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Post by Raven on Apr 14, 2020 21:36:28 GMT -5
Name: Sidara Easton
The world was in complete oblivion. Thick red smog covered the skies - blocking the sun, the stars, the moon. It had been this way for 2 entire years. So much that all that lived - perished away. Trees collapsed into dead hallow skeletons, the flowers shriveled away - and all of the life that thrived from this soon passed. The world became a wasteland, where even wind and nature was scarse.
All that remained where the giant mech cities - that were once bustling glories of magic and mech. Though now they were doing anything to sustain life - cultivating what little plants they could for survival, indoors, and creating synthetic foods from magic and matter. The world was dying.
Two years ago it wasn't this at all. It was a beautiful glory of knowledge, and efficiency. The cities were combinations of magic and gears - working in tandem for maximum effort. Magic was on the rise, and science followed its trails. The Great Scholars built amazing schools of Magic, and the world dove into the unknown.
Though - the nature of humanity brought forth greed. There were always rules, since magic was found, to keep humans from pushing their boundaries. Reaching into the unknown magics - which often consumed the soul. It was a tricky line to hobble - but over time humanity pushed it further and further. They broke over the boundaries when they discovered how to harvest the powers of the 'Earthwardens'. This was a rare kind of race who were initially born from the Lifesource itself.
The Lifesource was exactly that, the magic of all magics. It lives within the Earth, and it was brought it to be so. All kinds of magics was born of the Lifesource, Dark, Light, the elements came true, and all the remaining - came together to formulate the Earth itself. The Earthwardens were those who could tap into the Lifesource, the protectors of the Earth, to ensure the balance between all magics to bring harmony. This was not even their creed - it was the instinctual nature. Though, when humanity discovered how to use science and magic together - they found out how to tap into this life source, by draining it from the Earthwardens.
The Magic-Mech cities came into fruition. The ability to create something out of nothing began. Harvesting of the world, and magic, became the goal, to grow something bigger - better, and stronger. Greed fueled this Era - until it came to a screeching halt.
One man - Killian Harvsgold - the last Earthwarden known to live. He had stayed hidden - studied his magic in solitary. Until he discovered something beyond. His Quest - to take back what is his birthright - the Earth itself. He would rant that humanity had destroyed it, killed the Earth and his people... which it had. His instinct to protect this world - was to destroy everything in it.
It puzzled her at first - how this came to be, though over time she figured it out. One drunk evening, they sat over a victorious destruction of a rebel army. She asked him - How did the Oblivion become his? He smirked and leaned back, his cheeks pink and rosey. He told her. The Oblivion was a gift - from the God of Cosmos. He had stretched beyond his Earthen rights, and reach into the Cosmos it self. The ultimate source of life which held the planets together in a string of being. He said he had called upon a being and it answered - he called him 'Tyrion of Cosmos'. The God claimed to be the being that made it all happen, though to her - it sounded like the Devil himself.
Tyrion offered Killian the greatest power he could, his army of astrosities and the power behind it. With that he covered the Earth, to snuff out life, and flexed this power to hunt and kill - vengence for his people. It was only a matter of time until the Earth was rid of everything, and he would bring life back, and rule as their single provider.
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"Sidara" A voice spoke - the deep hum of a man. A woman stepped forward, her boots clicking on the beautifully polished tile floor. Her hues glanced about - she stood in the great hall of a castle. It had huge columns - decorated to the finest detail... Marble walls with textures of color that gleaned brightly. "Have you brought what I have asked for?"
"Yes" she smirked. She shifted her cape to her side, the golden chain taught across her chest as she did. She reached for her leather pouch and pulled a glowing blue orb out. It swirled with an unknown magic.
"How I wonder where you found it..." he smiled and slowly stepped forward. He wore a tailored suit, his hair lick back neatly, and had a thick lush beard, trimmed daily. He plucked the orb from her hand and approached the center of the room... There was a golden dragon resting in the middle. It was a little bigger than the man himself, but there was something magic about it.
The dragon had its wings wrapped around its body, his scaled tail curled around its legs. It was wincing it appeared, in its frozen nature. Its head reared upward, as if to blow out fire... Two sockets for eyes - which one eye held a blue orb already. The man was going to place the remaining in the socket now.
"The Dragon God" he smirked and paused, drawing in the moment. "We've been talking of this..." he leaned his head back and took in a long breath. The Dragon was a God indeed. Dragons were also a kind of Earthwarden, more powerful than the human like species. Equally hunted... They are what breathed life over the rocky soil of the Earths crust, says the texts at least. His plan was to resurrect it, as it was held in a state of petrification - a magic to help save the dragon hundreds of years ago, as they were hunted and bled. Once the orb was placed into the eye, both existing - the Dragon was come to life - and he would taint it, controlling it for his bidding. The final step to destroying the rest of humanity, and reviving life under his hand.
Sidara pulled an item from her pouch. It was like a pen - at the top - a red button. "Fuck you, Killian" she pressed the button suddenly.
The orb exploded with fierce power. It was so powerful that the dragon had shattered into a million golden flakes. Killain was thrown back so harshly - that he hit a column and it cracked against his back.
Sidara quickly drew her blade - in her hand a glowing fire orb float above her palm. There was a shout of anger, Killian hit the tile floor and stood. "How dare you" he sucked in a breath. "You are all I had left" he shook his head. "I was going to have you along my side" he huffed. "I brought you up from nothing!!!" he pulled his own blade. His slicked back hair fell forward in a tossled mess, but his eyes shifted to a glowing red. "You have - broken my heart" he rushed forward then in a fit of rage.
They parried their blades and she was shoved back swiftly. She skid to a stop and thrust her fire forward - they shot three blazing red and blue flames forward. She then ran forward and they parried several times more. She jumped backwards, her feet glowing with her magic - she flipped twice and landed a bit away. Her hand thrust forward and several glowing purple beams shot forward. One tagged Killian by the shoulder and pinned him against the marbled wall.
She appeared before him and thrust her blade into his gut. "You didn't do shit" she spoke through her own teeth. It was then that Killian began to laugh. His body suddenly vanished and he stood behind her.
"Everything I gave you - gone to waste" he gripped the back of her neck and suddenly pinned her against the wall. He gripped her throat and held her up. With a flick of his wrist - a portal appeared. Within it was a swirling mass, like a whirlpool of colors. "Its okay darling, I forgive you" he suddenly slung her body through the portal.
He stepped back then and took in a breath... "The nether" he chuckled, as if someone was listening. "Time fixes everything" he held his hands out. The thousands of golden pieces reformulated into the dragon, the cracked column had been mended. He turned his gaze then to the door - to which it opened. "Sidara" he smiled. "Have you brought what I've asked?"
