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Welcome to a world full of war and betrayal, royalty and dragons, and curses that last for generations.

Plot: Midir and Saoirse are at war, declared by the tribal warrior clans of Saoirse against Midir. Midir, unsure of why the neighbouring kingdom has declared this, sent an army to the border led by their prince to attempt peace negotiations. They failed and the armies of Midir and Saoirse clashed, taking heaving losses on both sides before the Midiran prince finally called for a retreat. In the middle of the night, he vanished. Midir accused Saoirse, who refused to take the blame. Neither kingdom had any idea of the prince’s new whereabouts, since he was neither a hostage or with the Midiran army.

Meanwhile, deep in the Saoirse Woods, more commonly known as Lalen Forest, the Midiran Prince is awakened by a thief that stumbled upon him. Lost and confused, the pair spent a long minute staring at each other before realising it was the enemy. A long, awkward moment ensued before they both realised that the hostility they showed each other wasn’t needed. Unbeknownst to the pair, the Midiran prince had been sent somewhere by the Queen of Saoirse --to a place unknown to her. It was also a secret she kept from her people.

With chaos erupting in both the Midiran palace and the Saoirite palace, and drastic measures taken in trying to find the Midirian prince, small things have started to go unnoticed--like the way the common people are reacting and the radical defensive plans put into motion by Saoirse to protect their borders--and slowly, there’s rumour of a possible uprising spreading. Revolution is whispered in the shadows and mentions of bloodshed and violence dance from dark doorways to ever darker alleyways, and then there’s the rumour of a curse--a curse on the royal family of Midir, the Van Alstynes, and more importantly, on the prince himself.

And it all starts with the words of a woman echoing in his ears; “You know what they say; kill one to warn a hundred. Make it count to warn a thousand.”


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Important Information:

The Realm - A Map:

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Races/People:

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There are very few races other than human in Midir and Saoirse, and those include Sorcerers or Sorceresses and perhaps a god or goddess. The majority of Midirans and Saoirites are human and have little to no magical powers, if any.

-Gods/Goddesses: Gods & Goddesses are beings of immense power, pretty much immortal and ageless--it's impossible to tell exactly how old they are. They are bound by unnatural laws to do nothing more than watch and record as their creations destroy each other. No one knows what the look like as they always appear cloaked in whatever colour represents them; Tsila’s colour being red, in any shade.

-Sorcerers And Sorceresses: Sorcerers are an interesting sub-race of humans. These are humans born with magic and rarely have any of the aspects of any other race in Midir and Saoirse. They are strictly human and even if they chose to reproduce with any other race, their children will be born with magic. They may have trace characteristics of the other races, but every time they will be born with Sorcerer magic, which is anything from transformation (not to be confused with shape-shifting) to telekinesis. They also can live up to three centuries, sometimes more and are taught from an early age to harness their magic, lest they loose control of it.

-Dragons:Dragons are giant winged creatures with tough scales covering their hides. They can breathe fire, water, lightning, or any one of the other elements, including spirit. Dragons are dangerous creatures. They thrive on death and destruction, and on chaos--but only when enraged. A calm dragon is wild and dangerous, yet kind, thriving on peace and life, and on order. It's rare for one to be semi-tamed, and even rarer for someone from any race to form a bond with one and ride it, though it has happened before. Once or twice.

Dragons are purely wild spirits, almost untamable, but they do possess great Wisdom and Intelligence. As an ally, they are a formidable force.

-Humans: Humans can be found throughout Saoirse, Midir and the surrounding kingdoms and have little to no magic. Any magic they do have is limited and uncontrolled. Humans make wonderful soldiers, though.

Ranks:

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There are many ranks in the realm of Midir and Saoirse, including Royalty, thief, assassin and orphan, among others.They are as diverse as the colour of one’s skin, hair or eyes. Many of those in Midir and Saoirse are in the poorer categories--being pickpockets and thieves, beggars and orphans.

-Royalty: Royalty are humans who have been born into power, into royalty. Or those who have taken it. Princes, Princesses, Kings, Queens, Lords and Ladies; someone who rules over others. Normally, they are human...although you sometimes find a Sorcerer claiming the title of king or a Goddess parading around as queen.

-Soldiers & Royal Guards: Soldiers and Royal Guards are humans who have signed themselves into the King's keeping. They are either a Soldier (of any rank) or a Royal Guard and are expert fighters, tending to be older (especially if a General or high-ranking Guard) and loyal to Midir and its King or Saoirse and its Queen.

-Commoners: Those who have no royal blood. Humans who are born to those without a title. They are the bulk of the human populace, running shops and markets, and making food and wine for others. They are usually content with their lives.

-The Poor: Thieves and pickpockets, beggars and orphans, assassins, slaves and slave traders. The poor are usually the scum of the social order, those who have killed for money, stolen one time too many or dealt in the trading of others as slaves, people with no control or freedom over their own lives. Or even those who no longer have a family. These are the desperate and the lost, the ones who having nothing left to lose. They are the ones who have taken over a ruin and turned it into a haven.

Character Slots:
- King of Midir - Asardin Van Alstyne - Profile in the DT. (NPC)
- Queen of Midir - Claimed by Demoness.
- Prince of Midir - Dálach Van Alstyne - Claimed by ScarlettFire.
- Princess of Midir - Claimed by Lavvie.
- Queen of Saoirse - Claimed by Shadowlight.
- Soldier 1/Royal Guard Midir - Ser Kaiyan - Claimed by *coco.
- Soldier 2 Midir - Claimed by KindredSpiritBee.
- Soldier 1 Saorise - Claimed by Leahweird.
- Soldier 2 Saorise - Maverick "Sage" Adelfan - Claimed by ScarlettFire.
- Theif 1 - Aishe Daiyu - Claimed by ScarlettFire.
- Theif 2 - Medea Saeris - Claimed by CelticaNoir.
- Sorcerer - Amleth the Mad - Claimed by Leahweird.
- Sorceress 1 - Epona Gail - Claimed by Skorpionne.
- Sorceress 2 - Rosarie Brooks - Claimed by Starrgazer.
- Assassin 1 - Kacela Forte - Claimed by thestorygirl.


Character Slots may be added/removed as needed But ONLY if there's a really important need/request/want.


