Four years have passed sense the noble houses stood together against the might of the Corrupted King. Though Tauron was saved from his corruption it came at a cost. The Tenuous pact between the nobles had all but evaporated. The dull life of every day society to elves has returned, the nobles never allowing for another king to be placed upon the throne fearful of what a person could do. A council of the top ten noble houses was formed and rule the elves, but the power held within is dismal and always changing. Like their Drow brethren the elves have decided power can only be held by those who can keep it.
The world however doesn't know that the Corrupted king has broken free. Imprisoned for ten thousand years by his own kind and Banished from Tauron he gather's his strength and an army of those who would still follow him to fight and reclaim his crown, and enforce the elves back under his rule, but the very Forests of Tauron whisper his name, like a great plague has once again returned to the world.
The Noble's Cycle is one of hatred; Alliances forged and broken. They have paid the price for sharing the world with each other and have forgotten what makes them strong, but they will need to stand as one to fight a common enemy once again, or fall one by one divided.
[u [center 1. Ok, so as this sits its a war based Rp, obviously, but no one knows the king has come back, at least not yet, so at the start of this rp all the houses are basically trying to gain ultimate power or if they have it try and keep it.]]
[u [center 2. This Rp specifically will focus on the Tauron's top 100 elven houses, anything below that is known as a lesser noble house unless they can reach to be rank above 100.]]
[u [center 3. Houses are not ranked based off Land mass, or their property, but they are ranked based off three things. The first is Military power, how big their army/Navy are. The second is Magical power. This is how many mages are known to live within the house and how far back does the line of magic go. The third is by Economical Commerce; how much money does the house make in comparison to the other houses. Its these three things that decide a House's Over all rank.]]
[u [center 4. Every House has what is called an Eternal tree, this tree is the marking of the house's nobility, usually found within the Capital or within a very well defended fortress as its the most important thing to a noble house besides its people. Its what give's the house's mages their connection to magic. These Tree are linked to what is called the Oak of Ages.]]
The oak of Ages is a Giant Six thousand foot tree found within the center of all the elven lands. Guarded by a group of elves known as Templar. The oak flourishes all the forests the elves call home, and is the link to the realm of magic. The Oak of Ages is the reason elves are given an unnatural long life. The only peaceful place in the elven lands during Wartime The oak of ages houses the academy for the elven people known as Ashenwood Academy. It also holds the Temple, The Temple of the Stars. where all the gods and goddesses are praised and worshiped. The Oak is also were elves come to seek luck or good fortune.
[Center The link above, is a link to where all the houses are at based off their over all rank. Once we get this going and a few more houses has been added I will throw a key onto the map and what houses are what number.]
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[b [u Any rule breaking and you shall be dismissed and your characters taken over/killed to the way we see fit.]]
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|Photo and link Not fully done for the link | Name: First and Last | Race: What type of elf are ya?| House: What house are you from? | House rankings: Military?, Magical? Economical? | Rank held: what rank do you hold in the house? | Prefered weapon(s): Max 3|
Name: Anjui(Angel) Felwood| Race: Half Silver elf Half Dark elf| House: Silverleaf| | House rankings: Military 25th, Magical 20th, Economical 5th, Overall 15th | Rank Held: Slave to the prince | Preferred weapon: Bow and arrow, and a Dark elf set of Knives.
Name: Serena Trinity | Race: Wood Elf | House: Trinity | | House rankings: Military 27th, Magical 24th, Economical 9th, Overall 20th | Rank Held: Protector of the Queen | Preferred weapon: Dual wield scimitars held on her back, carries a hidden dagger on her thigh, and has skill with bow but doesn't carry one.
Name: Alanna Auglothas | Race: High elf | House: Eltauriel | House rankings: Military 30th, Magical 15th, Economical 22nd, Overall 23rd | Rank held: Mage in the army | Prefered weapon(s): staff, twin set of daggers.
| Name: Chisolté Tulirin| Race: Noble Earth Elf| House: Tulirin | House rankings: Military 1st, Magical 2nd, Economical 2nd, Overall Rank 1 | Rank held: Queen, but is perceived as a rogue at first sight| Prefered weapon(s): Sword, bow and arrow, and twin katanas.
|Name: Candle Wisperwind | Race: Dragonkin elf | House: Formerly Lothlorien | House rankings: Military 2nd, Magical 7th, Economical 3rdth, Over all rank 2nd. | Rank Held: Former High Druid, currently Mercenary band Captain |Preferred Weapon(s): a thin Rapier blade and a Fiddle Bow.
| Name: Irrius Greyslayer| Race: Aquatic Elf| House: Thalassa | House rankings: Military 29th, Magical 26th, Economical 20th, Overall 25th | Rank held: The Queen’s personal mage| Preferred weapon(s): a staff,throwing daggers, and a gladius sword.
Name: Aliri Calian | Race: High Moon elf | Rank held: Corrupted King | Preferred weapon: Demonic magic, Several Dark elf made blades, and a High Elf bow and arrow.
| House: Winter | House rankings: Military 7th, Magical 1st, Economical 1st, Overall 3rd |
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Anjui could think of only one thing that would give the Lord Silverleaf a reason to get rid of both his child and that of the slave he wished to sell to the highest seller, but to think that it would work would be foolish. How could it even be proven that the young Silverleaf prince was not his child? His mother was dead, and no one around would known if he was born from the late house lady and her husband? Perhaps not even that but the Lord produced a child outside of his marriage and was only using the child as a hold over the women whom bore him?
The chains from around his ankles and wrists seemed to give way to the knife the young prince placed around as the key. Perhaps there was more to this noble elf lady standing in front of him then what everyone spoke of. The high queen of the elves had come from house winter, the one that had just tried to assassinate her, but their reasons evaded Anjui until it dawned upon him. It was the man believed to be his father, The corrupted king. Rumors had it the nobility of house Tulirin were relatives and even more so he was related to the family that rules the house.
Grabbing his wrists and rubbing them from the being tiresome. The male fell onto his ass and started his ankles as well. He looked up as soon as he heard the voice of the female mage from earlier. Sheh ad wanted to know what had happened and while the Chisolte Tulirin told a brief description of what happened Anjui had stood back up. [#f6a60e "The house winter has attempted an assassination on The Lady Tulirin. Their reasonsings being as House Tulirin is related to the Corrupted king. It seems everyone speaks that he is my father."]
It was then the noble elf had seen the red haired lady come up to his bars and place her hand on them. They seemed to fade away from her as she stepped up the Anjui she placed her hand on his head and a smile played across his face like it was dancing. [#f6a60e "The only way to convince Lord silverleaf to allow his young heir to go with is by either merging his house into Tulirin, by offering up perhaps a marriage proposal of one's heir to the other. Or to prove that Lord Silverleaf is not his father. Or The Lady silverleaf is not his mother....That or...No that one isn't possible."]
Chisolté stared at the corpse. Why would an Arctic Elf want to assassinate her? Candle was back on guard, and out of the shadows came Alanna, and was somewhat appalled from what she saw. Chisolté looked back to the corpse [i "I know not... But i believe this Elf was attempting to kill me"], she said, a bit sarcastically. She looked to the Prisoners. [i "Do you know of any way that could sway your father in our favor?"] she whispered to the prince.
She meant to help. And if buying them is the only way, so be it. She had to prepare them, and she had to soon.
Even though Lady Eirwen was smiling, Alanna still felt unsure. Alanna did not understand why Lady Eirwen needed a mage from a different house. Had Lady Eirwen forgotten to bring a mage from her own house with her? That was a possibility. But how about the two elves that seemed to follow Lady Eirwen, the male and female elf from before, they seemed as if they were something more than just followers; were none of the two of them mages?
Healing, that was all the Lady Eirwen wanted. Just a small little problem with healing magic. Alanna's forte was not healing magic. She knew some healing magic, but Alanna was more oriented towards offensive fighting magic. A sort of strong, frontline combat mage.
Despite all of this uncertainty, Alanna could appreciate the show of compassion from Lady Eirwen. Even though it was still bad considering Anjui would be enslaved under another house, at least the old wounds would be completely healed.
Lady Eirwen added another piece to his already confusing puzzle. The male elf, Dart, was a mage who's forte in magic as in medicinal magic. It just felt off to Alanna. If Lady Eirwen had a mage who knew medicinal magic extremely well, then why would she need the services of another mage? Was there something that Lady Eirwen knew that escaped everyone else?
Alanna chuckled as Dart called her a "young one". Even though by looks it did not appear she and him were that much apart by age, there was a possibility that he was older than her by more than a few years.
Even though it still bugged Alanna as to why she was needed in healing Anjui, she would still help.
But before she could even answer, the female standing off in the corner said something. It was soft, but Alanna got the vibe that she had gotten the first time she had run into this female.
Especially when it coincided with a noise from one of the cells.