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Falling through that portal - was like nothing she had felt before. She had felt pain and suffering, but this was nothing like that. This was empty, a void, like that space in time when all the air gets knocked from you - and you haven't quite taken a breath yet, its just empty. That feeling in your body.
It took time - but she came to. Her eyes slowly opened, a blurry mess it was. She looked to the blue sky... the puffy white clouds amongst it. The sound of birds in the distance sang happily, a frolicking sound. She sucked in a breath, her lungs filling happily with fresh air... where was she? She hadn't seen this world in so long...was she dead?
Slowly she sat up and found herself in a field of flowers - yellow, white, thick and all around. Life... surrounding her. She smiled - and then she finally glanced around. She peered to the castle - it was as beautiful as she could remember it. The castle - she knew the name, she was just in it. Though the more she tried to recall it - the further away it went. The memory of everything moments ago slowly vanished, as if stolen from her... She gripped her head - where was she? How did she get here? Where.
She stood then, stumbling slightly. Her memories fading, she was trying to recall it. The darkness of the skies. The laughter of Killian. The last thing she could remember - was standing in the middle of a pile of men, covered in blood. The words "Good job" whispered behind her...
But why? She stumbled forward, heading towards this castle - the only thing that seemed familiar to her, but she couldnt remember why.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Apr 15, 2020 9:46:21 GMT -5
 Princess Azelyn Maddox of Kingdom OsreyBefore the oblivion things were different. The Lifesource to the earth was untouched. Plants thrived. Earthwardens were something that the humans knew nothing of. Magic, was something that...didn’t exist. Not to the extent that it did in the future. Magic was something so rare that the kings of the kingdoms held it in high regard. One of the most powerful kingdoms of this time was the kingdom of Orsey. It lay nestled within a mountain valley, the castle was perched against the backside of a beautiful mountain range. It made the kingdom hard to attack. The soldiers could see attackers from miles away from their towers upon the walls of the city. The noble king Maddox was a man that fought for the strength that his kingdom upheld. But of course, with great power….great responsibility would follow. The young king was faced with a war when his father passed. He was faced with tough times that were unprecedented. The kingdom was under attack and he had to do something to free his people from such dangers. Thus, the war with the elves began. It was a war that would last over three decades before it would finally dwindle down and fizzle out. Orsey came out victorious, though not without lives lost. That was the harsh reality of war. Within a field a young woman knelt upon her knees. She wore a beautifully tailored black dress, her hair was a tasseling white blonde, her eyes were like ice. Her skin was fair as could be. She placed a bouquet of roses upon a grave. Many graves stood before her. This was the graveyard of those whom had died in the war that had suddenly come to a halt. Hundreds of stones lay neatly within the grid of the cemetery. All in memoir of those lost. The woman wore a beautiful tiara upon her head with blue jewelry and silvery swirls of metal, the colors of her kingdom. She reached forward with a careful hand and her fingertips touched the helmet that rest over the top of the gravestone. “Princess.” A voice spoke in a rushed tone. “Princess Azelyn, I’ve just received word from the king. We must return to the castle at once.” The young woman turned her gaze to the soldier that approached her, he wore a full suit of armor that held blue and silver designs upon it. “But….we’ve only just arrived.” She glanced to the graveyard with sad eyes. Her fingertips still rest upon the helmet of the grave that she placed the flowers upon. “Yes, I understand, but we are not safe. The elves have returned.” He ushered her to the carriage. “Come on then.” He helped her climb inside. “Returned?” The princess questioned. “No it can’t be.” She let out a breath, it had been nearly six months since the final battle. They hadn’t so much as seen an elf near Orsey. “There must be a mistake, captain.” “Princess. This is for your own safety.” He spoke as he closed the door and climbed upon the carriage. With a quick slap of the reins and a yell of his voice they began to trot off toward the castle. ** A group of soldiers on patrol spotted the figure laying within the flowers. Their lieutenant climbed down from his horse. He was swift as he approached. “Halt.” His voice was strong as he drew his sword. “On your knees.” Another of his soldiers came up from the other direction and swiftly gave a quick kick to the back of the woman’s knees to bring her down. The soldier stood with his sword at her throat. “You do not belong in Orsey.” He spoke his eyes looked over her clothing. It was like nothing he’d ever seen before. But the elves had their ways of deception. “Lieutenant, should we inform the captain?” One of the men questioned. “Yes, yes of course.” The lieutenant replied, he then smirked to the woman before him. “You’ve bought yourself a one way ticket to our dungeon.” He chuckled and then gave a nod. The soldier that stood behind the woman shifted and brought his elbow against her head harshly to wield her unconscious. “Very good. Package her up.” The lieutenant spoke as he glanced around, “We wouldn’t want to get caught in one of their traps.” ** The ride back to the castle was quick for Azelyn, she watched as they approached the courtyard of the castle. The people of Osrey looked upon them as they pulled behind the gates of the castle. When the carriage came to a stop Azelyn waited for her Captain to opened the door and when he did she climbed out carefully with his assistance. She was a small fragile looking thing. Her captain stood a head or so over her. “Did they speak of what became of the elves? How many were in our kingdom?” She turned her eyes to the knight. “The runner didn’t say much, princess. Come we must get you inside.” He ushered her forward toward the steps of the castle. Azelyn only gave a nod as she walked forward. Arguing with the captain and questioning him more wouldn’t get her anywhere. She knew that. Though as a commotion sounded from the gates of the castle Azelyn paused and turned. The thunderous rumble of horse hooves pounding against the cobblestone echoed through the courtyard. Azelyn felt the gentle tug upon her arm from the Captain but she did not move. Her eyes were dead set upon the woman that was placed on the front of the Lieutenant’s horse, she appeared unconscious, her hands were bound. “Just one?” She questioned, her voice was a mutter. “Princess.” The captain stepped in front of her view of the prisoner. “We must get you inside now. It is not safe here.” Azelyn looked up to the knight a moment as if she was to bolster the courage to tell him that his statement was incorrect. Though, after the short moment she turned and walked up the stairs and into the castle. Azelyn was rushed up to her quarters where the captain assured her that she would be safe. She let out a long breath as she moved to sit on the edge of her bed. If the elves had returned, why was there only one prisoner? Had her knights killed all of the others? Without a single casualty? That seemed highly unlikely. The elves were skilled in combat. They carried something miraculous about them, a connection to the earth spirit itself it seemed. ** The lieutenant slipped from his horse and gripped the woman by the rope that was tied around her wrists as he pulled her from the horse. He tossed her over his shoulder easily like a sack of potatoes. “Captain good to see you sir.” He bowed his head slightly. “This is the elf hm?” The Captain spoke as he walked along with the knight. “Yes, yes, we found her in the fields just at the edge of the kingdom. Luckily she seemed distracted by something.” The Lieutenant chuckled and then gave a smile. “Very well done.” The captain chuckled before he opened a door that led down into the dungeon of the castle. They wound down the spiral staircase. The air became humid and musty. The sound of sobs came from within the shadowy cells. “Here.” The captain spoke as he pulled open a door. He followed his Lieutenant in and they placed the woman in a chair that held straps upon the wrists and ankles. It would keep them safe from her for now at least. “I’ll inform the king.” The captain spoke his eyes looked to the woman again. “She doesn’t have the same clothing...” He drew his brows together slightly. “No. I noticed that as well.” The lieutenant spoke as he walked to the table and sat down in his own chair. A long sigh escaped over his lips. “If the elves are coming back, our numbers are still depleted...” He shook his head. “Our livestock has come down with an illness...soon enough we will be hunting for food if we do not offer the proper attention to our gods to make amends.” “Rhett.” The captain spoke up and shook his head. “King Maddox will handle this. We are safe. The princess is safe. You did the right thing.” The captain pat his shoulder before he slipped from the room. Lieutenant Rhett. He was one of the younger soldiers. A good sum of the older soldiers were injured or killed in the war. The captain was one of the few that had been around the regiments for the years of the war. Rhett stared to the woman his brow raised slightly as he stood and slipped from the room. He gathered a leather skin of fresh water and returned. Perhaps this elf knew something that would be helpful. They could stop the attack before it had the chance to begin... |
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Post by Raven on Apr 15, 2020 13:38:37 GMT -5
Sidara turned her gaze as figures came towards her. She couldn’t make them out in the glare of the sunlight, slowly she turned to see them. “Hello?” she questioned. “Oh thank the heavens, I –“ suddenly she was slammed by a shield and she fell limp to the ground.