Character Sheet:

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[b]Name:[/b] (First AND Last, if known)
[b]Age:[/b] (5 -16 for orphans/thieves. 16+ for others, please)
[b]Gender:[/b] (male or female)
[b]Race:[/b] (Human, Sorcerer/Sorceress, God/Goddess, etc)
[b]Rank[/b] (Assassin, Prince, Thief, etc.)
[b]Allegiance:[/b] (None, Tsila, Other, Self)

[b]Appearance:[/b] (description and picture)

[b]Personality:[/b] (Include likes and dislikes, strengths and weaknesses)

[b]Flaws/Weaknesses:[/b] (You must have at least one)

[b]Power/s:[/b] (If you have one/any)

[b]History:[/b] (At least two four line paragraphs. And none of this “I don’t remember” stuff. Your character has a story, so give us a glimpse of it)

[b]Up For Love?[/b] (yes, no, orientation, conditions)

[b]Other:[/b] (Anything we’ve missed?)


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how does this work. like in royalty and stuff.

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Name: Her Everlasting Majesty, guardian of the horse lords- Queen Demhara Yu'eh (Dem-ara is how you pronounce it- just roll the R's)
Age: She looks to be about twenty one or so- but heaven only knows he true age.
Gender: Female- very much female
Race: people assume human, but then again- who knows?
Rank Queen of Saoirse .
Allegiance: Her land and her people.

Appearance: Demhara is small for an adult woman- she is just five feet with a delicate and fragile looking built. she has a "girl next door" fresh faced look with wide innocent eyes and almost childlike- or doll like naivety about her baring. even with her childlike first impression Demhara has a curvy womanly figure. Her long straight wheat-gold hair falls almost past her hips and she usually keeps it loose- or just tired with simple ribbons or a braids.



Personality: Demhara is a puzzle to all who meet her- She is a single coin with two distinct sides.The one person that would confuse even a Mind Mage, her complicated layers baffle most to "figure her out".

Demhara at first glance is a young, innocent idealist, who is willing to do anything for her people and her kingdom. On second glance she is still an innocent girl- but with a backbone of iron and a lightening wit and acidic tongue. On third glance however (if you are lucky and if she lets you-) you would see the warning signs of a much darker, dangerous individual who has risen to power on a path strewn with bodies and drenched in blood.

Flaws/Weaknesses: Besides her obvious character flaws? She is mind numbingly afraid of pitch darkness- a total lack of light. She can't stand stone buildings- she says she wouldn't want to live in a house constructed of the earths bones and seems to resist anything that would advance Saoirsian technology.

Power/s: People suspect she does but there is no real proof- and of course Demhara isn't telling.

History: Demhara's history is somewhat of a mystery to all- save Demhara herself. Nothing is known of her life before her sudden and unexpected rise to the head of the powerful Yu'eh clan.

Demhara was the one -though her personal charms and dominant personality- that banded the (a the time) scattered and far flung clans that made up the sprawling country of Saoirse into a cohesive kingdom. She made the clans into a nation- a nation of beautifully dauntless, fiercely free and wild people.

Since then Saoirse has been on a rapid and steady climb up the power ladder in the game of nations. The people, economics, and even the land flourished to the surprise of all around. Saoirse hitherto had always been a broken country, at odds with one another- NOW though under Demhara's firm leadership is sprang from ambiguity to be a forerunner of looming threats to the other countries around.

All seemed well within her realm- even quiet- but then something changed, and quickly too. All of a sudden Demhara called her warriors together, the massive mounted host that was hers to command- and hurled them at the Midirian border towns and villages. her riders carried fire and sword until nothing remained but ashes. None save those captured to be slaves survived, and no one was left to carry the knews back, for Demhara's "pets" followed close onto the heels of the riders.

Then came the abduction of the Midirian prince and his exile into the deep woods of Saoirse, and the rumor of a curse a curse so horrible it could end the Midirian royal line- but then again this is only court gossip- only hearsay.....maybe.


Up For Love? Demhara is a horrible flirt and shameless- but without feeling. She is against binding herself to any man and only sees them (at the moment) As playthings, playthings to break.

Other: (Anything we’ve missed?)

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Name: Epona Morgaine
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Race: Sorceress
Rank: Commoner
Allegiance: Midir

Appearance:Click.

Epona's wavy, red hair is nearly always tied in a loose bun at the back of her neck, normally with a few strands escaping. Her eyes are slate grey, and her cheekbones are fairly prominent. She is slim and fairly curvy.

Epona's skin is fairly pale, and hardly ever tans. She is also quite prone to spots on her face, and tries to obscure them from view as best she can.

She normally wears practical but nice clothing. Epona values her appearance, and has a keen fashion sense.

Personality: Epona is logical, precise, and doesn't easily lose her cool. Similarily, she doesn't easily lose her temper or become empassioned about anything. This makes her come across as uncaring and cold at times, but in reality she is a very warm person, and likes helping people out.

Epona likes to look at things from a very logical point of view, and has trouble dealing with abstract concepts. Epona likes facts, and deals with things on a "seeing is believing" basis.

Epona is a good listener, but finds it hard understanding how other people think and feel.

Under stress, Epona will keep everything to herself, until it gets to breaking point and she flips out. Getting to breaking point is very rare, however. Epona finds it easy to not let things bother her.

Flaws/Weaknesses: Doesn't like change, and takes a long time to adjust i.e. not very adaptable; sympathetic, but has no empathy at all; doesn't like what she can't understand; finds it hard communicating her emotions.

Power/s: Pyrokinetic- She can produce sparks by clicking her fingers, and manipulate fire.

History: Originally a Midiran, Epona was born in Norill Village, and grew up as part of an unremarkable family.

She realised that she could manipulate fire at an early age. Thinking it was something everyone could do, she never said anything about it. However, when she was old enough to know that this wasn't ordinary, she kept it a closely-guarded secret.

When Epona was sixteen years old, a wandering sorcerer came to her village, and discovered her potential. With her family's permission, Epona left with him.

At that point Epona's magic was sporadic, and accidental. It exploded out of her when she lost control of her feelings, and as a result, to the present day, Epona is very even-headed, and keeps her emotions firmly under control. The sorcerer taught her to keep her magic under control, to channel it, and to direct it.

While he was teaching her, the pair travelled to Saoirse, and eventually wound up at Nankirch. There, the two parted company. At this time, Epiona was 20.

She traveled in Saoirse for a year more, and then decided to return to her native country of Midir. Unfortunately for her, war broke out, and now she is trapped in Saoirse, trying desperately to conceal her true allegiance.

Up For Love? Yes, bi.

Other: Nope.

If I can I want a placeholder for a female assassin.

So I copied this from word and was about to paste it, but got distracted. The next thing I know, I copied something else and had to type this again :'(. I'm also fine with any character slot.

