Oliford

















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.



Royalty

king
Mordred
queen
Gaiane
Heir
Loholt
royal men
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royal women
Morgana, sister of the King

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



Residents and Employees

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

household
Madeline, Housekeeper
Margaret, Kitchen Maid
Alistair, Stable Boy
Luke, Kennel Boy
Cypress, Kennel Boy
prisoners
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.
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They had not found Rushad. That had been her one last grip on the present, the hope that they would find Rushad and he would make everything better. He was her older brother, if only in spirit, and he was infallible. He also had magic powers and could shoot sparks out of his nose, you’re being ridiculous. Curling into a tighter ball on the floor of her house, Miri listened to the far off roar of the ocean as it beat against the shore of Apeliotes island.

Miri was not the type to mope, but her most recent venture into the undergrowth in search of her skunky friend had produced bittersweet results. She’d smelled the familiar cannabis-like smell that was indicative of a maned wolf’s urine, and had immediately begun hunting for the elusive creature. The smell had been strong, and Miri knew her soul-sister was close, or at the very least had only just passed through here. At least she was still on the island. She tried to be silent during her hunt, but not so silent as to sound sneaky. It made sense in her head, and at the time she wasn’t about to question it. Her search led her to the fresh remains of a rabbit, one only half eaten. Jhela must be full, then, and a full wolf meant a tired wolf, one who would doubtless have moved off to one side to sleep off her meal.

Miri had looked up from the corpse just in time to see the flash of a russet colored tail whip away into the undergrowth, and with a cry, Miri sprung after her. She was weak without her friend beside her, completely incapable of scenting out her quarry or using her sharp eyes to pick her out among the undergrowth, and soon Miri had slowed and given up, a painful sob ripping its way out of her throat. She had survived for quite a long time without Jhela, something that wasn’t surprising because for the first eighteen years of her life, she had existed without Jhela. It still hurt, and tore her heart into a million pieces with every beat that was not shared with the maned wolf.

She had returned to her hut, careful to block the way behind her as she’d been shown by Rushad all those months ago. Even if Jhela did decide to explore the upper levels of the trees via the boardwalks and such, other creatures might do so as well and all of them would be wild and unpredictable things. That had been hours ago. Now Miri lay curled in a ball on the floor, her eyes open but staring sightlessly somewhere in front of her as she listened to the ocean grow louder and more powerful, just as the rage against the injustice of this world grew within her. She had kept herself clean and fed and strong, and had locked herself into the mindset of the ‘here and now’ that her bondmate had encouraged her to experience as often as possible.

Her tree was rocking more than usual, and now it jolted so sharply that Miri felt herself shift a significant amount away from her original spot on the floor. She got up and went to the window, peeling back the ragged cloth she had attached there to keep the ash and the cold out to look outside. It appeared she was now housed in the middle of a great flood. Her mind leapt to Jhela, and she leaned precariously out of the window as she scanned the waters for any sign of her soul-sister, wondering if the maned wolf had escaped this new danger. What was happening to the world? First, the volcano; then, the severance of the bond between fairy and familiar; now, a flood? Were they all to die, next? There was no sign of her wolf in the water. Miri was strong. Survival of the fittest, and those who died were not meant to live long at all. She would keep herself alive, and when she got Jhela back her sister would be proud of her for not having given into the grief that ate at her insides.

Hoisting herself onto the window ledge, Miri flexed her wings. She’d flown a little bit before this, although it was fairly nasty with the ash in the air, but it had been worth it. She’d been looking for Jhela on those winged forays, and it would appear that she had to leave the island by any means possible, now. A fleeting thought of good will for Rushad was the last coherent thought in her head before she leapt out of her home and rose into the air. Miri pretended the tears that now fell from her eyes didn’t exist. Nothing mattered now except for reaching high ground.

Alive.


~ :: † :: ~


He had been exploring this place when the first disaster hit. It was messy and rather annoying, how the ash clung to everything, but Yanagi hadn’t really minded all that much. It was a new experience for him and it didn’t really hinder him in his explorations. Occasionally he’d notice a wall of ash coming his way and have to hunker down for a day or two until it passed and he could breathe reasonably well again, but those were few and far between the further he explored.

The young male had no familiar, and as he’d only met one person so far —Joanna— he wasn’t aware that there was a curse involving familiars. Yanagi didn’t even know what a familiar was. So when the third curse struck (the second, in Yanagi’s mind), he was busy trying to find the easiest way to Vista Mountain, Joanna’s home. He was standing at the cliff where he’d first met the intriguing young woman with wings when his eyes were caught by movement out on the ocean.

An immense wave was barreling toward Shaman.

Concerned that not even the high cliff he was on would be tall enough to thwart the water, Yanagi turned and ran, his feathery, mechanical wings tucked tightly against his back. He figured he had about two solid minutes to get as far away from the shore as he possibly could. The immense flaw in his plan was revealed too late to him as he realized he was now running downhill, and therefore moving to lower ground. Lower ground that would probably be swamped with water soon. He did the next rational thing: he climbed a tree.