“What an odd sword” a man spoke as he drew her blade from the sheath, he then tossed it ontop of the metal buggy. He then searched her for her dagger, removing all her accessories – her pouch. He opened it and his brows pulled together as his fingers plucked a golden coin out, turning it. “Have you ever seen a coin with this… person?” he handed it over as he sifted through her pouch. “What is… this?” he pulled out a golden pocket watch. He managed to open it and then his eyes grew big – watching the gears tick away. “A sun dial…but…?” he questioned. “Madness” he set the bag up top, tossing it into a brown sack.
Two men lifted her easily and tossed her into the metal cage – bars surrounding it – which sat on a buggy. The men surrounded the horse – and they trot towards the Kingdom.
Darkness was familiar to her. She did not dream in this state – honestly she rarely dreamt at all. Someone said to her that lack there of dreaming was often due to trauma, where the brain blocks the imagination – as all it could conjure was the greatest fears of the mind. She never knew if this was actually true, but it made sense. Her brain had blocked out chunks of her life – where it was forgotten. Out of sight – out of mind. Rather, her focus was always becoming stronger, it was the only real positive thing she had. She was powerful, she knew that much.
Next she woke – her head was slumped to the side. Muscles aching from such a terrible position. Her cloak had been ripped from her shoulders, she sat only in her black corset, and black pants. The rest of her clothing had been stripped away. Her vest and tunic, gloves, boots, all her belts… she hadn’t been so under-dressed in ages.
“Hm?” she slowly opened her eyes – soft green eyes looked outward. She was in a cell, she knew this much. Arms and legs bound… sitting in an old rickety chair, it had a bit of a wobble if she shifted her weight. Her eyes looked around – before her was a wooden door with bar slots at head height. After a long while – a man walked to the door.
“Shiet ven coor?” Sidara spoke in her native tongue. It wasn’t Elvish, it wasn’t Human either. She cleared her throat – looking to this man. “Who are you?” She finally spoke. Her voice was slightly broken, English was the secondary language of her people. She could speak it, but her accent was thick.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Apr 15, 2020 14:18:05 GMT -5
Rhett sat at the table quietly. His hazel eyes looked over the woman curiously for the longest time. He looked to her tipped ears and he felt a hate bubble within his chest. It would be hard for anyone to not have a hatred toward her, she was the enemy after all. There must be some reason for her to be in Osrey. He sifted through the bag of her items that his men had pulled off of her. He looked over the fine material of the cape, the fine stitching of her vest. He even looked over the golden coins and the strange sun dial that clicked along rhythmically. When she began to move Rhett lifted his eyes to her, he stood from the table and walked around it to lean his hips against it. His arms crossed over his armored chest. He had short brown chair that was the color of chestnut and a bit of stubble upon his chin that started sometime in the afternoon each day.
The words that came over her lips caused confusion to cross over his expression. He didn’t respond to the strange words, he’d never heard anything like it. Even elvish did not sound like that. Then when she spoke the broken words he raised a brow slightly. A smirk curved up his lips, “You think that you are the one that is going to be asking questions? You’re clearly not in any sort of position to be asking questions.” He had an amused grin upon his lips then. “I admire that you’ve asked though.” He grasped his chair and pulled it over so that he sat in front of her with the back of his chair facing her, his arms crossed over the top of the back of the chair. “You have a very interesting accent.” He spoke as he seemed to study her. “You do not sound like the Lothlorien elves. Not at all. What was that language?” He searched her eyes. “Why have you come to Osrey? Does your king plan another attack? Were to to spy upon our patrols?” His eyes searched hers as he spoke. He then seemed to ponder something a moment. “I am Rhett, the Lieutenant of the Noble King Maddox’s First Regiment of Kingdom Osrey.” He spoke the words as if he’d spoken them a thousand times. It was a title to be quite proud of. “Tell me, what is your name?” He asked curiously.
Rhett leaned back and grasped one of the coins from the table. He turned it over in his fingers before he held it forward before her face. “What is this?” He asked. “And this sundial...” He stood and brought the watch over. He sat again and held it forward. “What sorcery is this?” He seemed more intrigued by her than anything else.
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The princess stood before her dresser, her hand maiden was carefully fastening a corset behind her back. She winced slightly as it was cinched down, no matter how long she wore the dreadful creation it was never comfortable. She wore a beautiful blue-silver dress that started at the top of the corset and flowed toward the marble floor. It matched her tiara beautifully. Her hair was done up and pinned in place by her handmaiden. She was as beautiful as a painting. This was her daily routine. Though this morning had been a bit different, she had requested to visit the cemetery just outside of the town walls, near the forest. She had begged her father to allow her to go and pay her respects, finally King Maddox had allowed her to go. Though, she couldn’t go anywhere alone, so she had been sent with the Captain.
