The Fight For EvermoreReplies: 20 / 54 days 14 hours 23 minutes 16 seconds
[h3 The Kingdom's in peril. Protect it with all of your might.]
Seated in the center of its kingdom, the castle of Evermore overlooked its territories of vast diversities while standing guard over the village that resided around it. Just like any kingdom thriving in the light, forces that reside in the dark focused their assets and power to overthrow Evermore and claim it for themselves. Her majesty, her court, and all those who served her managed to stave them off for the time being, but it was made clear that they couldn't fight them for much longer. Resources were beginning to run out and manpower was becoming limited.
How they would survive this nightmare was still a uncertain...if they could even survive at all.
[h3 Some information before you begin]
When it comes down to it, your character will die from causes of the Infiltrator's overthrow of the kingdom. How that happens is up to you. I do intend for the RP to continue after that, however, with the characters in a purgatory-like state.
The other territories may be mentioned now and then but will not have a role in the roleplay. They may be brought up simply to give a bit of depth to the story.
Evermore is a kingdom of magic and elements. Not every person can perform magic, but does have an element they are able to use and fight with if they choose to. They are as follows: fire, water, earth, air, light, ice, and darkness. Darkness is not available as an option, however, as I only wish one character to have this element and I've already claimed it. I apologize.
If this is beginning to sound a little familiar, it's because it's an elaboration of a previous thread I had done. It explains why the character personalities haven't changed much.
The Princess will not be chosen on a first come first serve basis. She will be carefully picked from the applicants I have received in a week's time.
[h3 Rules to live by]
+The only two genders that are set genders are The Handler and The Princess. All others are changeable.
+ I tried to give the characters personality traits that weren't too restrictive. I apologize if you find this very annoying but please try to stick to their guidelines given.
+ I am looking for literacy! I will start the character count at 1000, I believe this to be very reasonable for our kind of RP. Grammar skills are a must, nothing angers me more when I find the whole post "typd lik ths." Adult language is allowed, but I would prefer it not to get out of control.
+ I would prefer a post from you once a week. I understand that everyone has lives and I am, in no way, any exception. If you're having problems coming up with something, please let me know. I don't want to have thought that you ditched or fell off the planet or something.
+God modding is forbidden.
+Anime pictures, please!
+ Please PM me with your skelly!
[h3 The Characters and their Personalities]
(x) The Princess - Ruler of Evermore. Very strong-willed and willing to do whatever it takes to protect her people. Is not afraid to stand up to those wishing to do her kingdom harm. A caring person despite her strong personality. Can perform advanced magic.
Magic rating ★★★★★
The Handler / The Guardsman - The person in charge of caring for the princess and making sure no harm came to her. Also is aware of every room in the castle as well as secret passages. He is more a gruff person yet very protective of the princess and ones he considers to be his friends. Can perform very basic of magic.
Magic rating ★☆☆☆☆
(x) The Adviser - The most intellectual person of the kingdom. A typically quiet and secluded individual, the adviser is not afraid to speak his mind and informs the others of things when he deems it necessary. May have a bit of an attitude. Can perform intermediate magic.
Magic rating ★★★☆☆
(x) The Priest / The Mage - A shy individual studying the magical skills needed to protect the people. Even though he appears to be naive he will become very serious when necessary with an intellect to match. Can perform advanced magic.
Magic rating ★★★★☆
(x) The Infiltrator - The reason darkness covers Evermore and, ultimately, why its subjects perish. This individual is part of the kingdom's court and is working out their plans in secret. No one is aware of their evil at the beginning. Can perform advanced magic.
Magic rating ★★★★★
[h3 The Skelly]
[h3 Meet the Court]
Puppet Master: KyoyaPleasant
Name: Esmeria Ravenheart
Birth-given Element: Fire
Preferred Weapon: Magic
Personality: High strung, headstrong, A-personality kind of woman. Doesn’t take well to opposition but respects those whom she deems is deserving. Having grown into her position in the kingdom, she has learned the responsibilities of being a confident leader. While she may portray confidence well, she will admit, she has much to learn still.
Short Bio: Having lost their Queen at any early age, Esmeria has grown to be sort of brutish, taking after her Father as she grew into the title of Princess. Evermore being a very influential kingdom, had her learning and becoming an adult sooner then a child should. At 16, the King granted her seats at tactical round tables and aided her in making productive decisions to better the lives of their people. With the help of her internal castle family, Esmeria aspires to be the most impactful Queen this generation has ever seen.
