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.
I lost my name.

It was hard to miss a fairy with a thick mop of black hair barely in control, and it was harder to miss a fairy with a combination of wild hair and tinkling gold jewels shining on his ears, neck and wrists. Strands of his short shoulder length black hair seemed more inclined to weave themselves in and out and around each other in a tangled mess despite the handfuls of hair stuffed in a thick pair of gold band clips (a failed attempt at restraining said hair). The disheveled look, however, stopped short at his hair. Sweeping down his shoulders in a color of dark violet embroidered with thin gold strands, the olive skinned fairy’s coat ended short of his knees, the ends a simple curve mirroring the slow rise of its high collar. It seemed about the only expensive attire he had compared to the simple white shirt, burgundy pants and a pair of brown boots.

Asef ran his hands through his hair, shifting the thin strings of gold earrings loose from his hair. Casting his eyes left and right, he passed his gaze over the stone walls, the archways and eventually down to the grounds sprawled around him. Along the way he’d been given a passing glance by the stationed royal guards, but other than one or two cursory glances, no one seemed interested in approaching him. Which was all well and good. He also had the anti-wing potion to thank for slipping through. Without its existence, his lack of wings would have been a smite more suspicious to those around him, and he was rather certain one of the guards would have taken a keen interest in a fairy lacking a pair of wings.

Ducking under one of the archways, he found himself in a quiet, serene atmosphere. Soft motes of light slipped through the windows, colors of warm gold and yellow playing over the shelves lined along the gray walls. The library seemed a world of its own, separated from the goingons outside of its sturdy walls. Every library smelled the same too; the thick scent of old paper, the almost cozy feeling that curled from his toes up to the top of his head. Even the sudden onslaught of wanting a quick nap between the covers of a book came rushing in. However, Asef picked his way through the library, weaving around other fairies, past bookshelves and finally took a seat near the back close to a single long window, it’s upper portion, a stained glass, casting colorful reflections alone the austere floor. From here, he peered out at the castle grounds, choosing to partake in his usual activity of watching. He was, quite frankly, a boring old prune.



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