“There you are Princess.” Her handmaiden gave a soft smile. She took a step back. “As beautiful as ever.” She brushed a piece of hair from her face. “How are you fairing Azelyn?” The old woman asked after a moment.
The soft expression upon the princess’ face turned somber as she pulled her eyes away. “What is on my itinerary for today, Val?” She asked, completely avoiding the question, her eyes glistened with tears.
Val, the handmaiden drew in a breath. It was overstepping slightly to ask such questions, but she worried for the princess. She had taken care of her since she was a toddler. How could she not worry for the girl as if she were her own child? “Today we have celebrations planned. A joust even….” She paused as she heard a knock at the door. “Come in.” She spoke.
Azelyn turned to look to the door just as the Captain walked into the room. He bowed deeply. “Princess, my apologies for any interruptions but you have been summoned to the throne room.” He stood. “I shall take you, if you are ready.” He looked to Val and then back to the young princess whom stepped to his side.
“Do you know what this is about? Is it about the elf?” She asked as she followed him along, her heels clicked against the marble floors.
The Captain drew in a breath, “Ah yes. Yes it is in fact.” He turned his gaze to her. “The king has requested to have an audience with this elf in the throne room. You and your mother shall attend as well. This is a threat to your kingdom, princess. You do not know how much longer your father will stand upon the throne...you are his only...heir...” He seemed to hesitate slightly.
“I’m aware that I am his only living heir.” Azelyn looked to the Captain a moment. “I don’t know...why everyone treats me like a crystal glass. I’m not going to break.” She gave a soft sigh as she continued along.
“You...lost...”
“I lost less than many others lost in the war, Charles.” She turned to the captain, she’d stopped walking in that moment. “Everyone lost something.” Her voice was filled with sadness. She then turned and walked along once again. The clicks of her heels moved more swiftly this time. She walked into the throne room where her mother and father already sat. Her father had a peppered beard upon his face, his eyes were wise, but tired. He was dressed with a cloak of blue, and he was adorned in silver pieces of armor to match. The queen sat at his side in a silvery dress that had a lovely flow to it. She had dark almost black hair that was pinned up much like the princess’ hair. The queen stepped to her daughter and hugged her, she gave a kiss to her cheek before the two moved to sit on either side of the king.
“You look beautiful, Az.” King Maddox spoke as he looked to her. He reached and gave a gentle squeeze to her hand before he looked to the doors as they opened. “Now we will meet this elf and get to the bottom of this. If the elven king wants a war, I’ll give it to him.” The king spoke in a courageous tone. Azelyn focused her attention forward, curiosity filled her as she awaited the knights to walk the elven woman in.
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Post by Raven on Apr 15, 2020 16:34:32 GMT -5
Sidara lifted her gaze to the man – her green orbs observing him. The Chainmail under metal plating – the dress was something she had seen in textbooks. Then he continued. Lothlorien Elves… to her these elves had been wiped off the earth. They had their single haven, in a sanctioned section of the Evergrand forest, and that was it. So many elves broke away and since new elves had emerged. Blood Elves, Night Elves – their skin and heritage tainted by the different magics of the world, altering their body and lifestyle. Lothlorien Elves were the Ancients.
The only thing familiar was the word Osrey, it was the only thing that remained the same. Rhett… this name rung a bell. King Maddox… She sat back and lifted her gaze. There was a statue infront of the Castle, from her time – of King Maddox. One hand holding a blade in the air, but over time that blade had actually broke in half. She shut her eyes briefly – the King who was assassinated by Lothlorien Elf Prince – Hadrick. It was not long after his fall that the entire Kingdom had been breached, and the benevolent reign of Kingdom Maddox came to an end. She, for once, had thanked herself for paying attention during her studies.
Where was she then? The same place she was – just hundreds of years prior. She opened her eyes and sucked in a breath. “My name is Sidara” she peered to her watch. She could break her chains, kill this man and escape. This would be easy… but no. She couldn’t do that – Maddox was the Grand Kingdom of this time, if she could make her way through this on good terms…
“I…” she lowered her head. “I am not Lothlorien. I am a Bastion Elf, of the Western Brook” she sucked in a breath. “I do not know…where I am. The last thing I remember – I was delivering an important artifact to Havenstone. Then… I woke up here” she shook her head. “In my pouch… was there a glowing blue orb?” she questioned. She knew the answer was no. When the answer came to her, a no… she sighed deeply. “Then I have failed” she sighed deeply. “And now… I am in custody because you believe I am Lothlorien…” she scoffed slightly. “I do not believe in their ways, Bastions are the rebels of their people, we escaped West because of them” she shook her head.
It was textbook. Though, also partially true. Her heritage was truly Bastion, she would resemble their eyes and hair. She just hoped she got the timing right. She knew just before the fall of Maddox – Lothlorien took over Osrey. The Bastion Elves partnered with Human King Belian Crane. That is when the Magic Revolution had begun. Later…Crane would drive Lothlorien out of Osrey, and they would rule.
“The sundial… is a time-keeper” she spoke. “Dwarven, actually” she smiled weakly. “A gift… from a friend. Nothing but science, truthfully. Wind it and the coils within drive the cogs, resulting in the hypnotic tick, the same as a metronome, ask any bard.” Her voice was thick with an accent, but she had no issues getting through her sentences. “So, what is next for me?” she questioned, leaning back in her seat.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Apr 15, 2020 17:50:39 GMT -5
Rhett watched her carefully as she seemed to take in his string of questions. “Sidara.” He repeated the name. It was an odd name. Nothing like the names of the elves that they had captured during the war. When she spoke that she in fact was not from the Lothlorian kingdom Rhett sat back slightly. His intrigue only seemed to grow. He reached back to check her pouch for the orb he turned the contents inside out and then shook his head. “No orb.” He’d spoken to her before he turned his attention back to Sidara. He did not recognize Bastion Elf. He’d never heard of it. Though, his lifetime had been spent fighting the Lothlorian elves. “Western Brook...King Maddox may know of this place you claim to come from...” He spoke and thought deeply, Rhett vaguely remembered a mentioning of that place, it was far to the west, he was certain of that.
The knight shifted slightly he still held the watch in his hand when she began to speak of it. A grin split his lips, curiosity in his eyes. “A time keeper?” He questioned as he spun the end, he gazed to the gears that he could see within the face of the watch. It was mesmerizing. He’d never seen anything like it. “What an interesting invention...” He lifted his eyes to her when he asked what was next.
As if on cue the door pushed open and a knight came in. “Lieutenant.” The knight spoke. “The king has requested to speak to the prisoner.”