Alanna sprinted over to the cell where Anjui and the rest who had come down were, for it was only there that any noise could have come from. An expletive blasted out of Alanna's mouth as she saw the inside of the cell. A dead elf lying on the floor and still bleeding out, and two elves with blades drawn out. Had a murder in cold blood happened here, or had something else happened?
[+purple "What happened here?"]
[+purple "I am Alanna Auglothas of House Eltauriel, and it is a pleasure to meet you Lady Eirwen."] she responded respectfully to her question, [+purple "I would be happy to assist in any way I can."] Lady Eirwen was happy to hear the answer flop into her lap. Serena could tell by the gleam of her teeth peeking out from her smile. [+blue “I am happy to hear it dear. I would be in your debt if you could help the boy, should he be accepting of the offer or not…”] the Queen spoke her words like she were playing a song that needed only harmonies. [+blue “I want him healed you see.”] she said looking towards the cells briefly [+blue "If he is to be bought into slavery again tomorrow morning or be taken freely by a house not my own, I want him to face the day clear of wounds in the least… at it’s start.”] She finished, and Dart nodded in the foreground. Serena brooded in the corner. She was growing impatient. Her and the Queen exchanged glances and the scolding look of kindness fall onto her eyes. Lady Eirwen could hide her anger with a smile better than any bard among elves and men. [+blue “Dart…] he stepped forward into the conversation [+blue “Is one of our best mages, and though he has skill in battle he shows his true abilities in medicinal magic. If you could assist him… That is all I ask.] she said looking back to the Lady Alanna. Serena looked from the cells where an eerie feeling crept into her mind as she focused on it. She heard Darts words and immediately was pulled back to the conversation at hand..
Dart listened to the conversation always so attentive to Serena’s smallest gestures. The way the right side of her lips raised slightly, almost unnoticeable to someone who hadn’t known her for as long as she was alive. Every time this happened he knew she was frustrated with something and by the way her eyes daggered to the areas of the cells… he knew it had to be something he hadn’t seen coming.
He listened to the queen ask for assistance, and though he thought himself capable on his own some added magic from a willing aid shouldn’t be turned down. He nodded and looked up to meet eyes with the other woman. He let off a welcoming and soft grin as the Lady Eirwen spoke, his name came into her words and he moved forward slightly, she spoke next of his skill, and modestly he pulled his hand up to the back of his neck scratching a bit. [+violet “I would only need a bit of your Magik Da’len. Nothing to harm you.”] He said as though he were an elder of sorts though he looked barely older than Alanna herself.
Eirwen finished her words and waited for the answer to come. She had agreed to help but it can strain a person to have their magiks syphoned, but Eirwen thought it would be something easy enough to handle with Dart being as careful as he always was. She noted Serena’s disturbed expression and the hints at her anger for unknown reasons she cast her a guised smile and then continued her conversation. Dart spoke softly as always and then Serena had to chime in before Alanna had even answered [+navy “Ma vhenan…?] Her words were soft but meant for attention…and specifically Darts. Something stirred in the cells, and Serena wanted to go look.]
Anjui looked upon the Earth elf who had come into his cell area. She had spoken of Freedom, not only for himself but the young prince as well. What chains was it he faced? The only chains he might face is from elven society itself that and the ideas his father wishes to impose upon him as the future ruler of house silverleaf. Yes it was a low position at the moment within elven social standing, but Lord silverleaf was working on changing that and quickly it seemed before all the events of the past few hours had fallen.
The prince had pulled the blade away from Anjui as his ears perked up at the lady's words. She was after all the closest thing to a Queen their people had. She had no husband, but she had children that would continue her house if she were to ever die. Anjui felt the cold sting of the blade however dig not into his flesh but into the chains that were around his wrists and ankles. [#431256 "House Tulirin can't stand against the other houses all by itself. You can free the people you claim as yours, however Anjui will not be taken from me...Ever he will be mine."]
Anjui looked to Lady Chisolte and her dragonkin guard who was with her. The others had long sense left it seems having their questions answered to their content, that or they would be back before dawn's light. Dropping to the floor however Anjui hit the concrete hard and grabbed his wrists and ankles from the burn where the shakles cut into his skin. Hearing however something coming from Behind Anjui recognized the face that seemed to emerge from the shadows.
It was the first elf to visit his cells, Lady Vonyr. A blade drawn out made of pure ice. She had seemed death in her eyes. At first Vonyr seemed to not notice the prince within the cell, however her eyes snapped as she understood who was witness there, As she stepped closer and closer to the Great Lady Chisolte however her eyes snapped to the guard The Dragonkin elf Candle fiddle bow and fiddle drawn out.
Vonyr had dove at Chisolte screaming something in Artic elf. Candle however had stopped the attack his fiddle bow in the way of the lady's blade. The difference however was her ice magic was not freezing the bow like it would on normal blades. [b "You will pay for the assassination attempt on my lady's life."]
Candle threw his bow up to force vonyr's blade away from her hand, however the blade only went up and shattered. As vonyr was reforming it Candle went and chopped off her hand first. forming her blade in the other hand Vonyr went for another lethal blow on her target only to have her other hand cut off by the prince's knife. It wasn't candle that had ended Vonyrs life however it was the single blade thrust from the prince who had cut off her hand in meaning to go for her head not her hand. He had missed her head, but got her throat instead.
Candle stepped back to watch as the artic elf bled out to death his bow still drawn out in ready for the prince to attack once again.
All the elves had departed to their rooms... All but Chisolté and Candle. She watched the King, but she didn't feel the need to present herself. He had yelled to his servant to check the Eternal Tree, and the servant left... Then returned with news that nothing had changed. Chisolté watched as he spoke to his guard, then she departed, to speak with this slave, no doubt.
Candle then expressed his concerns. He wanted them to speak with the slave... To buy him before Lothlorien could buy him. To him, this slave Anjui was a political threat, and he had bet his wages on the purchase of him. Chisolté looked to him a moment before looking to the sulking King. She will speak with him.
She turned to him. Her eyes told him to seek out the slave and speak with him once he's alone. [I I do not want you to scare him or harm him... Only speak with him... See why he has touched the tree]
She then turned ahead and walked forward. She lifted her chin, and with her bare feet, began walking towards the King... And she parted her lips just enough to let her fragile voice escape like rustling silk. [I "Lord Silverleaf... "]
Her unrecognizable voice had caught his attention, and he was forced to ask the most obvious of questions. She let the halos in her irises glow gold as she looked upon him. [I "I am Queen Chisolté, from The House of Tulirin. You have invited me to your lovely House, and I have witnessed what gives you burden. "] her beautiful and delicate voice vibrated along the room.
He seemed confused at first, but to see her glowing demeanor had him speechless for a moment. She had a confident but modest stature. Her white hair was pulled from it's ponytail, and had been falling along her right shoulder.
She closed her halo eyes before nodding her head once. [I "I will speak with your slave and your Prince. It seems... Their roles must be put into effect"]
She didn't leave room for him to speak, she simply walked away, and nary a guard touched her, fearful of the consequences of doing the deed.
When she reached the dungeon, she had noticed that there were others, trying to pry Intel from the poor boy. Shr also noticed that The Silver leaf Prince was held within the dingeon... Smeared in elven blood. She hadn't made a move to the dungeon, but she could see that the Prince had a dagger, and though the elves hadn't noticed, she had noticed the fear in the slave's eyes.
She turned to her guard [I "This seems troubling"] she said. The guard thought fast, and called upon them all to disperse upon her appearance. He announced the beauty as she revealed herself, and all elves were forced to bow and to depart from her presence. The Pronce had a fearful look in his eyes, but Chisolté had felt a different vibe... An insane disdain for those that were willing to separate him from his slave. Chisolté let her halo eyes look upon him. [I "Calm yourself, young Prince. You have received treatment you deserved, yet I am not here to cause you pain and anguish. "] she looked to the slave, who was against metal. [I "I do not wish to buy a slave. It is beneath me to enslave my own kind. I wish to buy both of your freedom, and to keep you both safe within the house of Tulirin"]
The guard looked to her with warning, but Chisolté did the same. [I "There is a threat among us. To buy a slave would be futile to the cause. "] she turned to the two of them. [I "yet, I see a prince and his interest shackled in both chains and fate. This, I see that these half breeds hold a purpose. And I am sure to protect the freedoms of our lands"]
Alanna leaned against the wall, eyes closed and head knelt downwards. She found this the best form to be in when waiting on something to happen or on someone. Most of the irritation and frustration from waiting came from constantly comparing the time, minute after minute. In this pose, it was possible, at least for Alanna, to stop that minute by minute comparison of time and let the mind wander.
Although Alanna's mental wanderings were interrupted by sounds coming from the steps to the dungeon. She did not recognize the voice of the female who had just come down the stairs, but Alanna knew that their businesses were the same; to talk to the slave Anjui.