Name: Rosarie Brooks
Age: 16
Gender: female
Race: Sorceress
Rank Poor commoner
Allegiance: None

Appearance: Rose has thick, dark hair that is usually twined into a braid that reaches her elbows. She has bronze skin complimented by a slim, somewhat dainty frame yet she's not short nor tall. At times her eyes seem like an banal red-ish chestnut color, but others, it seems to have a fiery molten shade. She also wears an off-white, rugged and short dress with a taupe belt around her waist that carries money or her pocketknife. On her good days, she'll also wear a pair of ebony sandals, but Rose usually travels barefoot.

Personality: She is incredibly sweet yet strong willed. She puts the people she cares about before her and is always one to stand up to what she believes in. She loves animals and spends all her free time strolling around in the thick forests. One thing Rose hates is being cooped up indoors and dressed in stiff uniforms.

Flaws/Weaknesses: Obnoxiously stubborn and is afraid of water (can't swim).

Power/s: monstrous strength, incredible speed, and ability to manipulate fire or earth elements and literally defy gravity (so floating or limited flying). She's never had training before so usually any demonstration of power has been purely accidental.

History: Rosarie doesn't know anything about her past except for what her 'parents' had told her. She was found about 15 years ago on the edge of the Alsielle River, abandoned, shivering and wet. She was barely alive and completely nude save for a strange, ink dark tattoo stamped on her lower right abdomen. Maren and Darren Brooks, the couple who found her, decided to take her back to their humble home. It wasn't of hospitality though, it was merely so when Rose grew up, she could become another source of money for them.

Rose is now 17 and still lives with the Brooks. The Brooks also have a little 5 year old girl Kayla who simply adores Rose contrary to Maren's wishes. To Maren and Darren, Rose was just a servant and no better than a slave. Rebellious and hopeless, Rose began to sneak out to the city ports more and more often. Maren and Darren had completely shut her off from the outside world and Kayla was the only person keeping her from leaving altogether. Just recently though, she's learned that the stories and descriptions of sorceresses are frighteningly close to the symptoms she has been experiencing for the past few years.

Up For Love? sure, why not

Other: Drawn to the forest. She feels strangely connected and at home there. She's also an excellent archer.

Hope this is okay, Scar. Please feel free to point out anything that you want me to change.

Name: Ser Kaiyan D' Veer (pronounced Kai-yan)

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Rank: Low-ranking Royal Guard

Allegiance: The King of Midir

Appearance: Kaiyan is tall, and has slightly tanned skin, with a lean and athletic build. He has dark eyes, dark hair and a handsome face. He has a slightly shabby appearance and always dresses in dark colours. Around his neck is a black string with his father’s ring attached which he keeps tucked under his cloak and tunic at all times.

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Personality: Kaiyan is overly ambitious, intelligent and sharp. He keeps a level head at all times, but can quickly become defensive when someone mentions his background.

Likes: being compared to his father and being recognised for his achievements.

Dislikes: being undermined, looked down upon, and underappreciated

Strengths: He is an excellent swordsman and a demon archer. He also has many links with a number of spies and Assassins in the city with whom he is in regular contact with so as to uncover the truth behind the rumours of apparent uprisings among the citizens.

Weaknesses/ flaws: Years of being looked down upon has built within him a growing sense of bitterness and anger that comes out sometimes because he can’t keep it under control. It has also made him self-conscious.

History: He was born a bastard to a commoner woman in the outskirts of Norill village. When his mother died of the flu he realised his father was Ser Redley D' Veer of Alseille, one of Midr’s most famous Generals. As his only child, Ser Redley took Kaiyan under his wing and raised him in the military headquarters. There, Kaiyan was exposed to some of the greatest and most fierce soldiers in the entire kingdom. Kaiyan soon followed in his father’s footsteps and began training to join the Royal Army. But, it wasn’t easy. He was a bastard, after all, with a commoner for a mother, and though his father was a great General, many among the Royal Army and Royal Court still didn’t consider him to be of noble blood. Kaiyan found himself having to train twice as hard in order to prove his worth, first serving as a page, then a squire, and later as a scout. Finally, when he turned 21, his hard work paid off in the form of a Knighthood and a place in the Royal Guard. Despite such an elevation and his undeniable military skills, he is still considered by some as a commoner among noblemen.

Recently Kaiyan has been tasked by the king to act as personal guard to the Princess.

Up for Love: Definitely. (Straight)

Other: He has a pet hawk called Claw and a black stallion called Ebony.

Hawk;

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Black Stallion;

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Name: Kacela Forte
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Rank Assassin
Allegiance: Anyone who pays

Appearance: Picture is at the bottom. She is very short, and very slim, but well muscled. (She can basically do everything that the main character in Assassin's Creed can do). Her hair is very long, down to her waist almost, but she keeps piled on top of her head. Her eyes are a very dark blue and her lips are always a deep wine colour. She wears all white for reasons only she knows, and has a white horse called Leo( picture is at the bottom).

Personality: She is very calm, and it normally infuriates people. She has a strange ability to know people mentally.

Likes Money, making people frustrated. Apples, lots and lots of apples.

Dislikes Being underground, places where there is an excess amount of trees. Water, shields, loud people, being confused, fire.

Strengths She is incredibly fast and strong, and stealthy and clever.

Flaws/Weaknesses: She doesn't feel anything, and is almost completely shut off to regular emotions. She's built up a strong wall and is very paranoid, because she does spy for people as well as being an assassin.

Power/s: You wouldn't nessasarily call it a power, but she has an ability to never miss a shot with her throwing knives. Never, not once. She does have magic in her and the potential to be a sorceress, but she is afraid of it and the magic is not her own.

History: Kacela was born to a poor woman who couldn't remember the father of her child. She grew up in a village so small in the Southern Norill Forest that it doesn't show up on any maps. Her mother died of a strange sickness when Kacela was 5, and left her on her own. She was taken care of by the town, all of them pitching in and giving her food.

She grew up happily, bouncing from doorstep to doorstep and making friends everywhere, as she was considered to be very adorable. But then the town was set on fire by a sorcerer. It was purely accidental but Kacela had no idea. The fire burned her and she got her magic through the cursed fire.

After that she lost all trust in people, and ran to Alseille where she became very rich for her assassination job.

Up For Love?Yes, straight.

Other: She has insomnia, and because of her night free time she has learned to play any instrument she could get her hands on, but she is especially good at the violin.

Name: Medea "Vixen" Saeris

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Race: Mixed-blood; half-sorceress through her mother.

Rank Thief

Allegiance: Self

Appearance: Medea is considered beautiful but also easily breakable as well, with her golden-auburn hair, a small, fragile-seeming frame and a lightness in her footsteps and her weight that belies her speed and power. While she doesn't have a lot of strength to begin with, she is extremely fast and nigh uncatchable, which combined with her coloring and her slyness has given her the nickname of 'Vixen'.

