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The great Kingdom of Phebbira has become the great Nation of Phebbira. Seemingly overnight, the great King Astuba has united all nine Kingdoms of the land into one monarchy under his singular control. The people rejoice. However, none of the nobles are sure - and all too afraid - to ask how the great King achieved this spectacular feat. Previous Kings and Queens walk the halls with their heads down, faces pale, mouths silent. However, before the nobles could think to rebel, a mysterious plague befalls the land and all the heads of the major households seem to suffer its arrival, leaving only their children behind the rule the lands.
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Spoiler! :
Name: Keala Braiden
Age: 24
Gender: female

Kingdom: Choessi
Allies: Kedalissi, good friends with Legayc

Appearance:Image
small/medium height, toned, tanned

Personality: Proud and headstrong, used to charge into situations without really thinking, takes time to think things through now, but when she gets angry, she's likely to disregard that. Still naive, and isnt completely sure about what she's doing with Choessi and its army, but patriotic to a fault. Puts everything into trying to keep the navy afloat and Choesso working properly. Doesn't necessarily take the best care of herself.


History: Born to a rich family which knew the value of knowing the people's hearts, Keala has never been very removed from the general populace, bit found it hard to be surrounded by them after her parents died. Brought up practically living on ships and having joined the navy as soon as possible, as is tradition, she knows her way around a ship and how to take care of herself. Makes her a little cocky.

Other: 2 younger brothers : Mikhail http://data.whicdn.com/images/32748917/large.jpg and Aithan http://www.inyourbones.net/wp-content/u ... Ethan2.jpg



Keala Braiden | Choessi


Keala lay on the prow of the ship, her legs dangling into the empty space below. It was where she came to think, to be away from everything that she had to do, everything that had happened. It was silent out on the water, even in the marina. No noise except those of the waves lapping against the side of the ship and the gulls spiralling above. She could almost believe everything was normal. Almost.

"Your Majesty!" A shrill voice called from the docks, urgent. She sat up, eyes wide as she stared at the man across the water.

"What? What's wrong?" She started to stand, acutely aware that it could be something important. She lived with that every day.

"Please descend from there immediately!" She sighed, relief loosening her chest. "It is completely improper!" Nothing was wrong. No one was dying. "How did you even get there?"

"I swam." The Queen's Wind sat in the center of the marina, far from the other ships. She had yet to have the name changed, and was reluctant to do so until forced. The homage to her mother seemed too sentimental to get rid of. It would be ridding the world of another part of her.

Without a second thought, she plunged into the water and swam back to shore, retrieving the pile of clothes from the quayside. The attendant spluttered, outraged. She tugged the loose shirt and trousers over her wet underclothes, not caring that the water quickly seeped through to the dry material. Pulling her sash tight around her hips and waist, she slid into her soft canvas shoes and looked expectantly at the attendant, who had fallen mute in horror.

"Don't look at me like that, it'll dry fast." She started to walk towards the town, then stopped and turned back to look at him straight in the eye. "You can't call me Majesty, you know that." Turning on her heel, she entered the city, the flustered man hot on her heels. They had established long ago that having guards in the city showed mistrust of the citizens - her citizens now.

Walking through the town was the closest she could get to assessing how well Choessi was going without actually requesting someone to do it. Her lips tightened infinitesimally as she walked, taking in the marks of poverty that had gradually been creeping in since King Astuba had taken over. Selling out their services had been much more profitable than being forced to provide them. They were lacking money, and the island was starting to feel it.

It was with a slight feeling of guilt, therefore, that she approached her home. It was soon dispelled by a small tanned body hurtling itself at her as fast as its little legs could carry it.

"Kee!" Mikhail's little arms wrapped around her hips, and she lifted him into the air.

"Mikhail! My little cub, what have you been up to today?" He wrapped his arms around her neck, burying his head into her shoulder. "Mikhail, what's wrong?"

"I miss Mama." The simple words dropped lead into her stomach and she held him closer.

"I know, sweetling. I miss her too." He stayed still for a few moments before wriggling free and running back across the lawn.

"Aiai wanted to talk!" He called, disappearing around the edge of the building. After a few seconds, she saw a lean man run after him, his guard. She would never recover if she lost either of her brothers, after losing her parents.

She entered the house , waving away the small crowd of the defunct court which swarmed to meet her. Aithan approached, still clad in his navy uniform. She took in the scowl twisting his face and his low brow and sighed, changing her course to one of the quieter rooms at the edge of the house.

"Aith-"

"We need to change things."

"Aithan, I-"

"You're not doing enough. How could you just let people starve?"

"Aithan."

"You're just letting him walk all over you, like Mum and Dad did." snap Her hand cracked across his face.