The difference between herself and the female was how the handling of the House of Winter guards came about. In Alanna's case, she had meekly submitted to the guard's demands. Alanna knew she was only a representative of a lower ranked house, and starting a feud over something as slight as a waiting to talk to someone just looked awful. This female on the other hand, she had no problem in poking fun at the House of Winter's pride.
But before anything else could happen, another voice spoke up. So the female who had tried to pick a fight was named Serena, although the 'serene'-es was somewhat lacking in that demonstration before the guards.
House Trinity, ruled by Lady Eirwen. Alanna had heard some rumours about Lady Eirwen, but didn't really care to know much more; spellcasting and fightning were the things she worried about.
It appeared as if Serena either was a guard to Lady Eirwen, along with that male elf from earlier. As the three of them waked by, Alanna fell in behind their steps. But she only followed them so far. Instead of walking into the cell where the slave Anjui was chained, Alanna instead chose to listen and watch the unfolding scene from outside. She did not feel comfortable sitting in a room full of nobles, most of whom ruled houses ranked above her own house.
It irked Alanna that things had turned out this way. She had hoped to have a tête-à-tête conversation, but that plan was blasted to bits. Alanna did not want this to drag on too long, she only wanted to carry out her king's orders as fast as possible. But at least she'd be able to explain what had happened down here to her king without him being angry at her.
Looking at the slave Anjui, Alanna noticed that he seemed to be staring off into the distance. She followed his spaced out look, but did not see anything at all. But magically, Alanna could feel that there was something there. Was it possible that only Anjui could see whatever it was there? It was possible. Magic could be used in such a way where someone could only show themselves to certain persons, while remaining unseen to all others.
The first to leave was the House of Winter. Alanna merely stood in silence as the female ruler of that house walked by, not deigning to even offer a glance. Even that was ignored. Sometimes it was good to be a house with a much lower ranking.
Three new pairs of feet begun to walk away from the cell. Those three pairs soon stopped. The group of three was composed of Lady Eirwen, Serena, and the male elf.
Alanna was somewhat taken aback that Lady Eirwen was asking for her assistance. Yes she was a mage, but did not Lady Eirwen have her own mages? Whatever the deal was, Alanna quickly recovered. Here was too good of an opportunity to pass up to do a friendly deed for another house.
Alanna stood up properly in a straight posture. Maintaining a sure eye contact, [+purple "I am Alanna Auglothas of House Eltauriel, and it is a pleasure to meet you Lady Eirwen."] Alanna bowed respectfully before continuing, [+purple "I would be happy to assist in any way I can."]
[div [h3 Eirwen ]
Lady Trinity smiled with compassion to the poor boy chained the way he was. As she sat down next to Vonyr. The other elves were announced and Anjui spoke. He spoke with dignity and was reasonable with his requests though, Eirwen didn’t intend for much of an audience if any. Eirwen smiled and nodded to the other nobles. [+blue “It seems we all have questions for the boy. I am also sure we all think we deserve to go first. I will happily wait, since my only concern is to tend to him.”] She winked to Anjui though she didn’t think he would understand at all. Serena and Dart looked at her and silently agreed. She continued without pause [+blue “I am sure he would like a bit of privacy for that. So please take your time.”] she said standing back up and stepping aside for the other house elves. Vonyr of house Winter was quiet as ever and nodded to the slave and the other nobles before leaving the area completely. What she was planning would have to be something no one knew.
She watched, and though she was curious as to the other houses questions; she still got lost in thought. Her king crept into her mind and she was trying to compare his face to Anjui’s. The differences kept her from concentrating. Yes, it was obvious he was a half breed, but she could tell no more. Her mind though unknowingly to her, was clouded by some enchantment. She was ready to move seeing as their questions could take time.
Serena watched the other nobles. She saw the black tree and knew that that could’ve changed everything for the houses present and afar. If the Corrupt King was back as the tree’s colors suggested… then waiting for war season may not matter at all to the others. As the Corrupt King crossed Serena’s mind she couldn’t help but feel some semblance of pity for the love Eirwen held for the king. She knew that if she lost Dart in any way like that it would devastate her. Though Eirwen hadn’t ever acted on her emotions; she never denied how she felt. The king may have never known of her affections but Eirwen spent months mourning him until Serena had enough and forced her out of her room. The memory pushed through all the happenings about her.
[div [+navy “M’lady”] [+brown Knock, Knock.] A wrapping fell upon the Trinity Queen’s door as Serena spoke softly through. [+navy “Please you must come out, I have drawn you a bath and you are needed in council.] Serena waited long as she could; ten minutes at most, but there was no answer from Eirwen. Not even the sound of her breath. [+navy “My queen I am coming in.”] she said as the door swung quietly open and the smell of metals filled her nose. She knew the smell and her eyes grew wide at the thought [+crimson ‘Blood’.] She rushed around the corner to find Lady Eirwen laying in her bed dressed in an all-black sleeping gown with navy blue mourning veil. A vine of thorns was coiled around her arms and legs purposefully too tight. She let the thorns scratch into her skin as she looked up to Serena. [+blue “I cannot”] the queen softly wept. She said the words in a whisper three times before Serena slapped her on the cheek and began removing the vines. Serena held her head low and refused to look at the queen but Eirwen’s eyes bore into the top of her head. The memory faded as she remembered the [I kiss…]]
Serena snapped back into focus and nodded in understanding of the Lady’s intentions as Dart leaned into whisper at The Queens ear, his posture tenser then her own, which begged the question of [b why].
Dart held his focus on who else may or may not join the party. He stood like stone aside from his eyes moving from Lady Trinity, to Serena, to the group of nobles, then to the boy Anjui. Dart was very susceptible to all things magical in nature. One of his principal areas of study should be something he picked up on easily. He felt in his mind there was something here he hadn’t seen, and it was familiar, but not known to him. His eyes scanned the room and only saw a glimmer in the slave’s eyes. Only a second’s worth of reflection. He was a flash of pink and no more.
Dart leaned himself stiffly over to whisper in the queen’s ear. [+violet “My Queen should we retire for a while?”] he asked concernedly. [+violet “These others may take some time. It would be tiresome for you to wait.”] he looked down to show he meant her no insult and then stood. [+blue “Dart we need not leave the area entirely. I would simply like to move to the hall. To perhaps rest until they’re through.”] she said smiling and grabbing him by the chin attempting to assuage him. [+blue “You needn’t worry, I don’t need to know what they want.”] she said with a smile. Her eyes vivified from the blue he was familiar with to a bright glow. Though it wasn’t intimidating it was entrancing. [+violet “Understood.”] he said as he began in front this time to lead them towards the end of the now crowded hall. Eirwen stopped in front of the Elf whom earlier had been seen carrying the banner of house Eltauriel.
The lady Trinity smiled after her brief talk with Dart. She followed him only a few steps before stopping to look at a female elf. This young woman had come in moments after her. She studied her and smiled brightly. [+blue “You’re a mage sweet girl? Could you offer me some assistance? Oh, and beg your pardon, might I have your name?”] she asked before looking back to the slave nodding a farewell and sending the slave a telepathic message. [+blue [b “I have an interesting offer. If you’re willing to hear it. I will be back dear.”]]. The three of them waited for the Woman of house Eltauriel to answer and allowed the other nobles from houses Thalassa, Tulirin, and previously House Winter to have their time. ]
Shackled again, It was the best thing that could have come was at least the release from prince's service and the release of the whip charge the feel of the lash still burning against his left wrist where the shackled now squeezed tightly. House Silverleaf did not play around when it came to their slaves, and even brought to punishent what other houses would consider a small matter. The vale of Sentinels, the House Silverleaf's cells that would be far from the Capital. The largest within the elven world the vale of Sentinels is believed to be where the Dark elves had originated, however it was far from it.
Original Gul Faldor; the now giant dungeon was once a dwarven fortress used during the war between elves and Dwarves. The two races had caused many a distrucion to each other, along with massive genocides to the other races. Upon the end of the war the two races signed a peace treaty, it bound dwarves to the underdark world's tunnels. Having several elven influenced rebuilds onto the structures prisoners were allowed to live natural lives within the halls, on a single condition that they would not go near the gates where the more dangerious prisoners were held. Anjui found himself placed in one of these cells closest to the door.
Anjui had his neck chained to the ceiling, his toes barely touching the floor. His arms streched out in a T shape from himself both chained from the wall they pointed at. His anckled shackled to the floor and to each other. It was like he had more chains then flesh upon his body. The gold dragon upon his body glimmying in the starlight that shown through the wholes placed in the ceiling outside in the hall.
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[#431256 "En Daro Taldim Anjui."] came a soft male voice from within his cell. Upon looking up the white haired half breed noticed it was the boy he wanted to get away from was waiting for him in his own cell, but how was it that the silverleaf prince got here before him? He was dragged away far before the prince even left the party. To make matters worse Anjui had but single piece of cloth to cover himself up with instead of the slave clothing. The prince stepped towards Anjui a knife in hand blood covered the steal and the boy Silverleaf's hands seemed to be stained red. [#f6a60e "My Master Silverleaf, who's blood is on your hands and what have you done?"]