At least, he was trying to climb a tree. When the wave hit, he was only about halfway up the trunk. As the water slammed into him and tore him from his perch, Yanagi felt panic rising in his chest. Last time he’d been in the water, he had died. His wings had weighed him down, and they had only gotten bigger since then. Flailing in the water, he tried to surface as he was pulled along by the current. Getting his head above water was less challenging than he thought it would be with the added weight of his wings. Trying to get his bearings, Yanagi kept himself afloat with what he’d learned from his swimming lessons as a child. Debris rushed past, and soon Yanagi was completely engrossed with staying afloat and keeping the junk in the water from slamming into him. Eventually the current slowed, and the white haired man could focus his attention on getting to safety.

Angling himself toward some trees that were poking out of the water, Yanagi managed to catch himself on the trunk of one and brace himself there. His back ached from the heavy pull of his soaked wings, and he gave them a few futile shakes in an attempt to dry them out. Failing to lessen their weight, he sighed and tried to ignore the sensation, instead scanning the random debris that was floating past. There were animals in the water, some too stunned to do more than float and others swimming toward a more stable surface. There was a fox and a few squirrels that seemed intent on joining him in the trees, and Yanagi watched them come with a wary expression.

The squirrels clambered onto the branches with agility, hiding themselves among the leaves before grooming the water out of their coats. The fox managed to clamber onto a branch not far from Yanagi, where it proceeded to do whatever it is foxes in trees do. The man turned away, solidifying his footing and wrapping one leg around a branch before he let go of the tree to pull his hair back in a tidier tail. The current pulled at him, but the leg he had hooked around a branch kept him firmly in place until he could grip the tree with his hands and stand straight again. It was then that he saw the door.

Technically, it was half a door, but it was more than enough for what he had in mind. Yanagi was tired, and his wings were heavy. If he could cling to the door and kick his way to high ground, the journey should be loads easier. He had to make his decision fast, however, for the current was about to sweep the intended-raft away. Launching himself away from the tree, Yanagi swam with long strokes and managed to intercept the door.

Impossibly, the fox had followed him.

No doubt the creature was disoriented, as evidenced by the kooky way it was swimming. It seemed to be listing to one side, something he hadn’t noticed earlier. The last thing Yanagi wanted to do was abandon the creature. He heaved himself onto the door, watching the animal as it paddled closer, and soon realized that the current was going to carry it past Yanagi’s makeshift raft. Cursing under his breath, Yanagi kicked the door closer to the creature. This seemed to startle it, and it started swimming away, back toward the trees. There was no way it was going to make it back, at this point.

From somewhere above him, Yanagi became aware of rapid wingbeats. “Save her!” someone screeched, their voice high with anxiety. Yanagi was concerned about his door, and its ability to stay afloat if he kept bobbing it around everywhere, but he did what he could to swim nearer the fox. Glancing up, he saw a young woman in a ragged dress hovering, her dragonfly wings pumping furiously to keep her in one place. She pointed a finger at the struggling fox with an enraged sound, and Yanagi refocused himself with a grumble. He finally angled his door closer to the frightened creature, and was able to reach out with one slender arm to grab it by the nape of its neck. Moving quickly, he hoisted it out of the water at an angle that made his arm scream before placing it on the door.

The fox snapped at him as it braced itself and he narrowly avoided a nip for his troubles. The fox eyed him before focusing solely on staying on the door, and Yanagi took the time to look back up. The woman had drifted lower, and her body seemed slumped, as if in defeat. “Can you help me?” he asked. This was a dangerous situation; he didn’t have time to inquire about her well-being. He was floating on a door in a flood, with a fox. No, Yanagi did not have the luxury of wasting time and being polite. He needed to get somewhere safe, and as soon as possible. “Please, there has to be somewhere safe for us to go,” he continued, his voice even hoarser due to his earlier panic. He hadn’t swallowed any water, thank God, but his breathing had been quick and gasping before he’d gone under.

No doubt her wings would be getting tired soon anyway, and Yanagi knew there was not room enough on this door for two people, especially with the addition of the fox. He watched her as she inhaled deeply and drew herself up before scanning the horizon, and suddenly she lifted one arm to point. “I will guide you, but you mustn’t fall behind,” she replied before she flew forward. Yanagi began kicking.


~ :: † :: ~


It seemed like hours had passed before they arrived at the Core, and Miri collapsed onto the ground, exhausted. She was too tired to cry, and yet her eyes were still leaking tears. The man she had guided here managed to push the door close to land to allow the russet red fox to jump off and disappear somewhere in the undergrowth. Miri watched the creature go, wishing the russet fur had belonged to her Jhela and not some unknown carnivore. Perhaps the man had saved someone else’s familiar; she did not know, nor did she care. It didn’t matter.

The man had crawled up beside her, and he touched her arm with one wet hand. “Thank you,” he rasped, his voice unusually harsh. Miri stared at him a bit uncomprehendingly before giving him a jerky nod. He somehow had the strength to get to his feet, and she watched as he stumbled further onto dry land. She lost interested before he even left her sight, and Miri turned her body to face the flood that had brought them here. Her back to the castle, her dragonfly wings trembling from exhaustion, Miri watched the water and waited.

[1,008 - Level 3 - 168 points - 0 coins - Apeliotes Island - no lover]


[1,237 - Level 2 - 125 points - 1 coin - homeless - no lover]


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