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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 blinked as the boy floundered. He raised his eyebrow like he'd seen his Papa do when one of the guards was being difficult, and waited for him to stop stuttering, his arms folded across his chest. Mortimer held his position between them. He didn't growl, he just watched, sorrowful eyes looking reproachfully down the length of his long muzzle. The stranger had an odd scent, not bad, nor dangerous, just...unusual. He communicated as much to his fairy, who nodded.

Odd was about right.

"This is my Papa's castle," Loholt informed the strange boy, lifting his chin, "he's the king of Shaman..." He broke off, exchanging a look with Mort and sighing. "That's the world you're on, just in case you didn't know."

Loholt snorted, failing to hold back a laugh. "Haven't you ever been to a castle before?" he asked incredulously, "or seen one in a story book?" He grinned, shaking his head.

"My Papa is very important and does a very special job," Loholt explained, gesturing around the courtyard. "Lots of people live and work here, and we own lots of things, so there has to be space to put everything and for everyone to live."

He paused, frowning again. "Do you live in a cottage?" he demanded, tipping his head to one side. "With a thatched roof?" His mobile mouth shifted easily into an excited smile. "It'd be great if you did. I always think they look nice...you know...in the stories."

Rolling his eyes again, Loholt sighed. "You really don't know anything, do you?" he asked. "Trespassing means going into a place owned by someone else without their permission." He unfolded his arms. "And Mort is a dog," he scratched behind the borzoi's ear affectionately, "not a dooog."

There was barely a beat before the strange boy introduced himself and thrust a glass jar a few inches from Loholt's face. For a moment he gaped back at the fish, then baffled, he looked back at Tapir.

"You're very strange," Loholt concluded, retreating a step to try and put some space between the jar and the tip of his nose. "Isn't a tapir an animal with a funny little trunk?" He did his best to imitate one with his hand, lifting it up and down to demonstrate. "And...is that fish...your familiar?"
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