The boy still yet silenct took several steps forward towards his servant. the prince's face seemed twisted, almost like he was going to take his pleasure in the idea of murdering someone. The slave looked upon his master and spoke. [#f6a60e "My Lord what have you done?"] The prince stopped and looked down upon his body the blood seemed to react differently when he saw it this time around. [#431256 "My Mother, My poor mother could not handle the idea of loosing her family, her house, Her lands to nothing more then a common slave, and to make matters worse knowing the King could return damaged her. She couldn't stand to allow you to live. She had sent guards ahead to kill you, but I just couldn't let them. I couldn't let them hurt my precious Anjui."]
that wa when Anjui finally relized just how close the prince actually was to him, his hand laid once again upon Anjui's golden dragon, however this time he held nothing back his hand was placed right upon the mark that went across Anjui's ass like it was his own. The boy's hand was cold, Iron steal cold like it was forged out of his own heart. The reflecting light of the boy's eyes once again had the look of desire once again in them for Anjui's flesh the pale snow skin embeded in nothing more then the gold dragon.
It was then the prince noticed the silent presence of the guard's had disappeared. The boy had silently slipped away back into the shadows of the cell that held anjui, his pale skin reflecting like milk in the light. His head turned up when he heard the approching of shoes brushing the marble floors. [b "Good Evaning."] the female voice was astonishingly familiar. looking up at the women his eyes began to weld with tears. She looked all to familiar and it was astonishing. How could she be alive? how could she be here? Why was she here? It was her voice that pulled Anjui from his thoughts.
[b "“You probably know who I am given my house, but just know that only some of the stories that you have heard about me are true.”] Stories of this women in blue armor had only just reached his ears recently. She was Vonyr Winter; the Artic elf and next in line for its crown. [b “I will try not to bother you too much, but I have a couple of questions for you,”] she said as she passed some food and drink through to Anjui at least not knowing that he was chained up unable to reach it. [b “First off, do you know the meaning of what happened at the Eternity Tree? If so, what do you plan to do about it?”]
Anjui thought a few moments, would it be best to answer it honestly and potentially have his young master who was still yet standing behind him cut his throat while he was unable to do anything about it or should he lie about it and perhaps live. Taking in a deep breath Anjui's voice carried out. [#f6a60e "My Lady. The Eternity tree of house Silverleaf has been claimed by a higher house. It means House Silverleaf has fallen and another rises in its place, even though the silverleaf line is still intact the tree no longer serves them. It is like me caged by them. The colors on the tree the black bark and blue leaves with the small wild black rose is the mark of the Corrupted king. The last king to the elven people before being over thrown by his nobility due to his conception of peace and war. They removed him from power and all of the nobility now rule what little land their house claims as their own."]
Taking in yet another deep breath Anjui went on. [#f6a60e "I have no plans for the Eternity tree of house Silverleaf. While their house is the best stratgiclly placed house on this continent due to its high positioning and limited invasion accesss it also limits their acess to the sea and trade with the other houses they would claim as allies, so while they have an advantage, it can easily be used and turned against the house. The Lord Silverleaf knows this which is why he does not claim war upon his neighbors and the only house above his own Lothlorien the golden woods, house rank two."] thinking even more Anjui calmly put. [#f6a60e "Has anyone checked the Oak of ages, see if it has yet to show the signs of the King's return to the land? No, everyone is to worried about their own Eternity tree that they did not think to check what they are connected to."]
After finishing his answer Anjui heard the announcment of yet another house to come and visit him. Most of all it was the Ruler of the house that had choosen to visit him this time, and in close precession was yet another house as well. House Trinity, The Elves of the house made the male uncofertable, their silver eyes laid upon him as their queen sat next to Vonyr without hesitation like they were but formal partners to his interigation.
Lady Eirwen was a lady of High reputation, and on of Rumor to still believe the king had done what was needed to break the elves out of the shadow of humans. Quick rapid and repeat however was yet another house to arrive. The Mage of house Eltauriel had came close behind Lady Eirwen like she was one of the queen's guards, however she stepped away from her as soon as she could. Perhaps the nobility held a pressence about them other houses could not stand. a power of sorts that distained anyone not of the house that was constantly around them, or those of the other noble families. The guards called yet another house's name Thalassa, a house Anjui had never learned about past its rank and the elves found within being that of Aquatic elves.
Water elves were not his favorite, but they weren't the worst to the young boy either, however te mage stepped up in front of him and her name was given when announced by House Winter's guards. Irrius Greyslaver, a well known mage for her impractical use of blades instead of a magic wand or staff in combat unless it was far ranged. She was also the personal mage to Alanis Thalassa the queen to the house. Looking at this women Anjui's golden eyes drew in her features, Aquatic elves looked much like moon elves, only their hair had a blue tint to it in the starlight where moon elves had a silver.
Pulled however was his attention to the sound of the guards from house Silverleaf when they announced the name of Chisolte Tulirin. He was in the presence of the First house and the only house to hold the rank sense the fall of the king. They held power at command and easily could destroy the house system if they wished, or if yet another civil war to the elves would happen. Many paid house Tulirin to stay on their good side. They were the center to trade with the eastern world and the connection between human and elven trade, but they held only rank two within economical statues, as all their money went into their military strength as they built their fortresses to stand tall, the shining white towers of their capital gleamed across all the lands and could be seen even at the Oak of ages and beyond. Forges burned day and night and their armor was rumored to be the best within the elven lands, but expensive to procure, even for their crown.
With Chisolte however was not a normal set of guards, no instead she had but a single who held in hand a fiddle with him and a bow in the other. His red eyes and scalely skin drew attention from both the silverleaf prince and Anjui. Dragonkin elf, the second ranked house held the honor of it, which meant This male now standing as guard to Lady Tulirin had come from house Lothlorien. The top three houses had come to speak to Anjui, and yet not a one knew how devastating it was.
Feeling an embrace from behind him Anjui felt the young boy's hand once again upon his milky flesh a knife's cold metal placed against his lower spine from behind the only way to see was to be in yet another cage.
[#f6a60e "Lords and Ladies of the elven houses. I am a lowly slave who has drawn to much attention to himself. For this I apologize. I do not wish for anyone to waist their effort in procuring me for nothing more then a loss of profit. I will answer any questions you have, but I must ask we go in order of Arrival. As Lady winter has already asked her questions, the next would be Lady Trinity."] Did he really expect those outside of his cell to just all allow another to question him in the order he allowed them to? no of course not elves were patient, but to obay the orders of a slave was uncommon.
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looking across the now gathered of elves; it was then that something moving had caught his attention just off the left side of the group stood a lone elf. a Vibrant pink flair to her white hair, pale gray skin, and her eyes had the same glow of pink her hair did. She stood in all black. It was the lady of the tree. The house of Silverleaf's tree had come to life. Perhaps his life wasn't over yet as the tree yet stood guard over him. Her eyes reassured him that he was being watched even if it was by more then those who would have his life, or those who would use him to some sort of ambitious end or to hold him over the head of their enemies. Perhaps it was his mother's way of looking out for him even. Her reflection sat in front of him in the center of them all, but it wasn't her and never could be. The tree would be his Guardian and his light.
[div [h3 Dart ]]
[div Dart stared at Serena lovingly as she dressed. Somewhat clumsily, though she would never admit it. Her forehead met his and his heart hummed softly, a strange effect she had on him like no other. Their own way of saying I love you, though Serena never spoke the words aloud. She didn’t like the idea of that much vulnerability. The way she felt and how her guard dropped when they were alone made her feel vulnerable already. Still, Dart knew how she felt.
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Dart dressed himself soon after watching Serena leave their room. [+violet “Always on a mission” ] he chuckled to himself as he strapped his Dagger to his left hip. He tightened his straps to make sure the armor fit comfortably, and then proceeded to stand. He knocked on his Lady’s door and a soft answer came [+blue “Yes, come in?”] she called; her voice genial. He cracked the door and the scent of milk, lavender and wisteria pervaded his nose. He smiled and entered the room fully. He rounded the corner and followed Queen Eirwen’s voice as she quietly spoke [+blue “I am here”] giving him direction. Her hair was almost white with the milk from her bath. The various flower petals floating in the water.
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[+violet “My queen.”] he started [+violet “Serena has left on the task you gave her”].
A smile curled onto her lips and she looked up to Dart and whispered. [+blue “Very Good”.]