"Aithan Braiden, you take that back right now. Our parents did everything they could for Choessi, and I am doing all I know. I am doing my best." Her voice shook as she stabbed a finger towards the city, visible through a small window. "You think it doesn't tear me apart to see our people like that? We weren't brought up like that."

He looked at her with wide eyes. Their fights had become more common since their parents had died, but she had never slapped him. She returned his stare, then turned on her heel.

"I'm leaving. I wanted to tell you that."

"What? You can-"

"You said it. Things need to change here. We need more allies. More money. So I'll go and sort that out."

"I'll go. You're needed here."

"You can take care of it. The attendants will help you." She snapped, trailing their argument through the house. She didn't care if the other lords and ladies saw. "See if you can do a better job than me."

"Kee!" He grabbed at her arm, turning her to look at him. "I didn't mean it that way."

"I don't care." Yanking her arm out of his grasp, she snapped the room to her apartment shut, blocking out the sound of Aithan's voice. She didn't want to hear it right at that moment.

It hurt that even her own brother didn't think she was doing enough, when she was doing everything she could without leaving Choessi. In truth, she was terrified of leaving, terrified that something terrible might happen when she wasn't there. She was scared that something might happen to Aithan or Mikhail or her if she left. She didn't want to leave Choessi without a ruler again.

It was with those thoughts that she called an attendant and told him to prepare for a trip to the continent.


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Spoiler! :
Name: Adramar Wen
Age: 25
Gender: Male

Kingdom: Ardowen
Allies: Sevaeth, Mirendairth, Legayc

Appearance:
Image

Standing at about six feet tall, Adra is a walking ray of sunshine. He has a tall, slim build and was never one for working out except his mandatory training, so not bulky. Because he grew up in the Finance capital of the Kingdom, he has a flare for fancy things like golden head wraps so his wardrobe is filled with extravagances and accessories. Actually, he is mostly decked in nothing but accessories. It is not uncommon to see him walking around bare chested with nothing but golden chains and a pair of trousers on (when weather permits of course).

Personality: Doesn't worry nearly as much about things he should worry about. Care-free. Happy. Smart but unmotivated. Does his work quickly - and only when pestered about it - so that he can go and skip around town for the rest of the day. A ladies man. Spends too much money at the brothel. Flirty. Charasmatic. Charming. However, that was before King Astuba came to rule, before his parents died. Now he has a harder, more sarcastic and violent side to him.


History: He was born rich and will probably die rich just like every other noble child. His parents were as loving as they knew to be, and even though most of Adra's life was spent without his parents away doing business, he still loves them more than anything or anyone. Because he was a sickly child groing up - not uncommon in Ardowen - he spent a lot of time inside with his books and toys. Eventually branched out into making friends but now has a love of being alone because of it. All peacful times, brothel houses, and fancy wear.

Other: *hair flip*


Adramar Wen | Ardowen


The goblet slammed down onto the table, tottered, and then fell on its side, spilling all of its contents onto the floor. Before it could fall, Adramar swiped it up only to smash the cup himself, scattering fragments of jewels and gold across the tavern - leave it up to Adra to bring his own mug to a bar. Chaos ensued as proud, working men lunged on the floor to get a hand around a small fortune, any little bit helped in preparation for winter, or maybe the wife could use a token of appreciation; either way, blood was spilled. With a flair only used by the dramatic and the drunk, the young ruler rose from his chair and asserted himself atop the table, voice booming.

"You call that mead?! I've had tastier shit out of your mom's left tit!"

Staven, Adra's guard, was apologizing to Fendrel since before Adramar even ordered his first drink, but it would take all the patience in the world to deal with being the butt of Adramar's drunken ranting throughout the entire night. Now, the chorus of laughter far over-powered the sound of fighting from the ground.

"If'a wanted cow piss in my mouth, I'd make out with yer sister!"

"Lord Adramar, please come down from there!"

The man deserved a medal of honor for holding out as long as he did, so when the red-faced owner locked eyes with Staven from across the room, the guard merely bowed his head. In a flash, Fendrel was over the counter and charging at Adramar with a broomstick in his hand screaming something in a language no one knew. Staven allowed him one good whack at the Lord before intervening and holding the man back.

Adramar reeled at the blow to his face and fell in a heap onto the floor. The tavern went silent for the barest hint of a second before being filled again with laughter and then encouraging chants of "A!Dra!Mar! A!Dra!Mar!" as Adra jumped to his feet and tackled both Staven and Fendrel to the ground. A typical morning in Ardowen. Arda called it "keeping up relations with the common folk".

By the time he stumbled out of the tavern, Adra was busted black and blue from his generous Lordly work, but no feelings were hurt over the matter and he left with a smile slapped onto his face.

