Before we start,
STATING THE RULES:

1) Any kind of tense is alright as long as you make your words most correctly spelt as possible. If I see anything that breaches these laws expect a strict message from me.

2) You know the basics, no god-modding, no killing off other characters. The usual.

3) 100 words per post at the least. If you go over well good for you! ^^

4) All characters are part of the Ciiianthandun Court. They have a connection (mandatory for the story) to the court in some way, relatives or friends just something to tie them to the Court. It’s up to you how they are in that sense.

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The King of Ciiianthan passed away seemingly from natural causes, there was only the slightest hint of assassination through poison. No one was aware of this except the innermost workings of the Court and his dearest friends, such as Kino his cousin and Luke his right hand man.

Rumours spread around the whole land like wildfire eventually reaching the ears of the, currently questing, King’s oldest child, Kent, a 20 year old man who was in the prime of his life. As he was returning for duty and acceptance of the Crown, his horse faltered at the edge of the last cliff to the capital. He fell into a ravine of which he was never recovered.

Lilith, the second to the Throne, an 18 year old female who was married and living peacefully in a highly populated farming village was called forth next. Before she could leave while harvesting corn the scythe slipped out of her hand and she tripped over a root landing on top. The blade pierced her heart.

The third to the Throne, Luther, a 12 year old boy, was immediately called for. This time several hundred guards were sent to escort him safely to the accession ceremony. One of the many guards had been ordered to personally watch over him was diseased with a sleep ailment which made him do actions while sleeping; he was tormented in his dreams by the many men he had killed. The guard slid a sword into Luther’s throat and walked back to his post where he woke up. He was later put to death.

Ciiianthanduns, the inhabitants of Ciiianthan, were beginning to panic. The land was running out of rulers of noble blood.

The only heir left alive was Princess Michelle.

She was only three years old.

And an unmarried woman cannot inherit the Throne.

The Court was in uproar about what they would do, but a single word uttered by the King’s right hand man, Luke, changed their tune and abruptly silenced the room. After the word Kino, the king’s distant cousin, smiled cruelly absently tapping his fingers together in amusement.

That word had been:

“Spies.”

You.

You may be guilty, you may not. All you know is that the day that the Ciiianthandun Court officially announced Luke as the Regent and Princess Michelle as the pending heir your life has been turned upside down. Soldiers stalk your every move, slaves spit in your faces and even merchants turn you away.

What can you do?

Something wrong has happened. Something VERY wrong. When finally the last straw is drawn, soldiers come knocking on your door and you know you have to escape. But what place is safe? Where does this wrongness end? Have fun trying to figure that out in - THE CIIIANTHANDUN TRUTH: Spies.

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A History of Ciiianthan.

(A short review from THE Rycerds)

11 – Ciiianthan is founded by Albright the Just.
30 – Capital is built in the safest place possible.
67 – A powerful demon tears apart the outer suburbs of the Capital.
124 – Magic is banned from Ciiianthan, though still practiced secretly.
132 - War with nearby countries wipes out half of Ciiianthan.
159 – After defeat alliances are formed with neighbouring countries.
193 – A rule stating that if there is evidence of practiced magic about
someone’s person it is punishable by death.
205 – Several prominent, but hidden magic schools are torn down.
238 – All knowledge of magic disappeared from everywhere.
292 – King Alfred takes the throne and leads a fruitful life. He has 4 children.
305 - King Alfred Dies.
Oldest heir Kent dies.
Oldest heir Lilith dies.
Oldest heir Luther dies.
Right Hand Man Luke takes up Regent position and Princess Michelle is declared heir.

Name: Karana

Gender: female

Age: 20

Appearance: tall and curvy with long blonde hair, usually kept in a braid, and sky blue eyes

Personality: calm, collected, and very elusive

Connection to the Court: Kent's friend - and a secret admirer

Background: ...I'll come up with one later...

Extra Info: up for love, uses throwing knives, bows, and staffs

Occupation: mercenary

(Finally got my password back from my friend...idiot.)

Name: Kaladore Refee

Gender: Male

Age: 19

Appearance: http://natrea.deviantart.com/art/Ramza-Beoulve-53044502

Personality: Quiet and sneaky. Not a real out going person and is kind of lazy.

Connection to the Court: The son to a court member. (Can I make his father as a minor character as well?)

Background: Kaladore grew up like any other noble man, he wanted a different life. At age 13 he entered the military academy and graduated and age 16. he entered a two year service with the army upon graduating and was away from the capitol the whole time. Once he returned from his service he decided to work for the council as a guard and messenger. He was one of the guards escorting Luther.

