. - "If a complication arises I asure you all that I will personally retrieve her from Helheilm."-Johunn said this for Relias benifet moreso than anyone elses-

Xirelia: Relia caught the end of Camille's words, suddenly the concerns of her morning were fixed on her words. "Wait... You..." Her gaze looked between her mother and her father. "Are you really going to let mother go through that? Father? You cannot be serious? Precautions? You are going to kill her. What kind of ceremony has to happen where my mother is stabbed to death?" She asked, her hands clenching into fists and they slowly started to steam as they became cold, in contrast to the warmth of the room. "Judged by Odin? So if he deems her unworthy, he will not bring her back? Are you all really taking that chance? What if..." The young elf didn't hear her father's words, those spoken Camille going around in her head. But the last part that he spoke, she did hear. "How can you be okay with this father...?" She questioned him, her face paling.

PayneZileQueen: "Yes love, we got this." Damon smirked as he got dressed up again. Kissing her neck quickly and a soft smack on her butt before she left. Waiting just a few minutes before he decided it was his turn. Since he was still wearing his own outfit, Damon looked out of the window, trying to avoid the guards as easily as possible, and smiled as he looked to the left. His window was very easy to reach from here. Climbing out, Damon held on tightly to the rock that was the wall, and slowly, but quite easily he was able to move from Relia's room to his own. Once arrived, he took off his clothing. Grinning softly at the various love bites and scratches that his newly found love had left on his body. "Little vixen.." He mumbled to himself as he gathered the freshly crafted armor and got dressed in it. Adding the 2 shoulder pauldrons to the top, armoring his wrists and forearms with extra plating, as well as his hips. Wrapping a dagger around his ankle and making sure he had 2 extra on his back before he grabbed his swords. One being repaired to a brand new state. Sheathing them into their own scabbards attached to his back, Damon took a few small jumps and then decided to test his flexibility with a corkscrew kick, which he landed flawlessly. "Hm.. Bit heavier than I'm used to, but this'll help against the cold, and also still keeps me moving. That Blacksmith should get a raise or something.. He's wasting time here" He smirked as he had his small inner monologue. Leaving his own room now, nodding to 2 guards who were walking past. Damon made sure that his collar covered his neck properly from the hickey that Relia had left. He then walked past a statue and grabbed the scarf it was carrying. "You don't need it" he smirked and he placed it around his neck and shoulders. Completing his ensemble. Making way to the throne room, he noticed Relia immediatly, looking as beautiful as ever. And then he bowed down for Johunn, and Isleen. Then saluting to Camille and Charlotte. "Good morning,, or I believe it's becoming Noon quite quickly?" He smirked as he heard a few guards question the very fact how the blind man was able to tell the time this well. A small sunbeam glowing onto Damon's blindfold.

Guest_GaleboomGuest_Galeboom Whisper: -Camille frowned softly at the horrified look of the kings young daughter "relia I can assure you, your mother is worthy. This is magic, no even more. She is communing with a Divine being." Camille tried to be as patient and soft spoken as possible, she too had shuddered at the thought once. She patiently undid the buttons of her outfit, opening a spot to show her pale belly void of any scar or imperfection. "I have gone through this cerimony, I have seen things that would change your world young one. When this happens to isleen she will be more than a mortal, she will not be as frail as a mere human." Camille buttoned up her shirt and looked to her king "There is no any of us who would let our queen die. I believe Odin intends her for more. So does your father" the oracle did wish to ease their fears but she knew it would be difficult for the fear of the unknown is not a tame one.-

Guest_ch4rl0tt3  Charlotte nodded her head at the king’s words, her face growing serious. Turning the the woman the king called Camille, she listened intently to her words. Charlotte smiled at Relia when she entered, noticing her slightly disheveled appearance. Not wanting to comment, she refocused her attention back on Camille. Camille explained the ceremony clearly and calmly, but Charlotte still visibly recoiled at the idea of seeing another person she had come to care for burned. But, upon hearing that it was their tradition, Charlotte understood that it was sacred to them. She knew if they heard the traditions of the Shifter tribes, they might find them unpleasant as well. Not wanting to interrupt the Princess Relia or Camille, she sipped her mead and wondered how the King would respond to the Princess’s reaction, hoping he would show sympathy to her worries. Upon hearing more footsteps on the cold stone floor, she looked up, seeing the Fire Elf salute to her. Charlotte smirked and nodded her head to him. 

cat2321  Isleen studied her daughters reaction, feeling the anquish behind her words. Her fears rising to the surface, she felt her own emotions begin to shift. Tears threatened to flood her eyes, collecting and streaming down her cheeks as she listened to her concerns. The thought of leaving her for only a short time was nearly unbarable... visions of her own body hung on spears for the village to see sent chills down her spine. She sat there and wept silently by the fire, attempting to not make a scene. It was not her own fear that made her weep, but instead the fear of the ones she loved. She felt every single emotion in the room and it was too much for her, she rose with haste, running from the throne room to her chamber. Her feet barely hitting the floor as she fled. Bursting through the doors with a loud crash, the heavy Cherry door swung open, the metal handle clanging against the wall. She flopped on her bed, buring her face in the soft furs, sobbing until the surface beneather her face was soaked from her tears. 

alldayj1: --Johunn shot a look of disappointment to Relia nodding his head slightly. – “Odin owes me a few, and I swear to you she will return, no matter what the cost” – Johunn thought deeply about his travels and his battles across the world. He was battle hardened which made him confident that should Isleen somehow not be returned to Galandor that he could make the trip to retrieve her and would be successful in that mission. He pondered returning to Helheim and what sorts of things he would kill for his Queen all made him smile a bit until he realized he was smiling about his Queens death in front of their daughter. When Damon entered the room and bowed, Johunn would nod to him but also eye up the Fire Elf who offered to assist him as Thane. He listened intently to the talk around him and watched his daughter’s reactions. Then when he noticed Isleen’s tears he felt something he had not felt truly in nearly 90 years. Sadness. He was sad. Not the fake sad he was for everyone when the moment was right. He was actually sad thinking of Isleen being fearful or upset. He was so enamored with her and Relia both that he only worried for them never for himself or others.

Xirelia: In her moment of a near emotional break down, the one person she could seek comfort with appeared behind her, and it took all she had to not run into his arms in that moment. Though she listened to Camille's words, she was put at no ease, even when the Oracle showed off her stomach. Relia knew what the woman was capable of, maybe she was just a child as the female had called her, but it made her care no less for her mother, or the outcome she fear. Compsing herself, Relia sighed softly and the frost that had begun to develop in her hand, simply faded away and the light tine of pink in her cheeks came back. "I... Understand..." She said, barely loud enough for everyone to hear. Relia's gaze caught her mothers worried look and she tried her hardest to give her the bravest smile, she would have to pray to Odin tonight and maybe even make a sacrifice to him. Feeling the pain in her mothers eyes and her sadness as if it were her own, just as she began to cry herself but when Relia went to comfort her mother, she had got up and left the room. "I-I am sorry..."

PayneZileQueen: Seeming as he was cheerful himself, for many reasons. Damon immediatly caught the vibe of the room and his smile turned to a frown. Having missed some of it, he suddenly watched the woman he know was an Oracle unbutton her shirt and show nothing. If it wasn't for the vibe in the room, he would've probably said something about a lack of something being there. But he knew it wouldn't brighten up the room at all. Focussing his attention to Relia, he saw that she had it hard. Wanting to comfort her somehow he moved his fingers and warmed up the area around her. "I'm sorry.. But.. I've missed a lot I feel like. Should I be here? Or should I be waiting elsewhere? I do not want to intrude, m'Lord"

Guest_Galeboom: -Frustration caused a lump to form in camilles throat, she wished to ease everyone's worries but she lacked the social skill and the words to do so. She swallowed the lump and excused herself "I would like to go and hunt for a special offering to Odin, my king.." the oracle bowed her head and turned on her heel, heading toward the large doors and grabbing some furs to wrap around her shoulders as she stepped out into the snowy land outside-

Guest_ch4rl0tt3  Charlotte notices the queen’s silent tears stream down her face and her heart grows heavy. She feels for how scared she must be, and is proud she is brave enough to do it. The queen suddenly stood and ran out of the room. Charlotte stood, ignoring the shivers that crept up her arms and excused herself quickly. She looked into Relia’s eyes before running after the queen, hoping she would follow her. Following the sound of doors slamming and weeping, Charlotte found the King and Queen’s chambers. She raised her hand and knocked on the cherry oak door quietly, and then opened it a crack, calling out, “Your majesty? May I come in?”

cat2321  She had cried her self into an exhausted trance in just a short amount of time. Her own fears she could handle, at times she came off emotionless because her ability to mask her own feelings was so strong. However when it came to the emotions in a room full of people near to her, the ability to control showing theirs was none. Every single tear that fell from her eyes were her daughters, not her own. The inability to control them where also Relia's, the want to flee much the same. She knew this, but was unable to stop herself from making such a scene and she regretted doing so. A knock at the door startled her " Yes? " She whispered, fighting hard to regain control of heself. Sitting up in bed, rolling back the now damp fur from the bed trying to hide the evidence of her weak moment. Isleen sat straight and waited for the bed chamber door to open.

Alldayj1: --“You are welcome Damon, but it seems todays planning has not gone well. I have upset everyone, Would you like to go on a quick hunt? Camile had whispered a fine idea before.” –Johunn would study Damons response and his body language. The King was such as hardened and firm man that all the emotion caused him to glaze over a bit. He tightened his boot straps and looked back at Damon waiting to see if the elf would tend to the women or hunt with he and Camile. As he waited he snatched a bow from a guard and while still watching damon he headed toward another guard nearer to the door acquiring a quiver of arrows.-

Xirelia: Relia suddenly felt a warmth around her and she was near instantly relaxed, sighing contently as she relaxed her shoulder, not realising how tense she had been. Looking in his direction she gave a small, barely seen grateful smile and then looked to Camille once again, who had left to go on a hunt. Now, Relia's attention was diverted to Charlotte who, just as Relia had wanted to do, went after her mother. However, Relia decided to remain in the throne room as her reaction to Camille's news, no doubt upset her mother. Now that the subject seemed to have changed, Relia casually walked over to Damon and idly stood beside him. "May I go on the hunt with you too father? I might be of some use. Maybe..." She trailed off, looking up at Damon for a moment and she smiled nervously.

PayneZileQueen: Listening to the King offering him to go on a hunt, Damon raised an eyebrow. Wondering if something was going on, he swallowed for a moment. Not completely sure on how to respond as he watched the king look at him while he got a bow. Was he being threathened? Studied? He wasn't completely sure but nodded as Relia mentioned she wouldn't mind to join. "I'd love to my King. But I do think it might be smarter for us, maybe some, maybe all of us. If we would go on a scout for the raid, instead of going on a hunt. We can use the hunt as a ploy though. If we can plan ahead, and gather some numbers. We might be more effective in our attack"

alldayj1: -Johunn grinned with a sense of new found kindship with Damon. Scout? Maybe he wasnt just a silly little elf after all. The King nods and says- "Damon that is an excellent idea." - He summoned some nearby guards and began to bark - "Take Damon and go to the snow line. Do not comeback with out knowledge of Draconis. If he is harmed you die." -Turning back to Damon- "Lead the scot party, but be quick and avoid trouble if possible, And I want Relia to go as well, she needs to see how to avoid trouble since I have such a habit of heading right for it." -Johunn cringed at the idea of sending Relia near danger but if she was to go on the raid she should also be permitted to scout. The King grined a fake grin of false confidence in Damon and his ability to not only scout but also protect Relia. He then handed the bow and arrows to Damon and pointed toward the bed chambers - "I have a queen to console, then an Oricle to catch up to"-

Xirelia: Relia listened to her father and was happy when he said she could go with him, but her father's words were spoken with a hidden threat she thought, her safety meaning the most to her father, Relia understood that he was putting a lot of trust in Damon in that moment. Again, first with training her and now this. Was her father up to something? Or simply looking out for her. Remaining near Damon, she watched her father's interaction with him and sighed softly. "I will be fine father, I have the abilities to protect myself too." Relia said with a smile, trying to reassure her father, as she already, very much so, trusted Damon. The young elf gently body bowed to her father as he left to comfort her mother. "Goodnight father." Alone, once more Relia jumped into Damon's arms.

PayneZileQueen: Listening carefully at what the King was saying, sensing some kind of threat being hidden within it all somehow. He nodded as he took the bow from the King and smiled softly. "Go attend to your wife, m'Lord. And I promise that I'll protect Relia with my life" He smiled and looked at Relia, of course he wasn't going to let anything happen to her, what did he think? Of course he'd protect her with his entire life. When they were all alone he caught Relia and smirked. "So how long have you been dying to do that my love?"

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The Scout Before the Raid.


“Since the moment I left you in my bedroom.” Relia smirked, dropping herself down onto the floor once again. They had been separated from the group of guards her father summoned, so the first task at hand was finding them, and giving a brief of instructions. Eight people altogether, including Damon and Relia.


Not impressed by the guards that the King has given him. Damon looked at every single one of them, inspecting them and the position they were standing in. “This is by far the WORST guards that I have seen you maggots… How did you get this job, hm?” Damon got up close and personal with some of the guards and smirked as he saw 2 of them shiver in fear. “That’s exactly what I thought. We’re making 4 teams, and my partner will be the Princess. Since I am tasked to protect her.” pointing at a couple of guards, pairing them together. He gave a bow and a quiver with arrows to every single one of them. But keeping none for him or Relia. “Are you good with a bow, love? Because I’m not…” Looking around to see the guards preparing, sure makes him feel confident enough to go through with all this. Ordering the guardsmen to go towards the forest, he then raised his hand towards Relia for her to take it “Coming, dear?”


Relia stood swaying from side to side while Damon did his thing, the control he showed over these men made her want to take him right there on the floor in front of them, but that would be just a daydream for the time being. The young elf was snapped back to reality, her cheeks since turned a bright shade of pink, when Damon addressed her. “A bow? No, not really.” She responded, returning to her happy daydream once again, only to be snapped to reality once more by Damon. Grumbling softly under her breath, Relia took his hand and squeezed it tightly. “We should go to your chambers when we get back.” The frost elf said, standing up as high as she could, whispering in his ear to where only he could hear her.


Smirking a little bit as she had whispered into his ear, he looked at his beloved and moved back to whisper in her ear. “Is that what you’re thinking about while I’m ordering the guard?” Smacking her butt in a teasing manner, grabbing it firmly before he gave her a gentle push forward. “Maybe, depends on how tired we are love. Besides, the raid is tomorrow, it’s not something we should plan on doing in a moment like this” While he spoke, trying to assure her it wouldn’t be the smartest of ideas, he had a thought of Relia probably not caring about that. Shrugging it off for now as they entered the forests. He ordered the Guards to split up into their teams and for each to go their own way. Once the guard all moved out, he pointed at a direction for Relia to move there alongside him. Completing the circle to surround the target area


Leaning into him slightly, while the guards prepared themselves, Relia rubbed her body against his and her hand squeezed his tighter. “I could not help it… It reminded me of our time in the cave…” She whispered again to him, her body jumped slightly and she had to hold back a yelp when he spanked her. “Hey…” Relia stumbled forward when he gave her a gentle push forward. “Yes, yes… I shall put it into consideration…” She said, calling back to him in a normal tone of voice, looking to Damon over her shoulder she’d wink to him. “Off we go then.” The elf said, looking over the small collective of guards. ‘This is going to be a long night.’ She thought to herself, knowing how useless the guards could be sometimes, just hoping they were not all drunk, a habit a lot of them picked up. Standing beside him once more, Relia hooked her arm through his and they marched together out of the castle. What better way to be protected by the man than standing as close to him as possible? That was her trail of thought anyway. Situating herself where Damon had placed her, there was the sound of nearby voices coming up ahead, the destination they were planning to arrive at must be just ahead.


Guiding Relia perfectly through the trees and any other vegetation that got in their way. Damon kept a close eye on the wall of the target. Counting softly as he saw people, nodding and then kneeling down. Motioning for Relia to do the same thing. “Lucky for us.. I only counted up to 10 people on this side of the wall, 4 of them being archers. Either they are short when it comes to proper guard, or they have high hopes of never being attacked.. What do you see? And do try to keep things as detailed as possible in your memory hun. And maybe.. Just maybe.. We can visit the cave again once we’re done with the entire raid. Until then I want your mind to be clear.” Not only saying it to his love but also himself, Damon nodded slightly and moved his hand over to Relia’s back, wanting to keep her covered


Relia remained covered and ducked down while Damon did his counting. “There cannot only be ten, surely? I doubt so little group would manage to take down a group of shapeshifters so easily. Unless they are maybe like us, or somehow similar.” Keeping her voice low while she spoke, the elf went silent as she peeked around by his instruction. Counting the same, Relia huffed with disappointment. “Something seems off.” Whispering again, going over the numbers once more. However, when one of them seemed to notice her, Relia quickly ducked back into cover again. “Did you see that?” The man asked another who was standing nearby. “You are probably just seeing things, go check it out anyway.” With a nod of confirmation, the male stepped away from his post, making his way toward the woods. Slowly but surely, with a sword drawn and shield ready, he made his way closer to where Damon and Relia were in cover, and in the meantime Relia was trying not to panic, whispering ‘sorries’ to Damon. Just as the enemy was about to find their location, with her quick thinking, Relia created an imperfect dome, covering both of them, the outer surface looking just like a layer of thick snow against the tree, while she tried to keep the temperature as warm as possible within for Damon. The man walked passed them, but was startled by something. “Damn, just a deer…” And the footsteps started to disappear into the distance.


Pushing Relia down more and more as the guard got closer. All he did was try to shush her, and when she had covered them. Damon inhaled and exhaled a warmed breath into his hands. Looking at Relia he smiled and whispered “You’re a genius.. No worries about the temperature, this I can take.. And no need to apologize either love.. It can even happen to me” And when he said that, a large scream was heard very close to where they were posted. It was a scream of attack, while the 6 guards who were tasked to tag along with Damon and Relia moved in to the designated area. Damon sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose “Please don’t let that be ours…” But he already figured that it would’ve been just that. Hearing the sounds of attacking men and women filling the air, Damon shook his head and looked at Relia. “So… Who made these idiots into guards, hm? Apparently they can only handle so much when it comes to orders…”


Just as the words of ‘I’m sorry’ were about to fall from her lips, Damon had stopped her with his own, telling her not to apologise, so she just smiled in thanks. Relia became startled when she heard a scream, quickly uncovering them from their position now that they were safe. “Oh no… I do believe that would be our drunk General...” Peeking around their place of hiding, she watched the group charged toward the source of a noise. ‘Wasn’t that where some of our group were going to?’ She asked herself, though was certain of the answer which soon presented to be true. Relia watched in horror as two of their collected group were hacked down into nothing, unable to take her eyes away from the view, stuck as she was and unable to move, with a shaking hand the elf pulled on Damon’s sleeve. “We need to get out of here…”


“What did you see?” Damon tries to pull Relia back in just to make sure she is safe. In the mean time, the 6 guards have all died by the people of this weird place. Taking a deep breath again, he looked at Relia. “Cover yourself sweetheart” and he waited for her to be able to cover herself properly. He moved his arms to fire off a large wave of flames towards the enemies. Creating a solid border of flames between them and him and Relia. “Run Relz..” He mumbled and he jumped out in a somersault, taking down one of the remaining guards that killed one of his own. Moving back with the occasional fire ball being shot towards his enemies. He retreated and started to run, looking for Relia and trying to catch up to her as quickly as possible.