As Serena made her way through the halls she knew only from a few memories, she thought on how to approach the boy. Surely, she wouldn’t be the first to visit. She didn’t exactly hurry herself along. [+navy “Damn”] she began cursing herself. [+navy “Any one of these greedy nobles probably just waltzed straight in..”] she whispered to herself. A poor habit, but one she needn’t worry about much since she spoke to herself in forgotten tongues mixed together for her own secret language. The Queen, and Dart were the only two who knew it, and even Dart had trouble keeping up... She found a staircase leading down that was guarded and she nodded to one of the guards. She thought for a moment and then smiled. [+navy “You’re not of Silverleaf house, are you?”] she asked in their common sylvan tongue known to all Elves. [+navy “Based on your attire I’d say not.”] she said and one of them stepped forward.
[+maroon “Of course we’re not of this house”] she said obviously insulted and with a slight growl. If the fifteenth house was an insult, then Serena was certain this was at least a house in the top five rankings. She’d have to be careful, since she was certain this staircase led to the dungeon.
[+navy “I see, so you must be from… hmm let me guess…”] she studied their forms, the woman seeming the higher ranking of the two and of course the focus of Serena’s attention. She was dressed in a long black coat with dark colored under clothes and a belt with two blades attached. The House Winter. In her mind [+skyblue “Don’t mock them... Come on…] she shook her head [+navy Dammit”] She couldn’t resist, though her thoughts tried to dissuade her. [+navy “You must be the fifth house then?”] she said jokingly, though obviously pride was strong with house Winter. Serena knew the house was well above her own, and against her better judgment she mocked it.
[+Maroon “You dar—“]
[+blue “Serena, darling don’t start.”] The guard was cut off by a soft and lovely voice and Serena could hear the scorn in it. The Trinity Queen herself was here. Why, Serena didn’t know, and behind her only one step, there was Dart…
Dart nodded and left Eirwen’s sight to stand guard near the door. Though she did detest politics, she knew that Serena and Dart’s extra activities had cost them the “first look”. Though this didn’t bother her much, it did pose a problem and not one she was exactly fond of. After some ten more minutes of soaking in the water she stood. The water parting around her limbs caused Dart’s attention to turn. He left from the post near the door and grabbed her lady’s towel. She smiled and took it from his hands wrapping it around herself. [+blue “I think that soon, we should go and find Serena. She gets in too much trouble for my taste. On her own at least.”] the queen said twisting her hair over a bowl to ring out the water, then gently pat the hair dry. [+violet “I hate to admit it Milady, but I couldn’t agree more.”] he said with a pause [+violet “But I have to ask?”] he said as she reached for her silver handled brush. She didn’t answer, simply started brushing waiting for him to ask the question. Dart cleared his throat, [+violet “I would like to know what you’re planning?”] he asked in as passive a tone as he could muster.
Lady Eirwen was truly known well for her lack of interest in politics these days. She would much prefer to quietly watch and let her advisors handle matters that had anything to do with moving ranks. She partook in trades, showing a pure kindness to the other Noble houses, mostly as a masque. There was however, a time when Eirwen couldn’t have been more interested. She stayed closed to the council table during the time of King Aliri, though she never mentioned it to him, or anyone really, she had quiet the infatuation for the [b “Corrupt King”]. Such a disgusting title she felt unfit for him. The Elves had been proven just as selfish and weak as the likes of the men they thought themselves better than. He made them truly better. Blind fools the lot of them… but she held back such bitter thoughts. The tree today, the boy slave. She had only one sliver of hope for now, and she didn’t plan to lose it.
[+blue “I will tell the two of you later. After we have spoken to the boy.”] She said with a smile meant to ease his mind, and it did. She readied herself braiding her hair, now a golden blonde rather than platinum, to the right side so that it’s ends rested at her belly button. She dressed in her evening gown and made their way to the dungeons where they hoped to find Serena.
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Just in time too.
[h3 Serena ]
Serena stared blankly at the queen and then acknowledged her with a deep bow. [+navy “Yes, my queen.”] she said returning to an upright position. The Trinity queen stepped forward nodding politely to the guards of house winter who nodded in the respect any House leader was given. Despite rank. The female guard Announced the Lady after they were within a reasonable distance of the cell where a figure slowly came into focus with the low lighting.
[+maroon “The Lady Eirwen Trinity”] the guardswoman said stepping aside hesitantly as the group made their way into view.
As she came to a stop, Alanna gave a quick glance over the two elves. The two were close, that much was obvious; so was it obvious that she herself came under the scrutiny from those two elves.
The two elves looked at each, evidently having some sort of debate between the two. Alanna wouldn't have been surprised if these two distrusted her, most of the elves of differing houses distrusted each other to some sort of degree.
The two elves in front of her came to a quick consensus between each other as the male elf turned around to face her. [b [+pink “The air is thin, it is hard to catch in your lungs. Something isn’t right. We just don’t know what”.]] His words were deliberately near a whisper, so as not to be heard by anyone else and cause an unnecessary mass panic. But now that the male elf had mention it, Alanna felt what he had meant.
After acknowledging with a slight head nod, Alanna followed the rest of the nobles and their respective followers to gaze upon the Eternal Tree of House Silverleaf.
After the king of House Silverleaf announced that the festival would be held in sight of the Eternal Tree and clapped, everyone began to settle down. Looking while walking around, Alanna quickly spotted her own king surrounded by his personal bodyguards.
As soon as she started walking directly towards him, all the bodyguards looked in her direction with their usual hard, cold stare; recognizing her, three of them turned away while one still watched her.
The king took note of his bodyguard's behavior, and also turned around to look at her. She gave off a light smile, but something evidently bothered the king as one of his eyebrows arched above the other.
Walking up close to him, [b "What seems to be bothering you?"] Leaning in so she could whisper, [+purple "Overheard two elves talking about something that isn't right."] Her king only looked downwards as he pondered the meaning of this, before acknowledging it wish a slight nod. [b "Whatever this is they are feeling, I am surrounded by four of my best guards, as well as one of the best mages in my kingdom. The five of you will see that no harm comes to me, I know of that."] [+purple "Aye my king."]
Alanna relaxed for a bit, even taking a few samples of food and wine. All of it was delicious, and it felt as if nothing could spoil this festival.
But, a curious incident now begun to unfold. As the moon revealed its presence from behind the clouds, music began to play; not from the musicians, but from the Eternal Tree itself. This seemed to enrage some of the elves, no doubt the ones who lived in the Silverleaf kingdom, it sounded as if there were a swarm of angry bees afloat.
Then the next piece of the mysterious puzzle came into play. The Eternal Tree glowed a color which it shouldn't have turned; a bright pink. Normally Eternal Trees glowed a bright silver, the color of its leaves and type of flower varied from house to house. Alanna knew from her studies of magic that this only could mean one thing; the house of Silverleaf held no power over this realm.
This made the king of House Silverleaf stand up in fury. He yelled at his own people, trying to get mages to do magic and change what was going on with the tree.
But it was all for naught. No matter what spell the mages cast, the tree continued to glow a bright pink.
And yet another chain to this event unfolded. From somewhere, a dirty looking elf, a slave no doubt, ran past all the guards and up to the tree. The closer this slave approached the tree, the less pink color the tree showed.
The slave was just about to touch it, but the sound of a whip came crackling through the air like lightning, catching a tight hold of slave's hand as the king of Silverleaf admonished himself.
But all these previous chains paled in comparison to what happened next. Alanna watched in shock as the tree's bark turned an obsidian black color, the leaves blue, and a single black rose bloomed in the middle of the branches. That meant one thing and one thing only, that was the mark of the Corrupted King himself.
How was it possible for the Corrupted King, who had been locked away, to claim an Eternal Tree? There was only one way for that to happen, and Alanna did not want to believe where she was going with that thought.
Looking at all the others, there was either rage, shock, confusion, or worry. Glancing behind her, all four of the king's bodyguards had stood up and had hands at their weapons, ready to defend. Her king stared, but found it hard to read what his emotions were.
Turning to hear the cry of, [+blue "Kill him"], the slave who had run up to the tree was about to die. But before the blade could be dropped against the neck, a voice rang out. "Lord silverleaf. I will buy this slave from you I will pay you two dozen fine elven bread mares, and extra supplies for the next three years. I will even pay you his weight in Amber."
What followed was silence, before another female voice rang out, "No I will give you the Amber mines from House Tulirin." What followed were various bids right out here, even though a serious event had just happened on this very same spot just now.
Her king stayed silence, he looked with curiosity at this slave, at the one called Anjui Felwood.
The king of House Silverleaf stood while the bids died down, before offering his final words. [+blue "Very Well. Lords and Ladies of the land, we shall be selling this single Slave tomorrow to the highest bidder. For now, the festival are at an end."]
And everyone dispersed to their rooms.
Alanna fell into file with the bodyguards as the five of them escorted their king to whichever room had been given to him and his five accompanies.
Upon arriving there, the king ordered her to hand off the banner to one of the guards and then dismissing the guards. As the guards dismissed themselves, her king turned to face her. [b "Alanna, I need you to get me in touch with one of the mage scribes in my castle."]