Extra Info: Hates being looked at as a noble and so doesn't give out that information lightly. Up for love. Uses a long sword and a dagger.

Occupation: Court Guard and Messenger.

Name: Atila Presuci

Gender: Female

Age: 19

Appearance: Chin length brown hair, which is always disarrayed. Green eyes. She doesn't wear dresses. She wears an brown poncho, a brown trouser, and a white shirt.

Personality: Mischievous and rebellious. Very outspoken (or merely talks a lot) and also very stubborn. Learns quickly. Not scared of practically anything or consequences.

Connection to the Court: Her uncle is one of the members of the Court. He's very distant so Atila hates her uncle.

Background: Her uncle, Lord Mass (mother's brother), gave land up in the hills to her father for Atila's father to care for livestock(sheep) and supply food for the Court. But her Father has to pay taxes for the land. She is a petty thief (if she may be?). She started stealing when she was eight. She steals quick snacks and whatnot from the market. Now she is amazing at pick pocketing and stealing.

Extra info: She uses a bow. She has perfect aim every time and can notch three arrows at a time. She is also brilliant in hand-to-hand combat due to sheep rustlers. She plays the pipe.

Occupation: Shepherd.

They all seem fine, but please post all characters in the DT. I put it in my main post, but it was probably not very noticable.

Piepieman22, you can have the father as a minor character, but we won't be anywhere near him, so he won't be used at all. Maybe, don't bother about it?

Thank you for joining. When we get a few more people we can start.

Well, since no one else is joining - we might as well start then,

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My character:

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Name: Linx
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Appearance: Fiery red hair dashed with highlights of strawberry blonde that sits in double helix curls to his shoulders. Eyes the colour of green sapphire underneath the suns harsh glare. Linx is tall, lightly and proportionately muscled and usually is seen wearing hunter-like gear. The greenish brown clothes set off his bright hair in stark comparison.
Personality: Linx is a sort of relaxed, if not lazy, guy. He enjoys nothing more than the simple things in life like watching the sun set and the grass grow. He knows he should be doing something with his life, but he's just so goddamned lazy! Contrary to his slothness he has a very unique (twisted) sense of humour and his very own brand of justice. Linx isn't afraid of telling how it is and bluntly done as well. More often than not his head is in the clouds.
Connection to the Court: He regularly goes to the Court Library with his brothers pass. (His brother is an assistant to one of the Court.)
Background: Linx was raised like the usual third son - with pretty much little next to no effort or grooming. He wasn't expected to do anything or become anything which probably resulted in the way he is today.
Extra Info: Linx is a very . . . shall we say unique individual. Never expect of coherent word out of him.
Occupation: Linx wasn't actually in any sort of occupation.
Skills: When he was young he took up the hobbie of dagger throwing and ocassionally, when he is feeling extra restless for being so lazy, he takes some time to practice. So he has pretty good accuracy. Linx was luckily also born with quick wit even though his slothlike attitude usually counter-acts its usefulness.

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Okay, for first post, I want you all living your usual lives and noticing the way people of the Court have begun to treat you.

Eg.:

Linx

Linx sat staring intently at the scene in front of him. His chest was aching from the amount of time he had been lying in this position watching in avid curiosity. He stretched a long limb outwards accompanied by a yawn.

Then he sat up and gazed at the clouds. Watching grass grow wasn't quite as rewarding as his brother had mentioned to him. Not "something that should match your tastes" at all.

Linx blinked in rapid succession trying to, without moving any appendages, clear his eyes of the muck that assailed him. It was to no avail. He resorted to reaching up a dirty finger and scratching it away.

He let out a mournful sigh, "Damn, things are just so boring."

A sentence from his mother flittered back to him, "Things are only boring to those without any imagination." Linx shook his head ruthlessly in reponse and laughed as his red curls bobbed up and down.

"Sir, I believe you shouldn't be here." A voice sounded.

Linx started and turned his wide eyes to the guard, "Pardon?"

"You're not allowed to be here. Please return to your home." Was the armoured mans reply.

Linx, not wanting to get into an exhausting rant with this man, readily did as asked and walked home. It was a bit strange. Linx had been visiting that park for as long as he could remember and he had never been once asked to leave.

Maybe someone had bought it. Walking home Linx's stomach growled and the soft, seductive scent of the freshly baked cinnamon and apple pie lingered in the market air. As if dragged by some unseen force Linx found hinmself staring into the stall with drool seeping down his chin.

He opened his mouth to order, but the merchant quickly turned his back. Linx was dumbfounded. He continued anyway, "You know, the clouds today are extremely white. I'd like to float like one one day."