“Th-They… Are killing them…” She muttered back to him, her eyes still glued to the scene, but was eventually pulled back by Damon and she hid her face against his chest. “They are all dead…” Hearing his words, she crouched down as low as she could into a small ball, and when he summoned his flame she could both hear and feel it, then suddenly it was much louder and hotter. Peeking up she saw a wall of flame. ‘Run’, her feet told her and as soon as Damon said it, she was off, her light stabs carrying her through the woods, dodging through trees and over collapsed branches. Home eventually came into sight and Relia came to a halt, checking behind her for a long while to make sure they were not both followed, though it was more likely they all perished in the fire. Including the bodies of the guards that had been lost. “What do we tell my father about the guards?” She asked Damon, disappointed in the failure of their quest.


Once he finally had set his eyes on Relia again, he moved quickly towards her and reached her home together before he even thought about saying something. “Well.. We say what we know, and what happened. In all honesty, I would kill those Guards right now if they had survived it.. Seriously, what did they think they were going to do? Attack while I didn’t give the order? I’m going to talk to your father about this, and tell them what the hell just happened.. If THAT is his guard.. He has a LOT to learn” A little agitated about all of it, he finally snapped out of it and kissed Relia fully on her lips while they were standing at the entrance of her home. Then he held her tightly into his arms. “I’m so glad you’re okay..”


Left a little breathless from their hasty retreat, Relia hunched over slightly putting her hands on her knees. “How did that go so bad, so quickly? That must have only been a small part of a larger group, surely? What were they thinking…” The elf muttered the last part, speaking of course about the guards. She had stood up before Damon kissed her and she was so happy to be in his arms again, melting into his embrace she immediately felt better from what she had just witnessed. “I-I will be fine… Just glad to be away from all that, and not followed… Hopefully they all died in that fire…” Looking up at him, Relia gave Damon a reassuring smile before burying her head into the fur of his collar.


Holding her closely, Damon sighed happily and heard her heartbeat faster. “No worries hun. I promise you, I will keep you safe.” Kissing her forehead again, he then took a step back and kept looking into her eyes. Moving his left hand to uncover his eyes for a moment, he winked at her with his red and jet black orbs. Covering them back again he smirked softly and nodded sideways towards the entrance. “We might want to go inside, and go to bed as well. Remember what I said though my love.. We can’t sleep together here, but I promise you, after the raid we’ll visit our cave again. Or maybe the bathhouse… The bathhouse was definitely a lot warmer and nicer..” Shrugging softly, as he didn’t care where he was as long as it was with her. He moved slowly towards the entrance of the castle while he remained looking at his love. “Come dear. If you’re quick we might be able to do something before we need to go sleep”


“I know you will.” Relia said, taking a deep breath and then a heavy sigh. As he had put some space between them she was able to look into his eyes when he lifted his blindfold, a small giggle escaped her lips when he winked. “Don’t be a tease, you know I love seeing your eyes. It is not fair that I cannot always look into them…” She said with a small whine. Stepping into him once more she clinged to him again. “I suppose we should, but the bathhouse does sound really nice. It is the first place you kissed me after all… But then the cave was our first time… Well… You know…” She became shy all of a sudden, her cheeks turning red. Relia walked with her arm hooked through his as they made their way back to the castle, putting distance between them when they were insight of people. “I wish we didn’t have to hide…” Was the last thing she muttered to him before she was home. Having walked home as quickly as possible, she was still hopeful that they might get to spend more time together, before retiring for the night.


“Because I don’t want other people to see how my eyes look like. You’re the exception, and the only exception as well my dear.” Damon gave his love a firm hug before they walked together into the castle, arm in arm. “In time we won’t have to anymore” Damon muttered back, and when they separated, he warmed up the temperature around them as if he was holding her in his embrace. He didn’t like it either that they had to be sneaky, but at the same time he did enjoy the thrill of it all. Thinking back to the cave, he smirked softly while he let his mind wander to his girl being on top of him. “Little vixen” he smirked to himself and he moved to a small area with some weaponry, starting to work on his routine for a few hours to kill time. He’d hope Relia would watch him, but if she did her own thing he’d be alright with that as well. Getting more used to the Northern weaponry along. Though nothing felt as smooth as his own Dao Blades that he had left in Iron to blend in more. Throwing a ball of fire towards what looked like an archery target, burning it immediately to a black mess, he smirked a little bit. Hoping to see Relia close around him.


With a wide smile she felt all light headed from his words, at least there was something that she knew only she had. “I hope that time is soon.” She added, finally. Feeling that warm sensation as he heated up the area around her, which made missing his touch not entirely unbearable. When they finally arrived, the bedroom wasn’t where he was going though she decided to follow him anyway, watching him warm up for the tough days ahead. Eventually she began to get tired, struggling to keep her eyes open, she laid down on a nearby bench and watched until she fell asleep.

Since he noticed that his beloved was watching him. Damon decided to at least show his best instead of slack off. Not that he was much of a slacker anyway, but having her around motivated him more and more to make sure she saw him at his best. Done with his work out, he noticed his beloved laying on one of the benches and smiled, crooking his head slightly “Poor thing, completely knackered” He said to himself softly, walking up towards her and lifting her up, making sure for her head to rest against his shoulder. Carrying her up towards her bed, he simply told every guard who came across that he took it upon himself to bring the Princess to bed, as she had fallen asleep. Laying her in her bed, he gave her a soft kiss and then moved to his own bedroom. Taking off his clothing and laying down in his own bed.


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8 The Grizzly on Thu Nov 16 2017, 00:22

After her tearful reaction to Relia in the mead hall, Isleen had ran off to her chambers and cried for her daughter. It was not fear that motivated this reaction but a general sense of empathy for Relia. Isleen and Charlotte pasted some time discussing the sacrifice and its importance. Then they moved on to books and scrolls and later to the freedom that nature offered. They had decided they needed to get out of the mead hall a bit and get some fresh air. Around this time Johunn arrived and offered his usually kindness and softness to Isleen. He felt bad for her reaction and desperately sought to keep her positive. When the idea of getting out of the castle was posed to him, Johunn leapt at the chance as he hated the boring tedious day to day of kingship.
Queen Isleen, Charlotte and King Johunn in an attempt to escape from reality a bit decided to go on a run outside of town. The sunlight shone on the snowy fields and the trees were covered in white. The temperature had rose to above zero but still bitterly cold. The Queen had wanted to get out of the hall and this was her chance. Johunn was happy to be able to use this time to try to reassure Isleen in reguards to the upcoming sacrifice.
When they reached the clearing Charlotte and Johunn shifted into wolves. Johunn’s wolf was tall and strong. He had white fur all over with fierce eyes and powerful jaws. He was twice the size of most wolves. Charlotte shifted into her winged wolf form with black fur with bat like leathery wings. The fur had teal tips throughout. The wolves were quick and agile but Isleen was as well ducking around trees and leaping over down ones. She reached a tree and climbed straight into it. Her assent left the 4 legged companions to the snow below.
These three were free in the moment able to enjoy themselves without the fear of the town’s folk’s reactions. They could enjoy the moment without the weight of ruling or the worries of Galandor on their minds. This was truly a needed moment for the King and Queen. Johunn would let out a howl of happiness and Isleen giggles of joy. Charlotte even showed her joy with her howl and her strut. The cold seemed unimportant in such a moment of happiness and joy. They passed the hours like minutes and simply just existed.
They began a playful game of tag and followed that with hide and seek.  Charlotte shifted to her traditional wolf form with white fur and a stance nearly half or a bit more of Johunns. First Isleen was of and hiding in a tree then Charlotte and Johunn were after her.  The fun lasted for hours with snowball fights and wrestling. Johunn took a well thrown snowball to the muzzle as Isleen giggled with glee. The fun continued as Johunn was gentle and relaxed. Isleen and Charlotte got the better of the King after a bit even if was clear he likely let them.
As the wrestling ended Isleen tore off in a sprint playfully ahead of Charlotte and Johunn heading back toward the castle.
 
cat2321: She heard a rustling... dropping down to a knee to peer through the lower hung limbs " Johunn... Char... " She called out in a near whisper... " Hey, quite playing I am freezing and its getting dark I can barely see you" A growl came back in response... a deep, dark, low growl that sent chills up her spine... she saw the breath of warm air from the creatures mouth before it even broke the tree line... Cat turned and bolted for the nearest tree. It was a Grizzle Bear......"AHHHHHHHH" she sreamed out in fear and relief as she threw her legs up around the branches climbing as high as she could-
Guest_ch4rl0tt3  Charlotte heard the queen’s scream and her playing mood ceased. Charlotte’s hackles raised and snarled as she shifted mid stride into her winged wolf. Her grey fur bled into the white as she ran through the thick snow. Two leathery turquoise wings sprouted from her back and she lept into the air, beating her wings as hard as she could, her eyesight becoming sharper as she flew. Charlotte shot like a bullet towards the scream, scared to her wits end for the queen she had come to care for. Charlotte swore to herself that no one she cared for would die. Seeing the Queen clamoring at a tree's trunk, she swooped in and landed on all fours on a branch just above the queen, digging her claws into the branch to stabilize it from her weight. Charlotte growled at her and nodded her head to her back, hoping the queen would get her message to climb on her back. 

alldayj1  Johunn running behind Charlotte with his long beautiful strides until Isleens scream met his ears. Then his whole demenor changed. He gate opened his pulse raised and his anger began to bubble over. He watched as Charlotte shifted and flew to the queen but his concern was the cause of the screams. He would reach the scene of the intuder and square off with the grizzly. He would snarl and snap at it as the bear was incredible angry itself. Johunn bit its foot causing the bear to grow more angry. It was at that moment Johunn realized the situation was not at all a bad one and he could toy with their dinner a bit if he wanted to.-

cat2321  Isleen panicked when she saw Char come flying in at such speed. The branches were a tad icy and the warmth from her own body radiating on her hands had begun to melt it enough that she was having a hard time hanging on. Charlotte landed on the branch above her head, the one that she was grasping onto for dear life. She knew why, as it was the largest branch near, but the weight of Charlottes body crashing down onto it shook the limb enough for Isleen to lose her grip. Trying to gain her footing she adjusted, but fell anyway. She tumbled to the ground into the snow beneath the tree.. Hitting her head on an exposed root. She layed there uconcious, and unable to defend herself. 
Guest_ch4rl0tt3  Charlotte snarled at her stupidity for making the queen fall and jumped down into the snow, and jumped over the queen’s unconscious body, shielding her from the large grizzly bear. She yelped at the King, notifying him of the Queen’s condition. Deciding on a plan, she pushes her head into the snow under the queen and hoisted her body onto her back. Making sure the Queen was stable, she jumps into the air and beats her wings again, the 8 foot wingspan causing the snow to cloud around them. Charlotte found a strong V in a tree and nestled the Queen on the branch, making sure she was stable before jumping into the attack with the King, growling, happy to attack the monster that scared the Queen. 

alldayj1  Johunn wanted to allow charlotte to show off her talents so he leaped over the bear laying a deep scratch all the way from its neck to its ass. He landed and quickly squared himself back to the bear. He would howl making the bear split his attention in two directions and leaving an opening for Charlotte to show him what she was made of. He was enjoying this though he did fear a bit for Isleens well being.

Guest_ch4rl0tt3  Anger boiled inside her when she saw the blood the King shed from the bear and started to see red. She flew down and dug her nails into the bear’s thick hide on its shoulders and clamped her jaws around its jugular, shaking her head viciously. The bear roars as it fell to the ground with a cloud crash into the snow. Feeling her fangs sink into the bear’s skin, tasting blood, she pulled on the fatty neck. The bear was still struggling against her and a paw flew up and struck her in the face, its long claws raking over her shoulder in its wake. She yelped, her wound driving her to bite into the bear’s neck further. 

alldayj1: -Johunn fired at the bear from his landing spot and bit into its side then its stomach, ripping its belly wide open allowing it guts to begin to fall out onto the ground while it still breathed. He was happy to see Charlotte going for the throat and he again rebounded to watch her as she finished off the massive bear. He was licking his chops thinking about the meal to come.-

cat2321  Her eyes started to flutter open, Isleen could barely make out the scene below her. She heard a loud painful yelp which caused her to shake her head violently until the daze and fog cleared from her vision... She saw deep red gashes down Charlottes shoulder and started to cry, struggling to break herself free from the crotch of the tree that she had obviously been placed it. 

Guest_ch4rl0tt3  Charlotte watched as the King attacked the bear’s stomach. Then, she heard the Queen’s heart start to beat faster and her tears. Charlotte roared into the bear’s neck and braced her front legs. Opening her wings to their full glory, she reared them back and pushed against the wind hard, pulling the jugular with her. Blood spattered over her muzzle and face, as she spat the chunk of skin from her mouth. Her wolf muzzle turned up into a horrifying grin, her fangs dripping blood down her neck into the snow. The contrast between the hot blood of the bear and the pure white snow was entrancing, the blood pouring from the wound. Charlotte stepped off the bear’s back and watched as the light dimmed from its eyes, knowing that it regretted attacking the Queen. She turns to the king and bows her head, honored to have made the kill. Charlotte then jumped up into the tree and swept the Queen from her perch and placed her gently in the snow, away from the bear’s corpse and laid down on her haunches, pulling her ears back, submitting to the regal woman. 

alldayj1  Johunn looked on in wonder of Charlottes kill. He was maybe even a little jealous. He closed his eyes and slid his muzzle under the bear and flipped it onto his back with ease. He turned to see if he would have to carry them all back or if charlotte was ok. knowing they mead hall only laided about 100 yards away.-

cat2321  She helped Char up off the ground, putting her shoulder under her and giving her rest for a moment before heading back to the mead hall. It was Char's shoulder that was injured but Isleen feared for the amount of adrenilie that was surging through her body after such an ordeal and wanted to help her relax a bit in the moment.

Guest_ch4rl0tt3  Charlotte looked back to the King, curious as to what he would do with the bear’s body. Turning back to the queen, she followed, limping with her through the snow, leaving a trail of blood droplets in her wake. She reached the large door and entered the warm threshold, where she collapsed, panting on the wooden ground.
alldayj1: =Johunn shifted back into his human form and collected himself, it would not be the first time he entered the mead hall bare assed and covered in blood. His eyes were their calm green and his smile wide as he observed the Queen and Charlotte. He dropped the Bear at the door of the kitchen and pounded the door twice to get them to come tend to it. He then continued around to the main doors and took his naked self inside with the queen and Charlotte to be sure they both recieved aid and he could retrieve fresh clothing.

cat2321  Isleen caught Charlotte before the whole weight of her body hit the floor. Her own adreniline kicked in as she lifted her over her shoulder, She padded through the entry way of the hall. " I need hot water now!" She would hollar with authority as she made it to the center of the hall. She thought for a moment about laying her down by the fire to take care of her wound but then, she would have to move again. She summoned her energy, walking past the fire and straight to the stairs leading to the bed chambers. " I am going to lay you down in your bed Char, you need to rest and not move until you have healed." She said to her in a pleading tone, as she knew all to wekk that she would never ramain there unless it was an order to do so. Isleen gently kicked the bed chamber door open, scuffling through the entry way. She pulled back her fur bed coverings and eased her down upon them gingerly. The maid brought the hot water and Isleen tended to the wound with care. Knowing that Charlotte would heal quickly now that it was cleaned. She tucked her in, and left her chamber so she could rest without another word.

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9 Re: Story Line - The Rise of Galandor on Sun Nov 19 2017, 19:17

As they were about to depart on raid, Johunn saw a raven on the tree, it sat regal and all knowing. Its presence would give him a feeling deep in his soul. He knew it was an omen. He knew it was Odin telling him now was the time. He turned to his people and boomed “We cannot raid to the south. We cannot stay in Galandor. We must move on to lands far from here. This place is not for us and we must go.” –Johunn instructed all the warriors to collect the town’s folks and all their belongings and load it all up as quickly as possible. They would evacuate Galandor in less than an hour. He was sorry to leave this place so hastily but knew it was now that his Gods wanted him to move on to another place one where they would blossom and grow as a people and a kingdom. Johunn barked and ordered everyone to work and when they began to march toward the shore and the boats he let out a deep sigh. Knowing his daughter was not among them and Galandor was empty. This would mean she had left and given that Damon was also gone he had to infer they were gone together. He considered pursuit, he considered murder, he considered his daughter one not truly his but one her loved deeply. He knew they had grown apart and that she wanted to see the world and be her own person. Damon wasn’t a kidnapper was he? He didn’t seem the type… He was perhaps simple and easily persuaded by Relia but not a kidnapper. This assumption and the constant reconciliation as they marched to the boats from all of those around him allowed him the confidence to let her go. He knew he may never see her again and that hurt him deeply like losing a part of his soul. Johunn shed one tear for Relia as they loaded the boats with people and supplies. They were off to conquer new lands and be who they were destined to be. The entire kingdom loaded in longboats and the last one to leave the soil would be Johunn. He looked one last time at the Mountain and nodded softly as he had done what he came to do here and now would find his people a permanent home. Two warriors had dug a hole for Johunn about 2 feet deep. As he was about to climb aboard the boat he again thought of Relia and with his last moments in Valeria he buried a fair amount of gold and a note that said- “should you find this treasure tell the Princess Relia that her father is sorry he failed her and he hopes she finds what she seeks” – The King mounted his boat and they were off and gone from Valeria.

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10 Re: Story Line - The Rise of Galandor on Tue May 08 2018, 17:50

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Setting: It is a cold sunny day just outside of Galandor, making the market a busy place during the early morning. Shops are open, coin being exchanged for goods, food, weapons, clothing, etc being sold between at least twenty stalls. The time is shortly before twelve in the middle of the day, civilians and shop keepers filling up the streets. Relia and Damon, having left the village tavern now must make their way through the market, to buy supplies and clothes for their long journey ahead, along with a flying mount. What will happen between now and their arrival at the mount is anyone's guess. (Anyone can make an NPC for this encounter)

An empty castle seemed befitting of this young Princess, now completely covered with jagged sculptures of ice, snow covering the wooden panelled floor and the curtains frozen in time, covered in a blanket of white. This would be the young elfs home now, after Queen Anaya had sent her home, only for Relia to find she had been abandoned by everyone, her kingdom and most importantly her family. Was it her fault they left? A question that has been going on through her mind for the past five days now, that would soon be answered. Unsure of how long ago her parents had gone, to wherever as she had no clue, Relia decided to venture into her mother and father’s room, an adventure she had not taken yet. The chambers had obviously been disturbed, though only slightly and there was a faint, unfamiliar scent which barely hung in the air, so some days old she had determined but paid it no mind. Her mother’s desk caught her eye, a draw pulled open ajar. A short rummage through it, Relia found a pendant silver pendant in the shape on a snowflake, with a note, in rough handwriting. “To whomsoever should find my daughter, please know that I tried to take care of her, but my sickness was too much for me. Her name is Relia and I want her to have this. Thank you. Shi'Lara Haell” Naturally so, this upset Relia. Not only had those she knew to be her parents, they also kept from her, the name of her real mother. Though Relia knew she was adopted, Johunn and Isleen told her they knew nothing of her parents. With eyes filled with tears, the young princess reached the chain of the necklace around the back of her neck, securing it in place. The silver snowflake weighed heavy on her heart.



