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 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.



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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located here
  • 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.
You lost your mind in the sound
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Rid of the monsters inside your head
"Yes," he replied eagerly, his voice just above a whisper, "yes, it's me."

I've missed you he wanted to say. He wanted to reach out to her, to offer comfort, reassurance, anything she needed. But the gulf between them held true.

"I don't really know," he replied instead, shrugging stiff shoulders. "I think...I think it must be the Omniety, but I don't know how I got involved. I was in the forest and some guards were chasing me. They set fire to the trees and...and then..." Tristan broke off, shaking his head. He managed a smile. "I met Merlin, Thea! The Merlin! It was...he was..."

He broke off as the floorboards above their heads began to creak and groan anew. More booted feet trampled over their heads, sending down a flesh flurry of dust-snow. Tristan dropped his voice again.

"I wish I could tell you everything."

But he couldn't. He was upsetting her. Tristan took a step closer and then hesitated, stopped, his brows knitting together in a concerned frown.

"He can't do anything to me like this," he told her, gesturing at his grandfather's body with his borrowed hands. His smile widened. "Not Mordred, not any creature he keeps in the walls. I can keep you safe, I can keep us safe, I..." Tristan stopped again and looked her up and down.

"Has he hurt you?" he demanded, voice laced with concern. "I swear to God, if he's hurt you..."

He couldn't see any obvious indications. There weren't any cuts or bruises. She held herself a little stiffly but out of fear, not pain. Tristan raised his eyebrows, trying, straining to understand.

"Why didn't you come?" he asked her, his voice catching, "you don't...you didn't...believe him, did you?"

He hadn't considered for one moment that she might. But why else had she stayed away so long? Why was she dressed in Mordred's livery, in the same blue that chased him through the forest. What had she done in the months he'd been away? There were too many questions, too much uncertainty. Forcing himself to look up, Tristan met her eye, waiting, wishing for an answer that would make sense.

"It was my father's birthday yesterday," he told her, tears building in his eyes. Driven on by nagging doubts he felt to try and convince her that his side of the story was true. "Someone's planted a tree at the edge of the forest. I go there sometimes, to think. That's where the guards found me. He'd sent them to wait, knowing what day it was, knowing I'd come. I think it was the first time I properly realised...he's never going to stop until he's killed me."

Tristan ran his fingers through his hair as he watched her face for any kind of tell.

"Is he?" he prompted. Tristan shook his head. "What if...what if we killed him first?"


Tristan
Put all your faults to bed, you can be king again

Paul Johnston





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