What's strange about her is her red eyes; they tend to easily captivate others as well as pique their curiosities. As a thief, her appearance tends to work against her, so she often attempts to bind up her hair into a hat and make sure not to catch anyone's eyes. However, when it comes to casual wear, she looks like most other girls on the streets, albeit a strange and pretty-looking one.

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Personality: Medea, or "Vixen" as she's more commonly called, is considered to be the bee hiding under a coat of honey. She comes off as a cold but fairly polite person overall to the people who talk to her. However, she is not honest like people may mistake her to be; if she senses that betraying them would net her much more profit, she won't hesitate to give them up. But while this is usually true when it comes to dealing with her, people who are really close to her won't get the same treatment--

--provided they get close to her in the first place. Medea gives little and takes a lot. She has never truly had the chance to get close to anyone, and therefore she attempts to cheat anyone and everyone out, because everyone's always done the same to her; this makes getting close to her quite difficult. She is perhaps, one of the most talented thieves in the city, and the most solitary. What's ironic about it all is that the only thing she really wants most in the world is a friend, or family, neither of which she has.

She likes sketching a lot in her spare time; the Vixen is known for being a bit of an art thief as well, having stolen several pieces of art from several merchants. Many drawing materials around the city have disappeared when she walked past them; minor incidents, no one ever realized there was a connection between the Vixen and the thefts. Medea is an art enthusiast, and never hides it.

She's a great actress, by the way, so be careful.

Flaws/Weaknesses: As mentioned before, Medea doesn't have a lot of strength; she is actually quite weak, having had to exchange strength for speed instead. She does have stamina, but no fighting skill at all whatsoever. She is also bad at working with others, and often leaves others to deal with problems rather than help them in anyway; which is why she is usually never seen in bigger thefts.

Power/s: Medea has some amount of talent when it comes to magic, but the only power she has at the beginning is being able to mimicry others' voices; perhaps a talent she has acquired from her actress mother.

History: Medea wasn't always a child of the city; she was actually the daughter of a country nobleman once upon a time; except, she was an illegitimate child, also the only child of a beautiful young acrress who had once been a stage attraction. But after Medea was born, her mother had been fired from her company. Without any place to go, the young woman took a job in a rather shady establishment; the only place that would have her, and at the same time give her sufficient money to enable both Medea and herself to live.

Not to say that she was actually self-sacrificing, noble, or actually cared about Medea; the woman was a bundle of alcohol, and often left Medea alone at the house. However, when she was sober at times, she doted on her little daughter and often taught her the tricks of the acting trade, something that would help Medea later in life. Even though Medea was never really close to her, if she looks back, those were the happiest days of her life.

Until the fire. It swept away their little block in the most decrepit and least-noticed part of the city, and Medea's mother as well; at the very end the woman had shown some real love for her daughter by letting her escape, even though she was trapped under a pile of rubble. Ever since that day, five years ago, Medea has been living on her own.

Up For Love? Yup! She's straight.

Other: Just like her nickname, Medea has a small red fox for a pet.

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Name: Dálach Van Alstyne.
Age: 27.
Gender: Male
Race: Human.
Rank Prince.
Allegiance: Midir, himself, his family and any he chooses to care for.

Appearance:Dálach is often described as tall, slim and handsome with a kind streak a mile wide and the ability to charm anyone around him--that is, in the eyes of those considered below him--with shoulder length, dark brown hair, brown eyes and lightly tanned skin. He prefers to wear earthy tones, much like his father, and his clothes are currently not noble attire, but more like a soldier’s uniform with a long, thick hooded cloak. He carries a sword, a dagger (which he keeps hidden), a bow and a quiver of arrows.

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Personality: Dálach is a complex man, much like his father. He’s regal and proud, though his manners are sometimes found wanting if he’s too unsettled to remember them. He can be a real jerk sometimes, among other things, but he is honest and kind--sometimes. He cares very much for his family, his friends, and his fellow soldiers and he’d hate it if someone he cared for was hurt, so for him to be lost is causing a rather large about of stress for him and strain on those currently around him, and anyone who has to spend longer than a few minutes in presence. It’s also dragging fears of being forgotten, of homesickness to the front of his mind, and it’s making the prince weary of his current problems. Dálach was raised to be just like his father, although throughout the years of training and education, he’s realised that his in not his father, but that his is still capable of great things. He also has a temper, much like his father, which takes a while to build up but when it breaks, it’s not pretty. At all.

Flaws/Weaknesses: One of Dálach’s biggest weaknesses is probably being away from home; he hates being lost or away from his home and family for too long. It puts him in a foul mood. Another weakness is his inability to realise that he may be wrong--in many things, including this war. Lastly, his other weakness if his family and those he cares for--hurting/killing someone that he cares for might affect him more than he thinks it will, or the person pulling his strings will. Be prepared for a nasty temper--which happens to be one of his flaws. Another flaw of Dálach’s is jerk-ish side, which tends to come out when he’s stressed, weary of the person speaking to him and/or unsure of his surroundings or the current situation.

Power/s: Has the ability to “sense” magic, though it’s not always helpful.

History: Dálach was born to Asardin and Calanthia, the king and queen of Midir. From an young age, he was raised to be the heir and trained in the arts of war and politics, and in how to rule a kingdom well, while his earlier years were spent playing with his sister in the gardens and hallways of the Palace. Those were the good days, where the two siblings were close and cared very much for each other. But it all changed when Blanche and Dálach’s mother died when Dálach was about 7 and their father decided that he needed an competent heir--and so Dálach was separated from Blanche and sent to be taught the art of being king while Blanche was sent off to be the perfect princess. And in the process, it tore them apart.

While Blanche was learning what she had to learn to be a “perfect” princess, Dálach was learning how to the arts of war--from swordplay to archery, to learning how to ride and shoot at the same time to learn how to command an army in war, and not--and how to be the perfect heir to his father’s crown. He spent almost two decades trying to prove himself to his father and leading the army in small, useless campaigns until recently, when Saoirse declared war on Midir by attacking the towns and villages on the Midir/Saoirse border and those nearby. The attacks made both Dálach and his father mad, and so the King sent his son to war, much to the displeasure of his daughter (who was secretly harbouring strong animosity for being ignored).

