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
--
royal women
Morgana, sister of the King

consorts
--
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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located here
  • 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.
that does not sound good.
IP: 95.149.92.157

i know that i've got issues, but you're pretty messed up too.
either way, i found out i'm nothing without you.

A heart-wrenching howl rises from the dog’s lips. The door bursts open, revealing a teenage girl standing in the doorway. About 5’7 with an oval-shaped face, bright blue eyes with a slightly oriental-looking slant, a button nose and high cheekbones, she’s neither outstandingly beautiful nor repulsively ugly, but just sort of average-looking. She has a thick mop of copper-brown hair which falls mostly straight, but curls off at the ends and bounces wildly off her shoulders, flying about her person with every small movement. Although generally well-proportioned with an hourglass figure, she shows signs of having lost of a lot of weight in only a short period of time, and is starting to hit the point of looking almost too thin. Thank the famine for that.

Silently, Poppy contemplates the scene in front of her. Her harlequin Great Dane familiar, Penguin, is cowering in the middle of the room and trying (impossible at his size) to look small and insignificant. This appears to be one of the spare bedrooms; a huge four-poster dominates the room, opposite a beautifully carved oak wardrobe and a full length mirror. To the right is a door – presumably leading to an en suite – and on the far wall is a massive, million year old tapestry which is on fire. Penguin has had Poppy’s uncontrollable divinity for a while now, but it doesn’t seem to dominate his day-to-day life the way it does hers, and he doesn’t have as many problems with magic going haywire around him. This is obviously his turn to experience the curse.

Without pausing, she crosses the room, tears down the tapestry (which is surprisingly heavy) and shoves it out of the only window. It burns all the way to the ground, where it hits the water with a dull hiss as the flames are extinguished – but Poppy doesn’t stick around to watch it. Wincing loudly, she legs it into the en suite and shoves her hands under the cold tap, watching as her magic kicks in and starts to heal over the burn marks. It manages to completely heal her skin but not cure the pain, which remains in the form of a dull throb. Switching off the tap, Poppy stomps back into the bedroom, where Penguin is sniffing at the now-bare wall with interest.

“When magic goes nuts like that,” Poppy scolds him, “you need to react, okay? You can’t just lie around do nothin’. You could have put that fire out with your immense reserves of drool, you know.”

BANG.

There’s no warning. One minute she’s talking to Pingu, the next the ground has given way beneath her feet and she’s freefalling with the cold air whipping her face. She barely has time to register her shock before she lands on something soft; the impact snaps her head backwards, and she looks up to see a reasonably large hole in the ceiling. Penguin is poking his monochromatic face through the hole and grinning in a really annoying way.

“Now Poppy,” he calls down, “When magic goes nuts like that, you need to react - you can’t just lie around doing nothing.”

Poppy responds by waving a couple of fingers at him, before sitting up to see what she’s landed on. To her eternal embarrassment, she’s fallen straight into another person’s lap – and not just any old other person. It’s only her sort-of ex, Bryce, who she went on one date with before he disappeared off the face of Shaman and she went and married Draco. Awkward, much? He still looks as hot as ever.

“Hi Bryce,” she says after a very pregnant pause, “these old castles, eh? Can’t trust the ground you’re walking on.”

POPPY
and honestly,
my life would suck without you.




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