It was only when Relia heard a shuffle from beyond the chamber door, did she finally stand from her statue-like demeanor. “Who is there?” She asked, her tears frozen on her cheeks and her hands froze as they clenched into fists. The door soon after creaked open slowly, to reveal a young man dressed in white. “Queen Anaya sent me ahead of you, please… I mean no harm.” - “You might not, I cannot say the same for myself.” The young princess was angry and walked slowly toward the male, backing him out of the room and down the corridor. “I’m here to express peace, Your Highness. Merely to make sure that this place was safe.” With a heavy sigh, Relia rolled her eyes. “You mean, to find out for yourself the appearance of my Kingdom? So that you can report back to the Queen, what a sorry state this place is in. Do not think me naive.” The male kept a distance from her, though apart of him seemed to know it would not do him much good. They had walked so much, both of them found themselves in the royal hall, and Relia even ushered him over to the throne room. Avoiding her mother and father’s chair, the young princess remained standing, scanning the area with a icy gaze. “You have searched around here, did you find anything of note?” Relia would say calmly, her right hand reached and gripped the silver snowflake. “Umm, well for the most part it was left as if the people just simply vanished, all their belongings remained, food left as if only just prepared, the only things missing were things like armour, sword, shields and the like. And this…” Cautiously walking forward, he placed a bag down upon the ground in front of her and while bowed produced a crumpled up note from his pocket.



“Should you find this treasure, tell the Princess Relia that her father is sorry he failed her and he hopes she finds what she seeks.” Relia read out loud. A moment of silence passed before she would simply let out a low laugh. “Is that it? No, where they went. Nothing, about my birth parents. Just, ‘I am sorry’. Pathetic. What is in the bag?” The frost elf lifted her gaze from the note, to the male. “Money, Princess.” - “Money? Well, consider that your payment for your troubles. And please, upon your return to your kingdom, pass on an invitation to your Queen. I would like to make an alliance with her, should she be interested.” Narrowing her icy eyes at him, Relia leant forward slightly after tearing up the note, the piece of paper scattered on the floor around her floor length dress. “Spend it wisely.” And she disappeared down the nearest hallway. Tassarion dusted furiously at a vase in one of the various hallways, one he'd not yet gotten to, before the keep had frozen over days before, he thought nothing of it at first, with the stress of being the only remaining lifeform in the castle as far as he knew. But nothing of the sort mattered to him as he was entirely infuriated with the layer of dust that he could clearly see just beneath the ice. "Come on! How can an entire building freeze over like this!?" he shouted at the ceiling, his voice echoing through the halls like a cavern. Tass then ploped down on the icy floor, sliding off to the side awkwardly with his arms folded across his chest. The elf flinched as he gently skidded into Relias legs. He then looked up quickly. "P-princess.. I-I-I... Castle frozen... Dust everywhere... Kill me..."
Relia became still and peaked around one of the long hallways in the castle, where the assumed voice had come from. It sounded... Familiar. Finding the desire to investigate, as known to her she was the only one left in the castle, Relia searched the rooms along the guest quarters, eventually reaching one that held all of the family portraits. Walking down it, Relia's hands would sting as she dug her nails into her palms, these were memories of people she'd like to quickly forget. With a light sigh, a gust of cold wind blew down the corridor, knocking the paintings off their hooks, landing on the frozen floor the wood shattered into splinters, and soon after covered in a blanket of ice. The source of the noise had still yet to be found by the young Princess, but as a strange feeling loomed over her, the woman felt an eerie chill up her spine, making the surrounding temperature drop fifteen below freezing. Creaks and loud banging noises set her on edge, the howling of the trees from beyond the castle walls giving this once busy kingdom, a haunting feeling. Relia stopped walking and her body tensed as she took in a long, deep breath. 'Now is not the time for fear.' The voice in her head told her, relaxing once more, the elf continued her venture down the halls.



There was the sound of moment when Relia stopped moving again, around the corner from where she was. Prepared and ready to face whatever it might be, the frost elf crafted a small dagger from ice, clenching it tightly in her right palm, before swinging herself to face the hallway, nothing. But then she'd suddenly feel something knock against her lower legs. Turning her head downward, her pale blue eyes met those to match the familiar face that went with that familiar voice she had heard before. "Tass..." Feeling a pang of guilt as he complained about the cold, Relia took several steps back from him, melting the dagger in her hand as she did so. "I... Am sorry for the cold... For the ice... And the dust... Are you okay?" Asking the elf, she was unsure if she should offer a cold hand to help him stand. A gentle smile crossed his lips, turning into that teasing grin they had both become accustomed to. "Help! I've fallen and i can't get up!" he shouted teasingly as he rolled around on the ice, though he didn't drag the joke out, he composed himself and came to one knee before the princess bowing his head. "My most sincere apologies milady, but im afraid we are the only two inhabitants of this once great home... I tried to stop some of the others from leaving, but alas it was for naught; however, as i have stated before, i am forever in your service, and no cold nor any amount of preserved dust-" he cut his eyes up to her with a quick grin, before dropping his head once more, " - will ever change that." The corner of her lips turned into a small smile, the man's exaggerated damsel in distress act was an odd sight. Relia sighed softly as her friend stood up, keeping herself at a slight distance from him, her expression became cool and controlled once again. "I'm aware of everyone's departure, while I am a bit surprised you of all people remained... I thought I was the only one left." Crossing her arms over her chest, the ice around his feet melted, turning into a puddle which seeped through the carpet. "I shall work on getting rid of all this ice. I hope with the help of Anaya, the Queen of the Iron Dynasty, we night be able to stop this eternal winter." Relia would wall down the hallway, expecting him to follow and on her way she'd melt the ice around her. "Me of all people...?" he asked, jogging to catch up with her as she walked down the hall. "I must say i am genuinely offended by such a statement." he said in another exaggerated tone. "But in all seriousness, my remaining here shouldn't be of any shock to you princess, for prior to your swift evacuation from the castle.... Not meaning to offend... I did tell you that my allegiance was solely to you... But... You were quite upset about something and told me to stay here, and I did just as you instructed, looking after the place to the best of my ability, I'd of liked to have been able to keep it spotless for your return, but alas dust and cobwebs are a truly brutal mistress." from the side of the room there was a sound, a thump as a small crystal fox crawled out of the side of the area with a rat in its mouth. pausing it looked spotting the group and stopped in its tracks holding the rat firmly. "Arlu?" it muttered as it turned and held its head up rat in tow as it looked at them. its bright orange eyes shimmering in the light as it stood there. for some reason it was there but that reason was unknown, there was no foxs out this far north one would think, maybe it was someone's pet or a animal that needed to seek shelter. the fox tilted its head side to side as it watched the pair and its ears flopped side to side lightly clicking s it did. The large man looked up. His journey had taken some time but here it was. This castle that the rumors spoke of. "He best kept good for what I paid. " His voice deep as he grumbled. A large blade, wrapped in a tattered cloth and bound in place with leather bindings and chains laid over his right shoylder, hilt firmly in hand. He shifted the weight and continued his way up. The castle looked abandoned, "Best not be a waste.." the brute kicked at the door violently and announced himself, "Hey...anyone here?" He beat again for good measure, sounding almost as if he himself were a battering ram. "No one answers I'll take the entire town down for that fool. I hate being ripped off.." His red eyes showed an endless anger as his muscles remained tense. His long blue hair flowing behind him. The flows resemble g the waves of an ocean as it danced with the breeze.
"I simply meant that... Well, never mind. I am glad to see you remained here... Thank you for taking care of the place, though I suppose I have sort of ruined it since I returned. Do you know why my mother and father left? They neglected to leave a reason as to why, though managed to leave gold and I found my birth mother's necklace, in my mother's vanity. That was... A surprise to say the least, but I know her name now and I might be able to track her down." The throne room was a large area, untouched from when it was abandoned by its residence, Relia couldn't bring herself to change a thing nor even touch it. Dust had settled upon the furniture and books, the embers of the multiple fireplaces had since long burned out. Fire... Relia sighed heavily, distantly reminded of her lost friend Damon. Shaking her head, the young elf returned her mind to reality and with a smile, her pale blue gaze fell upon Tassarion. "We will have to hire aid to take care of this place, and make it welcoming for people to live here. Our people may have left, but our home will not be left baron. I'll need to help with that, Tass. I do eagerly await the Queen of Iron's response as well - ..." The Princess's attention was adverted from her friend, to the faint sound of small footsteps, for Relia to spot a small crystal figure in the shape of a fox, that was moving? This was new, as these sort of creatures had never been seen this far North before, to her knowledge.



Cautiously, the young woman walked forward and crouched before it. "Arlu?" She asked, curiously. Her cold gaze met the dead rat that was hanging from its mouth and she cringed slightly. "Umm, thank you for killing that pest?" Relia's attention was diverted again, by a loud bang that came from the entrance. Hands clenched into fists, the Princess walked briskly to the narrow hallway, to the man standing within it. "How are you?" She asked, her tone angered while her typical pale eyes shined a bring blue, a fog trailing from her hands as ice travelled up her arms. This violent intruder would not be tolerated for long, without the appropriate answers.

Tass tilted his head at the small fox, he thought of a shitty joke about a tenancy agreement that it needed to sign, but decided against it quickly as he saw the Princess' mood turn with the loud banging on the door. He didnt like the sound of it, he had eorried himaelf sick about the dangers Relia faced while she was away; however, he felt that there was something he could do about this particular potential danger if it came down to it. Ignoring the fox for now, Tassarion leaned down to all fours as what most would consider a "Frightening" sight took place, his elven body began changing, his skin turning to a pelt with long midnight black fur, his eyes turning to a burning golden yellow,his faced twisting and his ears moving on his head before until his chang was complete. A large black direwolf now Strood in Tassarion's place, stalking quietly until he found a vantage, crouching , ready to pounce, ready to maul anyone or anything that would dare try to harm her, his thinking had become animalistically violent due to his change, but knowing better to just up and charge like a rabid attack dog, so he continued to wait, watching and listening carefully. Arlu spotted the shape changer that took the form of a kin of his a canine, Arlu ignored the woman dropped the rat and trotted over to the wolf "names Arlu who are you i have been here alone for oh my god like three weeks, have you seen Narula? she left me here to stay and rats taste like asshole and dog food" he said to only the wolfs ears, wolves and foxs could communicate so in that form Arlu could be understood when to everyone else the only thing that came from his mouth was yips and the word Arlu repeated on a loop. he sat down beside the wolf as he looked out to see the woman going over to the being yelling "why fight it, foolish humans die anyway same with the girl why let her live let her fight and die, who cares about these things, you want some asshole and dog food i got more rats this place is a upright mess, the family i think of that chick left it all here i saw them go lived with them for a bit not long but eh dont matter they long dead at this point i am sure, oh did i say my name is Arlu and have you seen Narula?" he was a chatter box and downright annoying so up beat and skippy but at the same time brash and hard to deal with, it would take no time at all for his nature to get up any ones nerves. "you know the girl is kinda cute, would be better if she was naked dont ya think? names Arlu yours?" The large male looked down at the woman who greeted him. His vermilion hues studying her, though his peripheral managed to take note of the shapeshifter. He smirked, "I suppose that man was right." He gave a sadistic laugh as he let the massive blade fall from his shoulder to the ground. He looked at the tipping fox creature, "Nice and strange pets you have too." His form showed a shift, his height dropping as he knelt hi.self to be eye level to the Princess, "Zidourn Remembrance. I came here so that my blade can have work. Rumor is that your caravan wasn't long ago on the road. You might be short on real warriors." His tone dark, though no sign of threat. "I am pretty easy to pay as well." Relia's appearance changed somewhat, at least to a calmer demeanor while the male introduced himself. His offer might yet be sincere, she'd think to herself while scanning him with her pale blue eyes, a man not afraid to show hostility was sure able to take care of himself. Silence befell the hall for a long while, the air becoming cold between them both and when she exhaled a sigh, a soft cloud trailed from her parted lips. "A few days, I'd say." Finally answering the male, she'd look down to her friend and the odd, ice fox that seemed to be conversing with him in a language unknown to her. Shrugging it off, she returned her attention to her most recent guest, the ice from her arms and hands dispersed into a mist. "It is nice to meet you, Zidourn Remembrance, my name is Princess Relia, of Galandor Peak. Which has, unfortunately, recently become quite baron. So there is no one here for you to protect, unfortunately... I wish I could offer you work, I am sure you would be useful at protecting citizens, if there were any..." Relia trailed off, her mind focusing on darker thoughts, the air around her becoming colder again. After a while, she snapped herself out of it. "I do not want to waste anymore of your time." Dismissing the man, she turned away from him slightly, not quite letting her guard down Tass continued watching, Arlu was definitely getting on his nerves and it was quite apparant to anyone paying attention. A deep gutteral growl resonated in the beasts throat as he heard the words that the fox spoke about the princess. "I will not sit here idly and listen to you say such things about Princess Relia." he spat, not taking his eyes off the Elf and the quite large man standing at the entrance to the castle. Tass's yellow eyes leered with determination, he was definitely sizing the man up, paws planted firmly on the ground, his claws scratching quietly against the underfoot as he slightly curled his toes now and again, ready to pounce if the situation dare call for it. He was the Princess' "Guard Dog" a title mostly meant as an insult, though it didn't cut as deep as those who gave it to him had wished it would. He loved the Princess, and if that meant enduring namecalling, he was ready for whatever anyone had to throw at him.

It was with a heavy heart, that Relia would take upon the duty of ruling Galandor, an abandoned kingdom once home to thousands, far in the North and a long ways off from the rest of the world, cut off from lands by the poor weather conditions, relying on their own farmers and hunters, that were no more.

Since the abandonment of Relia’s people, she had shut herself off, though was relying strongly on her new connection with the Iron Dynasty, in a hopes to save her land and populate it once more, with the Queen’s help. For what is a Princess, a future Queen, without people to rule over. Her land was in trouble, dying and being forgotten about. So much rides on this, Queen Anaya’s decision to take the Princess on as an ally or not, would be the difference between Galandor Peak going down in history, or disappearing with the wind.

People were needed, this Kingdom had to grow for it to survive, the Princess needed a King and she’d need to find one quickly, but first, Relia had to fix this intolerable weather issue, surely Queen Anaya could help with this...






Arlu looked to the male that was basicly threatening him, but a part of Arlu loved the attention, it was not Narula and this being had no say in his actions as he was a bound animal to her and her alone. So his crystals perked up as they rattled to an annoying level as he looked to the queen lady, princess lady, whatever she was here and he looked back to the guard dog “you like her ass to, i do say it is rather nice, i could take a nice bite out of it myself, like a plump ripe apple just a little soft, not to hard, i don't like things hard, well unless it is me” his face started to smile as he looked around knowing full well no one here could hear or understand him and all they were hearing was yips and the sound Arul on repeat. But he knew that this other beast could hear him, well as long as he held this form and had wolf ears. “you know, you and her are stuck with me for now, long time i assume i have been here since before yalls got here, told to stay i was i was, and stay i shall, but with her being nice eye candy i will keep staying at her side, maybe she will like me more then you. Never know” Arul moved along the floor as his feet were gliding along the cold stone. He moved right over to the princesses side as his oddly soft fur rubbed against her side “Arlu?” he said in his cutest yip as he purred into her side wrapping his long fluffy tail aroun her leg as he yipped and cooed softly as if purring in content at her presence. Arlus one eye moved to look at the wolf as there was a grin on the foxs face that only the wolf man could see. The fox moved his paws to paw softly at the females leg as he looked up at her and sat there beside her asking her for her gaze as he tilted his head to the side back and forth his crystal eats flopping side to side as he pawed at her again wonder her reaction at a cute possible shoulder pet.

"I do not seek some immediate leap into battle. To be honest, I always wanted to be in league with a rising power. " he began to smile, "If you seek to turn away one of my strength I can not stop you. But you will not find even a novice with a cheaper blade," he turned to look to the sky, "And if nothing else, point me to a Lord who would take me in?"



Relia looked upon the fox, who had caught her attention away from the man for a moment, it's yips and "Arlu's" were simply distracting, and while it rubbed its body against her left, she crouched down and petted it gently upon its head. "I will not turn away your offer. I need it, now more than ever. For the time being, however I would request that you live in the nearest village here. The homes are abandoned, however in perfect condition. You may have first pick of whatever home you want. And for your first task, I ask that you see employees, to fill the taverns and shops. Everything must be repolulated, your first task along with Tass is to populate." She went quiet for a moment, realising how that might sound and she laughed a little. "Tassarion, Zidourn you will leave today for the village, take what you need. I do not want to see you here again for two weeks. That is my order for you." Smiling to the both of them, Relia looked down at Tass's appearance and sighed softly. "You will want to change out of that first." The princess's eyes then turned down toward the fox once more, after standing up straight again. "You, little thing may keep my company in the meantime, should you wish it." Picking up the end of her gown, she turned her back to the three and walked toward her throne. The snow was falling heavier today, a storm was coming.


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11 Re: Story Line - The Rise of Galandor on Tue May 08 2018, 17:59

White Goose Tavern 

 It is a few hours before midnight, the tavern sits deep within the woods on the border of Avalon and Iron. The people are in high spirits, buying drinks for their friends, singing to sea shanties. A group of Frost Dwarfs sit in the corner, drinking ale and sharing whispered tales. One, seemingly the leader of the collective, speaks of some mayhem going on at the royal castle of Galandor Peak. “It’s Bandits, they have taken up house in the castle, have done for a few weeks now. Word is, a large group are coming in to clean house. Lots of profit in that place, I bet.” The bearded Dwarf said, his accent strong. (Scottish)





Runya was dead tired, having ridden all day on the bloody horse he was on. His ass hurt, his back hurt, his knees hurt, he was just overall achy. Not to mention getting a headache from all the mumbling from the servants, then creaking of the wagons, the clinking of the treasure within the covered wagons. Even his armor was starting to bug him, which was rare due to how well worked in it was. He perked up a little when he saw the tavern loom out of the woods. Being so close to the Iron border, the sight was rather welcome, having been moving slower than a sleepy snail at this rate. He rode his horse up to the tavern, then hopped off and tied it in place. He then looked over the caravan, to his Captains. "Alright, we're stopping here for the night. I want round the clock surveillance, 10 guards on, 10 guards resting. In four hours, we switch out. No alcohol for those to be watching or on watch, this isn't our neck of the woods here. Remember that." He then pushed open the door to the tavern, ducking his head slightly as he walked in, before heading over to the tavern keeper.



