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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.
and carry you down into sleep; Gaiane, from below
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"Likewise," Morgana smiled, before taking her first mouthful of soup. "I owe you a thank you. I think you're the reason I'm not being force-fed fish again." She had some more soup.
"When the flood finally recedes," Tristan chimed in, "I swear, I won't want to see another fish as long as I live!"
"I think the chefs have done a wonderful job for us!" Nimueh said, "at least they mix up the flavours a bit. Where I grew up fish was just fish." Tristan grinned.
"Yes, Grandmother," he agreed, helping himself to another ladle of soup, "but they weren't your next-door neighbours, were they? There's something a little unsettling about waking up to find a flatfish staring in through your bedroom window."
"Especially if the said flat fish then ends up on your plate at dinner time," Mordred joined in, throwing a half-smile in Gaiane's direction.

When they had all had their fill of their first course, the servers returned to clear the tureen and their bowls. Mordred turned his hand under Gaiane's and slotted his fingers through hers.
"Do you feel like coming over to The Peaks sometime, Gaiane?" Morgana asked, tucking a stray strand of hair back behind her ear. "There's all sorts of things you could get involved in if you felt like it. Handing out clothes and blankets, distributing supplies, giving out medicine and bandages, that kind of thing." She smiled. "Don't worry if you don't fancy it. I can count the number of time Dred's visited on one hand." Mordred laughed.
"What can I say," he shrugged, as the servers filed back in with the main course. They served Arthur first and then circled clockwise around the table, "I lack your common touch, sister."

When everyone had been served they tucked in.
"Oh man," Tristan said with a little moan, "real, proper, actual meat!" Nimueh laughed and looked to Gaiane.
"Mordred told me you have a bit of a sweet tooth," he said brightly, "when you get back to your room you'll find I sent you up some little cakes. I hope you're a fan of lemon." It was Arthur's turn to laugh.
"If she can eat any of your cakes after one of Jean's meals, then she's a very impressive woman indeed." Nimueh smiled up the table at him.
"I sent a tin too," she retorted, taking a mouthful of quail and then winking at Gaiane, "the cakes will keep 'til tomorrow."


Mordred
the darkness will rise from the deep


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