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 plucked idly at the grass, letting Pallas' words wash over him. Arched brows contracted in frown. He hadn't liked Uncle Murphy's rooms. They were dark, lit only by a couple of old oil lamps and the fire crackling in the grate. The walls were hidden by stacks of books, so they seemed to press in around you, and the jars... They'd sent a shudder down his spine. He wasn't sure what was in them, but he knew, with the certainty of a child, that he never wanted to find out.

And yet, Papa had told him he must learn whatever Uncle Murphy wanted to teach him, and he had to learn it well. Oh, and, he wasn't to tell Mama about any of it. It was men's business, Papa said, of kings and princes. And if he wanted to grow up strong...

"I don't see what all this talking has to do with flying anyway!"he snapped at his mother's dragon, folding his arms across his narrow chest.

He turned on his mother, his eyes transforming to electric dragon-blue.

"And I can focus just fine when there's something worth focusing on!"

Shaking his head, Loholt climbed to his feet, glancing between the two of them, his hands forming little fists. The pounding of his heart thundered in his chest, echoing in his ears.

"And maybe if you don't let me fly with you..." he pushed, rounding on Pallas again, "then I'll just have to go and fly on my own. How's that for a hatchling?"

He thrust out his chin defiantly, planting his feet firmly in the grass.

"Not like you can stop me. What are you going to do? Pull my wings off?"

Tears prickled at the back of his eyes, and when they crept forwards, he batted them away with the backs of his hands, a noise of frustration bubbling up from somewhere deep in his chest. He threw himself back down on the floor, drawing his knees up to his chest. He lowered his head, pressing his eyes against his knees.

"Nothing's stolen anything!" he shot back, his voice muffled by the fabric of his breeches. "I'm just tired of being stuck in stupid pointless lessons all the time!"
Jyrki Salmi






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