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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.



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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  • 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.
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"Ah!" Tristan said, nodding sagely, "I keep trying that one, but it hasn't worked yet." Arthur fixed him with another look.
"You get yourself into enough trouble from what I hear," the king said with a half-smile, "so I'd keep quiet on that score if I were you." Tristan grinned.
"My lips are sealed!" he replied, tipping Gaiane a wink as he wandered back towards the dining table in the centre of the room and struck up conversation with the girl engaged in setting it. Arthur rolled his eyes and offered their guest a weary apologetic shrug.

"Where's Ana got to?" Nimueh asked curiously, looking to Arthur and then standing on tiptoes to peer out the window as she she'd be able to spot her.
"She was running some training sessions this afternoon," Mordred piped-up, "I saw her packing up. She's probably gone to get changed."
"Dred tells us he's been training you, Gaiane," Arthur smiled over Nimueh's nods, "how are you getting along?" Dred gave her shoulder an encouraging squeeze.
"I keep telling her she should join in with one of Ana's sessions," he explained to the group, "your styles would probably be more in sync."
"This one's incredibly lanky," Arthur agreed, nodding at his brother, "makes him trickier to train with."

The dinner bell sounded.
"Excellent!" Tristan declared from the other side of the room, throwing himself enthusiastically into his chair, "I'm starving."
"I'm pretty sure he lives starving," Nimueh laughed, leaning in to Gaiane again, "that's growing boys for you. Arthur ate me out of house and home." Mordred stepped round in front of them and offered Gaiane his hand. He escorted her to the table and pulled out the chair to the right of his. The king took the chair at the head of the table, Nimueh the foot, and Tristan lounged on his father's right hand side, the place set for his aunt beside him.
"We're going to be needing a bigger table!" Nimueh enthused, sounding delighted, "if Ana ever wants to bring Mace along."

The soup had been served by the time Morgana arrived. She wore a dress of midnight blue which revealed lighter shades when it caught the candlelight. The corset-style top revealed a slim waist before giving way to a flowing skirt. Her raven-black hair fell loose about her shoulders.
"Sorry eveyone," she said as she strode in through the door, "someone really needs to teach your guards how to tidy up, Arthur."
"I'm sure they do," the king replied without looking up, helping himself to another spoonful of soup. Morgana smirked and sat down next to Tristan, filling her bowl from the tureen in the centre of the table.
"Gaiane," Mordred said with a small smile, "this is Morgana. Morgana, Gaiane."


Mordred
the darkness will rise from the deep


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