Rhett stood and pushed the chair to the table. He looked to the elf a long moment. “Very well.” He spoke with a nod. “Would you help me with her?” He asked as he pushed the table of her things against the wall. The knight seemed to hesitate slightly as he looked to Sidara. He seemed nervous of her, or afraid as he stepped forward. Rhett held his hand up before he looked back to Sidara. “Do not fight with us. Hm? If you are not Lothlorien...perhaps you will prove to be helpful to the king?” He loosened the ties upon her ankles. He then removed the straps from her arms before he cuffed her wrists. He then grasped her bicep firmly, “Come along then.” He spoke as the other knight grasped her other arm. Rhett led her through the castle and up into the beautiful halls that led to the throne room. “Just answer King Maddox’s questions as you have answered my own.” He spoke just before they entered the room.
Rhett walked her forward until she was at the edge of the stairs that led up to the thrones. “On your knees.” He spoke as he pressed lightly against the back of her leg with his own. “My king.” Rhett bowed deeply. “I present you, the elf that we found at the edges of Osrey. She has shown no aggression toward us, thus far. My king she has made claim that she is not of Lothlorien. She is from Bastion, or rather...Western Brook. She was delivering an artifact to Havenstone, my king.” He bowed and took a few steps back. The other knight gave her room as well. Though they remained close so that if she did decide to try something she could be dealt with rather quickly.
The princess leaned forward slightly as they had brought in the elf. Her eyes looked to the woman curiously. She watched as Rhett lowered the woman to her knees, it was a sign of respect to lower to ones knees before the king. Especially for a prisoner. Azelyn raised her brow slightly as she took in the look of the elf, it was different somehow. Her attire was different all together. Her thoughts were broken when she heard the strong voice of her father. “You claim to not be of Lothlorien?” He spoke after several moments of silence. He took a drink from a goblet of wine and seemed to ponder the thought for a moment. “I have heard of the Bastion elves.” He spoke and tilted his head slightly. “Nearly 20 years ago, the war was young yet. I heard of a group of elves that left to the west. They did not believe in the ways of the Lothlorian, nor did they agree with the war that was waging on for over a decade at this point.”
Azelyn didn’t pull her eyes from the elf, though she was completely focused on what her father was speaking. She knew history. He’d taught it to her, scholars had taught her since she was old enough to comprehend, and perhaps before even that time. “The Lothlorien elves also do not have green eyes, father.” She spoke up, she turned her eyes to the king, a soft smile upon her lips.
“Ah yes, a notable observation, my dear.” King Maddox nodded to his daughter before he looked back to the elf before him. “Tell me, what artifact were you transporting to Havenstone? It must be of high importance to travel such a distance.” His eyes were fixed on her now. Azelyn had turned her attention back to the elf as well.
“Your ears.” The Queen stood from the throne and walked down to Sidara then. “Stand up.” She spoke, Rhett stepped forward and helped Sidara stand. The queen reached forward and touched her ears, inspecting her closely. “You have rather short ears, don’t you?” She remarked, “You are also not as tall as the Lothlorien elves tend to be.” The queen seemed to inspect her a bit more before she gave a nod. Rhett pressed against the back of Sidara’s leg once again to lower her back to her knees. The queen turned and made her way back to her throne chair.
King Maddox looked to his wife and gave an approving nod. He then looked back to Sidara, his expression focused in on her for a long moment. “Tell us of yourself. Perhaps we can strike a deal.” The king leaned forward slightly as he watched her. Azelyn’s icy eyes never strayed from the elven woman, she seemed struck by curiosity just as much as Rhett had been.
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Post by Raven on Apr 15, 2020 18:34:27 GMT -5
Sidara smiled weakly to Rhett. They did not seem aggressive, thankfully. She had remembered reading in the books how Maddox was powerful leader, he lead with his brains. These things were always dismissable in the books, but in person – she was thankful for this historical fact. She had read of the Earthwardens past – the things people did to them for no good reason. Though, this was the age of glory and honor, it would be beneficial for her. She was used to greed and anger, many did not care what their actions meant to others, meanwhile this age – it was everything. From the way you walked, talked, battled and ate – representation was the path to virtue.
She stood then as they were ordered to leave. “I dare not” she replied – when he told her not to fight with them. She followed easily until they came upon the Throne room. It was the same room she had last been in – Killian stood where the King sat now. Her eyes looked up to the tall vaulted ceiling – beautiful stained glass for the windows. Though, the Castle of her time was slightly worn, the etchings in the panes were not as detailed. The carvings in the marble had worn away, cracks riddled in the stones. It was the most beautiful thing she had seen – the fresh and perfect architecture and design. Finally her awestruck eyes looked to the King, Queen, and Princess.
When they tapped her knees – it did not take much effort for her to kneel to her knees. She was quiet as the introductions were made. “More than twenty” she smiled weakly. “Several waves went before the initial masses, 10 years before them. To settle and prepare a home for the refugees” she looked to the King, her green eyes watching him gently. “I was born shortly after my mother left the Lothlorien. They were… taking babies and children – enlisting them into their army camps to train. The reasoning for my mother’s escape…” she cleared her throat.
“The artifact? I wish I could tell you. I do not know, I was told not to ask questions and not to stray off the path. My thoughts are it was something of power, I could…” she paused and searched the King for a moment. “I could feel the magic radiating from it” she said in a hushed voice. It was then that the Queen interrupted and stepped forward.
Sidara stood and allowed the woman to observe. “Elves are easily influenced by magic. Western Brook is over a font of Arcane, I was born in a spring over this font. The Earth Essence embedded with me, it influenced my ears.. eyes, my skin tone… All of the first born of our kind have resembled the same physical change…” she turned her gaze away. “I do not intend to make you fear me… If I was dangerous – you would have known by now…” she cleared her throat then. “I can strike a deal with you”
“I think… I have something to offer you…” she knelt back down as she was commanded. “When I was in possession of that artifact… I had a dream” she looked to the King, the Queen… the Princess. “Your last hour would fall on the Full Harvest Moon… Assassinated by a Lothlorien, at the Harvest Ball…” she leaned her head back. “I offer you this bit of knowledge now – as a token of my respect, in hopes you might return the favor to me. Hold me in your custody until the Harvest Moon. Should an assassin arrive – you would survive it – then the end of your bargain would come to fruition – I would be free. Should this be a lie, and no assassin delivers… then you may do with me as you please…” she spoke, her thick accent held still a strong confidence…
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Post by Blindside Tex on Apr 15, 2020 19:19:10 GMT -5
The king watched the elf curiously, more than twenty years? Other elves had left without his knowledge. How had they made it passed his patrols? They must have steered far north through the snowy mountains beyond Osrey in order to avoid being detected. Because...they did not want to be a part of the war that the Lothlorien elves had started. King Maddox tilted his head slightly as she spoke of the history. “I wouldn’t put it passed the Lothlorien to take children from their mother.” He spoke with a bit of a scoff in his voice. “They are nothing short of barbaric, their drive to overtake Osrey to this day has me baffled.” He spoke before he took a drink of his wine. Though when she spoke of how she could feel magic the king’s attention back back on her. A bit of a smile curved up his lips. “If you could feel the magic, then you can certainly perform it.”