The tavern keeper smiled as a guest walked in, someone he had not seen before, however his attire told him that he had to be of importance, and the company he kept was certainly intimidating. "Greetings, Sir. How can I help you today? A drink and food for you and your men? Rooms for the night? We have a few remaining, so I am afraid your company will have to share." He'd say, with a polite, warm and welcoming tone. Everyone else in the tavern had gone quiet, a few with hands frozen in the air as they were about to take a gulp of their drinks, eyes fixated on the company. Even the suspicious collection of Dwarfs stopped to watch. The leader flicked his index finger to one of his men, ushering him over. The second leaned down. "Watch them closely." He whispered, barely heard by the other Dwarf. After a loud thump of metal against wood, of the bar keeper slamming a mug down on the counter, the scene continued as it had, drinking and chatting loudly proceeded.



He looked around at the people within the tavern, during the hushed silence. He was a fire elf, but he was unusually tall for one, a rare defect from birth. As everything resumed, he looked back to the tavern owner. "I shall only need three rooms. The inhabitants will change in the middle of the night, so there's no need to be very specific. Elves don't really sleep, but meditate while fully aware." He said the last sentence plenty loud enough for others close at hand to hear, speaking calmly but leaving the warning hanging in the air. "As for food, we don't need much, just to replenish our stores of water and maybe have a drink or two. I'll take a dwarven ale." With that, he leaned out the door of the tavern, and motioned for the ones off duty to go ahead and file in.



"Three rooms? Aye, Sir. Can do that." He was quite while he continued to talk, nodding along softly to show that he was still listening. "Very well, Sir. I will sort out your keys, for your rooms first. The bill is to be paid at the end of your stay. For the three rooms, it will be 36 gold. (I dunno if that's a lot lol)" He bowed his head. "Please excuse me for a moment." He'd say before turning his back to him, to look to the keys along the back wall. A few were missing, in the hands of the current occupants. There were three next two each other on their separate hooks. He collected them and turned to face the Elf once more, setting them down on the counter in front of him. "Your keys, Sir. I will go and sort out your pouches of water now. Ten, and if you need more just let me know. I will collect your ale first." With a smile, he walked out from behind the counter and walked over behind the bar, the wooden counter top reaching at his waist. He'd bring down a jug from the shelf and proceed to pour the man his ale, before setting it down upon the counter top. "Your drink, Sir!" He called over, to get his attention. Afterwards, the bar keeper disappeared into the kitchen, collecting ten pouches, suitable for carrying liquids, from the pantry and from his collected water he'd top all of them up, the secure them all with the cork lid. Returning to the main room once more, he set all ten of them on the front counter. "Here you are, Sir." In the meantime, the Dwarfs had started up their previous conversation again. "Do you think we should take a trip up to Galandor? We might be able to get in on some of that look. Our men can take out that raid of bandits, easy." They were frost dwarfs, simple humans were easy for them after all.



He nodded to the innkeeper, then handed the keys off to his men. "See to it." He followed the innkeeper over to the bar, his ears twitching slightly as he picked up the word Galandor out of all the hubbub. He nodded to the innkeeper, before he picked up the ale. He grabbed a small bag of 50 gold from his belt, tossing it to the innkeeper. That should pay for all the rooms, as well as our drinks for the night. If you need more, let me know." He then walked through the bar, his stance and walk that of a lord, with the armor barely making a sound as he walked. He walked straight to the table with the dwarves, and set the mug down, still untouched. "Dwarven ale. The mug and 5 gold goes to the first one of you that tells me what you know of Galandor." He didn't bother to sit, simply standing by the table, as he crossed his arms over his chest.



The bar keeper caught the back of gold, from the weight and feel of it, there was a lot. He blinked in surprise, staring down at the bag for a moment, then back up to the male elf. "Thank you, Sir. This will definitely cover it." He'd disappeared upstairs for a short amount of time, storing the collection of paid lodging into the "bank" of the tavern. This would feed his family for a long time. Then returned downstairs, preparing new orders and filling used jugs. Guests left, guests came it. It was a busy night. The leader of the Dwarves had barely diverted his eyes from the Elf, less so when he walked in their direction, presenting them with a mug of their own fine ale. He chuckled at the man's request. "You want to know about that place?" Looking between his collection of men, a partial number from his large group back at camp. A few grunted, some laughed and the rest watched cautiously. "We were thinking of taking a trip up their, opportunity for a lot of gold. Way more gold than you are offering." He'd say simply, running stumpy fingers through his long white beard.



He looked over the lot of them, a flame seeming to appear behind his eyes as he regarded them all almost casually. "It appears our destination is the same, though for different reasons. The castle is not empty, and these things you mentioned that are invading it had better be gone before I arrive, or they'll be incinerated." As a bit of emphasis on his words, his hands seemed to catch a small fire to them, the flames licking on his armor as he casually stood there talking with them. "So, as my caravan is a little heavy, and I won't be able to get there very fast, perhaps your crew here would like a job? A paying one, with half up front and half when I arrive to a job well done." He looked towards the door. "Unless you'd like to take your chances on me arriving before you're able to get out, at which point you wouldn't make it out." He then turned back to them, a casual smile upon his lips. "So please, feel free to fill me in on your terms and decision." He slid the mug over to the leader of the group, since he seemed to be the only one willing to open his mouth.



A small smirk appeared on the Dwarf's face, the man's words made him chuckle again. "Well, well. Small world." The leader stood up, taking the cup of ale into his small, chunky hand and he took a large gulp of it, before wiping the back of his sleeve over his wet mouth. With a loud burp, he set the mug back on the table, with the same hand he offered it to the man, his skin was cold and pale. "All right, if it is as you said, not empty, while I know of only one, we will help. If not, deal is off. Scavenging isn't our style, but loot is loot." He had to reach his hand up, the elf much taller than the dwarf.



He took the dwarf's hand, the five gold mentioned before in his hand as he shook it. "My soon to be wife is there. So I know it's not empty. I wouldn't be crossing the breadth of my kingdom for an empty frozen castle." He shook the hand firmly, before taking his hand back standing there. "Discuss the price among your colleagues, and get back to me with it." He then walked away from the table, leaving the gold behind in the dwarf's hand as he walked away. He headed to the bar, and waited for the tavern keeper to return.



As the man shook his hand, he felt the warm gold press against his palm. "How romantic." Chuckling he shook the man's hand. He didn't respond at first, but it didn't take long after the elf started to walk away, that he had already worked out a price for him and his men. His story was touching, to say the least and he could tell he was a Fire Elf, that much was very obvious, so he couldn't make the trip himself. "50 gold now, 50 when we meet again." He shouted his requirement across the room, just how much would the Princess of Galandor be worth to him, he wondered. The Dwarf didn't give him much time to respond, collecting his company of men, to make the short walk to their camp in the woods, he'd gather his 40 men and make the track through the snow and strong winds, to the North, to the castle. Saving a damsel in distress, this was a new one for the Dwarfs.



As the man shook his hand, he felt the warm gold press against his palm. "How romantic." Chuckling he shook the man's hand. He didn't respond at first, but it didn't take long after the elf started to walk away, that he had already worked out a price for him and his men. His story was touching, to say the least and he could tell he was a Fire Elf, that much was very obvious, so he couldn't make the trip himself. "50 gold now, 50 when we meet again." He shouted his requirement across the room, just how much would the Princess of Galandor be worth to him, he wondered. The Dwarf didn't give him much time to respond, collecting his company of men. Walking up to the well dressed Elf, he'd hold out his hand for the asked for price, after he received it they'd make the short walk to their camp in the woods, he'd gather his 40 men and make the track through the snow and strong winds, to the North, to the castle. Saving a damsel in distress, this was a new one for the Dwarfs.



Runya spoke a word to one of his men, and the man produced a small pouch. He opened it, and then counted out into the dwarf's palm 50 gold, with another five on top. "For being agreeable. When I reach there, if the job is done to my satisfaction, I'll pay you more than just 50 gold, I'll set you and your men up in a hall of your own. With my arrival, we shall make Galandor a true kingdom again." He then nodded to the dwarf, before retying the bag and handing it back to his man. "As for me, I'm going to get some water and go meditate for a few hours." He looked to one of his captains. "See to my orders with the men. In the morning, we continue on. And make sure the wagons and chests aren't tampered with." He then walked to his room, closing the door behind



THREE DAYS LATER 
 A loud roar was heard from miles away, like a clash of thunder that traveled the entire world, and a wave of energy fell over Relia, not only her but the whole Kingdom. Was this it? Had the curse been lifted? The princess ran out of the castle, bursting through the large entrance doors to the grand outside. Slowly, but surely she saw the snow melt before her, her feet soon met with grass and the scene became green. It was beautiful, magical, little white snowflakes glistened in the light of the sun, only to melt away and turn into small droplets of rain. It was over in an instant, but that would not be it. Gradually, before her the green land stretched beyond the horizon, snow turned to water causing floods beyond the hills. “Oh no…” Relia muttered and began to run, her feet light on the grass, carrying quickly and gracefully. The castle, her home was high upon the mountain and she stood upon the edge of the pathway that led up to it, here she could see everything, her heightened sight carrying her gaze for miles. She saw it, the devastation which would be the cost of the wish she asked for, her lower lands, beside Avalon, and Iron, their borders now turned into a large lake. Rose lake was in the far distance, now completely submerged, thousands would be dead.



Relia sank down to her knees, tears pouring down her cheeks but had quickly turned to ice, as her body became cold, turning the wet grass around her to ice. “I-I am sorry…” The young Princess said into the wind, this was the consequence, like every large gesture like this would cause, while her land was finally free of the curse, others perished. What would her father have done, in this instance? Maybe he knew the cost, and didn’t want to put it on anyone, but it was put on Relia, for she knew that the Kingdom could never reaches its full potential, with the cold snow making it practically unbearable to live in. It would be her burden, perhaps Anaya’s also, but it had to be done. Relia’s kingdom came first, and with the Empress’s help she was able to secure its future.



TWO DAYS LATER 
 Not long after did the Queen aid Relia in fixing the weather, did she immediately send out an order for a gardener to work in the castle, and after a few days, when Relia woke up to the sun, there was a knock at the door. “Princess? Are you awake? The gardener that you called for is here.” A familiar voice came through the thick wooden door. “Yes, I am. You may come in.” Dressed already for the day, the young princess sat at her vanity, brushing her long white hair with a small comb. Tassarion stood there in the doorway, watching his princess for a while, with a small smile. “Do I have something on my face?” She asked, looking to her friend through the reflection in the mirror. Clearing his throat, his face turned serious. “No, Princess, you look beautiful as ever. What would you like me to do about the gardener?”



It was a short conversation shared between the two, of which ended with Tass leaving to escort the guest to the place that would, eventually, end up being the gardens of Galandor Peak. Relia longed to see beautiful flowers around her home, just like she had seen in Iron. Seeing so much for the first time on her journey, beyond the kingdom had changed her in a lot of ways, while the death of her friend saddened her, she wouldn’t regret going there for anything. Relia ended up in the main hall come afternoon, deep in thought as she stared at the thrones of her once mother and father, a previous thought, now current plagued her mind. How was she going to fill her kingdom with people again? Get the money she needed to get things back up and running again? A king. A wealthy one at that. With a long sigh, the princess stepped away from the throne room and walked into her study, to a desk covered in blank paper, one of which she grabbed and quickly, but neatly wrote up an announcement.








 An order was given to Tassarion, to have over 10,000 printed, to be spread out across the Kingdom and beyond. The princess would have the King she needed.


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12 Re: Story Line - The Rise of Galandor on Fri May 18 2018, 18:43

Tass bowed as he slowly retreated to do as he was commanded. "Yes my princess, as you say." Then he disappeared, now he wasn't entirely sure how exactly he was supposed to make 10,000 copies of the parchment, so he did what few men would, he sat down at one of the many tables and began to write, copying down the same message again, and again, and again. Pulling blank papers from one stack and moving the finished copy to another, he worked like a well oiled machine, his dedication to princess Relia driving his hand. There was more than likely a better way to do this, but it didn't cross Tassarions mind, for all he could think of was proving his worth to the Elf he loved, though it was finicky because he doubted she even knew how he felt about her, though as he wrote his heart began to sink with thoughts that she would have nothing to do with him seeing as she was royalty and he was not, but despite these worries, he stayed positive and kept copying, still hoping to prove his dedication.

The next morning, things were very quiet. Relia wasn't sure where Zidourn had gone, but she was sure Tassarion was still in the castle, so she went to find him, after having bathed and dressed for the day. Eventually, she found him sat at a table, which was covered in many pieces of paper. Standing in the doorway she watched him for a short while, with a small smirk until she couldn't help but laugh which got his attention. "What are you doing, Tass?" The princess asked, walking into the room she picked up one of the pieces of parchment that had been written upon, it was the royal announcement she had asked him to make. Relia stood with a dumbfounded look on her face, then turned her head toward him from the paper. "Why are you writing these out by hand..?" She asked her friend, who now looked awkward and embarrised. "Because you asked me to make all of these for you." The princess tried not to laugh and with a straight face, would say; "Then take them to the Printing press to the South, in Iron. It's a few days ride but you will have them done in no time. This... This way will take a lot longer." Relia smirked, putting down the paper with the others. Tass obviously hadn't thought that far, as the tiredness he fell suddenly came over him and his head dropped, forehead hitting the table. "Tass..." She shakes her head. "Rest for now, but please take them to get written soon." - "I will." His voice was soft and he soon fell asleep at the desk. 

After a few hours of sleep, Tass took all the pieces of paper to the Printing Press in Iron, where he'd stay in an Inn nearby for the next few days to wait on them. With ten thousand pieces of paper, most of which were handed out to people with a few gold pieces, to spread among the people. The rest he'd take with him, turning his body into the figure of a large crow, taking to the low skies to drop the invitations on the people below. Much easier, and faster.

His next task was to walk through the towns of different places, telling them about the Kingdom of Galandor Peak and what it offered. This would keep him busy for a long while, but it was worth it to see his Princess happy.




A few days had passed, Tassarion and Zidourn were on their assignment, leaving Relia alone in the castle for a while. On one of her usual walks through the castle, Relia caught the metallic smell of blood. Searching for its source, she happened upon a few dead bodies, locked in one of the rooms deep in the castle. They were dressed poorly, some with trinkets and jewelry hanging out of their pockets, others with small sacks of gold. Bandits, thieves. But who killed them?





Relia searched the rest of the castle, sword in hand, her abilities prepped should she need to defend herself, looking through different rooms she found more bodies, all with the same appearance and loot that they had taken from her home. “Who are all these people..?” Speaking to herself into the cold, dark hallways. Bandits must have set up home in the castle while she was gone, with the kingdom abandoned, she was surprised no one had even challenged her rule yet. There was a sharp snap of glass that came from behind her, while she searched an empty room, Relia turned to face whatever it might be, but she was caught with an arm around her neck, the tip of a dagger pressing into her ribs, a small trail of blood dripped down her white dress. “Scream, I’ll kill you. Try anything, I’ll kill you. Drop the sword, put your hands behind your back.” Reluctantly, she did so and while her hands were behind her back, she felt something cold and rough wrap around her wrists. “I am no fool, I know of your abilities. They are no use to you now.” He knew she had been trying to pierce his flesh with her ice, but nothing was happening, it was like she was drained of her abilities.



Standing in the throne room, her assailant with face hidden, was writing on a piece of paper using a quill. Once he was done, he tucked it into the crow’s ankle, who had been perched on his shoulder in the meantime. “Word has been sent, my clan will be here soon, to collect all of this loot, along with everyone's homes, and you will be dead before we leave. Relia didn’t know what to do, she was left powerless, bound and without anyone here to help her, it would be more than a week before Tass and Zidourn returned. “You will not get away with this. I have very powerful friends!” - “And where are they, Princess? Far, far away.” She saw his smirk beneath his hood. “Now shut up, and I will keep you away from my men when they arrive.”


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13 Re: Story Line - The Rise of Galandor on Fri May 18 2018, 18:45

A soon as the company of Dwarves reached their camp, it didn’t take long for them to set up for the journey. Riding on small horses, very befitting for Dwarves. Each man having their own.
And off they went, to Galandor Castle.


They journey would be a long one, however with their mode of transportation, it didn’t take long. One, who ran ahead on the fastest horse, sent back words via crow that a company of humans, a few less than the group of Dwarves, had set up camp 8 miles from the Iron border in the South. Within a few hours, they had caught up.


The battle was a short one, the Frost Dwarves slaughtered most of the human’s in their sleep, the rest were finished off using means of their abilities. Once everything was done and said, five of the men dug shallow graves for all the humans.


In the meantime, their leader who was named Caspian, had decided to ride ahead during the night, taking the fastest horse for himself. The Princess was in danger after all.


The castle was in a state indeed, not as bad as it had been described, however and trying to enter as quietly as possible, he saw that the place had been cleaned, or at least the main room was. Things were very quiet, save for the soft sound of breathing, which he’d walk towards. Eventually, the Princess came into sight, sat upon one of the thrones, asleep… And tied up with rope. Focusing away from her breathing, Caspian listened out for other sounds. There was one other that caught his attention, footsteps heading this way.


The trained Dwarf prepared himself, hiding behind a pillar away from the direction that the footsteps were coming from. Slowly and quietly he’d draw his dual swords off his back sheaths. Perfectly fitted for a Dwarf his size.


The owner of the footsteps appeared, another human and he walked up to Relia’ slapping her cheek to wake her up. “Rise and shine Princess. It won’t be long until my men are here. Just long enough for me to have a little fun with you…” That was the Dwarf’s queue. Letting out a loud yell to draw the human’s attention away from the Elf, who quickly drew his sword before turning toward the Dwarf, in the meantime Caspian had started to run toward the man. “Hands off, human!” He shouted through the air.


The leader of the now very much dead and buried humans, must have been caught off guard, as he was barely a worthy opponent. The muscles in the Dwarf’s thighs carried him into the air when he jumped, blades faced down and when he landed on the human’s chest, the blades pierced him through his shoulders, he landed with a loud thug on his back, Caspian fell with him, but his swords kept him in place. “Do you enjoy praying on vulnerable women?” He’d say, twisting the handles of his swords. The human cried out in pain.

Relia, in the meantime had woken up, watching the events unfold. She didn’t know the Dwarf and wondered why he had saved her. No one else had come before, and it had been days. She struggled to get lose from her bonds, eventually falling to the floor. Caspian finished the human off, with a swift slice of his throat and he’d bleed out, while the Dwarf helped the Princess out of the rope. “You are safe now Princess. I am sorry that I was not able to get here sooner.” He’d say, sincerity in his tone. “Thank you for coming at all…” The woman said, with a small smile. She was weak and after a short talk, to which he said he would remain until the rest of his company arrived, being the Fire Elf, Relia would go to her chambers for sleep, in the meantime Caspian was left, with the trust and good word of the Queen, to do whatever he pleased for saving her life.