Recently, Dálach has found himself in a rather awkward and unusual situation--he’d somehow managed to disappear from within the borders of his kingdom only to reappear deep within the forests of Saoirse. He woke up with knowledge of a curse he was now under--he couldn’t love without killing the one he cared for. And the last thing he remembers is a beautiful, blond-haired woman telling him in a most unbothered tone that he was a warning. Fearing for his family and kingdom, Dálach is now trying to find a way home--and a way to lift the curse in the process.

Up For Love? Yes, and no. Dálach is currently in a bit of trouble and he has a little problem; he’s been cursed, and for anyone he falls in love with and wishes to touch, it’s lethal. If he touches his loved one, they will crumble into dust and fall apart--or basically, they’ll die. He wants to love, but he can’t.

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Name: Aishe Daiyu of the Kohar Clan.
Age: 22.
Gender: Female.
Race: Human, mixed-breed.
Rank Thief.
Allegiance: Herself, her clan and her immediate family.

Appearance: Aishe is tall and slim, with should length brown hair, intense blue eyes, lightly tanned skin. To most people she looks beautiful, but in her own eyes, she doesn’t think so. She prefers to wear clothing in the colours of her clan, blue and grey with a touch of red, though those colours are too easy, so instead, she keeps a blanket in those colours in a bag that she carries with her at all times. As a thief, she wears darker colours in earthy tones, such as browns and reds, and wears a black, hooded cloak most of the time, in fear of being recognised by someone who thinks she’s dead.

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Personality: Aishe is normally a kind and loving young girl, with a strong desire to prove herself and strong, practically undying loyalty--when she chooses to give--but when you piss her off or betray her in any way, you really should watch your back; she highly dislikes that, as it’s happened once and it cost her everything. Aishe would never betray someone she chose to follow, having had bad experiences in the past to do with trusting people--after all, she trusted Demhara and look where that got her. Suffice to say, Aishe has major trust issues, so it takes her a while to decide that someone is trustworthy enough for here. She’s often wary nowadays, in light of her past. She likes to think before she acts and doesn’t trust others at all until the prove they can be trusted. Her temper, when it appears, is unpredictable--she’ll either go cold or boiling hot, quiet and deadly or loud and violent, so no one is ever sure what they’ll get when the make her angry. Although she has a bit of a bubbly and happy personality, it’s more subdued now than it was when she was a child, and she’s often a little too serious for own good, which results in her being told to “lighten up” and the person telling her off having a dagger or other handy object thrown at their heads. Mostly in jest, though, unless she’s extremely mad and frustrated to boot.

Flaws/Weaknesses: Aishe’s biggest flaws are her inability to trust people and her temper, both of which are major drawbacks in some aspects. Her weaknesses, though, are her loyalty which can be blinding if she lets it be, her kind and caring streak, and her strong desire to prove herself, which often results in acts of revenge against the ones who took her family away from her. Revenge seems to be a major problem for her--flaw, weakness or otherwise--and seems to make her blind to other thigns she should be focusing on.

Power/s: Aishe’s main ability to help her weapons strike home, almost as if she reaches out and guides them there--an ability she normally only uses when she’s hunting with her bow. Her other abilities are being able to sense magic and being able to “disappear” in the right surroundings, such as a forest (although, this is more of a skill than a power). All these abilities were trademarks of her clan and would mark her as a Kohar if anyone cared to take notice of her. And more importantly, the heir to the clan--which would alert Demhara to the fact that she’s alive, as the Queen of Saoirse is the one who had ordered her pets to tear apart Aishe’s clan.

History: Aishe’s clan was one of the larger, more well-known clans of Saoirse a few decades ago, when she was a child, and as a child, she was raised like a true Saoirite clan warrior woman--with horse riding and archery lessons, among other things--and trained to be heir of her clan as the only child born of the clan chief and his chosen warrior queen. Her childhood was brilliant, full of laughter and play and harsh training as she grew older. But then one day when she was about nine, there came news from one of the other powerful, well-known clans, the Yu'eh clan, in fact; a strange warrior woman had taken over the clan and called the other clans together, urging them to forget their petty conflicts and join her to start a kingdom made up of all the collective clans. Some fought her, others did not and a small group remained neutral, saying they would help, but they would not fight.

A few years later, when Aishe was twelve, her clan decided that they couldn’t handle all the unnecessary and pointless violence, and decided to reject the so-called Queen’s ways. It resulted in Demhara sending her pets into the midst of their camp and burning everything to the ground--those who surrendered were taken away to be slaves while those who wouldn’t give up were killed (and possible eaten by a kelpie or something else to that effect). In the midst of all the chaos, Aishe found herself watching her parents and siblings get torn apart by one such kelpie, with a man looking on.

Aishe ran out to try and save one of her much older siblings only to be jerked out of the way of the kelpie by the young man. The man and the kelpie appeared to argue before the kelpie gave in and turned on her elder sister, Omarosa, tearing into her like she nothing. Aishe watched on in shock, fear eating away at her heart. How could this man just stand there and watch that, watch her sister be torn apart and do nothing? Aishe couldn’t stand it, so she lashed out at the man holding her back, biting and kicking, screaming at him to let her go, that he was the one who killed her sister. Surprisingly, the man let her go and Aishe ran off into the surrounding forest with the kelpie turning to follow. It never reached her, and Aishe would never know that, either.

She spent the next decade hiding and training, looking for the people who destroyed her home and family, wanting revenge on those people. Recently, while she was hunting in the deep forests, Aishe came across a strange young man that she seemed to find fascinating, despite her fear of trusting him--he didn’t look like a Saoirse warrior--and has decided to see where this could lead her at the moment.

Up For Love? Yes and no--she longs to love, but revenge for her family comes first.

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Name: Maverick "Sage" Adelfan.
Age: Looks 12/13-ish, but no one knows how old he really is.
Gender: Male.
Race: Human and perhaps magical, as far as one can tell with one look, though appearances can be, and definitely are, deceiving when related to this “boy”.
Rank Assassin/Soldier/Spy.
Allegiance: Queen of Saoirse, and no one else. (Except himself, though that’s a secondary one and not as important as his Queen.)

Appearance: Maverick appears to be a child at first glance--a child with dark brown hair, dark brown eyes and lightly tanned skin wearing noble attire. He appears slim yet strong--for his age--and is often seen wearing dark clothing in reds, blacks or earthy colours. To all intents and purposes, he looks just like a child should--until you take a closer look at his eyes. His eyes betray his true self--a child taught from a very early age how to kill and act invisible. A child trained in how to be the perfect spy. And who would suspect a child of that? Let alone give one a second thought or look? This is exactly what makes him the perfect assassin and spy. That is, if he's even a child...

