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 darkness will rise from the deep; Gaiane

Mordred leaned against his desk and popped open the lid of the small box in his long-fingered hand. It was covered in a rich blue leather, the corners capped in gold; it looked expensive without being gaudy. The precious stones set into the ring inside caught the sunlight streaming in through the long window on his left and glinted. He felt Angmar's mind shift greedily, drowning out the waves of jealousy he had been allowing to seethe for months. He knew what his fairy planned to do, and he had no desire to share him. Satisfied, Mordred shut the box again with a snap and applied a censuring pressure to the dragon's mind. This one is not for you. Angmar was, by any stretch of the imagination, extraordinarily rich. Mordred allowed him to keep most of the treasure he found so he could sleep on his ever-growing hoard in contentment. Occasionally Mordred would make a withdrawl, and sometimes he'd give his dragon a gift. Angmar kept the gifts from his master in a dedicated pile, and slept with his head rested on them; always on the look-out for thieves.

Placing the box in the pocket of his trousers Mordred crossed to his mirror. His court finery was, as ever, beautiful in its understatement, his rank evident in nothing more flamboyant than the silver embroidery running around the hems of his tunic and the ornate buckles of his boots. He wore only one ring, a dragon biting its own tail, and a pendant around his neck. It had been a gift from his mother on his discovery. A little crumb of sentimentality on display for the world to see.

Satisfied with his appearance he made his way to the nearest staircase and descended the steps to the floor below. He wandered the now-familiar route along the corridor to Gaiane's room. He paused once to exchange words with a guard Captain he'd worked with the evening before in an attempt to improve security. Finally he came to a stop in front of his lady's door and knocked; three sharp well-placed raps.

the darkness will rise from the deep

photo by jannis at flickr.com


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