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.
imprisoned in the hawthorn;

A R T H U R & P E N D R A G O N
All great men do wicked things, but people are more willing to forgive them

The crowds had not made it to this part of the castle yet, it was still fairy quite and undisturbed, and anyway, Arthur kept the door locked. He was the only one who understood the true value of the room, he was the only one he knew, other than his mother, who thought of any kind of theology outside of Mallos and Aura and the rest. The King gets to his feet, crossing himself, head bowed in the direction of the wooden statue before him, before turning and departing from the chapel he had built for himself, slipping the padlock back into place to hold the chains together. He guessed that there were people living with him now who could break the chain and lock with little difficulty, but Arthur also hoped that they would act as a message and that people’s sense of respect would keep them out of his precious sanctuary, which not even Lilith had even entered. Out in the corridor, he ran his fingers over the familiar wooden beads of his rosary, his mind well and truly else where as he made his way along the stone floors, lined with red carpet and trimmed with gold. His mind is on Duke, and on Santu and her unborn foal, as the flood waters had begun to rise the boy had unlocked the stable doors, giving the horses their fair chance against the rising waters and praying that they would return to him when the waters had receded once more.

Rounding a corner without checking around it first, Arthur felt himself collide with another body, the string of beads falling from his fingers as his hands reached to steady himself, and he could hear them clatter as they moved across the stone slabs. “Sorry” he said, without looking up, grey eyes trying to search out where the rosary had gone, “I was miles away,” the boy continued, raising his gaze until they settled upon the familiar shock of blue hair which indicated Kasper’s presence. “Oh!” Arthur said, facial expression lightening slightly, though the grimness which had been there moments before hand was retained in the depths of those wise eyes of his, eyes too old to belong in such a young head. “Jasper, nice to see you’re not…well…drowned I suppose,” the monarch joked, chancing a smirk, adjusting the lie of his sword so that it was more comfortable for him to rest his arm against his side.

Once more eyes scanned the floor, looking for what he had dropped, hoping not to need to engage Jasper’s help in locating it, as he did not quite fancy explaining what they were to anyone in Shaman, he had a feeling that very few of them would understand. “Its been a while” Arthur continued, trying to give them impression that he was not, in fact, as distracted as he actually was, forgetting that Jasper’s telepathy would allow him to know what was going on anyway.


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