The merchant contined to ignore him. Slightly miffed and disappointed Linx walked home on an empty stomach.

Shahara

It was yet another boring day. Shahara wandered around her home, but she could find nothing to entertain her. With a glance at the window, she had an idea. A stroll through the supermarket would do the trick!

Sliding on her shoes, she grabbed her sunshade (umbrella) and headed out of the door. She meandered down alleys and streets until she came to the bustling marketplace. She saw many people she recognized, but each and every one of them turned their gazes elsewhere when they saw her. Strange. She had believed she was on good terms with some of these people.

Turning her gaze to the stall next to her, where a delicious assortment of pastries were set out. Shahara stepped into the stall, drawing the eyes of the nearby men and women for only a moment before they turned away and began murmuring amongst themselves.

"She's the one-" She heard one man muttering, but he stopped abruptly as she came near, turning to look at the food nearby.

Puzzled, Shahara looked aound at the other sweets avilable.

"Madam." A male voice called. Shahara turned to see a pair of guards standing outside the stall. "We're here to escort you home."

"Whatever for?" Shahara asked, using the etiquette she so despised.

"Please, come with us." The guard said, disregarding her question.

Brows furrowed in confusion, Shahara complied. She was taken to, not her home, but the guest house.

"Excuse me, but the main house is over there." She said, pointing.

"Madam, you'll be staying in the guesthouse for a little while." A maid said as they approached.

"But why?" Once again, her question went unanswered. The maid led her by the arm into the house and left without another word.

Atila

Atila walked down a dirt road, playing her pipe. A few sheep followed her along with her dog, Hero. She was to sell the sheep to an old costumer. A few people passed by but they crossed the road trying to get as faraway as possible. A look of disgust on their faces. Atila ignored the looks and continued on. What in the bloomers is going on...?
" 'Ello," Atila banged on the wooden door.
"Yes, I'm comin'," a gruffy voice called from the inside.
The door swung open showing a a man in his fifties. He gave her a displeased look.
"What do you want?" He asked coldly.
"Ey, Franc, what got into you're trousers? I'm here cause you asked for a a pair of sheep you ninny!" She stepped inside.
"Aye, so I did," he grumbled and said something inaudible. He reached over to a shelf and picked up a (money sack) purse.
"They're you go," he dropped a few coins in her palm.
Atila raised an eyebrow, "Ey, you daft, you're missing a two more coins." She reached out her hand. Franc's lips twisted in a snarl and he let out a huff.
"I'm missing nothing!" He furrowed his eyebrows together and glared at her. Atila took a step back shocked. Never in my life has Franc treated me in this way!
"Now you listen to me, Franc, I don't know what you're mad at but don't go putin' it on me!" She pointed a finger at him.
Franc's eyes softened but then a flash of anger came a brew. He lashed out a torrent of incoherent words. Atila caught a few phrases saying that girls shouldn't be shepherds... spies.... Spies? Hero started barking, trying to protect Atila.
"Shush up, Hero! Alright, Franc, since I see you're not in a good mood I'll just leave you be. But I'll warn you Pa will not be happy." She slipped the coins into her purse and stepped out. She tied the sheep to a post and turned around to look at Franc again. His piercing eyes watched her every move, knowing that she was good at giving anyone the slip. Atila matched his gaze.
"Goodbye, Franc," she bowed her head.
He scowled and shut the door.
"Nice chatting," she called back. Walking down the road she took in Franc's beautiful apple grove. A thought came to her and she smirked.
"Here you go boy," Atila tossed a piece of apple to Hero. Then she bit into the apple and smiled.
She started walking toward the market.

Sorry I know it's long. I can erase it if you want, Light Devil.

Will...um... someone else post? I don't want this to end now!

We need piepie and Ayumi to post. Maybe PM them to remind them?

May I join?

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Name:Susa and Simon (Twins)

Gender: Susa: female, Simon: Male

Age: 18

Appearance: Because they are twins, they look almost exactly like one another, from hight to the shape of their faces.They both have brown hair with brown eyes. They could easily be mistaken for common folk, were it not for the fine clothes they wear.

Personality(s): Very bright, ready to laugh at the smallest cause.

Connection to the Court: The son and daughter of a court official. They are very close to their father.

Background: Treated like royalty. Their father was a member of the King's council. They are schooled by a master tutor, and therefore know more than most ordinary pesants. Because they are twins, they share a strange bond. They can sense each other's emotions, but cannot read the exact thoughts of their sibling.