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Personality: Maverick, or Sage as he likes to be known, is an enigma; a strange boy who is quiet and thoughtful--and a possible monster hiding behind the mask of a child’s face. Not that he’d ever let anyone apart from Demihara and her ‘pets’ see that side of him. He prefers to keep the ‘innocent child’ persona on most of the time to avoid suspicion, at least if you don’t look too closely. And then he’ll do a complete 360 on you and become a bit of a monster; he’s not above scaring or even killing someone to get what he wants. Back on his flip side of ‘innocent child’, he acts much like any child with anger issues and hissy fits, despite his apparent age. And as a child, he appears, at first, to be kind and innocent, as if he couldn’t possibly do anything wrong, and childish. Incredibly childish.

Sage may also be a little insane, but it’s the smart kind of insane where he thinks what he does is right and therefore he finds that people give him the oddest look when he has killed or harmed something or someone, much like how his ‘parents’ had looked at him when he was younger. He also leans more towards bored, annoyed or entertained rather than knowing what good or bad was, which may make him more inclined to listen to Amleth than anyone wants him to. He also shares Amleth’s love of games, although, unlike Amleth, he’s a little more serious about things. And then to top it all off is his intense loyalty to Demihara, the queen of Saoirse; a loyalty so intense to the point of him not even caring about his own ties or himself. Everything he does, he does for the woman he’s loyal to, which may or may not be slightly disturbing--depending on the views of the person trying to relate to this part of him.

Flaws/Weaknesses: Maverick’s weaknesses include his inability to follow his own orders, his own wants and needs, his inability to truly know what love is, which may have some effect on his mental state, and the fact that he may or may not be slightly insane, to some degree. One of his biggest flaws is the loyalty he shows to Demihara, which is dangerous as he may never see life any other way than hers, and that way is apparently strewn with blood, death and war.

Power/s: Maverick can quite literally disappear if he wants to; be it into the shadows or into the light-- he likes to disappear and reappear in some of the most inappropriate places, at the most inappropriate times. It’s not quite teleportation, but it is similar, though it’s more like he moves through whatever element he vanishes into. Another ability of his is to sense magic, subtle or strong, and he often gives the owner of the magic a knowing look. If he has any other powers, they are still unknown.

History: Maverick’s history is strewn with misconceptions and mystery. Some say the boy just was, others may say that he’s a slightly insane god in disguise as a human. Either way, he, much like Amleth, is an enigma. He “mysteriously” appeared at the queen’s side one day, causing quite a fuss among her not-so-lethal pets. Who was this strange young boy? Where did he come from? Why was he there, by their queen? Their questions were answered with one look in his eyes; that was no boy, at least in their eyes. Maverick’s dark brown, child-like eyes were more like something wanting to chop you up and eat you for dinner, but he wasn’t in control of his own life--apparently Demhara could control that. What was the boy? No one ever found out.

Beneath all the layers of rumour, mystery and misconception, was really just a child. As far as even he knew. Maverick grew up among the Sorcerers and Sorceresses of Silrae, raised by a mother-like figure among the leading council members of Silrae. He spent several years there before he realised that he held no love for the magic-users in that city, as they cared more about blood and social status than the magic some people held, which was more powerful than their own, who they chose to ignore simply because they we not of defined blood. This made Maverick angry, and so he left Silrae, took the nickname of Sage and travelled, selling himself as an assassin, spy, soldier or hired thug, whatever took his fancy. Many people didn’t believe him and took him as nothing more than a child--until he proved otherwise.

And then he met Demhara, and has been with her ever since, becoming loyal to her and only her, following her orders and none other, unless they took his fancy (which was rare) and he decided to pursue other interests--not that he has many other interests, apart from killing and causing chaos. Recently, Demhara has ordered him to infiltrate the Midiran Palace, spy on the going-ons there and report back whatever he hears and/or sees. Maverick has been there a while now, acting on his “Sage” persona.

Up For Love? I don’t think he can even comprehend the concept of “love”. So it’s probably a no--unless you’re willing to try and get a 12 year old boy who may or may not be older than he appears to understand what love actually is.

Other: Maverick prefers the name Sage, and will often introduce himself as “Sage Adelfan” to anyone who asks. He’s also a little insane, and may help Amleth with something if the Sorcerer insists and if he tells the boy it’s in Demhara’s name, or if Sage thinks it’s amusing on his own. Be wary of these two when they’re together; only trouble exists around an insane sorcerer and an insane...whatever Maverick is...

Maverick is often accompanied by a small,red-brown dragon-esque creature that likes to hide in the form of a tabby cat. He calls it Nazzie and the creature apparently doesn't mind the nickname.

Maverick carries a set of throwing knives and a dagger. Dagger;

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Name: Amleth the Mad
Age:107 but appears to be in his early twenties
Gender: Male
Race: Sorcerer
Rank Advisor. When he feels like it.
Allegiance:Currently to the Queen of Saoirse, because she interests him the most

Appearance:

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Amleth’s tan skin contrasts with his silver hair, which he often wears in a lopsided braid. One of his eyes is green, while the other is yellow. There is a strange white marking on his cheek. He’s tall and thin, and would almost assuredly lose in a purely physical fight. He likes to wear distinctive clothes, particularly a lot of jewellery.
In short, he is fairly striking, and easily recognizably to anyone who knows him, or has heard of him.

Personality:
Amleth is playful and flamboyant. He seems to be very open about his feelings and intentions, although they may change at the drop of a hat. He’s also an outrageous flirt, even though he has no real interest in following through with his suggestive behaviour. He is a sucker for the dramatic. He also likes games. In fact, he LOVES games. He rarely seems to be serious about anything. If he is being serious, you should probably run.

Flaws/Weaknesses:
As his title suggests, Amleth is not entirely sane. In fact, he’s a lunatic. But he tends to make the problem worse by acting more insane than he truly is. Not even Amleth knows where his real madness ends and the act begins.
He is also decidedly amoral. He sees the world in terms of Entertaining and Boring rather than Good and Evil. You really take your chances dealing with him.

Power/s:
Amleth has had a long time to practice his magic. He’s very good at working a variety of different spells, but tends to use a lot of pretty illusions that don’t really do anything. Air is his favourite element, and he can levitate and use telekinesis. Again, though, he mostly just uses these to show off. His major power is teleportation. He can conceivably be anywhere he likes in the blink of an eye.

History:
Amleth is cagy about his origins. If you ask him, he has always been the powerful but loony enigma he is now. But he was once an urchin living on the streets of Silrae. He considers himself fortunate that he managed to tap into his magic by the time he was six. In his teens he had learned enough to start making himself useful to the higher circles of society. He started to travel as he began to get a name for himself. He’s been wandering ever since, doing whatever interests him the most.
Most recently, the person who interests him most is the Queen of Saoirse. He has therefore allied himself with her at present. This will continue until they tire of one another. Or until one of them betrays the other. Either way.

