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.
we can write our names on the back of this rock

Joanna blinks and nods. The woman must be talking about her familiar, nothing else could make someone look as lost as that. Even as the woman presses her own hand to herself, Joanna feels a warmth falling through her chest, and her eyes open wide, looking for something similar in the other woman’s face. Her eyes aren’t looking at anything, they’re focusing inwards, and Joanna’s mouth lifts involuntarily into a smile.

Almost immediately, the woman takes a step towards her and Joanna notices the woman’s hands come up next to her face, and Joanna cannot do anything more than marvel as the woman presses her soft mouth onto her own. She’s surprised, not just at a stranger’s actions, but at how different it is from a man. But she can’t think about that, because Kafka’s there, in her soul, again, and it hurts, oh it hurts because he’s so far away, although he’s getting nearer, nearer, he’s almost, he can see the castle but oh it hurts, her body almost collapses with pain; he’s too far away.

Almost unconsciously, she follows Miri in a straight sprint to the outside world, hardly noticing when she stopped except that Kafka was getting closer, closer, and behind the wolf that ran to Miri was her Kafka, ridiculously large for the halls which had seemed so big, barrelling towards her, not quite his usual graceful bounds, his poor darling face half pained, half exuberant, he reached her and she was clinging to him, his giant thickly furred head resting on her shoulder, her knees only just standing the weight of the embrace.

His leg’s hurt. She can feel it inside her, the vague pain, almost entirely ignored as he rests peacefully against her. He growls low in her ear and she brings herself back into the world, turning to the woman, again not smiling, her eyes watching the other woman, taking note of her features, making her into an unlosable memory.

I’m Joanna Ridderbos, this is Kafka. How strange that I should meet you just as we became whole again. I’m glad.

She’s not good with words, they trip in rounded peals like golden globes from her tongue, not quite remembering their order. The longer her eyes rest on the other woman, the more friendly Joanna herself looks, her mouth just about smiling, a small, generous smile, with the last word. Kafka looks at Joanna with surprise, rifling through her memories to find who this woman was. Joanna leans her head sideways on Kafka’s.


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