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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.


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.
show me all the scars you hide

No matter how hard she tried to calm down, it still felt like her heart was trying its damndest to escape her throat; she could feel the pulse pounding in her temple, at her throat. Without her consent her eyes lifted again, devoured him, sought herself in his face and eyes and frame. The desire for a connection was painfully strong, desperately seeking some sort of sign that what she'd been told was true, that this man was really her father. Her lips trembled, so she firmed them; her hand shook, so she clasped them together before her. Then she froze as every part of her being went quiet to hear his voice. Her mind strained, wondering if she'd heard that sound before. Not since she was born, perhaps, but before? She swallowed, shifted a bit anxiously. Glanced towards the guard, then back at her father, and fought the urge to run away. She wasn't even really sure why, but there was a part of her that was beyond nervous, and wasn't completely sure how to handle how she was feeling.

But she was here now, wasn't she? And her mother hadn't raised a coward. She lifted her chin a bit, forced herself to form words.

"Um, yes, I... I'm sure this is a bit of a..." she bit her lower lip, tucking a strand of her long dark hair behind her ears and daring to drift a bit closer to the bars. "Surprise."

"Okay, that's like the understatement of the year," she muttered, blowing out a long slow breath. She winced a bit as the baby shifted, resting a hand on her belly as she considered how best to try and explain. "Um... It's a long story. Before the floods came, I guess, my mom - um, Birch - and I got pulled through a portal. Like how some people come to Shaman?"

She paused, sucking in a breath and cocking her head to study Jacopo again. "I grew up in a place called Knell. Time passes differently there, I guess. It's been months here, and sixteen years there. Almost seventeen. We... my sister Cypress and I, that is, just got back. N-not exactly sure how, but... here we are. And then Torram said... maybe we should meet so... um..."

"Maybe not that long of a story," she murmured. At least, not that part of it. She shifted anxiously, smoothing her dress again. What would she do if he didn't believe her? What if he told her he didn't care, or made the guard take her away? Almost worse, how was she supposed to tell him the rest? What if he asked about Birch? Or... maybe she shouldn't have mentioned Cypress?


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