Up For Love? Yes

Other: Amleth has been around getting into other peoples business for awhile. If anyone needs backstory padding and wants to involve him, I’m game.

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Name: Blanche Van Alstyne
Age: 24
Gender: female
Race: Human
Rank Princess
Allegiance: Midir, though that's as far as it goes and it's a loose allegiance. Most of the time, she abides by her own rules and not Midir's status quo.

Appearance: Blanche is rather slight and small, about 5'3 and weighing at about 110 pounds. Her hair, which is a honey-blond colour, is often in ringlets and bedecked in jewels or some other hair ornaments, merely because she is, well, a princess. She has high cheekbones, large grey-blue eyes (but a little more blue than grey), thin lips and despite how small and thin she appears, she's normally healthy, as presented by a healthy pink skin tone. She does have a small white line (a scar) running along her jaw-line about the length of a thumb, though nobody knows where it came from since Blanche refuses to confess.

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Personality: If one were to describe Blanche in one word, it would be 'ambitious'. Blanche is all about ambition, success and recognition. When Blanche sets her mind to something, it's set in stone - she will not back down. Her stubbornness applies to everything she believes spiritually, morally and ethically. She does, however, abide by basic ethics and though sometimes she may come off as egotistical and arrogant, she will not push her beliefs on others. In that sense, she is respectful of the thoughts of others. This does not mean that she won't be up for a lively debate or civil argument. It only means she will not force or intimidate others into what she thinks is right. Due to her overwhelming ambition and almost obsessive craving for success, Blanche prefers to work for herself.

Blanche is frequently doubtful of others which usually enables her of having a seemingly sour and/or discontent spirit. She often is "closed-off", per say, from others except some select few. She appears to immediately jump to a pessimistic conclusion about others in the way they are personably or their first impression of her. This may result in people feeling deterred as to wanting to be sociable with the Princess. On the contrary, once Blanche learns to understand and know someone, she is loyal and virtually a trustworthy and reliable person.

There are very few times when Blanche may seem simply content or happy. She tends to over-think which probably cause a lot of her social issues. As mentioned previously, she does possess respect for others so though she may seem stiff and cold, she really does care.

Flaws/Weaknesses: Blanche doesn't have many physical weaknesses since she's not very athletic or strong in the first place. The main place for weaknesses within her is at the center of her much flawed personality. It is usually Blanche's arrogance and egotistical attitude that becomes her downfall. Though having a rather low self-esteem around people, it is quite the opposite when her ambitions become blinding. Being an egoist and naturally arrogant person, when Blanche needs to make decisions, she may think more of herself and the present rather than others and the future consequences. She is rash when making decisions if she's found in a position where her arrogance takes over (more than often). She is prone to make mistakes when doing rash things.

Power/s: None

History: to be finished

Up For Love? Yes, though you better be prepared for one outspoken princess.

Other: Despite the fact horses are rather popular with royals, Blanche is utterly terrified of the creatures due to the fact she fell off one when she was little and broke her ankle.

Queen Nae

Name: Naerdiel Van Alstyne (Born; Zora Darcy)
Age: Appears to be about 19 although she’s close to 2 centuries old.
Gender: Female
Race: Sorceress
Rank Queen of Midir, (Raised amongst commoners)
Allegiance:Firstand foremost, herself but she also answer to the Queen of Saoirse

Appearance: With her long, dark curls, porcelain skin and somewhat taunting smile Naerdiel is considered immensely beautiful. One gaze into her mesmerizing, sapphire eyes and any man would be lost. She has got a fragile bone structure with neat limbs and pale skin; she’s of average height, maybe a few inches above and of light weight. She likes to dress exclusively in fancy dresses and expensive jewellery. Scarlett-red is her favourite colour and often wears both lipstick and nails in this shade.



Personality: Despite having fooled the king into thinking she’s a sweet little girl with nothing but good intensions Naerdiel is far from innocent. She’s good at putting up façades and being an excellent liar is only one of her many talents. Her life has always required that she keep her game-face on and so she’s aware that the fact that she’s reckless and somewhat cruel is traits she should keep secret as well as her fondness of pursuing the act of lying and deceiving.

She does, all though, have a few good qualities, one of them being her great ability to understand people. Due to this she can appear to be quite sympathetic and though some find her calming voice and incredibly précis guesses a bit scary there are those who are mesmerized by it.

Naerdiel may find a little too much pleasure in seeing people suffer on her behalf but she’s not by nature evil and if it came to it, she would (maybe not gladly but still) be willing to make a few sacrifices in order to save someone she cared about (even though there are extremely few people that fit that description)

Naerdiel enjoys power, she likes to be in full control and it gives her a certain amount of thrill to have people worship at her altar and follow her commands. Naturally, being helpless and disrespected is one of the things that frustrate her the most and being embarrassed and stripped off her power is like being stabbed in the back – painful and lethal. Her greatest fear is to return to where she came from; a life amongst commoners, being one in the crowd, not special in any way.

Flaws/Weaknesses: Naerdiel is desperate for attention, she wants to be worshipped and recognized but this makes her quite impatient and reckless – her constant surge for power drives her to do things without thinking and thus trying to be above it all she sometimes end up being the one deceived.

Power/s: Naerdiel is a sorceress and so she inhabits a few extraordinary gifts, her most developed one being the ability to completely change her appearances to look however she likes. Other powers include such as being an excellent liar together with being good at detecting lies.

History: Having grown up amongst commoners while born with the gifts of a sorceress Naerdiel always felt as if though she did not belong. Where her family, peers and entire community rallied on in life as if all was well and were content with the lives they lived Naerdiel always strived for more. She set her goals up high and put all of her efforts into getting what she wanted. In the world she lived in, behaviour like that, wasn’t appreciated.

It wasn’t until she was 16 that she managed to break free from the life as just one in the crowds and leave her family-home. It was at that same time that she abandoned the name her parents had given her; Zora Darcy and started to mend a new identity for herself, Naerdiel. She spent a few years out on the streets where she learned a few tricks and also made a few allies, eventually she managed to climb her way upwards by luring one rich man to the other into wasting their wealth on her. She never got content enough though and after hearing about the death of the present Queen of Midir Naerdiel was determined that she would be the next woman to wear that crown.