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14 Re: Story Line - The Rise of Galandor on Sat May 19 2018, 23:08

Runya meets Relia - Day 1


XaeiDeLaRose: Caspian, the Dwarf was sitting not far from Relia, reading a book at a table, something on Dwarven Lore he had told her. She tried reading what he showed her, but it was in a language she didn't understand, which resulted in the old Dwarf saying he would teach her some day. The real reason why he'd stuck close to Relia, was because he knew to expect the man who had sent him here, would be arriving someday soon but he kept that from the Princess. The young elf was sat on a lounger in front of the hearth, a small fire set upon the logs. She too had a book, her mother's diary that she had found a few days ago, in her office. It wasn't much of an interesting read, until the end where it spoke of the day Relia was found, the small baby hidden amongst the snow and mentioned the necklace, that now hangs around the Princess' neck. A gift from her birth mother, though only recently found. It was a cold day, despite the sunny weather beyond the walls. Heat would likely flood in if the doors or windows were open, but between the Frost Elf and the Frost Dwarf, they were both able to keep the temperature down a reasonable amount. The afternoon was a quiet one, asperusual. No visitors yet while Relia awaited the return of her recently accompanied guard and her old friend, Tass, who were out trying to recruit. Putting down the book, she stretched across the lounger with a soft groan. "Caspian?" - "Yes Princess?" He answered. "I'm feeling a little peckish. Do you want something to eat as well?" She asked him, while standing. "Oh, no. But you stay here. I will go and get you something." The Dwarf said, leaving his book as it was on the table while he jumped from the chair, that was slightly too big for him. Smiling, Relia laughed softly. "Okay, thank you." And he went off to the kitchens.


Pandemonius: /me One week he had told himself. One week and he would be in Galandor. That was a week and a half ago. Runya was tired and he knew his men were tired. It was half a miracle in his opinion that they somehow were still alive and that other than a single break out of running into bandits the seven wagons of gold were still intact and not a single bar or coin was missing. He hated it but each other night, he would have his men separate and make sure everything was there. He himself couldn't get the number of gold bars out of his head and the effort of keeping his men and the wagons safe from harm was starting to show on his face. When alone he would often look himself in the mirror and see the dark rings forming under his eyes, the haggard look that began to take over from the fatigue. One week was what he knew was all it would take to get from Avalon to Galandor but he did not take into consideration that all the wagons would slow them down so considerably. One week he thought to himself again. “This better be worth it...” He sighed and with that thought went to bed and this occurred over the next few days in very much the same manner. It was by day thirteen that a couple of his forwarding scouts returned when they rode up to meet their king they saluted him and he in return saluted as well “Well how much further we got to go?” The scout to on his right looked to the the road in front of them and Runya saw the satisfaction on his face “Tis about a days trek left sir. We came to the city gates and asked them to notify the royal family of Galandor that you were in route to greet them. We should be there by the evening of tomorrow at the latest M’Lord.” Runya sighed a bit of relief and then arched a brow towards the horizon. “Two bloody weeks, and all because we had to bring so much with us this time….Mother said it should have only taken a week. Lets see if we can’t make it there a little sooner so you men can rest up shall we?” the King turned to his men and rallied them up “Tomorrow yer all sleepin in real beds understand so pick up the pace and lets haul ourselves forward shall we.” There was a steady beat of hurrahs as the king's men cheered. Runya knew that his men wanted nothing more than to get off the road for now. And he too wished nothing more than to get a better nights rest and finally meet his princess he was told was promised of him.




------- FA FEW HOURS LATER




XaeiDeLaRose: Relia was brought out of her trance, from being lost in her book when she heard a knock at the large entrance. "Who could that be?" She'd say, standing from the lounger after putting her book down beside her. "Caspian? Are you around?" She called out to her knew friend, but didn't get a response. "Probably lost in all the food." She shrugged her shoulders and walked through the main hall, past the large tree that had grown in the centre of the large room, her fingers gently brushing over the soft petals of the roses that grew on the bushes beside it. There was no one else here, unfortunately as she had sent out her only two company, aside from Caspian who was in the kitchen. Arriving at the door, she opened one side of it, to see a man dressed in armor. He bowed, hand clenched in a fist he slammed it against his chest plate. "Greetings, Your Highness. If I may, I bring word to you that the King of Avalon, rides for your castle. He wishes for an audience with you." Relia blinked in surprise, very much caught off guard by his words. Caspian, who had reappeared from the kitchen, stood a few feet behind her, with a piece of bread shoved in his mouth. "Oh, so he is on his way then." Turning back to the Dwarf, the Princess looked at him with a confused, yet stern look before looking back to the man once more. "I... See. I was not expecting him here. He never sent word... But, he is the King of Avalon after all, please tell him I accept his offer of audience." She had heard of this King, and the rumors that surrounded him. With another bow, the guard was soon gone, Relia presumed to remeet with his King to share her words. A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she shut the door, turning to Caspian once again. "What was that all about?" The Dwarf shrugged, shoving another piece of bread into his mouth. "Just a man I met before coming here. He can explain it to ya, it's not my place." He'd eventually respond, Relia barely understood him with his thick accent. She sighed again. "I suppose there is nothing to do but wait then. I will sleep for now, I should get a good nights rest, and a long bath before meeting this... King..." The Princess was nervous, and probably seemed as such to the Dwarf. Had word of Relia's desire to find a King, spread that far and so quickly. The young elf would disappear to her chambers for the rest of the night, though she struggled to sleep, unsure of what this King might mean for her.


Pandemonius: Runya looked into the mirror after splashing some warm water over his face. As he predicted would happen, He somehow managed to get his men and the wagons to the city in the dark of the morning. When he asked where an inn was so as to get some rest he needed no effort in telling his men to rest up for the next few hours. And be ready come sun up. A part of him was anxious the last few years he's had to spend a lot of time cleaning up his own fathers mess in Avalon. And then only a month ago find out he had been betrothed to a princess he recalled only by name alone. “Relia…” he muttered looking in the mirror. He touched his face and looked at his eyes they were dull yellow in their color and through a little focus he managed to change them back to their normal dark orange color. He touched his hair which had started turning less vibrant and dark red “You’re a wreck Lord Runya, you should sleep…” he said to his reflection he sighed and looked in the reflection at the feathered bed behind him “may as well...” He then turned and stepped over to fall in to the bed “two weeks…. When did I sleep in a real bed on this whole journey…” he muttered to the air. Before passing out. He was shaken awake by one of his men who came looking for him who upon seeing his king open his eyes to look at him placed a fist against his chest in salute “M’lord you should be waking up your to meet with the Princess soon.” Runya starred at the man for a minute as he was still waking up when he shot to a sitting up position “It’s morning already? Tell the men to get the wagons loaded and head for the castle I will be right behind ye all understand?” the soldier saluted again and dismissed himself from his king's presence. The young fire elf sighed and got out of bed. He got dressed pulling his pants on and buckled his belts. He then clasped his coat around himself and made himself as presentable as possible. He didn’t recall when the last time he had seen the princess but he knew he had met her so meeting her again he felt it right to at least be able to make a decent impression on her. He stepped out and saw two of his men had stayed behind waiting for him the others having left for the castle already with the wagons. “Well boys...let us go meet our future queen shall we?” he said smirking. The two soldiers chuckled and saluted the man before following him out to the horses. Saddling up they trotted through the city and up to the castle gates where he saw his other men already waiting for entrance.


-------------THE NEXT MORNING


XaeiDeLaRose: Relia didn't sleep well, her mind mostly on the King that would soon turn up at her doorstep. When she managed to eventually sleep, she'd dream of an unfamiliar area, a field of grass and pretty white flowers. In front of her, stood a man of red hair and glowing red eyes. Her feet carried her forward toward him, hands reach out and he takes her into his embrace. They kissed, not the casual sort but one full of passion, desire and devotion. Their bodies laid down on the grass, clothes were soon taken off and... A knock came at her door, waking up the Princess. She had... Actually sweat? Was she even able to do that? Her cheeks were warm, far more than she thought possible. The knock came again. "Princess?" Caspian's voice came through from the other side of the door. "Y-Yes." It was morning, the suns rays shining in through a small gap in her black out curtains. "I'm going to get ready, please let me know if the King arrives while I am doing so." - "Aye, Princess." The dwarf called back, she head his heavy footsteps walk away down the hall. Climbing out of bed, she'd first have a long bath, making sure her body and hair was clean. The water cold to the touch, not that it bothered a Frost Elf. She picked out simple, yet modest clothing; a long, floor length white dress, a few white jewels, crystals sewn into the fabric. She'd wear a simple silver circlet, with her long white hair tide up in a large bun, a small portion of short strands of hair fell around the shape of her small face, and barefoot like always. There wasn't another knock at her door in the meantime, so he hadn't arrived yet, maybe she would have time for breakfast. Relia next walked into the dining room, where she'd pick out a small meal from herself, as given to her by one of the maids that she'd happen to employ a few days ago, a traveller with great cooking skills. "Thank you." The Princess said to the maid, before eating through the toast, egg and bacon, along with a cold cup of tea. Still no word from Caspian about the King's impending arrival. Relia sighed heavily, getting noticeably nervous again.


Pandemonius  Runya sighed again for the third time as he rode up towards the castle gates where the rest of his men and the wagons of gold were at. The two soldiers to either side of him looked blankly at their king and then to each other shrugging. “Does something trouble you Sire?” said the one on his left. Runya blinked and looked between the two and then shook his head “No, nothing is wrong. To my knowledge at least, but I have been trying to remember this Princess to which I am to be wedded to and for the life of me I can’t recall her face let alone imagine what she must look like now.” The elvish shapeshifter sighed again, and his soldiers simply chuckled at their kings impending wedlock “Well sir I doubt she will be all bad.” Runya looked at the other soldier in his command with a side glaring smirk. “Perhaps your right about that. Now let’s hurry… I don’t wish to keep a lady in waiting. I heard I causes severe case of nervousness.” He chuckled as did his men and they picked up speed kicking their heels against the flanks of their horses into a full trot. As he came up to the gates he started to notice how empty the area was. Even his men stood at the castle gates confused as they pushed on ahead. “typically, there would be more guards at a castle, right?” he asked on of his soldiers “aye milord but seems the princess has been in lack of any good soldiers since her parents left it seems. “And how do you know that?” the soldier chuckled “We don’t just party and drink all night my king some of the boys asked questions it is our job to see you safe after all.” Runya blinked and stared at the soldier and then closing his eyes jumped from his horse and grabbed the satchel attached to his saddles. “Well then boys I guess I am going to need some of you to get guard duty rosters in place.” With that said he stepped off away from his soldiers. The two that had been pacing with him sense the inn followed him as well. One ran ahead and pushed open the front doors of the castle allowing Runya to step through and his boots click against the wood flooring. His red hair stopped whipping around his face as the doors shut behind him his two guards standing on either side of the entrance. “I can take it from here boys I’ll be fine.” He walked through the grand hall and let his dark orange eyes peer at everything as he took in the architecture of the castle interior. “Hello? I am King Runya of Avalon. I sent a scout ahead to notify my arrival today… I am here to hold an audience with the Princess.” He said with a relatively loud tone hoping he was near enough to anyone who would be able to hear him.


XaeiDeLaRose: Caspian had sensed the Princess' unease and decided to remain nearby while they both waited, he would be her only defence if things went South, her thought and so did she it seemed, as she was all too happy to keep him close by, and insisted on occasion when he offered to get her something to drink, or a book to take her mind off things. When the front entrance opened, Relia became tense and very quiet, having since hidden herself in the throne room, in front of a lit hearth. Caspian, who was sat beside her gave her a reassuring smile, but the Princess only seemed to panic more when a voice called out to her. Taking a deep breath, Relia stood up from the small couch and began walking through the large room, until the King she had been waiting for came into her view. To his view, he'd see her as she was, her long weight hair falling loose around her shoulders, with a simple circlet resting on her forehead, a long floor length white dress, that clung to her figure and showed a decent amount of skin, for a typically modest Princess, and was barefoot like always. Relia closed the distance between them, until she stood a few feet from him and she bowed her head, gripped the sides of her dress tightly in her hands as she did so. "Welcome to Galandor Peak, King Runya of Avalon. I am Relia." Her voice was quiet, timid almost while she tried to keep her breathing in check.


Pandemonius:  The king stared at the female that approached him his orange red eyes taking in her visage a smile played at his lips as he admired her appearance. When she bowed and greeted him he did so in kind out of respect more than anything. He then reached into his satchel and pulled out a rolled-up parchment. “Milady I tried to be here sooner. If I had known the trek would have been as long as it was I would have sent word a long time ago.” He then began to unroll the parchment in his hands and turned it over and handed it out to her to take “I apologize for not sending word ahead of time of my arrival but in seeing this I didn’t not waste much time in coming here. In all my preparations of meeting you it had…slipped my mind. But if you will read this document I am sure you will understand my haste in wanting to meet you in person right away.” He held out to her the very document proclaiming their betrothal and the arrangement of when the contract would come to affect. He stared at her taking in her features as he scanned his memories back to a small frail girl he had met a long time ago.�


XaeiDeLaRose: He seemed modest enough, showing the same respect to her as she did him. His words seemed sincere also, from the tone of his voice but she would be cautious still. Her light blue eyes studied him while he talked, the shape of his face and bright red hair, she'd seen someone of similar appearance before. Relia stepped closer again, while he held out a piece of paper to her and she carefully took it from his grasp, the closer she got to him the more hotter she'd feel, it took her a moment for her to realise it was radiating from him. "I thank you for coming here personally, to give word of..." Staring down at the piece of paper, her eyes slowly scanned the writing upon it. Her hands clenched it tighten, creasing it. "I see... My father betrayed me yet again." Letting the scroll roll back up, she offered it back to him. "The contract is binding, I am guessing." Relia sighed heavily, turning to Caspian who had said nothing this entire time, standing in the background. He could tell she was becoming angry as the temperature around her was falling. "I apologize, I must..." - "Princess Relia!" The Dwarf called over, with a smile as he rushed over, trying to distract her mind. "If I may, why don't I bring your guest some food, he has travelled a long way after all." Relia blinked as if coming out of a trance. "I... Yes please. And some ale as well, thank you." Caspian nodded and headed for the kitchen, to give them a moment to talk while he took his time. The Princess raised her head and gave the King a kind smile, while still frustrated but she tried not to show it. "Shall we sit? You must be tired." She offered, walking back through the hall to sit at a table under the large tree in the middle of the room. "Please." Relia gestured with a hand toward the chair beside her.


Pandemonius: A shiver ran through Runya as he took back the scroll, cold enough that he had to exert more heat to keep himself from feeling the cold. His orange eyes seemed to dull as he did so, and he raised an eyebrow towards the princess realizing from her body language and he tone that she was upset. He looked over at the Frost dwarf Caspian and tilted his head recognizing the man from a previous meeting at a tavern. He then looked back at Relia and frowned “Betrayed?” he mumbled to himself thinking. He decided to take her on her offer and sat across from her though he pushed his chair further back from the table. “It has been a long journey, but I took the liberty to rest at the town inn before coming this morning. Though the travel seems to still bare on me I’m afraid.” He looked down at his hands and then looked around again before looking back at the princess. “I don’t mean to pry…but what do you mean your father betrayed you?”


XaeiDeLaRose: Relia sat straight in the chair, looking forward with a blank expression while he had sat near her. She was hearing his words but didn't have the heart to respond to them, her skin turning paler. His last words caught her off guard, she didn't think he had heard her. Relia turned her head toward him, her expression softer. "He... When I was younger, not much younger... I... Experienced the greed that comes with a man's heart, and a woman's too I am sure... Things... Happened and he promised me he wouldn't ..." She trailed off and went quiet for a moment, but cleared her throat soon after. "He said I would not be set with an arranged marriage, but I understand why he did it." Lowering her head, she closed her eyes and sighed softly. "I am sorry, none of this is your fault. I am sure this is not easy for you as well." Relia opened her eyes when she heard the soft thud of footsteps against the wooden floorboards, it was Caspian presenting a plate of food, a mug of ale for the King and a glass of white wine for the Princess. "Thank you." The Princess smiled to her new friend, who bowed before leaving them again. They had not killed each other yet, so that was a good thing, he supposed. Reaching her hand forward, Relia picked up the glass and took a small sip, or was about to but the liquid in it had frozen upon her touch. "Damnit..." She muttered.


Pandemonius  Runya listened to her story and and he closed his eyes as he listened before hearing the soft thudding footsteps of the dwarf returning. Opening his eyes he smiled calmingly to the princess. He watched as the dwarf placed out the drinks and food. The king took a sip of ale and noticed from the sound of her that something had happened. Staring at the wine glass he noticed the chill frozen look of liquid. “If I may?” He reached over to take her glass and placed a single finger to it the warmth radiating at its tip enough to thaw the liquid but not break the glass. “I am sorry you have had to run through this ordeal. To be honest I myself had not expected this. I was merely doing some duties when i found the parchment. My father….” He closed his eyes and at back as he remembered the mad king his father was.”My father did not tell me of this arrangement either before he passed. And my mother played ignorant or did not rightly know either. So I understand your troubles Princess. But i am sure this is all having a much grander meaning that neither of us can see as of yet.” He stared at the food and decided to take a bite chewing it and swallowing it down with some ale.


XaeiDeLaRose: Relia turned toward him slightly when he held out his hand, and watched as the wine, once frozen had turned back to liquid. She laughed a little. "Thank you." It bubbled softly from the slightly hear as she held the glass to her lips, taking a sip she moaned softly feeling the warm wine slide down her throat as she drank it, it calmed her. She listened to him, drinking while he spoke in small sips. "I understand. I had recently made an announcement that my Kingdom required a King... I suppose it is more befitting that it be the man I have been betrothed to for most of my life. She looked over his face once more, having finished the glass of wine. Narrowing her eyes, she studied his face. It was familiar to her but she couldn't put her finger on how, or where she had seen him before. "I think I have met you before..." She frowned. "I would remember meeting you though, I think." She turned her head away, looking up at the leafs above them on the arms of the tree. "I should show you to a room, and to the bath house. I am sure you would like to relax after your long journey." She'd say quietly, turning her hea to him once more. "You can bring the food, if you want." She offered him an uneasy smile.


Pandemonius  As he listened to her talk about how she placed an announcement out about her searching for a king he smirked and continued to feed on his food He would brush aside a red hair that strayed in front of his face as he listened to her. His eyes lit up a little at her when she mentioned him looking familiar. He chuckled a bit “Possibly…to be honest I can’t help say that you are also very familiar to me. And I tend to have a somewhat decent memory.” He then placed his utensils down and took another drink from the glass of ale and set that down as well. He looked at her as he folded his hands in front of himself his eyes continuing to have a very light glow to them. He then took his thumb and forefinger and wiped the edges of his mouth and pushed them against the plate removing any food debris that had gotten caught on his skin. “There is no rush I am sure. But I wouldn’t mind being shown more of your home. If I am to end up staying here I should know more about it, and I would like to get to know you more as well.” He replied with earnest honesty never really taking his eyes off her as he studied her like an artist studies a subject before painting it.


XaeiDeLaRose: Relia smiled slightly, leaning back into the chair having since relaxed a bit, hands in her lap. "I suppose we will figure it out as time goes on." She sat up straight once more when he asked to see her home. "I think I can do that." Standing, she stepped out from behind the table, waiting for him to do the same. "There are a lot of rooms, most of which are for staff, whenever I get staff again. There are rooms here for your higher ranking officers as well, as I have none. The rest are free to pick homes in the nearby village." She walked forward slightly, waiting for him to join her by her side. "We have a bath house, a library, a private study... But that is all the way up in the tower and I do not fancy climbing up there today. The lounge is over there..." She gestured to the side, to a large room just off from the main hall. "The kitchen is over there." She gestured behind them to the room at the back of the hall. "And the throne room is over there." Relia said, gesturing to the other side from the kitchen.


