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.
make breakfast for myself

sun's up, a little after twelve
make breakfast for myself, leave the work for someone else

The flowerbeds beside her rustled. Ángie turned her head slightly, keeping one eye on her increasingly-fanatical baby-sitter while listening out for the sound again. It was subtle. Probably the wind.

Something shifted in the corner of her vision. Abandoning her sights from Anita, Ángie twisted her neck around just in time to see a man crouch down beside her. She didn’t recognise him, but then again, he was very unremarkable. Nor was he anyone important, like daddy or Uncle Arthur. Probably just the help.

Even so, a servant could cause her problems now if he decided to give away her position. He was gazing off into the distance rather than looking at her, but she eyed him suspiciously, calculating. If he called Anita over, she’d have no chance of running – there were guards and bystanders everywhere. Her plan to find Uncle Arthur would have to be abandoned. She’d still be able to deliver some good old-fashioned revenge, though; she was in a good position to be able to kick him in the shins from here, and she could scream loudly enough to make his ears ring for several minutes.

He spoke after a brief pause, his question causing the hairs to stand up on the back of her head. Ángie hadn’t had much interaction with people outside of family, but nobody she’d spoken to called her Mallos’ daughter. Everyone knew who she was. The man used the English variant of her name, anj-el-ah, instead of the Spanish her parents employed, an-khe-lah. That wasn’t suspicious in itself, since most of the help also adopted the English version, but it was also the name that Anita was running around and shouting right now. No way was Ángela about to identify herself to someone who would probably just stand up and shout here she is!

“No.” She told him without pause. Only four, Ángela was already an excellent liar. It was a skill which both her parents valued. “I’m Morgana.”

Her half-sister’s name was the one which came to her the quickest, so she employed it smoothly while keeping him guardedly within her sights. If he made a move to stand, she’d get kicking.

progeny of the warbird and the sun-god

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