Taking her staff off her back, Alanna walked up to the grandiose mirror in the room and muttered a few words under her breath. Now whatever the mirror saw, would be projected to one of the mage scribes within the House of Eltauriel.
A face appeared in the mirror which said, [+green "Milord"]. It sounded a bit shocked, as if the mage scribe had not been expecting the king himself. [b "Find somebody to run down and make sure the Eternal Tree is alright. NOW!"]
A patter of fast running feet could be heard as someone ran away in the background. A few minutes went by in complete and tense silent. Finally, a pitter patter of footsteps could be heard growing louder and louder. Someone panting arrived, and first told the mage scribe. THe mage scribe passed on the message, [+green "Nothing wrong with the tree."] [b "You are sure?"] [+green "The tree hasn't changed into an unexpected colors."][b "Good."] With a cutting motion with his hand, Alanna stopped the spell and the mirror connection disappeared.
The king then proceeded to pace back and forth, something on his mind. [+purple "Is, everything alright? Something seems to be troubling you my majesty."] The king stopped pacing, and turned to face her. [b "Tell me, what do you think of that slave Anjui?"] [+purple "What, what I think?"][b "Yes, I want to know what you are thinking."] [+purple "I think that he does not understand what just happened. He evidently understood at least something if you look at the way he ran out to the tree, but what it is I do not know."]
Her king furrowed his eyebrows, deep in his own thoughts. [b "Something troubles me, and the only answer to this whole thing can be provided by that Anjui."] He looked up at her. [b "I need you to go down to the dungeons, and have a tête-à-tête with this Anjui. Ask him anything to try and found out as much as everything as you can."]
As he turned away, [+purple "And the guards?"] [b "The guards? The guards to the dungeon? Oh yes!"] He walked away, and a minute later he was walking back in with a scroll of parchment. [b "On here is written who you are, from whom you came from. If the guards do stop you, just show them that. Now, go."]
She politely bowed, before walking out the room and headed towards to the dungeons.
The dungeon guards parted right away as soon as she had shown them the scroll.
But soon another problem arose. Another pair of guards presented themselves further down, and they weren't the guard of House Silverleaf. [b “My apologies, but on the orders of Vonyr Nimerl of House Winter I am not to let anyone pass.”] Alanna could not do a thing, the house of Winter clearly outranked her own house. Well, actually she could do something but that would require taking responsibility of something she definitely did not want to.
Alanna politely and curtly nodded her head, showing her understanding of those orders.
Templar to the Oak of Ages had been his calling, but he was forbidden. No member of House Lothlorien, Including that of their highest Merchant family had been allowed to leave to go take care of a tree. They had to sneak away from the land in order to get there, and hopefully make it to the Oak's island before their family, before their house found out what had happened. While the young ones were sent to the beautiful lands no one else would go from Lothlorien accept to pay respects to the Great Giant tree in hopes of Fortune.
Candle had been lucky enough to return to the Oak of Ages twice within his lifetime within his former house of Lothlorien. His first time was to receive blessing from the Oak to learn the ways of the Lothlorien's druid magic. The Golden woods of the realm were growing and would eventually cover all of the lands that the house claimed as their own, but that would take several lifetimes, and elves to do the magical weavings to the spells around their forest.
The second was to take up the Mantel of Archdruid from the land's previous one. While the House Lothlorien had their eternity tree, only the Oak of Ages could bless such a high title and it was his third trip to the Oak, it was however cut short when he was called to return home as humans had came form the north and raided into their lands. Humans were a constant pest to the Lothlorien nobility, and even more so to the Whisperwind trading company which he hoped to take over one day.
[b "Captain...Captain...Captain Candle, Human's have been spotted off the shoreline just north of here. There is another ship as well. Something about it is odd though it comes from the direction House Tulirin lies."] came a male voice. Nodding and packing Candle just looked over his company. [#930617 "Men, I want you to stay here. I am going to see whats up."] It's been known before that the houses to employee the other races to march in their armies during war times, or to raid during the none war seasons under the conditions that anything they took or plundered was theirs to keep. It was a Cut throat business in the merc world you either kept yourself paid or you starved.
Taking five elves with him Candle rowed out to the boat silently and slipped aboard. Waving his men to go back he slipped around at first taking count of how many there were. Hearing however yelling from below he guessed the Captain of the humans was below probably with someone else. Slipping below he saw at first a few moments before returning onto the deck and stirring up trouble.
A slashed throat here, a missing limb there to cause some screaming, another missing an eye. Another quick death with a jab to the torso. It was then that his sight fell upon the Captain, an Ugly man, old even in human standards really, perhaps early sixties to mid sixties. The Captain ordered his men to attack and Candle quickly disposed of them with ease. Facing the man Candle dropped the Bow of his fiddle to the deck and drew out his single rapier. [#930617 "A real weapon perhaps."]
Furious the captain dove at the elf, only to have his attacks swatted away. The two had gone at it for but a few minutes before Candle started to taunt the man, making the human make mistakes he easily could have exploited, but instead still taunted. Eventually the old man stepped back and took a leap at the elf only to be greeted in the face with the butt end of the sword. A quick stab through the ribcage pierced him from above his left hip to his right armpit a small sliver of the tip of his blade could be seen coming from the man's body. Pulling the blade from the now dead body the elf wiped the blood away using the dead body's shirt. Picking up his fiddle bow and cleaning it using the Salt water from the sea he put it and his blade away.
Seeing the bodies over the side and the ship put back into order the merc noted that there weren't many elves on the ship, but a bunch of humans who seemed to be traders mostly probably trading Human goods in Tulirin before returning home."] Finding the lady from before he waved to her knowing fully well she held power of some sort. He had made the comment about how she didn't speak even when facing a stupid brute who easily could have killed her for not speaking. Along with mentioning how no guards seemed to be left, so he had offered the service of his merc band.
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[#930617 "We are known as the Dawn's light."] he had said when he had heard a huff and a gasp from one of the crew members. Their reputation must have proceeded them indeed. They were elves that served under a human commander, a ruthless man who was bent on making a mark within the human lands and carve out his own kingdom at any cost. The elves within the group called their home in their Captains house lands, Lothlorien had granted them the old king's city of Mithlond. Persistency had won the day in Candle's eyes when the lady had indeed hired him, but the condition was that it was just him that would go with her.
Candle had returned to land and informed his band he would be gone for a while and that they were to keep patrolling the waters for any potential pirates that would attack again, or ways to make money so they wouldn't starve. While their city was protected, it wasn't self sustaining and their stores were running low on food. Returning to the ladies side Candle figured out she was indeed from house ranked one, House Tulirin, its Origins a mystery to those who weren't there Tulirin and Lothliren were the greatest of allies to one another, it is why the two were and have been the top ranked houses sense the downfall of the king.
It had taken them a few days to reach from The merc city to the capital of Lothlorien, However they were guests for a few days before returning to the road and reaching house Silverleaf in a few weeks after that, the road long, and the mountain pass between the two houses narrow and painstakingly slow for their lowland mares which weren't use to the hard ground under their hooves.
Eventually reaching the house Candle had seen his proxy lady to her seat after being dressed by servants in appropriate attire for her station. They had arrived just in time to see the events of the Silverleaf eternity tree take place. The bright florescent pink had taken a moment to register to Candle who while young for his look recognized what it meant. A higher house had claimed the tree, but what house would do such a thing?
Then to see a Slave step up and touch the tree the light had faded? how is that possible? no linage is usually left to the Royalty of a House unless they agree to surrender their powers and their lands in which case the tree would not recognize them as a noble anymore, but a common elf. [b "Kill him"] came across Candle's ears and instantly he jumped in front of the great lady a meat shield he would be if necessary, but nothing would get to his employer.
His focus however was pulled from scanning the room when the ear retching scream came, his eyes followed everyone else's and focused on the tree to see it had turned black. His tan skin would have turned pale if they didn't keep their shade so naturally. The leaves turning blue was a dead give away that the previous and last king's linage still yet lived and this boy didn't even know who he was.
Being shown to the chambers the pair would be using Candle looked to the lady dressed in moonlight [#930617 "Lady We must speak to this slave Anjui. If house Lothlorien gets ahold of him they will use him as a political pawn against the other houses. I hate to ask this of you, but please do not allow any of the other houses besides House Tulirin to obtain this slave. If it means the loss of my wages for this expedition then so be it."]
Imprisoned, that is how they punished him, all he had done was unite them against a Common enemy. If they had known the price for their enemies defeat they wouldn't have called him a Traitor, they wouldn't be calling him a Heretic. They wouldn't call him Betrayer. He was a Noble Moon elf. The only one to have been risen to the ranks of King of the elves. Giving his people a banner to follow against their enemies.