Pandemonius  He had gotten finished by the time she had gotten up and began walking off. He took a quick drink to finish off the ale and followed her, wiping his mouth with his thumb again. He simply nodded with each place she mentioned taking note of the architecture. but he stayed silent till she mentioned the officer quarters “hmmmm” he thought to himself about who the highest rankings were that he brought with him. He followed her, and he watched as she moved from room to room and made mention of the library and study his ears perking a little bit. She then mentioned the lounge and the throne room, and he nodded. “an impressive building. It is to bad there’s no one to fill its halls. But I am sure that it will come back in time.”


XaeiDeLaRose: Relia raised her hand and gently scratched her cheek with her index finger in thought. "I do hope so, this place has been... Lonely. Well, I have had Caspian here with me, but I am sure that will not be the case for long, he has people to go back to." She turned to face him and smiled, clasping her hands behind her back. "And you are here now too." She continued. After having walked for a while, she stopped at a door, along the hallway of many rooms. "This is the Royal Quarters, for honored guests and family." Relia smiled again as she gestured to the door, for him to open it. "This will be your room, it is next to mine. It would probably have belonged to my siblings, if I ever had any but it should suit you well enough." She waited for him to open the door and would walk in after him. There was a large bed up against the window, with a wardrobe, a vanity, a chest of draws, a small couch with a table, and a wash basin in the corner. "The royal bath house is down the hall, which you can use whenever you want. Just, um... Maybe knock first." The Princess laughed awkwardly, blushing slightly.


Pandemonius  Runya stepped in to the room she had said was his and began looking around running his fingers across the edge of the bed. He opened the vanity and wardrobe and closed them again. He then stepped over to the wash basin and touched the stone before stepping over and sitting in the small couch. His eyes darted about the room and he leaned back a bit with a deep sigh before turning his eye to the princess. “It’s lovely Relia and i do think i will go for a bath to completely get the scent of travel off my person. Perhaps you could have Caspian tell my boys to bring your gift in as well.” he then thinks about it and chuckles. “I owe him a bit as well so I am sure he will find some of it worth having.” The King stared at her for a minute taking in her form before closing his eyes and getting to his feet and walking towards her. “It has been a wonderful time in making your acquaintance Princess. Perhaps tomorrow will be a better day for now I think I'll partake in that bathhouse now.”  

XaeiDeLaRose: Relia smiled while watching him study the room, and get comfy on the couch, at least for a short while. As he stood and walked toward her she tensed, and noticeably so, watching him carefully. "I will let Caspian know. I do look forward to tomorrow, and the rest. There are towels in the bathhouse that you can use, when you are done with them, leave then the basket that is in your wardrobe, please. I... Will have a maid take care of them in the morning." A maid she didn't have, but he wasn't to know that. Smiling again, Relia bowed her head to him. "Goodnight, King Runya. If you need anything, just knock on my door. I suspect I will still be awake." She'd wait for him to say his farewell before leaving the room, and after shutting the door behind her, the Princess gave a sigh of relief. 'I hope this goes well...' She said to herself, and walked down the hallway to the main hall, where Caspian was waiting eagerly for word on how her meeting with the King went. "King Runya has asked me to let you know, that you payment is waiting for you outside, among the wagons. He said he owed you." The Frost Dwarf nodded. "Aye, he did. It has been a pleasure serving you, my Princess. Know that you have a loyal company of Dwarves, waiting for your command, should you ever need is." Laughing softly, Relia bowed her head to the man. "Thank you, could you also please give word to the King's men to bring the contents of the wagons inside, and guard it. I am not sure what he has brought with him, however I feel it might be worth protecting." Caspian nodded. "Aye, Princess Relia. I will do. Farewell, for now." He bowed to her and departed, collecting what he was promised after having told the King's guard of their orders, which were carried out swiftly. In the meantime, Relia had gone to her Quarters, on her way walking back she heard the sound of running water from the bathhouse, where the King likely was. Standing for a moment, her cheeks turning a bright pink. Relia hurried down the hall to her chambers, shut and locked the door behind her, to prepare for bed.


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15 Re: Story Line - The Rise of Galandor on Tue May 29 2018, 16:37

_______________________________Day Two_______________________________


XaeiDeLaRose: Relia blinked through the sunlight as it shines through the curtains of her chambers, it was morning already and the Princess didn't feel like she'd slept at all. It must be dawn, she could tell from the bright orange colour shining into her room. Relia yawned, running her hands against her eyes and she'd sit up, her nightdress clinging to her skin from having moved so much, in what sleep she might have got. She paced around the room for a while, her thought on the man in the next room. Relia would have to face him sooner or later, but not right now. Now, she would have a bath and a long one. Putting on a robe, she'd quietly leave her chambers, making sure that he wouldn't hear her door shut behind her, and she tiptoed through the halls making her way to the private bath house. The room was warm from the hot water, she'd undress putting her robe and her nightgown down on a stool next to the door. Relia stepped into the water, one step at a time, the heat made her feel uneasy but it soon became cold enough for her to tolerate it. There was a jug of aged mead and a goblet on the low ledge, which she'd pour out some for herself and drink it quietly, while enjoying her long soak. Breakfast would come next, if she had the appetite.


Pandemonius: Sleep didn’t come easy at first for Runya. His mind wandered over the many details of the last few weeks but more specifically his thoughts wandered to the princess. He closed his orange hued eyes and reimagined the appearance of the woman in the next room. He slim figure and white hair. The color of her eyes and her scent from what he could gather in the time spent nearest to her. His eyes snapped open and he shook his head before rolling over pulling the bed covers over his head. He closed his eyes and dozed off. His sleep was however not so generous as his thoughts seemed to wish to torment him once more with the past as he saw himself once again looking in to the eyes of the former king of Avalon. The man he slew to protect the rest of the kingdom and end the madness. Runya eventually woke with the light of the morning. His eyes blearily opened as he looked out the window. He groaned lightly and turned over and slowly pushed the covers off. Pushing himself up into a seating position he looked around the room. His eyes stared around and he was taken aback a little at the thought that not even a month ago he was back in Avalon and the last two weeks he had either been sleeping in a cot in a makeshift camp or at some roadside inn along the way. He slipped on clothes and stepped out of his room and began to wander about the castle. He wondered if the princess was already awake but he decided he wouldn’t go trying to find out and intrude upon her room, opting for a mere stroll through the corridors.


XaeiDelarose: Goblet after goblet, Relia drank her troubles away and even to a point where she was starting to get quite tipsy. The princess started to giggle into her cup, while munching on some grapes that had dried out a bit from the humid air, not overly delicious but it saved her from getting up, to go to the kitchen to get food. "I really must hire some maids..." She said to herself, pouring out another glass for herself with a shaky hand. "Do I really have to marry him? Who is he anyway? I feel like I have met him before, but... Ugh, why does my father never tell me anything!" She screamed, throwing the empty jug across the room, it hit the door and the clay smashed into pieces. Relia flinched at the loud sound it made. "Damnit..." Finishing off the last of the mead, she threw her empty goblet over onto the couch, which rolled off and landed with a loud clank on the stone floor, again the sound hurt her eyes and she flinched, pressing her palms to her eats while rocking a little. "Shhhhh! You are so loud!" After she'd calmed a little Relia leant back against the ledge, and she closed her eyes. She started to cry as she began to sober a little, her cold temperature meant she wouldn't hold onto the toxins for too long, but just for a little while... "Why didn't you tell me, father..." She muttered to herself.


Runya was just passing the door to the bathhouse when he heard a loud clattering something collided with the other side of the door and he was about to go in when he heard the Princess’s voice. He leaned against the door listening. He felt a little bad to be eavesdropping in on her woes. But he couldn't help but relate. “If it's any help princess...I wasn’t told a thing either…” He said to himself he doubt the princess would have heard him from behind the door and he sighed as he stepped over to a window and started looking out it when he heard another loud crash coming from within He didn’t hear her shouting this time and he battled within himself a mild morality check. Not sure if she had perhaps fallen and hurt herself he took a chance and pushed in the door open “Are you alrigh…t” He started to say before he turned around realizing the princess was bare of clothing he cursed himself mentally and began apologizing “I did...I didn’t mean anything...I mean I just heard...You know..imma just go..sorry…” he couldn’t turn around as his face was a red He may have been king but it was his first time seeing a woman actually naked in front of him. He closed the door behind him and sat there against the door staring at the other side of the hall. “Idiot….”


XaeiDeLaRose: She had put her arm over her eyes, but was startled when she heard the door to the bathhouse enter, to see him, Runya standing in the doorway. She blinked, was she hallucinating? No... Her hands quickly moved to cover her breasts from his view, but she didn't say anything, not that she could really get a word in between his panicking. This was a comical moment, wasn't it? Maybe it was the alcohol talking but part of her wanted to laugh. What did it matter now anyway? She was betrothed to the man, what is the worst that could happen? She had found herself thinking that a lot, since she had parted ways with him the night before. She stood up out of the bath, grabbing a towel as she did and held it loosely over the front of her body. Walking to the door, she grabbed its handle and pulled it open, he was still standing there. "Maybe, but maybe I am an idiot too." She said, having just heard the end of what he was saying. Relia's free hand reached and grabbed for his collar, pulling him back into the bathhouse if he'd let her, dragging him to her she pressed her lips to his, he'd taste the mead upon them, while her cheeks were a bright pink.


The king stumbled backwards a but as the door opened up. He didn’t really have much time to react as he was pulled by the collar. He felt her cool lips press against his and suddenly had the taste of mead in his mouth. His face flushed and the temperature around him rose slightly. But he didn’t let go or push away. Instead whatever familiarity he felt towards the woman took over and He wrapped an arm around her pulling her close to his body feeling the coldness of her skin in comparison to the warmth of his own body. He returned the kiss, tasting her and inhaling her scent. The thought that the only thing separating himself and her from skin to skin was a towel and a simple shirt and pants.



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XaeiDeLaRose: As he'd let her pull him in, she felt his arm wrap around her, he feet lifting slightly off the floor as he pulled her closer against his body. He was so warm, if she were made of ice she would surely have melted, but this was a different sort as she relaxed against his embrace. While he returned her kiss, her hand lets go of the towel and she wraps her arms up around his shoulders, reaching up on her tiptoes as she lifted her body up against his slightly, pressing her lips more so against his as she deepens their kiss. The area around them became very steamy, as the air mixed with their different body temperatures, the water of the bath between bubbling and calm. Relia unwrapped her arms from around his shoulders, letting feet land flat on the floor once more, her hands quickly making work of his clothes while she stepped back into the bath, tugging him along gently with her.


Runya didn’t resist as she pulled him towards the bath he helped her remove his close  his lips not leaving hers as he simply pulled the shirt off more like a vest than a pullover. His trousers needed only pull a line and they fell around his feet as he stepped out of them their bodies in the bath now naked the mixture of their temperatures causing the water to bubble. He wrapped his hands around her shoulders deepening their kiss as he pressed her against the wall of the bath. Pressing his body close to hers feeling her skin against his own. He kissed down the side of her neck tasting the coolness of her skin He didn't understand it the feeling of her body felt cold compared to him but he didnt let it bother him.


XaeiDeLaRose: It wasn't long before they were in the bath together, him stripped of his clothing and their bodies submerged in water. Her arms wrapped up around his shoulders again, her own skin pressed against his and it made her tingle. Relia's hand reached and laced through his red hair, gripping it gently as he kissed down along her neck. Her head leaned back and she moaned softly, the warm sensation of his lips sent tingles down her spine. She couldn't wait any longer, didn't want to wait her body begged for more, her nails clawing gently at his shoulders.


 He couldn’t help feeling aroused at her hand running through his hair. He pressed his arousal up against her and he didn’t take long to start grinding his body against her. Wrapping his arms around her hips he pulled her up pulling her legs around his waist. Pressing her against the wall of the bath. He inhaled deeply as he kissed her collar bone. Using the wall to hold her up his hands travel up her thighs and waist as his hips slowly moved and grind against her. A light growl filled his mouth as he felt her nails clawing in to his shoulders.


XaeiDeLaRose: She bites down on her bottom lip, feeling his hard length pressed against her abdomen. She clung to him tightly as he'd pick her up off the bath floor, her legs wrapping around his waist, her back pressed against the warm stone of the walls. Her head tilted to the side and she moaned softly again as he kissed her collarbone. Reini's body felt heavy against the wall, as he let go of her hips and moved his hands up over her thighs to her waist, "Please, I want it." She whispered in his ear through her heavy breathing. Her hands pressed against his chest and she allowed her body to slide down his, before turning herself away him, hands gripping the edge of the bath tightly, while her long white hair flowed down her back. She bent over slightly, legs parted beneath the water.


 Runya felt her push away from him and turn away he looked at her body saw her gripping the ledge of the bath and bend over slightly. He took a deep breath taking in her sight and grabbed her hips. He leaned in against her running a hand through her white hair as he pushed it aside and kissed between her shouldersas he slide himself between her legs pressing the tip of his length up inside her. Slowly he pressed himself deep inside her as he continued to kiss her back. His hands ran up her sides caressing her skin as his warmth spread across her cool body.
XaeiDeLaRose: She closed her eyes feeling his hands on her hips, and her hair brush against her back as he pushed it over her shoulder. Her head leaned forward and she took a sharp breath feeling his lips kiss between her shoulders, his tender touch driving her mad with want. Her back arched feeling the tip of his length press against her, and she cried out feeling herself wrap around him. She laid herself down against the edge of the back, his continued kisses of her back was still sending shivers down her spine. Relia's body moved into his touch, while she murmured softly. "Pl-Please..."


He slowly began pumping his hips pressing himself against her. He bit her shoulder tenderly and yet in a bestial manner as he slowly picked up his pace. He wrapped his arms around the princess and pulled her close to his body. His length slamming in and out of her tight folds. The water splashing about them warm from their lovemaking as their individual temperatures mixed and made the water warm enough for him yet cool enough for her as their hips smacked together.


XaeiDeLaRose: She gasps softly as he bites her shoulder, she cried out louder as he began moving his hips into hers. As she felt his arms wrap around her, she pressed her back against his chest, her arm reached and hooked around his shoulder, head laying back on the other. Her body bounced between his and the wall, she felt and heard the water splashing about them both, and it excited her more. "I-I can't... Believe... I'm doing... This..." She whispered between her moans, but for not a moment did she regret it, she was his. She laced her fingers through his hair, turning his head toward hers gently and she pressed her lips to his again, kissing him deeply. Her hand gripping the ledge pushed her body back harder into his.


He couldn’t believe it either he just got here and yet the princess and himself were doing something that by tradition was done after the marriage. He felt her plant her lips against his own their tongues locked curling around each other. He raised his hand and grabbed her hair returning the kiss just as deeply his hips slapping against hers He groaned feeling her smooth skin on his. His other hand reached up and wrapping his fingers around her neck gently as he took in her taste and her touch he felt like his body was wanting to overwhelm her in senses as he grind himself against her thrusting faster as his hips allowed.


XaeiDeLaRose: She melted against him, feeling his fingers through her hair, she moaned into his mouth while her tongue plays with his. Her back arched and she her body reached on her tiptoes, as she felt his fingers wrap around her neck. She inhaled him, taking in everything, the pleasure she felt, the overwhelming burden that was on her shoulders swept away, melting away with the joining of their bodies. When he pulled his hips back, she turned around to face him once more, her arms reached and wrapped around his shoulders, she pulled her body up onto his, sitting herself on his length once more. Relia wrapped her legs around his waist and looked down upon him, with a smile she brushed her lips against his, her pale blue eyes staring deeply into his fiery gaze.


When he pulled back and felt her pull away a part of him agonized before realizing she had turned herself to face him again feeling her wrap her legs around his hips he reached out and grabbed the ledge of the bath his other hand reaching down and grabbing hold of her rear as he plunged himself deeply within her feeling her tightness around his shaft he looked in to her blue eyes and couldn’t help but wonder what this feeling he suddenly was having for this woman. She was to be his wife his queen and the bringer of future heirs to both their kingdoms. He Pressed against her thrusting his hips and pushing his chest against hers as he passionately placed a kiss to her lips deeper than the other kisses they shared this whole moment. He did not know if it was from simply enduring the last two weeks but he felt his whole body give into her as he thrust and grind himself inside her. All his past frustrations buried he used to thrust himself deeply against her and slowly he started to realize why he remembered her name and it made him want her all the more.


XaeiDeLaRose: She used her arms wrapped around his shoulders to bounce her body on his, moaning out against his lips while she was lost on his gaze. She smiled against his lips, the lips of her husband and her King, crying out into his mouth as he kissed her again, with the same if not more passion that was shared between them in this moment. Her body started to ache, as a feeling of pleasure builds up through her body, she moans louder as she tightens around him, her walls squeezing his shaft tighter. His face... A distant memory. She smiled wide, clinging to him tighter as he'd take her deeper and faster, her body bouncing between him and the wall. "I remember you..." She whispered against his lips.


The king didn’t stop his furious thrusting as he heard her words. He kissed her deeply and looked in her eyes. “As do I my princess...so long ago. Like a dream” He said back to her He couldn’t hold back in making her his own as he kept his hands on her and their hips connecting with each thrust. Feeling her tight walls around his length grinding with each motion. He could barely hold out much longer but he knew not if he should take her now before their marriage or consummate their reunion and run the formalities of it at a later date. He breathed heavily inhaled her deeply and kissed her passionately his body moving more of its own accord now than he gave it credit for as though everything his body did was on instinct.


XaeiDeLaRose: She laughed softly against his lips, his words warmed her heart and she couldn't stop smiling. The princess felt it, the throbbing of his lengths against her walls, but she didn't want him to stop, though understood what it might mean if he didn't. Her trail of rational thought was cut off, as he kissed her passionately again, her hand grips his hair tightly, tugging back on it softly as she became lost in the moment all over again. She just wanted to be his - Her legs wrapped tighter around his waist, her legs starting to shake as her louder moans fill the room.


Even if he wanted to pull out of her he couldn’t as he felt her legs tighten their grip around him. He started picking up his pace trying to ride out the feeling of his own climax and prevent it but all that vanished as he heard her moans of pleasure the sound of it melting his thoughts as he wanted to make her completely his own. He did not think about traditions or rules at that point that little spark of a fire in him igniting from the desire and realization he would be loving this woman for as long as he lived. His body pushed against hers, his length grinding inside her tight walls.


XaeiDeLaRose: "We... Must... Stop..." She whispered against his lips, even though her body betrayed her desires, but there wasn't anyone here to question it, the Princess or the King. As his body pressed against hers, her nails dig gently into his shoulders again, her eyes shut tightly as she buried her face against his neck, lips pressed tightly together as she tried to muffle her louder sound. It was too much, the feeling fell upon her quickly, as she finds her climax she screams, pressing her lips against his neck to muffle herself, her thighs twitching against his waist, while her body trembles in his grasp.


He heard her whispering but it was to late the moment her body tightened and twitched. He felt her legs wrapped tightly around him as she buried her kiss in to his neck, digging her nails in to his shoulder making him thrust hard. He thrust his own hips forward and suddenly felt his own release escape his body and enter her flooding her walls with his seed, He twitched inside her as he pumped his hips against her emptying out. He looked at her stunned a little that he went all the way with the princess and they had yet to be married yet. He looked down at the water as if looking at himself and her and then looked to her again. “I...I am sorry princess I couldn’t control myself.”


