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.
the dark side of the sun

I may not always know what's right, but I know I want you here tonight.

Time was immaterial when you had infinite amounts of it at your disposal. Mallos had a better grasp of time than most of the originals, being the youngest and therefore (for some reason) the most grounded in mortal matters, but he still frequently emerged from his life to regard its passage with a blink of bemusement. Mortal lives progressed at dizzying speeds when days felt like hours and weeks felt like days. Until very recently, in Mallos’ head, Tristan was still twelve and Morgana was still nineteen. It was only when Mordred had forced through a new chapter that those rose-tinted versions of reality had been hauled back to the present day.

Gawain, it seemed, had been lost to them only a year or so ago, in the brutal winter which had cost Mallos not only his eldest grandson but also his daughter. And yet, here he now was – not the grinning teen of his family’s stories, but a young man aged beyond his years. Another reminder that time continued ticking even when gods failed to notice it doing so.

Gawain sat up, shunting around to provide more space. Mallos shifted forward slightly so that his back was no longer against the roses, feeling the back of his shirt snag against a thorn as he moved. He plucked a leaf from the nearest bush and rolled it between his fingers, listening patiently while Gawain verbalised his wandering thoughts. He responded to the suggestion that he might have been disturbed with a single shake of the head, but otherwise remained quiet and impassive, letting the young man talk himself out. All of it struck a cord which was unsettlingly close to home. Mallos understood, on a little too personal a level, what it was like to vanish from society for years and then be plunged headfirst back into it. He had experienced déjà vu in places broadly untouched by time, and had felt his head spin at the overwhelming sights and sounds of the twenty-first century. The simple, rural communities he’d known had been replaced by sky-high bustling cities which assaulted every sense. Shaman, in the early years, had been a comforting in its simultaneous familiarity and newness.

Silence fell, not uncomfortably. Mallos waited another moment, considering his words. Mordred’s violent betrayal had left honesty feeling like a dangerous game, but Gawain had given every sign of deserving no less.

“I was locked underground for a thousand years.” He said eventually, with a little shrug. That much was common knowledge; if Gawain didn’t already know it, he’d’ve found out sooner or later anyway. “Coming back and finding your place again is hard. Sometimes you end up in a different role to the one you expected. Sometimes it’s better.”

The leaf was disintegrating between his fingers. Mallos discarded it and reached into his pocket to extract a piece of blu tak, which he subsequently started to remould.

“I’ll always come if you ask for me.” He lifted his eyes from the blu tak to meet Gawain’s briefly. “You’re my grandson. That’s my job.”
I've learned enough to know I'm never letting go
Photography by Raul Soler

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