The queen looked to her husband as she listened to Sidara’s explanation of her birth. Azelyn seemed fully captivated by the story. The earth’s spirit was given to this elf before her. It was an incredible thing how close to magic the elves were. Humans couldn’t seem to grasp magic. Well, there were a few here and there. But it was extremely rare.
The king drew his brows together as Sidara began to speak of the Harvest Moon, of his last hours. He swallowed slightly, he had heard of elves with the capability to see into the future before. With enough magic, anything was possible. King Maddox sat in silence for a long time his eyes watched the elf before him, as if he was looking to spot a lie. “Father.” Azelyn spoke up, her icy eyes looked to him with worry. “The Harvest Moon is drawing near, less than a fortnight...” She looked back to the elf, her brows quivered slightly.
King Maddox reached his hand over and gave a gentle squeeze to the forearm of his daughter. “An assassin, hm?” He spoke his voice a bit more gruff than before. “I will need more information than that.” He stood and stepped down from the throne. “Though, I do appreciate what you have given me.” He nodded to Rhett whom pulled her to her feet again. The king gazed into her eyes for a long moment. “You are not a guest here.” He spoke, his voice clear and concise. “I do not trust you. You will have to earn my trust.” He then narrowed his brows slightly. “If an assassin does present next week during the Harvest Ball, I will have more trust in you. However...” He paused a moment, he seemed to be thinking. “I cannot afford to allow you to leave until I fully trust you. I do hope you understand.” The King nodded to Rhett whom pressed on the back of her leg once again to lower her to her knees.
“An informant is a guest, Will.” The queen spoke up as the king approached his throne once again. “Even if you do not fully trust her, she does not deserve to waste away in the dungeon.” The queen looked to Sidara a long moment. “You shall not have weapons, and you shall have a guard posted at your door every hour of the day. You will not leave the castle grounds. If you so much as present a threat or give the impression that you are trying to run. The deal that has been made will then be nullified. Understand?” She asked. The queen was rather bright. She was one of the few queens that had any say at all in political business. That was Maddox’s secret to his powerful rule.
The king gave a nod in agreement. “Yes, yes. Lieutenant.” He looked to Rhett then. “Why don’t you show our guest to her room then. Be sure to offer her more...clothing if she would like.” The king glanced to the queen whom nodded in agreement as well. The princess was quiet through this, her eyes had drifted away from the elf finally as the king and queen decided the elf’s fate.
Rhett lifted Sidara once again and walked her from the throne room. “Well. You talked your way through that rather well.” He spoke, “It must be your accent that has gained the queen’s attention. She usually isn’t as trusting.” He smiled to her as he walked her down a few hallways. He stopped before a door and pushed it open into a room that was on the interior of the castle. No windows, only one door in. The bed was a four post bed however. The furniture was made of pine. It was a high quality room, just without the chance of her escaping out a window. “Your quarters….Sidara...” He had to pause a moment to focus on saying her name. “In your dream...how did the king die?” He asked. “I must prepare my men for this assassination...we cannot allow Osrey to fall...”
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The princess stood from her throne chair and she turned to her parents. She curtseyed slightly before she took her leave. She walked down the hallway and found her way to the library where her professor awaited her. Another long lecture she imagined. Azelyn sat down across from the man whom smiled to her before he began his lesson. Though, her mind was not set on the lesson. It was focused on other things. The elf was on her mind, the possible assassination. If her father was killed...Osrey would be no more...
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Post by Raven on Apr 15, 2020 19:46:42 GMT -5
She shared no emotion when the King announced she would stay in the dungeon. It was not a surprise to her, she could manage a week in the dungeon. Though a small smile rose when the Queen pepped up – it appeared she was the driving force here. At least in this moment. It was rare for a King to even recognize his Queen, and even more so to let her lead. The duo was likely the reason of their famed success in the textbooks. She bowed her head to the Queen “I appreciate your mercy…” she stood then as commanded.
“I understand your reasonings, King Maddox, I will respect your wishes…” she followed the knights as they lead her forward. As she came to her room she paused and looked to the Rhett. “Thank you, your King and Queen are wise, I knew this going in…” she paused and then closed her eyes, as if calling upon the memory. “He dies by Crossbow, from the balcony of the ball room… that Is all I have. Nothing else” she shook her head. She was already changing the future with these words alone, she had to allow them to save their own King at this point, or she would rupture the future entirely. Though the paradox theory might make it so she changed nothing… she could only hope…
“Sir Rhett” she bowed her head. “May I request my original clothing to be returned to me? No weapons… of course I know” she nodded. “I feel more comfortable in that attire…” she then walked inside after being uncuffed and observed the room. Simple, she could appreciate that. Moments later Rhett returned with her clothing.
“I understand my predicaments, but please notify the King that I am willing to pick up any work while staying here, if he has something in mind” she bowed her head and nodded. “Thank you, for your kindness” The door closed and she pulled her clothing back on. She stepped over to a wooden bucket of water, she hummed to herself as she fixed her hair back into a loose pony tail, many threads had made they way out. She held her hand up then and a small ball of flame appeared, though it was weak. Something was off, she pulled her brows together and it disappeared. She would figure it out, surely.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Apr 15, 2020 20:00:53 GMT -5
Rhett watched the elf curiously. “You...want a job?” He questioned and then nodded. “I will notify King Maddox. I’m certain there is something that he would like to have you do.” He turned and then walked from the room. Two knights stood outside of the bedroom. They chatted back and forth to one another, though they were listening to any strange sounds that might come from the room.
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“Princess.” The professor spoke up. “You do not seem to have your head in your studies today.” He closed the leather bound book and clicked his tongue slightly. “Azelyn.” He spoke again.
The princess finally turned her attention to him. “Hm?” She searched his eyes.
A long sigh came over the man’s lips. “Princess, I was saying your mind is not in your studies today. Perhaps you need a rest?”
Azelyn drew in a breath, she seemed to think over his comment before she gave a nod. “Yes, I do feel rather exhausted today.” She gave a weak smile. “Could we pick back up on lessons tomorrow?”
“But of course. Enjoy your break.” He stood and bowed his head before he left her.
