Oliford

















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.
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Loholt


Loholt turned his back on the wall and threw the ball again, back up the length of the lawn towards the castle. It was less likely to escape in that direction. With a woof of delight Mort set off after it, his long legs carrying his gracefully over the ground. The boy laughed, enjoying his share of his familiar's elation. The sun was warm, the gardens were full of rabbits, and they were young and alive. Lost in Mortimer's excitement, Loholt didn't sense the girl at all. He jumped when she spoke, and spun around quickly, his eyes wide.

"Where did you come from?" he asked her curiously, and with no small amount of awe. She looked like the kind of girl who might suddenly appear out of a flower patch. She wasn't as tidy as the little girls he knew around the castle, there was a natural wildness to her. "Did you magic your way here?"

He bet she had.

At his back, Mortimer skidded to a halt just as the wolf emerged from the shrubbery. Loholt would have been frightened if the wolf hadn't spoken so quickly. He had a deep kind rumbley kind of voice, a bit like Loholt's very favourite guard. Callum always had sweets in his pockets, and always had one to spare, two for princes!

The girl is right Mort thought, "losing the ball would have been very sad. It smells good."

Loholt nodded. He addressed the wolf first.

"Hello, Sir," he said, remembering the manners his Mama had tried to teach him. "It's nice to meet you." He paused, taking a deep breath as he tried to remember what was supposed to say next. "I am Prince Loholt, welcome to my Papa's house."

I think you got it! Mortimer enthused, it sounded very good to me.

Lo smiled and turned to the two visitors.

"Mort is very happy you found the ball. He says it would have been sad to lose it because it smells very good."

As if on cue, Mort pushed the now wet and sticky tennis ball into Loholt's empty hand. He grinned and held it up for the girl and wolf to see.

"Would you like to stay and play with us?" he asked. "I've got other toys by the apple tree over there." Loholt gestured vaguely to his left. "It's also very good for climbing, but not if you're a dog."

He stroked the top of the Borzoi's black head. "Mort doesn't like climbing."



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