Her body tenses and she takes a deep breath, feeling a warmth fill her, the twitching of his length told her what had happened. She went still for a moment, moaning into his ear as he continued to thrust his hips, when he became still also she raised her head. Relia was, for the most part lost for words, she didn't know what to say, unsure if she should hide her true feelings and scream at him like she probably should. After a moment of silence, she smiled to him, pressing her lips gently to his in a long, tender kiss then would rest her forehead against his. "I don't care. I just..." She laid her head down on his shoulder, her lack of sleep from the night before and their moment of excitement made her drowsy, and maybe the mead did that a bit too. She clung to him, keeping her body pressed to his.



Runya looked down at the woman and tenderly placed his hands around her seeing her exhaustion. He picked her up and carried her out of the bath setting her down on a sofa. He then went and grabbed his clothes and pulled on his pants. He then looked for her clothes through them over his shoulder and grabbed a towel. He draped it over her and picked her up again. He decided to take her back to her room so she could rest. As he exited the bathhouse he had to look around to make sure he wasn’t seen even if the only other people were his own men. With a quick step out the doors he carried her through the corridors his eyes looking down at her when he heard a voice. “Sir? What happened to the princess and where are her clothes?” Runya jolted a bit and turned to see his second standing behind him munchin on an apple “Ah um funny story...I was uhm...wandering when i heard a crash and when i went to look I found the princess had collapsed in the bath house. So i am carrying her back to her room.” “And you don’t have your shirt on because?” Runya frowned at that question just his dumb luck one of his men were nearby even worst luck he didn’t think to put his shirt back on. “Well… At first i couldn't find a towel so i used my shirt to try and dry her a bit you see..” the man smirked at his king shrugged and walked away in the opposite direction. Runya sighed and looked at the woman in his arms again and hurried off towards her room. Pushing the door open with his foot he slipped inside and stepped over to where her bed laid. Setting her down he continued to look at her for a moment and then deciding whether he should stay or go he sat down and started scratching his forehead and ran his hand down his face. “Well that’s a blunder in a lifetime..”



Relia was half asleep when he carried her out of the bath, the couch was comfy but she missed his touch, and was glad to see him return, even if it was with just clothes. She laughed sleepily as he draped the towel over her, her arm hooked over his shoulder while he carried her again. Relia couldn’t help but laugh quietly, as he tried to sneak them both through the castle, every now and then she whispered a direction in his ear. She was just as startled as he seemed to be, when an unfamiliar voice, to her came from behind them. Relia peaked over his shoulder until they were both faced to the man, a guard of the King’s she could tell. Their interaction was awkward, but she said nothing for fear of making it worse. Relia gave a sigh of relief when his guardsman elected to drop the subject, but she wasn’t sure she could trust him. “You are a good liar.” She tried to reassure Runya, trying not to laugh, still a little giddy from the mead and heat, as well as her own tiredness. Relia smiled while looking at her King, after he had laid her down on the bed, her hand reached and grabbed his gently. “Maybe, but we will be married soon and it will not matter anymore. I am sure you can trust your guard anyhow.” Smiling, Relia turned over onto her side, the towel that was covering her fell off her body as she cuddled into her pillow.



The man looked at his princess and sighed. “I wouldn’t say I am a good liar, I mean after all it was half true.” He felt her reach out for his hand which he gently wrapped his fingers around hers. He ran his thumb across the woman’s knuckles as he heard her words. He nodded agreeing with her thoughts though he wondered how much of that was the mead talking or the after effects of their moment of sensual bonding. “I do hope i can trust him. Some of the men take the laws a bit… To rigidly. Especially..after my father…” He stopped midway through his sentence and sighed again looking back at her feeling her turning on to her side. The towel had fallen and removed all avenues of the imagination bare for him to see. He instantly started thinking how he had just held this woman’s body close to his but seeing it still made him feel a warmth in his face. “I..We should be careful till the wedding at least… At least that’s what my mind thinks.” he looked down at her hand which he still clasped in his own He raised it to his face and gently placed his lips against her palm before setting it down on the bed. “I shouldn’t stay to long, else someone will start talking.”


Relia looked up at him from the corner of her eye, the mention of his father, even from his own lips seemed to make him uncomfortable, but she wouldn’t ask him about that now. Instead, she decided to distract him and sat him, folding her legs under her as she’d lean her chest against his arm, smiling as he kissed her hand. “I do not want to be careful, I want to be yours, but I understand… I think, maybe I have been a bit reckless…” She laid down again though kept his hand in hers, wanting to hold it for at least a while longer until he’d go. The princess sighed loudly, turning her eyes to the ceiling. “I’m sorry, I was out of line.” She looked to him again and gave him a reassuring smile, her thumb rubbing the back of his hand. “I forgot to ask, what are you to be so warm? That’s one of the few things I cannot remember. I recall your mother having the same hair you do. So bright and red.” She muttered quietly, feeling drowsy again as she nuzzled her cheek against the pillow.


Runya looked at his betrothed endearingly and stood up to pull his shirt back on and lean in to her. Seeing how drowsy she was. He heard her question and brushed his lips against her cheek and whispered to her. “I am a fire elf though I suppose I tend to differ from my peoples tastes in style and personality.” He chuckled softly then kissed her again running a hand over her cheek. “Rest my princess. We have a wedding to plan I think.” and with that he rose up and walked to the door of her room. Stealing a glance back at her resting form laying on the bed, he smiled and exited the bed room and stepped over to his own walking in to the chamber and shutting the door behind him. Part of him wanted to be proud of such a sudden and strangely quick reciprocation of their relationship but another part screamed at him for being a fool. He wanted to melt in to the floor and part of him wished he had that ability but instead he opted to crawl to his bed and collapse. He pressed his face against his pillow and groaned at himself till he finally decided to just take a nap and see if sleeping would help wake him from the event that transpired and maybe he could believe for a moment it was just a dream.


Relia couldn’t help but giggle at his response. “Really? What a clever match we will make, I’m the opposite.” She shifted slightly as he brushes his hand over her cheek, smiling as she kissed him. “A wedding… Oh yes… Could you wake me… Up in a few… Hours…” The princess had slowly drifted to sleep. The last thing she saw was him leaving her room, and her chamber door shut behind him. She sighed again, hugging her pillow tightly to her chest, she wanted to argue for him to stay, but he was right. What had just transpired was dangerous for the both of them, especially with a witness, though nothing was seen they need only put the pieces together. “I wonder what I’ll wear…” She said lastly, shutting her eyes she laid in the warmth of the sun shining through her curtains, at least she’d enjoy a nice meal when she woke up, she hoped with his company.

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XaeiDeLaRose: By the time Relia woke up it was late afternoon, it was still warm and the sun was high in the sky, just peaking through the top of her curtains. Her head hurt, quite a lot and her body ached too. She was flustered, from what she assumed must have been a dream, a morning spent with the King in the bathhouse, that wasn't something she would do. Feeling well rested, she climbed out of bed and a towel dropped from her lap. "Where did that come from?" Her body was slightly wet, as was her hair. No... Standing she walked over to her mirror, it was a long one and nearly the matched her height. She had a few bruises on her body, mostly between her thighs and there was a bite mark on her shoulder. When she tried to remember this morning, it made her head hurt more. "I-I don't..." She pressed the palms of her hands against her temples. Relia wasn't naked before going to bed, that thing she was certain of and there wouldn't be any reason as to why she would be asleep so late, unless... "Oh no... I really did it..." She put her hand over her mouth in shock, staring at herself in the mirror. "It's fine... It's going to be fine... We are engaged... We will be married soon, before..." Her free hand reached down over her stomach. "Shit." It took a while for her to compose herself, and Relia eventually decided to accept her fate, no matter what it was. She was dressed and ready to face him, oh she hoped she didn't have to face him. Sneaking out of her chambers, she made her way to the dining hall, where she would prepare herself some breakfast. She felt sick to her stomach but tea always helped with that... Usually…


 Runya slept soundly enough but he awoke not very much later after passing out. He sighed and rolled over letting his legs hang of the bed as he pressed his palms against his eyes half rubbing and half remembering what had transpired that morning in the bathhouse. He groaned and slide of the bed and went to a looking glass staring at his reflection for a few strong moments. “Runya….it is going to be alright. Right?” He sighed took of the shirt he had worn earlier and found another. It was lighter in weight and didnt give him the warmth. He enjoyed from darker colors and thicker coats but he didnt think wearing his road leathers would entice much in the ways of romance with the princess. He slipped out the door and was about to Head to her room and check on her when he stopped and turned around shaking his head “Nope better to let her sleep I think….she had been drinking…” He went towards the place she showed him the other day was the kitchens steadily making his way past a few of his men each giving him the customary salute and went on with their duties. He didn’t notice anything odd from them which made him think his second may not have said anything or atleast didn’t suspect what had occured that morning. He walked into the kitchen noticing the lack of cooks or maids and sighed “She wasn’t kidding when she said no one was left… I’ll have to send a letter home to have some staff sent i suppose.” he said to himself as he went about looking for something to eat and possibly drink.


XaeiDeLaRose: Relia had decided to take a short walk around the castle before getting food, hoping that it might clear her mind, at least for a while until seeing him would likely bring it all back. While her mind was in a world of its own, her feet walked her past the bathhouse, the smell of mead and something else made her snap out of her trance. "What's the worst that can happen..." The Princess said, before opening the door and she stepped inside. Everything looked relatively normal, except for the sudden pain that would sting her feet. The broken piece of pottery, the jug from the mead. Small pieces were lodged in her flesh and she strumbled back, landing on her rear. "Damnit!" She took the time, while plucking out the shards to look around the room, there was water splashed all over the place, the mixed smell of sex and mead. Relia felt sick again and quickly scrambled out of the bathhouse, leaving bloody footprints in her wake as she ran to the throne room. "Runya!" She cried out, catching herself on the lounger in front of a hearth just as her legs gave out. The King's guard that were in the main hall ran over to her. "Are you all right, Princess?" One asked, obviously concerned. "Y-Yes... Where is your King?" Relia asked them, slightly out of breath. "In the Kitchen Your Highness, I can get him for you?" - "No... No..." She'd quickly cut him off before he left to do as he offered. "Keep him in the kitchen for a while, until my feet heal, please..." She begged them and they were unsure of what to do. The guardsmen knew the King would want to know what had happened, but... They had decided to keep her occupied, while one snuck off to the kitchen to alert the King.


Runya had exited the kitchen with a tray of food. For some reason he figured, if he was going to make something he would make something for her as well. He did recall that she mentioned wishing to be woken up so what better way than treating her considering what had happened. He was about half way out towards the corridor leading to their rooms when when of his guards came walking up “Milord the princess. She…” “What? What about the princess?” Runya set the tray down and wiped his hands as the guard. The man didn’t like that one of his men was coming up to him now after what happened and a part of him was about to chastise the guard if he mentioned anything pertaining to the mornings events. “We came across her in the throne room sitting down her foot appears to have been cut milord.” Runya blinked his dark red eyes and started moving before remembering he just had a tray of food for himself and the princess. “Bring that tray with you and don’t spill anything.” He then started walking quickly almost breaking into a run. A million worries danced through his mind but he was mostly concerned. He slammed his shoulder through the throne room door not to break it down but to push through it briskly. His flame colored eyes scanned the room and saw one of his guards and the princess who was sitting and seemed to be caring to her foot. “Relia…” he whispered and made his way over to her.


XaeiDeLaRose: Relia flinched when the guard pulled the last shard out of her foot, hissing in pain. "I'm sorry Princess, all done now. I have bandages in my pack, if you will permit me to wrap your feet with them?" She shook her head, letting her dress fall around her ankles once more. "No, I'll be fine. It will heal soon enough, thank you though." The Princess said with a smile, the small yet deep cuts already healing, now that all the pieces were out. "Where did the other one go?" She asked, refering to the other guard that was here not too long ago, but before the one that remained with her could come up with an excuse, she saw him standing, behind the King, carrying a tray of what appeared to be food. Relia narrowed her eyes at the man, the temperature around her became noticibly colder and the guard that was with her stepped back, putting several paces between himself and the Princess. "I'll remember not to trust that one next time." She said under her breath and stood to her feet, though they were quiet healed it was enough to allow her to stand. Relia was sure she had a speech planned out, somewhere in the back of her head, yelling and screaming might have even been involved, but when she opened her mouth to speak, no words fell from her lips. She stood there for a while, still as a statue as Runya made his advance to her. No, she wasn't ready to face him yet, she suddenly found her footing after snapping back to reality and ran to the library.


Runya was only half way across the floor to her when he noticed the chill in the air making him stop as he saw her look. “Relia...I...” He tried to get the words to come out but in his stammering the princess ran off. He reached out to her and tried to call to her but he couldn’t find the words. As he watched her vanish off he looked down at the ground feeling defeated in a way he felt he was at fault and he knew it may as well be his fault. He walked over to where she had been sitting seeing the blood on the flood and sighed deeply as he sat down on the lounger. “Milord...do you wish for us to go fetch her?” “No…” Runya stared through his fingers and wiped his face “No ill look for her… I think the Princess needs space. After all she is about to marry your king.” The guards nodded and went back to patrolling the halls and performing their own secular duties. “What a mess I have made once more...”


XaeiDeLaRose: In the library, she shut the door behind her, putting her back to it as she worked on catching her breath. Sweat dripped from her brow, quickly turning into small droplets of ice before shattering on the floor, upon contact. "What have I done..." Relia muttered to herself as she stared down at the ground, tears started to fill her eyes and she put her face in her hands as she cried. "I forced him into this, it's my fault it happened so why am I angry? I don't understand." She called out into the air, like it might give her the answer she hoped for. When she was done busy feeling sorry for herself, she tried to recall her memories... The alcohol started it all, but... She did want him, to make her feel better, to feel something, to spite her father maybe. That was how it was at first, but then... Relia raised her hand and pressed her fingertips to her lips, the memory of her kissing him, that wasn't the passion of strangers. "I know him... From somewhere... Why... Why can't I remember!" She threw her hands down to her sides, as she did shards of eyes shot out from around her feet at least three feet in every direction. "I am never drinking again..." She muttered through her heavy breathing. Then it hit her, maybe she could remember him, part of her must have for there to that much passion between them, something in that moment made her know, but now she had to do it sober. No more cowering. Relia opened the library door and ran back down the hall, to the throne room where she had left him. He was sat on the louder and she stood there, a few feet from him. "Kiss me." The Princess said, trying to catch her breath again.


The king sat with his hands on his face propped against his knees. He sat there trying to think of the right combination of words to say to the princess. To apologize for what happened. But no matter how he looked at it she was drunk and he allowed himself to.. “Ugh flamin idiot…” He cursed at himself the room had gotten slightly warmer as his frustration spilled out of him faint red lines crossing over his skin as the heat rose. He let out a sigh however and the fiery lines faded and receded. I'll just tell her I'm sorry… that...that is all i really can do right?” He dropped his head and stared at the floor placing his hands against his face again and propping his head up with his elbows against his knees. He stayed that way for a good long moment before he heard the doors to the throne room open lifting his eyes he looked and saw the Princess coming towards him but he didnt feel her chill the demeanor of her look wasnt of rage either. “Relia...I..how can..” He was starting but before he could finish when she was only a few feet from him he heard words that made him stop. “Kiss you?” He asked but he nonetheless got to his feet and stepped over to her leaning in and placing his lips against hers wrapping his arms around her shoulders as he took in her scent and this time not tasting the heavy aroma of mead on her chill body. Who was he to deny his princess of such a thing after all she was going to be his queen and after remembering her he wasn’t going to simply give up now.


XaeiDeLaRose: "Yes. Kiss me. I need to remember you." She said as he got up and walked over to her, she felt more nervous with each step he too, until his body was against hers and his arms were around her, and it all went away. Every ounce of doubt, every bad thought, every evil memory that plagued her mind, gone the instant his lips touched hers. Relia closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his waist, holding her body tightly to his while they were looked on by the King's guards. A few clapped, others cheered and a few whistled. The Princess smiled against her King's lips, hearing the small parade around them while they kissed. After a long moment, her head leaned back from his as she'd break their kiss, Relia stared up into his eyes still with a smile on her face, then she'd rest her forehead against his chest and close her eyes once more. "I'm sorry for the way I acted. I understand now, I don't know why I had forgotten, maybe because I was so young, but I remember. It wasn't long enough, or time spent together all those years ago, but it was enough to seal our fate, even without our parents hands in it." Relia looked up at him once more. "I remember you, and... I don't regret, not for a second, what happened this morning..." She said, trying her hardest to reassure him that she meant every word.


 The male looked down at the woman as she spoke having felt her pull from their kiss. He glared over at the spies of guardsmen but smirked and looked back at his princess. “Aye...it was a long time ago i had forgotten your name but i could not help but feel a connection to it. It wasn’t till this morning that i understood why. The feelings i had when i first laid eyes on you those many moons ago.” Runya pressed his forehead against hers and sighed deeply. “I do not regret it either but i do feel sorry for placing you through such an emotional ordeal.” He continued to hold her in his arms before kissing her again lifting her up and holding her a playful chuckle escaping his lips. “We must plan though now. Things were done out of order so we must fix them for the sake of each other and the people.”


XaeiDeLaRose: Relia listened to his words and she knew she felt the same way, she might not remember every detail but her feelings no longer betrayed her. Her smile never left her face and she sighed also, she raised her arms and cupped his cheeks gently in her palms. "Shhh, no more of that. You did nothing wrong, there is nothing to be sorry for." She said softly, her thumbs caressed his cheeks as he kissed her. She laughed against his lips as he picked her up, her legs kicking in the air and she'd wrap her arms around his shoulders. "Quite an easy fix I have, something small and simple, where your trusted guards will witness. No one else. I might not have people to rule over yet, but we will and soon. Many will come to see their King and Queen, but for now I want you to myself, or at least mostly." Relia said, with a small smirk as she peaked over his shoulders to a few other guards that were stood a ways off behind him. "We can get married in the garden, sooner the better." She rests her forehead against his, looking down at him into his eyes


The cool touch of her hands on his cheeks made the Fire Elf’s spine tingle but it wasn’t a bad feeling his distaste for the cold was melted by his feelings for the woman. He looked up into the woman’s pale blue eyes listening to her words and smiled “I agree the sooner the better. The simpler it is the easier as well. The longer we wait the chance of something else may...occur beyond our control.” He said with a smirk. The feeling of her in his arms was a strange thing for only a short time ago he was king of his own kingdom and never had he any inclination or thought to marry but the finding of that contract and the small memory of this girl. It was enough to know he was bound to her. Their strange opposing elements would indeed complicate some aspects. But that thought didn’t concern him as much about his other secret. The one he hid from others through sheer will power alone. A secret he would eventually have to reveal to his betrothed. “When shall we hold it?” was the only other question on his mind to put forward as he nestled his face in against the side of her neck.