Humans feared the elves under his rule, they never entered the Forests they laid claim to as their own. The other races knew the elves were to be left alone to their own, even their most trusted friends would only bother the elven court if it was important. They stayed to themselves and everyone avoided them. It was under him that the elves had expanded their dominion from the Sleeping Forests to control most of the Tauron surface leaving the Northern Continent to the humans, and the southern one to the more nomadic tribes such as the trolls and such.
It was he who had brought their people to the pinnacle of their golden age, and yet he was still brought low by those who followed him. His brother Xavius had even lead the forces that would appose his small guard. He had tried to flee from the Capital Mithlond hoping that his people would first attack the capital, but to no avail upon discovery of his brother's turning to the side of the nobles it had costed him dearly. He had been ambushed and captured.
Banished from The only place he had called home the land of Tauron. He had been sent through a portal with guards, no with Wardens his own trained personal elite soldiers hand picked to guard the Royal family, and guard him they would, they would guard him during his ten thousand years of imprisonment.
Over those then thousand years whispers came from inside his own head. They were whispering of how his people would fall, how those who betrayed him would be purged through fire, and how the forests would Burn without his leadership. The elves would be picked clean from the planet and forced into slavery if not hunted down for their ears as sport like they use to be. Had his people known that in order to stop the Humans from hunting his people he had learned darker magic from a demon lord to help end the war.
No one but him could remember the pain that the elves felt when Humans, dwarves, and the races elves relied upon turned coat and started a war upon the people just for a forest of wood they were living in. Humans were selfish and said they needed the forest to build up their empire, the dwarves agreed and said they needed the wood from the trees to keep their forges burning. The gnomes agreed with the dwarves and so it was a massacre at first, that was until the elves united to his call. King Aliri, the fourth Phoenix king, blessed by the Star jewel which had been taken from him and scattered to dust.
deep in his thoughts Aliri didn't hear the clammier going on outside of his cell of hunting parties of Orcs attacking the prison the warden's had taken Aliri to, Perhaps taking the cage to Picon was a mistake. It would be the first step in reclaiming his land that he would make. He would be free. As his thoughs began to fade Aliri heard the fighting going on in the hallway, the next few moments drew in nothing but the slow breaths he would taken in a release with some heaving breathing coming from the shadow just outside the light from his cage.
With a war cry an orc charged the cage and pressed his face against the Bars reaching in with his spear trying to get at Aliri who sat in the middle his pale eyes upon the creature after a series of Grunts and growls the creature seemed to gargle out words that Aliri could understand. [b "Gork, You...Prisoner."] were the worlds that all Aliri could make out through what it was trying to say. Throwing his head back and laughing Aliri started to stand as he did so the chains on his neck streched with him. [b "Gork. I am a prisoner already. You will be my freedom."]
the Orc looked at Aliri confused, scared, and more so concerned. Aliri was no normal elf, he stood above the others at ten and a half feet tall from toe to the top of his head. His horns gave off an even more fearful impression and his pale eyes and skin made him look almost demonic like which he was indeed. The orc tried to force itself through the cage pressing its body even harder on the cage bars. Aliri however lifted his hands above his head and brought them down in a quick snapping movement the bands on his arms were gone. Impressed the orc stumbled back as a sharp piece of the braces cut into its face digging deep.
Aliri grabbed the creature by its foot however and dragged it closer and closer and closer eventually hitting the cage, but the king didn't stop, no instead he kept tugging at the orc trying to bring it through the cage only to have it cry out in pain trying to get assistance to get away from the king. The first sound heard over it all however was the snap and crack of the creature's right leg dislocating and the king fully dragged it into the cage with him. Standing at his full height again the creature looked up at him even more fearful.
[b "What you gunna do to poor Gork?"] The king took in the moonlight as it was like a new thing to him. Hearing the creature however Aliri bent down once again this time their faces only inches apart. [b "Gork is no longer Gork..." pausing a moment the king moved his hands across the orcs body to draw out several blades taken from the now dead elven Wardens. [b "Gork is now General Gork."] the orc smiled at the idea, but with the smile came a sting at his neck. Touching his hands to the sting Gork saw green ooze coming from the wound. Trying to talk the orc only chocked and more of the green ooze came out of his body, that was when he relized that it wasn't ooze, but his blood.
[b "Shhh, Gork shhhh it will be ok. You will be Fuel to my flame."] The king stood once again allowing the green blood to flow freely from the blade he collected and gather around his feet. He stood there a few moments before using the blood as fuel to bust open the cell doors with a bang.
[size10 [i [center Chisolté... Chisolté... Wake, my love]]]
Her [i kilmessë] has been chosen after taking the throne of Tulirin. The name she had given herself had fit perfectly to her, since she ascended the throne without a [I Herven]. Her beautiful people were more traders and historians than fighters, for their walls were impervious to human, dwarvish, and even orc weaponry. Her [i ataressë] or Father- Name is [b Rísocuil] which means simply [I "The Queen of Life"]. Her [I amilessë] or Mother- Name is [b Tegirís], which means [i "Leading Queen"]
Her people spoke mostly Quenya, but her, she knew both Quenya and Sindarin, fully fluent in all forms of language between her House neighbors, but she preferred to speak those two. She loved those dialects so much, she mixed them into her self- name... [I Chisolté] … meaning in her own wording [I Beautiful Reign].
But, Tulirin was not in peace. There was a great unrest. The Queen was readying herself for a departure. She had to meet with another House, The Silverleaf House. Many of her loyal servants begged her not to leave the throne out of fear of tyranny. But, Chisolté would not be swayed... Her reasoning... [I There has been a call of my presence. I cannot deny the call, for I protect you all and our loving Earth.]
She bid her people farewell, leaving her most trusted friend in charge of the House until her return.
It hadn't taken her long. Her and her steed, A Wolf as pure and white as the winter snow and as big as a horse, had gracefully transcended into the outer world... Their aim... Silverleaf House.
Tulirin is a home in the mountain, but, it was still in the middle of the land he House landed on. Her home was surrounded by few of many ancient houses that still stood, many of which came from the first and second age of Middle Earth. Tirion, Halls of Thranduil, GreenLeaf... Many are still active, full of docile elves only with the desire for peaceful existence as they kept their watchful eye on the lands that bordered them, and reported accordingly to the Houses nearby.
It took her almost a fortnight to ride by ship leading to land across the Waters. The ship had human shipmates, and after a storm two weeks into the voyage, they were hopelessly lost. Chisolté had never been so calm in such a situation. Her bronze skin radiated calm as she attempted to help navigate... Before she could even try, a scream sounded. Pirates had surfaced on the ship!
Humans that were left without homes, were on the ship, and had taken Queen Chisolté hostage. [b "Follow my orders, elf, and you may survive this voyage yet] said their leader,
a man they called their captain. Chisolté was unable to speak. She thought to play along until she had gotten to her bow... But her bow was with her belongings below deck. She hadn't a choice but to adhere to her captures.
The Captain had been entranced by her beauty. Her bronze skin glissened in the faint moonlight above, and her gown immulated morning Dew on a spider's web. Chisolté knew in his eyes, he was lusting, and she would not allow this. For hours into the night he watched her, trying to get her to speak to no avail. And it began to annoy the captain, un til he grabbed her by her throat and went down the deck with her.
She was trapped...
She was being forced against her will.
But she wouldn't be swayed.
Chisolté knew that he was only leading her to her weapons, and when he thinks she was defenseless, was when she would prove her authority... Her knelt to her as she started shooting back. He pinned her against the wall, exactly next to her Katanas. [b "I am captain of this ship now, elf... And if you want to live, I would suggest you be nice to me"] Chisolté growled and spat at him, him grunting a moment before smirking. Her slapped her, her tumbling to the ground before he stood above her and grabbed her snow white tresses and yanked, lifting her head. [b "You will give me what I want, wench. "] he growled.
Suddenly, a splash of water stopped him. He hurried to the opening to see a body floating along the bow. He turned to her, grabbing her by her arm Nd hurrying her up the stairs to see that there was a battle happening on the deck. He pushed her A-side, him drawing his sword and running into battle.
Chisolté slowly sat up to see the battle. Her face was pinkish from the slap he had given her, and she refused to rub on it as she watched... It was just one man... A Mercenary... She could tell by the ragged cloths on his shoulders. She watched as one by one, a pirate was either thrown overboard or ran through with a sword, until the battle was between him... And the captain. The captain launched, and the fight began. It seemed to easy for Chisolté. The captain was a big man, so his ribcage was his weakness. He wouldn't protect his nose, and his entire demeanor was shrinking with eash attack. As if the mercenary heard her thoughts, he used the butt of his sword to clip the captain in the ribs, then subdue him, tying him up. The battle was won, and the ship was restored.
Chisolté was the last to be tended to. She was below deck, submerged with her thoughts as she focused on cleaning her room of the scrolls and her amulet, whom the captain had ripped from her throat and smashed along the floor. The mercenary had been looking for her, and had spoken briefly to her about the status of the ship.