"See ya tomorrow, my Lord! And you, Staven."

"Thank you for your generosity this day, Fendrel."

"And the cow piss," Adra added sloppily.

"Anytime boys."

-~-


Midday hangovers were nothing new to Adramar, not since his parent's deaths. Every beat of his heart was accompanied with a throbbing in his head, but hangover or not, there he sat on the council, trying his best not to throw up, fall asleep, or die.

"-do anything! The Apothecaries are reaching their limit! Something must be done about this sickness. And meanwhile our great and noble ruler nods off during meetings!"

At that, Adra picked his head off the table, only to have it slump back down again.

"What are you doing about this, my Lord," the man continued.

"All that I can, Walter, I assure you."

The plump councilman laughed harshly.

"Yes, getting up before the farmers and drinking your way into a stupor before breakfast constitutes as help, yes! Perfect solution to our countries crisis, your Majesty!"

He spat the word like poison, and though Adra would never give even the smallest hint of it, the words burned like poison as well. Instead, his face screwed up in anger and, despite the pounding in his skull, Adra rose to his feet.

"What more would you have me do, Walter? I have been allowing them money from the bank on a near daily basis to afford the materials they need to treat my people. I have sent letters to all of the seven kingdoms and even Phebbira asking for help! Should I don an apron myself and prance through the streets handing out elixirs?"

"Yes! That's a great idea. Anything would be a step up from spending your days in that hell hole of a whore house you seem to call home! Your parents would be proud!"

"Don't you dare speak on my parents! Don't you fucking dare, you overfed swine! I think you forget who it is you're talking to! I could have you executed before nightfall! Staven, please escort Sir Walter out of the hall. I think he needs sometime to find his tongue."

With a groan, Adramar fell back into his seat.

"And the rest of you, leave me. Council will reform tomorrow."

--

Later, in his bedchambers, Adra lay face down on his bed. Nightfall was steadily approaching and since the meeting he hadn't done much other than what was currently occupying him. When the door opened he didn't even stir.

"Adra, are you okay?"

"Yeah..."

"You've got a letter, from Choessi."

"Read it to me."

"Adra, you've got to be kidd-"

A loud, steady groan from the acting ruler of an entire Kingdom cut him off. Of course, he was only joking, but pestering Stevan was one of his favorite past times. The guard smiled and sat down next to his long time friend.

"Here, idiot."

Lord Adramar Wen,

I write to you to inform you of my arrival in Huoen within the following weeks, along with some nobles of Choessi. The reason for my visit may be discussed upon arrival.

Sincerely,

Lady Keana Braiden
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Keala Braiden | Ardowen


For the love of the storm gods she hated travelling by land. And even more so by carriage. The repetitive bump thump of the wheels on rocks and lumps of earth were more than nauseating, jolting her spine every few seconds. She would prefer riding all the way there and having no legs left to speak of than sitting in the infernal contraption for more than a couple of hours. But sit there she did, because otherwise she would never hear the end of it from the council, trailing behind her in several carriages of their own. It had been hard enough convincing them to share the carriages, she didn't want to know what they might have said about travelling by horse.

Sinking down on the padded bench, she groaned. The girl on the other side of the carriage looked at her, concerned.

"Keala? What's wrong?"

"I want my ship back, Noelani. I hate the mainland."

The red-head's eyes sparkled with amusement. She was one of the few people who valued Keala as a friend, despite her ruling Choessi. After a few moments, she came and sat on the bench next to Keala, patting her lap.

"Come here." Keala lay down, smiling up at Noelani as the other girl stroked her hair gently.

"I don't know how I'd stay sane without you, Noe. You're such a good friend."

