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.
the dark side of the sun.

warning: strong language.

I may not always know what's right, but I know I want you here tonight.

Mallos was doing his best to persuade his daughter that an afternoon nap was exactly what she wanted.

“In Spain,” he explained patiently, “you sleep in the hottest part of the day. It’s good for you.”

Ángela was having none of it. She stood opposite where he sat on the sofa, her pretty mouth downturned, her dark eyebrows knitted together. The expression was particularly reminiscent of Croe when she didn’t like how events were proceeding.

“But it’s not hot.” She protested. Her point made a little too much sense, so Mallos changed tactics.

“If you sleep in the middle of the day, the nap spirit brings you a new toy.”

“I don’t want a new toy.”

Mallos ran his fingers through his hair the way he did when he had too much pent-up energy or frustration. “You always want new toys.”

“I want to play doctors and nurses.”

“Ángela,” he pleaded, abandoning reasoning, “please go to sleep.”

She sucked in her breath in a very dangerous way. Another parents might have narrowed their eyes in warning, but beneath his weariness Mallos felt only a glimmer of pride. Ángela was not about to be bossed around by anybody. Nobody told her what to do. She’d be the president of the world someday.

Fortunately or unfortunately depending on how you looked at the situation, the banging on the door distracted both of them. Ángie’s face fell from displeasure to curiosity, her dark eyes bright and her pink-brown lips puckered a little, and she started straight for the door. Mallos grabbed her by the arm to stop her and stood up from where he’d been kneeling down on the rug talking to her. The pounding – one could hardly describe it as a knocking – was more uncouth than he thought he’d ever experienced in Shaman; most people here had the common sense to keep their insults towards him private or subtle. The voice which accompanied the banging a few seconds later cleared up the immediate mystery of who would have the courage to be so forceful. Mallos rolled his eyes.

It was tempting to ignore it, but if he didn’t respond then Ángie would. If she was half as intelligent as he knew she was, she’d already have worked out that a visitor would divert the nap conversation indefinitely. Keeping a firm hold of her arm, Mallos stepped in front of her and pulled the door partially open with his other hand. He made a point of not opening it fully and of standing in the way so that no one could barge past him from either direction.

Styx stood just outside the doorway, fist still raised in knocking motion, looking distinctly rattled. Sympathy wasn’t an emotion invoked in Mallos often and certainly not one he was about to waste on an annoying pretender-god.

“Fuck off, Styx.” He said indifferently.

I've learned enough to know I'm never letting go
Photography by Raul Soler


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