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 memory's on the wall

Her hands were warm, soft, reassuring; the king gave her fingers a replying squeeze. He was glad she was there. As she rested her head on his shoulder, he wrapped his arm around her waist and sighed. Arthur considered her question, thinking himself around in circles and bumping into walls of contradiction at every turn.
"As a father?" he said at last, "as a father I'll be eternally grateful to her for making sure Tristan came home." He allowed himself a laugh, "as a father I also want to wring Tristan's neck for being there in the first place, and for not telling me until now." The king shook his head. "I'm proud of him for telling me too, I think the whole situation has been harder on him than he lets on. He never lets on much."

He scanned the room, his eyes lighting over the bottles and tins on her dressing table, and coming to rest on the roses. The gardener had chosen well, a mixture of blooms, buds and half-blooms.
"As a king?" he resumed heavily, "I don't know. Does saving my heir mean she should escape punishment? She wasn't just a pirate, she was the pirate. And when they arrested her? I've got one guard who'll limp for the rest of his life and... She killed a guard, Cia. I saw him when they brought him back. It was awful. His face...she must have fire magic..." Arthur shook his head, trying to dislodge the memory of the blackened, disfigured face, the waxen flesh. "What duty do I owe him? His family? he worked for me, he served me, and in return for his efforts I gave him...what? A horrible death and no justice? How can I look his wife in the eye and tell her I've decided to let his murderer go? He lost his life, but she'll get to live hers? Why? Because she slept with Mallos? Bore him a child? Is that really all it takes for me to override the law? One rule for my family, and another for everyone else? That's not the king of justice I believe in. Do you? Could you?"

He felt like a weight had been lifted, just by telling her. He had kept it all bottled up for months. Like a great monster lurking in the depths of his mind it had reared up whenever Mallos of Croe were mentioned. It had haunted his sleep, preyed on insecurities and values he'd half-forgotten he'd had. The memory of that poor guard's face... Arthur removed his arm from around Ciara and adjusted his position on the bed. He set their joined hands down on his knee, drawn up onto the mattress. He smiled at her gentle words, her kindness, a refuge in a world of rougher things.
"You know..." he began, freeing his hand and taking her chin gently between finger and thumb. "I rather think I'd rather think about you." Arthur leaned forwards and kissed her on the mouth, firm but uninsistent; will you let me?

see heaven's got a plan for you

photo by Jon Nelson at flickr.com


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