Relia blinked and tilted her head slightly, wondering what he might have meant by 'occur beyond our control', but she assumed he was talking about a possible outcome of this morning. An outcome that would secure their reign more so, but that wasn't her first thought, the idea of having a family with him made her feel a warmth if her cold core. Her cool touch strokes the back of his neck softly. "Shall we sit and talk about it over lunch? I'm feeling quite hungry." She muttered, and on queue her tummy rumbles. She blushed. There was a guard still nearby, one that was awkwardly holding a tray of food, that the King was previously bringing to her, maybe as a peace offering. Relia wriggled free from his grasp and took his hand into her own, leading him gently through the castle to the dining room, after politely instructing the guard to follow them. "Thank you." The princess said to the King's guardsman with a kind smile, taking the tray from him gently, he bowed his head to the King and Princess, before leaving them. Setting the tray down on a common table, she'd sit at the bench, waiting for Runya to join her. The throne, even in the dining room, still didn't sit well with Relia.


Runya followed the princess, after all he had really nothing else to do and he wanted to spend time with her after everything that happened and though he aimed at first to placate her in apology he did not think that it would go this route. He watched his guards leave and he followed her through the castle to the dining room where she sat down at one of the benches. Walking over to her he kept eyeing her. In his mind he could only think back to what had all been transpiring that morning to now, it all felt unreal to him. He sat down next to her and placed his finger tips together as if thinking bouncing the tips against each other most of what was on the tray was breads some fruits and some salted meats he was able to find. He really wasn't much for in the ways of cooking but he put  together at least something edible. He didn't know what the really grab to drink and after the drunkenness the princess had been under he doubted she would be for drinking again so he grabbed milk and fruits he knew had a lot of juice in them. “I was thinking...of sending a letter home with one of my men to have some staff brought over. Perhaps...I can have a priest sent as well? It will take roughly a week but at least your castle will begin having some semblance of activity again. What do you think?” He asked Relia with a half turned gaze. He picked up a piece of bread and tooka bit of it with a slice of salted meat. As he chewed he looked at it and his lips moved to the side as he wondered if this was to plain for the princess.


Relia smiled while sitting on the bench, hands in her lap. "You could, it certainly sounds like a good idea. It would also give us time to plan out the finer details. Maybe, on their travels your guards could send word of the empty villages and farms, it will bring in people." She said, reaching for one of the cups of milk, which she'd sip from quietly. Just as she was about to reach for a grape, a guard appeared. "Princess Relia, there is a man at your door claiming to be a messenger from the Empress, Anaya." It took a moment for her to remember, but Relia soon smiled to the guard. "Please allow him in." Some time had passed, Relia ate a few grapes while waiting, her body leaning against Runya's while they both ate. "Your Highness, and..." The guard from Iron said, before looking to the man to be introduced. "Hello again, this is King Runya of Avalon, my betrothed. Runya, this is one of Anaya's guards, he spent some time here on her orders. I must thank you for passing on my message to the Empress, it feels very different having the seasons back to normal, but I will get used to it soon." The guard bowed. "King Runya, it is a pleasure. - Your Highness, I was asked to return to present you with this, a gift from Empress Anaya." He was about to walk forward, hand in his pouch before one if the King's Guardsman stopped him. "It is fine, the Iron Dynasty and it's people are trusted here." - "Thank you, Your Highness." The guard stepped back and it allowed the guest to present the gift, a rock. "Her Majesty said, that if you need to contact her, you need only speak into it and she will here you, and you in return." Relia took the small rock from him, it was simple and gave no indication that it might be different from any other, but was intrigued to test it out some time soon, hopefully to share her news with her friend. "Thank you, so very much. Please, use a guest room to rest for as long as possible before you return to your Empress." The man chuckled. "Yes, Your Highness, I will. It has been a long journey." Relia understood that all too well, making it herself once upon a time. They were alone again, the guard and guest gone. There was a silence, while the Princess ate some food and drank her hangover away. With a smile, Relia hooked her arm through Runya's.


Runya was about to respond to the princess’s thoughts when the interruption came. He paid attention as he sliced an orange and peeled the slices and meticulously cleaned them. He would pop a slice in his mouth as he was introduced to the guardsmen from the Iron Dynasty. He swallowed the slice and nodded his head in respectful response. The king listened about something regarding the seasons and the gift of a stone. His orange eyes caught the stone noticing it wasn't any different from another rock. After the guard had left and he felt Relia run her arm in his he smiled to her. “I only heard of the Empress of the Iron Dynasty, but I do not believe I have met her. You made mention of something regarding the season?” He looked at her quizzically. He ran his hand against hers and rubbed his thumb over her knuckles gently. In his mind he was forming the words for the letter he was going to be sending home to his mother. The thoughts were then replaced by that of the morning event as he looked down at her. His face burned a little from a blush.  


XaeiDeLaRose: Relia pulled off a small piece of the meat from a larger, having since sent the stone down on the table. "You will probably meet her at some point, she's... Sort of like a mother to me. I spent some time in Iron some months ago, she was very nice." The Princess said quite matter-of-factly and ate through the meat in her hand, in small bites. "You got here just in time. Shortly before you arrived, this place was in a state of constant winter, perfectly fine for someone like me... It was a curse, my parents put up with it but I wouldn't, so I asked Anaya to lift it, which she did shortly before your coming here. It came with a price, though..." She trailed off and finished off the meat, Relia licked and sucked the taste off her fingertips. She looked up at Runya and giggles softly, seeing his pink cheeks and wondered what he might be thinking. "Something on your mind?" Relia asked, his arm pressing gently between her cleavage, intentionally of course. "I cannot stop thinking about it either..." She whispered in his ear, biting her bottom lip.


Runya listened to the princess about the winter curse and he simply nodded. When she noticed him blushing however his ears perked up when she whispered into his ear feeling her chest pressing against his arm. He turned his eye towards her seeing clearly down her dress before looking up at the ceiling his body temperature slowly rising. He took another bite from the orange he had sliced already then biting a bit from the dried meat and bread trying to control his thoughts, and his temperature. He bit into some bread and started coughing as he grabbed the milk and drank it down. “Yeah it...has been on my mind all afternoon. To be honest. I did not expect it to feel that way...” He looked down at the table and leaned back against her turning his head towards her again. “I just...wonder. If we will get in trouble by some...strange divine twist.”


XaeiDeLaRose: Relia giggled softly at his reaction, feeling body become warmer against her own, typically it would make her uncomfortable, but he... he made her tingle and give her butterflies in her stomach. With how firm and passionate he was with her in the bathroom, how could anyone get that out of their mind... she wanted more of him. "Why would we? Would it not have happened already?" She reached a cold hand up to his cheek and caressed it softly, traced her index down along his jawline and then her thumb over his bottom lip. "I'm done doing what is expected of me. I'm yours in all my entirety. Nothing Devine will change that. No evil twist of fate will change that. Never." She smiled to him and kissed him softly.


Listening to her words He saw some reason and logic to it. He had his doubts but the moment her hand touched his face and the feel of her cool lips pressed against his all those inhibitions faded from his mind. “Nisharu bless us.” he muttered and he reached up and pressed his hand against her neck returning her kiss more passionately his temperature rising from the very act of her presence against him. He hooked his arm around her shoulders and ran the hand he had placed against her neck down her torso feeling her curved form before loping it under her legs and pulling her up into his lap pushing himself to his feet and began carrying the princess out of the dining hall kicking with his feet against the doors as he made his way to her chambers kissing her the entire way.


XaeiDeLaRose: Relia smiled against his lips, hearing his words, asking for a blessing, even if she believed they didn't need it, if it helped settle his mind she would do anything. Her body leaned into his more so, kissing him back passionately with a soft moan against his lips, her body reacting to his touch in a way of leaning into him, as she'd feel his hand move over her body. She suddenly felt herself be lifted off the bench, unsure if it was the light headed feeling he gave her, until she heard his footsteps against the wooden floor. If there was anyone around to watch them, no one interrupted. She felt excitement rush through her as he stormed through the castle, kicking down doors along the way, until she smelt the familiar scent of perfume, hers. They were in her chambers. Her hand reached and kissed him more deeply.



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The king stepped over to the princess’s bed after shutting the door behind them with a push of his foot. Placing her down gently on the bed he climbed in over her his hands on either side of her as he kissed her. His lips pressing firmly against hers before sitting up and pulling off his shirt baring his chest to her. He then placed a hand on her waist and returned to kissing her this time pressing himself closer to her as he took in her scent and the feeling of her body’s coolness the contrasting between his own temperature and hers noticeable. But he didnt feel fear, only arousal as he continued to kiss her and touch her running a hand against her hips and pushing her dress up.


XaeiDeLaRose: She laid back against the bed, her dress started to lift as she wiggled back over the bed. Relia quickly helps him off with his shirt and presses her hands against his chest, as he'd lay into her again, moaning softly against his lips she kisses him again. The princess took a deep breath, his warm body pressing against her cool, smiling against his lips as she reaches and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, fingertips gently stroking down over his spine to his front, pulling open his pants while he pulled up her dress.


His spine tingled as she ran her hand down his back. He felt her hands undoing his pants as his hand moved further up her hip and under her dress his warm fingers pressing against her cool flesh. He kissed her deeply running his tongue across hers as their lips parted only for the sake of air, and with each breath he took he inhaled her cool scent. As his pants came undone her would press himself closer to her pressing his hips against her own.


XaeiDeLaRose: Relia inhaled sharply feeling his warm touch move over her skin, her body wriggling under his as she leans into him. Once his pants were undone she reached her arm up, lacing her fingers through his hair as she breathed him in, her tongue curling around his. The heel of her feet press into the bed as she presses her inner thighs against his waist, her body silently begging for more while she moans quietly into his mouth. "We make our own fate." She mumbled against his lips between their kiss, her hips pressing up into his.


He reached down with the hand he had on her hip and pushed his pants down his waist line exposing his sex. He then moved his hand up her leg and under her dress hooking a finger around her silken panties and pulled them away from her drawing them down her legs over her knees and off from around her ankles. He then leaned in against her kissing her once more as his hand ran up her hips pushing her dress up and away. He pressed himself against her feeling the coolness of her skin warmed against him.


XaeiDeLaRose: Relia giggled softly as he began to pull down her panties, her body squirming under him until she was able to kick them off her ankle. She kissed him deeply, body moving slightly as he pulled her dress up over her and she lay naked before him, cheeks blushing a bright pink. She breathed him in again as she kissed him, palms resting on his cheeks. As his body lays into hers again she pressed her thighs gently against his waist, moving under him slightly again as she tries pressing her hips into his.


The contrast of their temperatures filled the room the mirror itself fogging over as he kissed her pressing his warmth against her slowly grinding his hips against her. His hand running down to her hips and lifting her leg up around his waist as he pressed himself against her sex. He lowered his face to the side of her neck and began kissing her skin and inhaling her cool scent. He gently bit her as though marking her as his before pressing the tip of his spear inside her slowly.


XaeiDeLaRose: She moaned softly against his lips, her body moving against his as his body grinds against hers, her leg hooks around his waist after he lifts it. Relia whimpered softly against his lips feeling the tip of his length press against her sex, she had to admit this was definitely, totally better than it was being drunk. Her head leaned back into the bed as he kissed along her neck, her hands gripping the bed sheet, pulling on it, she sighed contently, steam rolls off her lips. Her back arched and she cried out softly, feeling everything as he slowly pushed his hips into hers, feeling her walls wrap and squeeze around him tightly. She suddenly jumped and hid herself against his chest when a knock came at the door. "My king, your belongings are being unpacked, where should we put them?" A guard called through the wooden door, unaware of what he was interrupting.


Runya blinked at the sound of the door being knocked on. He heard his guard and pressed his face against a pillow wanting to curse the man on the other side of the wood door. He wanted to ignore it leave the man in silence and go back to kissing his princess and making love to her. He growled softly and turned over looking at the door “Just...Put everything in the next room… I'll sort through myself later. Any further matters….hold till tomorrow morning.” He then turned back to Relia and nuzzled against her neck kissing her flesh and returning where he was before the interruption. Pushing himself inside her and sliding deeper within her welcoming cool folds his heat radiating against her body.


XaeiDeLaRose: Relia tried not to laugh as Runya pressed his face into a pillow, she smiles and laces her fingers through his hair. She was surprised by his calm demeanour when answering the man. "I suppose he thought we were drinking tea in my room?" The princess teased after the footsteps were gone, her back arched once more as he leans his head into her neck, she inhaled sharply as he kissed at her skin, the sensation sending shivers down her spine. She leaned her head back further and cried out softly as he pressed his hips deeper into hers, her own moving into his.


“For the best they think that perhaps.” he whispered to her. Slowly he pressed further grinding his length inside her cool folds warmed by his shaft. He pressed a and to her back as she arched and he felt her chest pressed against him. He pulled back slightly and thrust forward pushing himself deeply as their hips connected. He kissed at her jaw and the corner of her lips as he slowly grind his cock inside her feeling her fully against him.


XaeiDeLaRose: "I should try keep quiet then." She smirked, whispering back to him, that was going to be no easy task, Relia already struggled as he began moving his hips into hers. Her hand gripped the bed sheet tighter, her body pressing up into his. She leaned her head to the side slightly, catching the corner of the pillow in her teeth and she presses her lips together, trying her best to muffle her moans as he hips thrust into hers.


He leaned in to her pushing his hips faster as he filled her with his warmth. He kissed at her neck his orange eyes watching as she struggled to not make too much noise. He picked up his pace as he wrapped his arms around her one hand grabbing her rear the other resting on her shoulder as he pulled their bodies together over and over, filling her with pleasure as he groaned softly against her neck biting gently against her.


XaeiDeLaRose: He certainly made it harder for her to hold back, keep herself quiet and more so as he picks up his pace, her body bouncing between him and the bed. His warm lips was almost leaving light burn marks on her skin, every kiss on her neck marking her as his like small hickies. Her leg wrapped tighter around his waist as he lifts her rear up off the bed, his deeper thrusts made her moan louder against the pillow she was chewing on. She whimpered as he bites at her neck, she wanted to curse at him for making it that much harder, but didn't want him to stop. Her free hand reached around his back and she digs her nails gently into his skin.


He growled against her as he forced his rod deep inside her feeling her cold nails dig into his back. He thrust deep and slid himself in and out of her smacking his hips against her holding her up against him. He bit in to her shoulder muffling his growls as his body heated up more. The feel of her body against him driving him further in to passion as he rocked the bed back and forth with his thrusting. At this point getting caught was no longer on his mind her wanted to dominate her body and make it his. He wanted to lay claim and siege her inner walls with his thrusting, pumping his ram inside her  withmore force with each thrust.


XaeiDeLaRose: She had to bite the bed sheet harder, muffling herself as she starts to scream in pleasure. Relia's body bounces hard into his, she could feel the bed move beneath her and she soon heard it hitting against the wall. Her thighs slap against his waist with his thrusts, the bed sheet moving beneath her body while she moves slightly as his hips thrust into her. She quickly pressed her palms against his chest, letting go of the pillow in her mouth. Whispering loudly she tries to hold back her screams. "I-I'm going.... to be... heard... If you... keep...-" she was about to scream out as his hips would ram into her, she presses her lips firmly together, turning her head she presses her face into the bed.


Runya panted and pressed his lips against hers kissing her. Then looks her deeply in the eye a fire behind the red smoldering irises “At this point…. I don’t care if all of Galandor and Avalon or even the Iron Dynasty hears us. I have a burning passion to fulfill and a need to love you” he said vigorously thrusting every inch inside her, his warmth and her bodies coldness mixing in the air around them making the room steam. He continued to bump his hips against hers as they were locked in tides of heat and cold. He felt desire, longing, and love for the woman in his arms and he wasn’t going to be satisfied till she belonged to him completely.


XaeiDeLaRose: Relia kissed him back deeply, she blushed a deeper red under his gaze and his words sent a shiver down her spine. She didn't know what to say, what could she say to that? Except his desires met her own. Any words that might have been spoken, were met with loud screams of pleasure that filled the room. Her nails dig against his chest, her body bouncing harder between him and the bed, breasts jiggling on her chest. Relia wouldn't be able to take much more of this, already feeling her walls tighten around him, while her juices soak her thighs.


Runya could only answer to his desires and rammed himself in to her folds his rod pushing her walls. He felt like she was freezing him with her hands but it would fade as his body’s warmth rolled through. The king deepened his thrusts drawing the length out before thrusting in. He could feel the whole of the bed rocking and her breasts jiggling against his chest. She could feel her tightening around him as he himself slowly began to twitch inside her.


XaeiDeLaRose: Her screams were surely reaching the halls by this point, as well as the slamming of the bed against the wall, it wouldn't take much for one to figure out what was going on, but neither of them cared. Her betrothed was making love to her, that was all she wanted in this moment. Her thighs start to twitch against his waist, feeling his shaft throbbing deep within her, his length reaching deep within her. Relia didn't care to hold herself back, she wanted to give herself to him again. With a long, loud scream she finds her orgasm, her hand pulls tightly on the bed sheet and her nails dig into his back, while her body spazzes under his.


With each thrust and each twitching spazz coupled by her moans of pleasure and lust. The king could only keep going feeling his soon to be queen’s orgasm run through her body his arms holding on to her tightly as gave over to instinct and let his body fulfill a long overdue need that their morning together only partially filled. He thrust into her twitching walls as his own climax came forward. He rammed forward breaching her walls and with a groan released his own personal army unto her. He placed his lips against her own kissing her deeply as though to seal some victory. Their bodies twisting in temperatures in the very steamy and clouded room. He looked down at her face and stared with continued desire and a mix of love. “No more hesitations…”


XaeiDeLaRose: Her hips and thighs continue to twitch uncontrollably, she cried out again feeling him fill her, to the point that she felt their mixed juices pour between her ass cheeks and soak the bed sheets. She had scraped her nails down against his back the moment he filled her, leaving long scratch marks down his flesh. It was so hot in the room she had started to sweat, while panting heavily she stared up him, smiling she reached her head up and brushed her lips against his. "No more hesitations." She repeated, sealing a promise between them, while she'd try to catch her breath.



Runya returned the kiss and wrapped his arms around her his heat slowly withdrawing as he held her. He closed his eyes then looked over noticing the light outside fading. He looked at her and kissed her again pulling himself from gently and laying next to her. “I do not wish to be apart this night do you?” He said staring at her with warm flame colored eyes. He kissed her shoulder and ran his hand slowly across her body.


XaeiDeLaRose: Relia smiled against his lips and moaned softly as he moved to lay beside her, her whole body was sore and ached, if she bruised she wouldn't be surprised. "Me either." Smiling again as he kissed her shoulder she turned over onto her side and snuggled into his warm chest. Everywhere his hand touched her, her skin tingled and she whimpered softly in his ear. She was already feeling drowsy, Relia didn't need the sun to tell her it was time for bed. "I love you Runya." This princess muttered quietly, before falling asleep soon after, unable to stay awake any longer.

Runya smiled and wrapped his arms around her protectively as she snuggled against him he pressed his face against hair hair inhaling her scent asif committing it to memory. “Goodnight my princess. He whispered softly to her. It had been a strange and yet fulfilling day after all that time spent traveling and the welcome acceptance as they both came to realize where they belonged in each others lives. He silently yawned and nestled himself against her cool skin his warmth thrumming with the beat of his heart as he slowly drifted off to sleep himself.

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