After delivering the status, he begged her audience for a good venture. He asked to guard her, for he knew she was Queen. Only a Queen would render herself mute among enemies, and with a simple yes, he could guide them to land and to The House she seeked. Chisolté didn't want a guard... But, she couldn't deny his expertise. She nodded after careful consideration, and he was pleased. By Dawn, he was leading them north, to Lothlorien, and they took refuge there for a few nights.
It took another fortnight to ride to The House of Silverleaf, and she had been worn out. Although she had been riding for days, she had not the time to freshen up and look according to the expectations of a Queen. She, in fact, looked as if a guard among them, and due to the circumstances, whether it was appropriate or not was not the question valid enough to pay attention to.
Her arrival had not been called. Although they have sent the invitation to her to attend the festival, they hadn't seen her, nor heard her name. All they knew was that there was a unmarried Queen sitting upon the throne of Tulirin. Just as she would like it. She hadn't wanted the entire party to be diverted on her account.
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Her disguise was thwarted, for no guard bore hair as pure and white as snow. She was quickly escorted into a room with her guard, and as they begged forgiveness, the silent Queen could only chuckle. The guard was surprised by this. He hadn't heard a peep out of her since he had saved her and the ship.
But, all A-side, the Queen was taken from sight, and had been dressed in the finest silk. Her dress illuminated the moon once more, and only caused her to look as breathtaking as one would see her. The guard flustered at the sight of her. Yes... She had to get back into the role. She was Queen, after all... And the party awaits.
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[center [b "My Guests, Welcome and May the Goddess's Blessings be upon you. I hope your journeys were safe across the waters and lands. We have come to the festival of mid winter, This year my house has been given the honor of hosting such an honored party."]]
Chisolté and her guard had slipped into the party unnoticed. She only watched as they announced The Tree of Silverleaf, and could see the odd coloring of it... But, arguments erupted because of one, a slave was about to touch the tree... She could see why... But they were trying to stop him. She could get through, but she waited. She needed to know the situation...
[b "... Anjui Felwood, Slave to Crowned Prince Silverleaf…"]
She heard [b "Kill him"] before she could think. There was an eruption of voices before one called to pay his weight in Amber... She saw the child, and saw something that she couldn't explain... This was the first time she ever spoke.
[I "I will pay you half of Amber from The House of Tulirin"]
This bought him time. He was taken to the dungeon as everyone began noticing her presence. The Queen of Tulirin has finally shown her face? The party stared upon her, and she stare at everyone. What was she to do? This was exactly why she didn't want to be noticed...
[b "My Guests, Welcome and May the Goddess's Blessings be upon you. I hope your journeys were safe across the waters and lands. We have come to the festival of mid winter, This year my house has been given the honor of hosting such an honored party."]
Vonyr was thankful her face was hidden as it meant she had no need to hide her feelings about the needless platitudes from the ruler of House Silverleaf. While she had grown quite used to the charade serving as the primary ambassador of her house there was a reason that she had made her formal wear include a full face mask. She had long since grown tired of the needless act as one that was upheld by virtue of precedent and tradition rather than any kind of logic.
Of course it was just like a house on the rise to do their best to make the kinds of platitudes sound palatable. They had to be concerned about upsetting members of the council all while making sure that they were not yet dangerous enough to become a target of the lesser houses. The ruler of House Silverleaf had at least proven he was skilled at playing the game given how high they had climbed under his rule. It was not to last though as she could see from how the heir behaved that the next ruler of the house would lack the fire of his father.
Even as the party got underway it was just a matter of the motions for Vonyr as she dealt with a number of other nobles given her status on the council. Combined with the economic strength of House Winter she was asked to oversee a number of trade deals thanks to their own trade network being necessary to make so many of them work. The backing of the Bank of Winter was one that was highly sought after due to the security it provided from the stability of House Winter.
[b "Lords and Ladies. As the day turns into night, please follow out into the night. The stars shine brightly tonight, and the Eternal Tree of house Silverleaf is predicted to bloom tonight."]
Vonyr was thankful for the move since it provided a brief respite from the act required of a noble such as herself. The fresh air was a refreshing bonus even as they all gathered around to watch the blossoming of a tree that served as a show of strength for its house. All it did was remind her of the saying about watching grass grow as she found the two activities equally entertaining under normal circumstances.
[b "Lords and Ladies of the Nobility. I give you the Silverleaf Eternity Tree. We shall hold the festival here."]
Of course this turned out to be abnormal circumstances a fact that Vonyr realized almost as quickly as the process began. Once again she was thankful that for her mask, only this time she was thankful that it hid her glee at an exciting change of pace. Her only distinct thought being that it could not have happened to a nicer family.
Her joy was quickly tempered though as the half breed slave of the spoiled brat of an heir to House Silverleaf began to approach the tree. The complement she had brought with her took the movement as a sign to move into formation with the most skilled in magic among them readying a barrier around them all. Something was bound to happen and whatever it was they wanted to be outside of the blast radius when it did.
When the tree turned black Vonyr was able to get a better grasp on the situation, but given the slave's reaction she had to wonder. Of course another noble asked the question before she could, but given her guards positions she was not able to see who voiced the question. Still the slave responded quickly, and she was thrilled to hear his response.
[b "I am Anjui Felwood, Slave to Crowned Prince Silverleaf, who stand but there."]
How interesting to see a slave demonstrating a potential that could completely reshape the world of elven politics. Undeniably a terrifying prospect to the elves as they had grown too confident that the only threat to them was themselves, but an all too interesting one to Vonyr given her own leanings. If he were to properly access his potential alongside the resources of House Winter they could do away with the backwards court politics that had plagued them for so long. Of course it was also possible that he could be the death of them all, but at the very least the potential for positive change was there as far as she could see.
[b “Kill him.”]
Potential that was cut down almost as quickly as it was revealed by the angry head of House Silverleaf. Just more evidence that the current system was an inelegant solution to the power vacuum left behind when the Corrupted King was deposed. There had been houses that had attempted to replace him over the years at least in terms of voice, but all of them fell into the same old weaknesses caused by the infighting of the court politics. Sure some had come close, but any house cutthroat enough to get to number one seemed quick to crack under the pressure. Still, she understood why the man responded the way that he did given the threat posed to his own house.
[b "Lord silverleaf. I will buy this slave from you I will pay you two dozen fine elven bread mares, and extra supplies for the next three years. I will even pay you his weight in Amber."]
The same voice as the one that questioned the boy in the first place only this time Vonyr was confident that she knew who it was making the offer. What followed was a number of other bids that made Vonyr wonder if she should partake herself, but she ultimately decided to wait to see how things progressed. A decision proven clever by virtue of how the leader of House Silverleaf responded to the opportunity that was presented to him.
[b "Very Well. Lords and Ladies of the land, we shall be selling this single Slave tomorrow to the highest bidder. For now, the festival are at an end."]
Then with just a nod he had them all guided out by his guards. Vonyr took the opportunity to whisper a few instructions to her own guards as they were being escorted to their rooms. She had a plan already in mind and was quick to put it into motion as soon as they made it to their rooms.
[b “Solae give me what you grabbed I'll be taking Tahlvia with me to visit Anjui. While we're doing that I want the three of you to check the room and then get a hold of mother,”] Vonyr whispered as they entered the room. [b “Let her know about the situation and see what she has to say about it all. I want to have her insight into things before I make up my mind, but I want to be the first to speak to him.”]
With her instructions delivered Tahlvia took up a position behind her Lady and the two made their way to the dungeon. The most important thing was to see how the boy had taken to the events at the tree, and whether or not he had any idea of what was going on. Her actions at the auction would depend on how he responded to her line of questioning.
Thanks to her quick thinking they were the first group to arrive at the dungeon. [b “Tahlvia on the orders of House Winter do try to provide us some privacy,”] Vonyr instructed. She had spent enough time with Tahlvia that she could be sure the woman knew what she meant by that. Given their rank there were only two houses she would have to worry about and Tahlvia would do her best to at least politely stall them. Along with announcing their arrival to keep Vonyr's plotting a secret from the rest of the houses.
[b “Good evening,”] Vonyr said with an unseen smile as she approached Anjui's cell. [b “You probably know who I am given my house, but just know that only some of the stories that you have heard about me are true.”]
Vonyr knew her polyamorous predilections were well known, but she was also well aware that a number of people took that to mean that she was particularly promiscuous. It was also widely known that she was not as dangerous as her mother whether it be in magic or in negotiating. She simply lacked the same willingness to step on throats that had allowed her mother to get their house where it was today. Well that was the perception of her at least.
[b “I will try not to bother you too much, but I have a couple of questions for you,”] she said as she passed some food and drink through to Anjui. [b “First off, do you know the meaning of what happened at the Eternity Tree? If so, what do you plan to do about it?”]
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