She was assisted help from the Queen of Saoirse and the two of them formed an alliance where in return for the resources needed to have the King fall for her Naerdiel promised to provide the Queen with valuable inside information. After succeeding with her plan and accepting the crown Naerdiel quickly tired of being a spy though. She’s bothered by the fact that even though everyone appears to show her great loyalty their allegiance to the other queen is much stronger and if it came to it, Naerdiel fears that they would choose Demhara over her.

Her current mission is to find new allies and strap herself loose from the ropes that bind her to the Queen of Saoirse so that she can secure her own faith and make sure she never has to go back to where she from.

Up For Love? Well, she IS married... She also happens to be quite cold-hearted and even though she’s had a string of lovers she’s never felt any affection for any of them. If a miracle would happen and the right one would stumble across her path maybe her heart would melt but it’s highly unlikely and personally she consider herself as lone wolf.

Name: Cait Gorlois
Age: 27?
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Rank Marshall
Allegiance: Demhara

Appearance:

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Cait is tall and muscular, built like a typical warrior. He has the blond hair typical of people from Saoirse, which he wears long. He doesn’t like to fuss with his appearance and tends to wear armour whenever possible.

Personality:
Cait is your typical strong silent type. He rarely speaks unless spoken to, unless it’s to give orders those beneath him in rank. More than anything, Cait is deeply loyal to his queen.
He is fairly impatient, and likes to cut straight to the heart of things. Sometimes in a literal way. He prefers normal tactics and feats of strength. Magic makes him uneasy. Still, he is very determined. He is willing to carry out a task as thoroughly as possible, often ruthlessly.

Flaws/Weaknesses:
He’s awkward in social situations, and he has a bit of a temper. He can be truly brutal, but he doesn’t consider this a bad thing. He does, however, have a weakness for children. He sees them as innocent, and tries to spare them whenever possible, even if it conflicts with his priorities.

Power/s:
None. He’s a good fighter though.

History:
When Cait’s family lost a war with another clan, he was given a choice: join the victors willingly, or keep struggling against them. Cait chose to fight. Unfortunately, he was just a child, and was quickly overpowered. He spent years as a slave, seething at the loss of his freedom and future. Then Demhara came. She had him freed and trained as a warrior. He quickly rose through the ranks, becoming one of her best commanders when he was only in his teens. Now he is her right hand man, and would willingly do anything for the woman he feels he owes his life too.

Up For Love? Yes

Other: He is rarely referred to by his first name. He is almost always “Marshall”, “Gorlois” or “Marshall Gorlois”

Okay, we are starting. Those of you who do not have your profiles done, please finish them quickly so you can join! *looks at Triplet* Now, for our starting post! Let's see how it is with the king first, shall we?

Asardin Van Alstyne, King of Midir | Midiran Royal Palace:

Asardin Van Alstyne paced in front of the message kneeling on the floor in front of him. A small group of soldiers knelt beyond him--soldier he knew had ridden out with his son. In fact, his general was the one closet to him. The king was frowning and considering the report that they had just given him. His son was missing, and had been since after the Midiran army had clashed with the warrior clans of Saoirse. Asardin scowled, swinging back around towards the men before him.

“I am sorry, your majesty,” said the messenger after a glance at the General, “but we can’t find him. He disappeared without a trace, my lord. Many of us fear sorcery.” The man kept his gaze on the floor, and when the king looked at him for longer than a glance, he trembled. It was rare for someone to fear him, so Asardin settled him gaze on him for a long moment before looking away and sweeping a look over the others.

“Saorise,” the king murmured quietly, turning away again. The men kneeling in front of him exchanged glances--they seemed to understand; everything led back to the neighbouring kingdom of warriors. They weren’t surprised by that anymore, and neither was their king, apparently.

“Your orders, my lord?” asked the messenger, gently urging their king’s attention back towards them. Asardin turned back slowly and gave the kneeling man a considering look, before glancing past them again. Tense silence descended for a long moment before Asardin sighed and turned away again.

Asardin didn’t reply, spending another long moment pacing and frowning before he turned back to the group of soldiers still waiting on him. He studied each one of the men before him carefully for a moment before he sighed again and shook his head.

“General, do not engage the Saoirites,” Asardin finally said, his frown deepening. “We must watch them and see what they do, what they want. Obviously the Saoirite Queen wants something from us, and we must find out what.” The general nodded and waited, along with everyone else. The king turned away again, musing. “Dismissed,” he announced distractedly.

The men all stood, and the general led the way out of the room, the messenger trailing after the soldiers a little uncertainly. Suddenly, the king turned back. The small group of soldiers hesitated.

"Ser Kaiyan," the king called out and the main in question glanced towards the older man. "Could you come here. We have something to discuss." Ser Kaiyan stepped forward and the soldiers,after one last glance at the general, all moved towards the door, leaning the two men alone in the room.

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Maverick/Sage Adelfan | Midiran Royal Palace:

Unbeknownst to the king and his subjects, Sage was hovering right in front of him, listening to every word the group said, which wasn’t much at all, really. The king knew the prince was missing now--that was something Sage was sure his Mistress would like to know. Sage smirked, liking how the king’s gaze moved straight over him and past him, as if looking through him--which was what the king was doing, really. Sometimes it paid off well to be invisible.

Sage restrained himself, swiftly hopping out of the way as a soldier approached the king. Aaah, he thought, smiling smugly to himself as he listened in on their conversation. Now this is something interesting that I can report back to my Mistress! He really liked that idea. And so after having listened in on the conversation, Sage skipped off out of the room, slowly merging back into the visible spectrum of sight. It was time to find Naerdiel and let her in on the secret.

He found her in her rooms, being attended to by four maids and a young girl who hovered around in the corner of the Midiran Queen’s room. Sage grinned childishly, knocked and then argued with the maid who answered the door for a moment before she gave in and disappeared inside the room. He just skipped right on into the room, singing a tune the little girl was sure to recognise (it was an old Midiran Lullaby, something along the lines of “in wings that beat for a thousand years, and in the light of a thousand tears, they bring unto me a thousand fears, which slumber beneath the Ancient Spears,” though the words weren’t exactly in Midiran--or Saoirite, either), without waiting for a reply.

Naerdiel looked up upon his entry to the room and smiled slightly. “Lord Adelfan,” she said, clearly unimpressed yet amused with his rather abrupt and arrogant way of entering her rooms. Sage just grinned that childish grin at her and bowed. “What brings you here, Little Sage?”

Sage smiled brightly and straightened up, puffing out his chest as if he had something to prove--either that, or he was proud of himself. The Midiran Queen just kept smiling at him while the maids cowered and the little girl started crying. “I bring news, Aunty,” was all he said. Naerdiel’s smile brightened.