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 fairiesí 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 servantsí 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.
The sound of Blood

What was the point of living when you life was full of sadness and pain? So much pain. It was like drowning in the wave that had washed over the land only this one was more unkind. It wouldnít kill you just drive you crazy in till you destroyed yourself or found yourself on the side of the road rocking back and forth like one of those crazy people that ever one was scared of. She had already began to talk to herself, but what where you supposed to do when a voice was yelling at you telling you not to trust any one or to steal the loaf of bread from a skinny kid on the side road?

The worst thing you could do when you found yourself going crazy was feel sorry for yourself and go into hiding instead you should use it to your advantage. You couldnít feel anymore. You werenít your own person, but instead a puppet that an unknown force was controlling, a force that would talk to you for hours just to drive you craze and make you break.

She had broken once and before she could get herself together she was holding a young girl at knife point threatening to slit her throat if she didnít make the voice stop. The girl of course couldnít make it stop and was simply weeping as she was threatened fearing that her life was soon going to end. Calfuray had brought herself back together, but not before she had left the young girl bleeding on the ground a small slit on the side of her neck. The wound hadnít been enough to kill her, but it was a sign of what was to come from her craze mind.

She hadnít broken down since then and was learning that if she did what the voice said that it would shut up. It never stayed gone for long though, not more then a day, so she would have to do something else that she knew deep down was wrong. It really didnít matter though, her conscience would soon be wiped clean the way things were going at the moment

That was when a boy, no older the ten, came running around the corner and bumped right into her. She was in a good mood today and would have simple smiled and waved the boy along, but before she could do anything a small voice in her head spoke up, He hit you. He challenged your power, your strength, and your skills. Are you going to take him up on the challenge or let him prove that youíre a weak useless foul. what was she to do? Attack the poor boy as the voice had instructed or disobey it and go through another attack from it that always drove her craze.

The small boy looked at her and smiled. Then took a step back and walked around her heading for the end of the street. Are you just going to let him go? Your weaker then I once thought. The voice was anger and was slowly raising itís voice giving her one more chance to turn around and grab the boy, but she couldnít, she wouldnít. He hadnít done anything wrong. He hadnít meant to run into her, but the voice didnít seem to care about any of that. It just seemed to care about spilling innocentís blood and since it didnít have a body of its own it made her do it.

DO IT NOW. Slit to kidís throat the world doesnít need him anymore then it needs fairyís that donít push themselves to make the world better like you will do. The voice was loud practically yelling in her head. She had no more thoughts, no more her just the voice screaming thoughts into her head. She spun around and grabbed the back of the boys shirt pulling him towards her and spinning him around to face her. She quickly pulled out a knife and placed it on his throat threatening to cut in to his soft flesh if he moved anymore then an inch.

ď You disrespectful child,Ē She yelled into the boys face, ď You ran into me and didnít even think another thought about it. Why should you live? The world doesnít NEED YOUĒ. She waited for an answer, but the just stood there staring up at her with big Scared eyes.


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