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It took some time, nearly an hour before there was a knock upon Sidara’s door. The door then pushed open and Rhett stepped in. He had a bucket of water in his hand and a scrubber in the other. “King Maddox would like you to scrub the floors. He said you can start there and perhaps he will come up with another role for you along the way. Come along.” He spoke as he led her from the room. “We will start with the upper halls.” He spoke as he led her up a flight of stairs. “The castle is much like a maze, don’t expect to learn it while you are with us.” He spoke over his shoulder to her. “Though, how will this assassin get into the castle? To the balcony in the ballroom?” He questioned as he set the bucket down. He handed her the scrubber. “We will start here.” He spoke and gave a soft smile. “Where did you get your cloak? I’ve never quite seen stitching like that….nor material like that. Was it a gift from a dwarf as well?” He asked curiously. He then held up a finger. “Oh. Your time keeper.” He pulled it from his pocket and held it forward. “I almost forgot that I had it.”
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Post by Blindside Tex on Apr 15, 2020 20:46:13 GMT -5
Sindara turned her head as there was a knock, it opened to Rhett standing in the doorway. Sindara smiled and made her way over “I figured it would be something like that” she reached forward and took the bucket, carrying it along the way as they walked. “This is no trick or ploy” she smirked. “Premium ass kissing, to be honest” she chuckled and followed him.
“The cloak?” she took it off and held it to him. He stared at her for a moment and then she chuckled and moved it so it sat over his shoulders. “Secret” she winked. The cloak had a bit of magic tailored in it, the wearer would find themselves feeling a little more confident, and even attractive – it was an enhancement, a kind of comfort as well. Wearing it – she never felt like she needed validation or help.
She chuckled then “Doesn’t match the outfit” she winked and watched as he took it off. She knelt down then and dipped the scrubber into the water and began to scrub. “The time keeper?” she sat up and looked to him, puffing a strand of hair out of her face then. “Keep it, as my thank you for being kind to me...there are… plenty of things you could have done, yet you didn’t.” she leaned down then and began to scrub again. “Turn the dial at midday to 12, at the top. And wind it every morning, she keeps good time, you’ll never be late again” she gripped the scrubby and continued in silence. Slowly she worked her way down the hallway – buffing out the boot scrapes and dirt.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Apr 15, 2020 21:17:00 GMT -5
Rhett leaned against the wall as he watched her. “Ah, yes. I suppose if you wanted the king’s attention asking for a job would get you a bit of attention.” He laughed slightly then. He seemed to be the only knight that was not bothered by her presence. A few others that passed seemed to stare slightly before continuing on. Rhett froze slightly as she hung the cloak over his shoulders. “It isn’t the colors of Osrey.” He replied as he folded it and held it in his hands. “You’re full of secrets I’m sure.” He watched her a moment. Then when she puffed the hair from her eyes he chuckled slightly. Rhett then grinned when she offered him to keep it. “I’m not certain that it will truly help keep me on time, but thank you.” He shoved the watch back in his pouch on his hip before he leaned back against the wall once more.
“You never answered my question. How will the assassin get into the castle? Do you know?” He asked curiously. “The Captain I am sure is already bolstering our defenses as we speak.” He glanced out the window, the sun was setting over the horizon. The day had seemingly gotten away from him…
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Azelyn walked from the library and found her way to the dining hall where she sat with her mother and father. Throughout the dinner they spoke of the Harvest Moon Festival. The celebration that they would have, it would be larger than anything that she could remember. They had not had the chance to truly celebrate anything since they had been in war for such a long time. Though, it didn’t feel like a true celebration with the words of Sidara hanging in the atmosphere.
“Az.” The king spoke up his eyes looked to her. He searched her eyes a long moment. “How are you handling everything? Your mother and I are worried about you. Did you get some closure at the cemetery?”
Azelyn set down her fork, her eyes lifted to meet her father. She nearly held her breath in her chest. “I’m handling it as well as anyone else could father.” She spoke her voice soft, it threatened to break.
“Will.” The Queen placed her hand over his arm. “Enough.” Her voice was a whisper as she looked to her daughter. “What he means is...” She watched Azelyn for a long moment, the princess sat tall, she tried to hide the pain from her expression. “We want to help. If you need it. You know that your father and I are here for you, Azelyn.” The queen reached her hand across the table and set it over her daughter’s.
Azelyn closed her eyes a tear rolled down her cheek. “We all lost something, mother.” She spoke. “Yet you seem to just move on as if nothing happened.” She withdrew her hand then and stood from the table. “Might I be excused?” She asked though she didn’t pause for permission before she left the room.
The princess’ heel strikes clicked down the hallway quickly. She fought back tears, though some still rolled down her cheeks. She brushed the droplets away from the back of her hand as she held in a sob. She had lost two very important things in the war. Her older brother was killed in the final battle. In the same fateful battle the noble man that had vowed to take her hand was cut down as well. She’d known him since they were young, it was the friendship that she missed most. Since such a loss she hadn’t had much of anyone to speak to. Aside from Val...or the king and queen. The knights were far too focused on repairing the kingdom. A soft sob came over her lips as she rounded a corner swiftly.
There was a loud clatter of wood as her foot stepped into the wash bucket that Sidara was using the wash the floors. Azelyn let out a cry as she lost her bearing and fell forward as water splashed across the marble. Rhett jumped into action quickly, his arms scooped under the princess to prevent her from falling. “Princess!” He exclaimed as he fell to the floor with her wrapped in his arms. He landed a bit roughly, but he’d preserved the princess. “Are you alright?” He asked as he stared into her eyes. He’d never really gotten this close to the princess. The Captain was assigned duties with the princess the most. Rhett quickly helped her to her feet. “Azelyn?” He asked as he looked to her. He could see the redness in her eyes.
Azelyn drew in a breath as she looked to the knight. She then looked to the bucket of water that was spilled across the floor. “I’m alright.” She replied softly. Her eyes then fell upon Sidara, the icy orbs seemed to focus in on the woman intently.
“Ah...the water...” Rhett spoke as he scratched his head. “Princess...do you need assistance to your room?” He asked.
Azelyn shook her head. “No, thank you Lieutenant.” She replied. She looked down to her dress that was covered in the dirty water and she let out a soft sigh.
“Uh..” Rhett glanced to Sidara and then he lifted the cloak that the elf had draped over his shoulders. “Here, princess.” He wrapped the cloak around her shoulders. “Better?” He asked as he searched her eyes.
The princess gazed up to him a moment, the magic of the cloak seemed to do the trick and a soft smile curved up her lips. “Yes, thank you, Lieutenant.” She then glanced back to Sidara. “What are you doing?” She questioned with a bit of a furrow in her brow.
Rhett called over a guard and sent him off to fetch more water for the bucket. He then resumed his placed, leaned against the wall. Like a shadow as he watched the princess interact with the elf. He knew that Azelyn didn’t get much time out. Her father feared that the elves would attack and that she would be the main target, especially now that she was his only heir.
