The Castle
the centre of royal life
The castle sits at the centre of sprawling grounds containing gardens, training arenas, barracks, the royal stables and Lake Lilith, which is fed by the River Twinge. The royal guards which are stationed at various points around the territory will occasionally check fairies’ identities but are usually happy to let visitors wander around, unless the king orders otherwise. Within the castle itself, the west wing is the personal residence of the royal family, the east wing is the home of the court and the servants’ quarters on the lower levels. The castle is practically impregnable and is well-guarded against attack.


royal men
royal women
Morgana, sister of the King

Lady Alethea
Lady Styx
Captain Flynn
Lord Anapa
Lady Electra
Lady Rhyolite

Residents and Employees

Grayson, Squire
Flynn, Captain of the Royal Guard
Caldera, Royal & Alliance Guard
Dylan, Trainee Guard
Saffron Trainee Guard
Alector, Trainee Guard
Amber, Treasurer
Gavin, Artist
Danny, Royal Doctor
Graeling, Naval Navigator
Mohana, Librarian

Madeline, Housekeeper
Margaret, Kitchen Maid
Alistair, Stable Boy
Luke, Kennel Boy
Cypress, Kennel Boy
Jacopo, Kidnapper

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  • Royal court: The royal court is a place for people to receive an audience with members of the royal family. Petitions can be presented to the king, connections made and events held.
  • Royal stables: The royal stables offers quality horses on lease for a variety of uses.
  • Royal schools: Children can receive private tuition or schooling here.
  • Royal library: The largest collection of written works in all of Shaman.
  • Royal hospital: The only official hospital in Shaman, this is where the sick and wounded are brought to be cared for.
  • Royal gardens: Beautiful and varied gardens which are open to the public. Includes allotments, flower gardens, and open spaces to walk or ride in.
  • Barracks: Royal and Alliance guards and soldiers live in the barracks.
  • Training arena: A well-equipped arena for knights, soldiers and guards to develop their fitness and skills.
ladies and gentlemen, please merlin

your ears and your eyes will be bleeding;**

The flood has wrapped its foamy lips around Shaman, and only the Core is safe.
But how safe? muses Jasper. He imagines that he can hear the distinct beating against the stone walls as the water attempts to breach the safe-house. People are huddled together, pushing away the cold and the dark as they sit, grouped, around a fire. The flames cast furtive shadows across the faces and walls; Jasper pulls and pushes at these shadows, twisting them and turning them and making them into recognisable creatures – fanged predators and brutish birds and mythical beats from stories past – before blinking them back to the gloom. His powers meld together sometimes – he isn’t sure whether he just used his illusionism or simply manipulated the darkness, or if it was a combination of the two.

He is bored; he wants to leave. He wants Sadie, too, which gives him a cool shiver down his spine; he has never so desperately wanted to be near anyone or anything before, bar Iodine. But with his sister, it is different – she is the only one who really can understand him. She knows what he has been through, and she has been through it herself. She is different to him though; they are almost like fairy and familiar, two halves of a soul. He is the darkness whilst she is the light.
He can hear her now, chatting animatedly to Draco, Poppy nowhere to be seen. Jasper smirks; he doesn’t need to be telepathic to understand that he and his sister are hardly Poppy’s favourite people, though Penguin doesn’t mind them too much. No matter, though. One day the likes of her will be crawling at his feet, begging him to save them.
He will just laugh, bitterly.

He turns, now, away from the dancing flames and the haunting echo of voices. He hisses, sending out weak thoughts of hatred and distrust; he hopes to affect as many people as he can, but he doesn’t know if it will work. Though he has been practicing with Ellie, she can only feel his attempts when she is quite close. He doesn’t care, just sending out the emotions cheers him up. Rolling his shoulders, he sits, staring at the wall, imagining what the Shore’s looks like now that it has been flooded. He sighs, glad that there was only a little of his stuff there. He doesn’t own much – he feels sorry for Iodine, who is missing Flo and her favourite cuddly bear. He wants it back for her; he imagines one up but someone laughs and the illusion dissipates. He snarls.
He doesn’t like this much company.

*please check to see if you're still breathing.
j a s p e r ;


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