"Just shut up until you feel better, you sea loving idiot." There was no sign of irritation in her voice. Kea chuckled and closed her eyes, soon falling into a light sleep.

~~~


She woke up as Noelani shook her shoulder slightly, signalling that they were arriving at the first stop point. Sitting straight upright, she passed a hand through her hair, smoothing it down with a sly glance at Noelani. The other girl rolled her eyes. Through the window, they could see a large house, set back from the rest of the city and in its own grounds.

The carriage jerked to a halt, and Keala was on her feet, opening the door and stepping out as fast as she could. She made it a few steps before turning and bolting back inside the carriage, lifting up the seat to find a cloak.

"For the love of the sun, it's freezing out there." Noe just laughed at her, having put on a cloak before even thinking about going outside.

"Lady Keala." A low voice called from from the path. Kea finished clasping her cloak together, then turned and stepped out of the carriage once more. A small, mousy man stood on the cobblestones, a small retinue of servants gathered behind him, ready to take their minimal luggage. "It's an honour to welcome you to my home tonight." He finished with a short bow.

"I thank you for hosting us," she responded with a slight nod of the head, the formal words feeling clumsy in her mouth. "We shall try to be of as little impediment as possible."

The man's eyes darted to the men guarding her carriage, then back to her. His throat bobbed once, twice, before he opened his mouth. "I would reccomend, Lady Keala, that your guards do not go into the town for the duration of your stay."

She narrowed her eyes at him, unsure as to what he was trying to say.

"We're experiencing a... minor outbreak of sorts. Nothing serious, but it would be a shame for your men to fall ill."

"Indeed." She replied, turning to the captain of her guard, her mind turning to the mention of illness. She couldn't exactly remember what the other fallen monarchs had died off, but she had some memory of one of the causes being disease. She pushed the thought of her parents' death away, and returned her attention to the owner of the grand house. "They'll be informed." It was a silent message to the captain behind her, also captain of the Queen's Wind, though still under her command.

There was a murmured "Yes, ma'a- m'lady." from the captain, and the lord inclined his head gratefully. He gestured for her to follow him into the house and she did so, Noe trailing behind her.
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Adramar Wen | Ardowen



It was not the best of mornings. There had been better, and worse, but the day was young. Still, his expectations were low. Already his bones creaked as he moved and his hair fell limp onto his face. He'd arisen long before the sun and even now, as it crept into completion, he sat hunched over at his desk, papers strewn all over the room. Ink stained fingers smudged his pale face as he ran his hands up and through his hair to stop and grip it there. He wanted to scream, but could hear Staven attempting to be a secret outside of his bedroom door. However, he wanted to scream, and so did.

The door opened and he couldn't be bothered to stop.

"How does one acquire and die from an illness no one has ever heard of in a span of twenty-four hours," he yelled, every syllable rasping - tearing - through his throat.

Staven rushed to his friend's side and gathered him in his arms, or tried, because Adra broke away instantly. Eyes nearly red, he turned and seized Staven by the throat and pined him to the wall behind him. The young knight's hands came up in defense as his face softened.

"Adramar, you nee-"

"All of them. Dead... ..."

His grip relaxed, though he did not let go, just let his hand rest there. His eyes starred far off into something he couldn't see, or wished he couldn't see.

"Drowned?" He laughed. "You expect me to believe the great rulers of Choessi, the best seamen to have ever graced water, drowned. Just one day... They just got sick... One day..."

"I understand that you are upset, but- But! you must pull yourself together. Please. We will have guests soon. I will get you a bath ran, clean this mess up, and then we'll get breakfast."

Adra just shook his head, eyes sad now instead of crazed, which was probably worse - he couldn't tell. He turned away and shuffled to his bed as if he was wounded. As if something hurt.

"You don't... ... That's okay."

Adra watched as Staven shuffled, started to speak, stopped, and then slowly walk out. He called something along the lines of "I will find you" and closed the door behind him. Adramar sighed and fell backwards onto the paper and the ink and the cups and did not care. He closed his eyes to rest, but did not sleep. Still, he felt his muscles relax and breathed low and deep. Soon, sleep cradled him.

-~-


He awoke to Staven's face hovering above his, the knight's ears were red-tipped and his lips in a tight line.

"You're officially late, my lord. Straight to the bath."

Adra sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, a tired frown turning his mouth. After taking the time to stretch and yawn, he finally looked at his personal guard and saw a giant bruise on his left eye, as well as a swollen lip.

"Hell happen to ya," he slurred.

"You happened to me. A thank you for trying to make sure you were going to actually function like a proper lord today."

"Jeez, calm down. I'm sorry."

"You are not sorry yet, with respect, my lord. To the bath."


-~-

His hair was still wet. That much was obvious as he finally made his way into the throne room. He could feel Walter glaring at him but bothered to turn to him anyway, just to see the look on his face. Enraged. Possibly a state past that. Adra smiled and turned the expression to the entire room.

"We gather to welcome Lady Keala Braiden to Ardowen. She is our honored guest during her stay.

He came to a stop on a short, dark-haired woman stood in front of the throne. She did a small bow and took a small step closer. Adra raised his eyebrow and grinned lazily as he watched.

"Honor to meet you, Lord Wen."

"And the same to you, Lady Braiden."

Adra bowed in reply then gestured for them all to follow him to the conference room. Once everyone was sat, Adra relaxed back into his chair and sighed.

"Okay now, what brings you to our fine Kingdom, my lady? How's the weather treating you?"

Even then, he gathered his robes around himself, colored gold and white and blue. The silk clung in some places to his damp skin and his wet hair was contained mostly under a silk headband wrapped around it. Everyone in the room starred, he simply smiled broadly at Keala and awaited reply.
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