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Post by Raven on Apr 16, 2020 11:49:29 GMT -5
Sidara hummed softly to herself as she scrubbed. She sat upward on her knees – admiring her work when there was a sudden disruption. The bucket went flying – she dodged her head just in time to avoid getting slammed with it. Her eyes glanced to a pair of delicate shoes, then upward to the Princess – who was distraught.
She did not move as she watched Rhett awkwardly offer the cloak. Sidara smirked to herself as she saw the attitude change in the woman. She slowly stood, but kept her distance, sponge still in hand. “Scrubbing” she chuckled. “I offered… I’ve always worked for my stay my entire life, and I will continue to do so. But in truth, a ploy” she winked. “Purchasing the King’s respect with my efforts” she bowed her head. “Though, something to do as well… I don’t really enjoy staying cooped up in a room. I’d rather pass the day with something” she looked to a knight – who brought a new bucket of water. She dropped the sponge into the bucket and tilted her head to the Princess.
“I never got your name, Princess…?” she bowed her head.
Rhett chimed in “Princess Azelyn” he spoke.
“Ah…” she looked to Azelyn’s ruined dress. “I apologize for your attire, I suppose I shouldn’t have been in the middle of the hallway. Do forgive me…” her accent thick, though she attempted to be as formal as possible. She smirked then “My cloak suits you… perhaps until you are acquainted with a new outfit, you may borrow the cloak for now. If you could return it tomorrow…” she paused. “It has always brought me comfort, in times of pain” she leaned her head to the side. Her hues peered upon the Princess – she could the woman had been crying. “You’ll find it does the same for you.” She leaned in slightly. Her eyes glanced to Rhett who moved – as if to stop her.
“A little enchantment, you could say” she whispered, and then leaned back. “I should resume to my duties… perhaps we can manage more words when you return the cloak, hm?” she nodded and then moved towards the bucket to continue scrubbing. The hall was nearly finished now, but she would have to soak up the water that was spilled.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Apr 16, 2020 12:12:43 GMT -5
The princess took in a breath as she looked to the water upon the floor. Her eyes glance back to the elf curiously. The woman openly spoke that she was merely doing the job to gain the Kong’s approval. Most wouldn’t own up to such a thing. Then again, anything that someone offered to perform for the king was a ploy to get on his good side. Azelyn knee that, she wasn’t daft. Azelyn gave a nod with a bit of a smile, the new confidence that she felt with the cloak upon her shoulders was a welcomed feeling. “I would not want to be confined to a single room either.” She replied as her eyes seemed to study the elf before her.
The princess drew in a breath to respond with her name as Sidara had requested. She glanced to Rhett as he spoke up for her. That wasn’t unusual for those around her to answer for her. Or even take care if her as if she was a breakable heirloom. She glanced down do her ruined dress as Sidara mentioned it. A long sigh came over her lips as she looked to the deep muddy color of the water that she had managed to practically bathe in. “Ah yes. Well. Do not worry yourself. The floors do need tended to and I should not have been in such a rush.” She spoke almost carefully. It was clear that she had been taught to choose her words wisely.
Azelyn stood perfectly still as Sidara leaned forward. She didn’t show fear like many of the other humans seemed to show toward the elf. Though she’d reached up and ran her fingertips along the edge of the soft cloak, it almost felt like silk to her. Yet, the material was different. Unlike anything she had felt before. Enchanted? With magic? Her eyes seemed to light up at the mentioning of the word. “Yes. Thank you. It will get me to my room where I can change into something that is not tarnished by dirt.” Azelyn watched Sidara a long moment. “I did not catch your name earlier when you were in council...” she took a slight step forward. Though she retracted her step nearly immediately as her eyes caught Rhett from the side as he took a step forward from where he leaned against the wall.
“Sidara. Princess she is right, she needs to focus on her work now. And I am willing to get that your father would not approve of this interaction....” Rhett spoke, he gazed into Azelyn’s eyes a moment as he nodded to a knight whom then approached the trio. “The princess is in need of an escort to her room.” He gave a gentle smile.
“Yes of course sir.” The knight turned to the princess. “Princess?” He smiled to her.
Azelyn drew in a breath as she closed her eyes slightly. She was so protected that it felt as though she viewed the world through a looking glass at times. She gave a nod and turned to walk off then. Her heels clicked against the marble flooring as she retreated down the hall.
Rhett turned his gaze to Sidara, his arms were crossed over his chest. “When you are finished I will get you a meal. Then you shall return to your quarters for the evening.” He pauses and seemed to think deeply a moment. “Might I suggest...do not push your luck with the princess. Do not get in such close contact with her. It could cost you your life if you are with the wrong knight.” He warned. “Is...the cloak really magic??” He then asked with a slight smile.
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Post by Raven on Apr 16, 2020 13:22:31 GMT -5
Sidara stepped backwards as the Princess was escorted away. She turned and looked to Rhett and tilted her head once more, she smiled weakly then and peered to the woman. The cloak lifted from her back slightly as the air caught it - but it fit her frame well. Sidara walked over to her bucket and picked it up once more and knelt down.
"A meal sounds nice" she spoke softly and scrubbed. She soaked up the water and rung it out in the bucket. "Hmm..." she sat upward on her knees, holding the sponge in hand. "I appreciate your guidance, and sympathy" she spoke and lifted the bucket. Slowly she stood and walked over to him. "The cloak?" She smirked. "Could you feel it? When you held it?" She questioned softly. "I think I am finished, if you agree. An escort back to my room would suffice" she spoke, she watched as Rhett looked over the hall and then lead her back down the corridor.
"You say a different Knight might mean a different outcome. You indicate you are different..." she stopped at her door as they made it there. "I would agree" she looked to him then, eyes studying him. "Have you ever...." she peered away. "Looked at someone and saw suffering?" she spoke a hushed tone. "When I look at the Princess - I see someone who's soul is bleeding..." she gave a slight hum. "When I look at you - I see it too" she smiled weakly. "The cloak... it only really works for someone who is in need of it. We are intertwined with the Earth Spirit, my people call it the Life Source. I'm willing to bet... your interest in magic itself, is because maybe...once or twice - you've felt it, maybe pondered it." she chuckled then. "All you need to do..is believe in it" she spoke and then stepped inside her room.
"I suppose I will be seeing you shortly." she bowed her head and reached for her gloves. She removed them from her hands and set them on the table. She dipped a finger into the bucket of dirty water and then tilted her head. Then she turned and handed it back Rhett. The once dirty water - was now fresh and clean. "I am sure you will dispose of this" she smiled and then backed back up.
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