Extra Info: They are not very athletic, and although they were taught how to use a sword and shoot a bow, they are not very good at it.

Occupation: Student.

Simon and Susa

It was the early time just before dawn when nothing moves, and the world seems to be holding its breath. Susa and Simon woke within seconds of each other, as always happened. Simon rose and crept into his sister’s room, where she was sitting, alert, in bed.

“Susa?” Simon said anxiously. He could feel the tension rolling off her in waves. She did not reply. “Susa? What is it?” She turned to look at him with glazed eyes.

“You know, Simon. You know. Poor, poor little Luther. I thought the accidents would stop with Prince Kent. What happened to him was awful, but not that surprising. Many people die on that road every year.” Simon nodded. His father had suggested putting warning signs and fences along the mountain path, but the idea had never been put into action. Peasants cannot read,so the signs would not be that effective, The council had said. Of course, the warnings would have pictures on them as well as words, so even peasants would have understood them. The council just did not want to spend the money.

“But Lilith… well, she wasn’t exactly clumsy, was she? Remember how she could juggle five balls at a time?” They had known the princess before she was married, as they were about the same age. It was true that she was a bit odd for royalty, but, then again, she never expected to take the throne, so she was very cavalier about her public appearance.

“Yes, I did think that a bit strange,” admitted Simon.

“A bit strange?” Susa narrowed her eyes. “Very strange, if you ask me. How did the scythe manage to land point-side up when the handle was rounded?”

“And,” said Simon, slowly, “the blade of a scythe is curved, so even if she landed on it, all it would have done is scratched her up a bit. The cutting edge would be facing the ground, and the top bit isn’t particularly sharp.” Susa sighed.

“I wish you hadn’t worked that out as well. It can only mean one thing.” Simon had turned very pale while they were talking.

“Murder.”

They sat, silent, for a few moments, pondering the new development.

“What about Prince Luther? One of his guards killed him in his sleep.” said Susa.

“Yes, but I don’t think he meant to. He was a palace guard for years, remember? If you want to know what I think, Susa, I think he was framed.” His sister nodded.

“That’s what I thought. But how? Did the assassin kill the prince, and then leave the bloody weapon by the guard’s side?”

“Maybe,” Simon shifted uneasily. “We won’t know until they find the murderer, and force a confession out of him.”

“Or her,” Susa added. At a look from her brother, she said, defiantly, “There are some very successful female mercenaries. Why, look at Joanna the Beautiful.” Simon rolled his eyes. His sister was fascinated by Joanna the Beautiful. The mercenary was said to have been responsible for the deaths of many important government figures. The police never figured out who killed them until Joanna sent the King a letter from her death bed, saying she did it, and wished she could have continued.

“Yes, but Susa, Joanna lived over a hundred years ago.”

“It still proves my point that female assassins are just as good, if not better, than male ones.” Susa had a stubborn gleam in her eye. Simon decided not to argue with her.

“That still doesn’t tell us who is killing off the royal family.” He said, getting back to the current subject. Susa shrugged.

“I guess we’ll have to find out.”

Karana

Karana woke early that morning, ready to receive her new mission. Hopefully her employeer would be more than a little old lady wishing for an escourt to her son's house only ten miles down the road... Those missions annoyed her, but what could she say? At least she was getting paid.

She dressed and left her room, entering the central common room where all the mercenaries congregated during their down time. But there was something different about this morning; they grew eerily silent and antsy as soon as she entered. Some of them even glared at her or brusguely walked out of the room, muttering incoherently. Karana tried to ignore that and approached the kitchens, leaning against the counter. The maid hastily vanished, not even looking at her.

O-kay. What the hell is going on? She kept that thought to herself. Maybe she should find the commander and speak with him; he would know what was going on.

She turned and went down the hallway, toward the commander's office. She knocked on the door. "Captain, I request your audience."

"Who is it?" he barked. Always so short tempered.

"Karana, sir."

There was movement behind the door, like he had just shoved the desk halfway to the door. "Just who I wanted to see. Get your ass in here, girl."

That alarmed her. He never swore at her; he had never had reason to. What was going on, now? Whatever it was, it wasn't good. She did as she was told, and opened the door. He was standing just behind it, massive and threatening. He had his left hand extended, palm up and fingers open. "I need your unit crest, rank, and room key. You're fired."

Karana felt the blood drain from her face, her mouth open. Her hands shook as she followed her last order. What's happening to me? What is going on?!

Well, I asked this question in DT but you didn't answer, Light Devil so I'll ask here.
We will all meet eventually, right? Sorry, I wasn't clear on that.

Can I Still join?