Puppet Master: LadyPumpkin
Name: Snow Harrison
Birth-given Element: Ice
Preferred Weapon: A long, thin sword that resembles an enlarged ice pick. The pale blue handle is embellished with small snowflake designs. A family heirloom.
Personality: Similar to her element, she coldly speaks her mind, whether her opinion is wanted or not. She actively gives advice to anyone who she thinks needs it, but tends to be objective and disregards emotions. However, as unfeeling as she may seem on the outside, she gets attached to certain people, who she will remain loyal to no matter what.
Short Bio: Snow was born to a purebred ice elemental family. Nearly everyone in her ancestry was born with ice magic. Her family may not have been true royalty, but they were so proud of their purebred roots, they acted as if they were. As a result, she was spoiled with every book and bit of information she wanted. Eventually that was not enough for her. Once she turned 19, she craved new information and moved to Evermore. King Ravenheart's former advisor was in search for someone to take his place. He took interest in Snow's intelligence and knew she had potential with a little bit of guidance. She took his place a few years later when he passed of the illness that filled his lungs. Snow has been the head advisor for nearly 5 years.
Puppet Master: SolemnYuki
Name: Seth Xian
Character: The Priest / The Mage
Birth-given Element: Darkness
Preferred Weapon: Magic
Personality: Seth is a very shy individual at first, but warms up greatly once one gets to know him. He is always putting others needs ahead of his own and very intuitive about others feelings. He is quiet about speaking his mind but is always willing to help. Seth is a fun-loving child and tends to be insecure around older officials about his young age. He carries around a worn, stuffed dog with him wherever he goes, a security measure from his early days in the kingdom that he never got rid of.
Short Bio: Granted an unusual talent to peek briefly into the past and the future, Seth found himself entering the kingdom of Evermore at the early age of 6. He began to study magic and gain a better handle on his gifts and quickly became the youngest person to hold such a position in the history of the kingdom and the only controller of the darkness element in the kingdom. Seth tries hard to keep the castle and village peaceful, going out of his way to keep the kingdom harmonious and fair. Seth comes from a small village in the far east of Evermore, the tribe that inhabits it once thought to be protectors of the castle and its courts in ancient times. This is why most believe he has such a strong control over advanced magic and was granted use of such a rare element.
Name: Fate Enzu
Character: The Infiltrator
Birth-given Element: Earth
Preferred Weapon: A spear that is long and strong enough to be used as a staff and a walking stick. Fate is hardly ever seen without it.
Personality: Fate is intelligent to a fault, often making morally difficult decisions without a second thought. Since Fate rarely screws things up, they often come off as arrogant, but in a charming, only slightly annoying sort of way. While Fate may seem confident, they are really anything but, often fretting over some miniscule detail that has the potential to wreck a good plan.
Short Bio: Fate was born in a small town to two loving parents who believed their child would change the world. They told Fate this time and time again, and Fate, still a small child, believed every word of it. Fate became determined to change the world for what they believed was the better; a beautifully chaotic anarchy where no one was bound by their feelings and everyone could be free. At the age of thirteen a plan to overthrow order was already taking shape in Fate's mind, but Fate knew that for any of it to matter, they would have to obtain a seat at the heart of the problem. So, they journeyed to Evermore, studying magic, making allies, and pulling strings until finally, finally they were admitted into the kingdom's court, where they have been living for about a year now, helping make decisions and gaining people's trust, all while searching for weak points that could be exploited, and planting a few of their own.
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Snow left her room with her sword on her hip. With this new threat realized, she didn't want to be caught unarmed. She just hoped the princess didn't mind her bringing it to the meeting. She felt less anxious walking through the halls, but she couldn't help but flinch whenever she saw someone else walking.
"Get yourself together!" she muttered to herself. As she passed the library, she almost walked in, but she stopped herself. She still lacked the full story, so trying to find useful information would be a waste of her time at this point. She would just drive herself insane. She would have plenty of time to research after the meeting, or at least she hoped.
She walked into the records hall to gather the necessary documents. This place had always left her unsettled, but with her being on edge, it was much worse than usual. Being separate from the rest of the castle, it was always damp and chilled in the cold months, or thick and hot in the warm months. Needless to say, it wasn't very inviting. She quickly left soon after with a stack of folders and papers, making sure to lock the door behind her.
A few minutes later, she walked into the meeting room. She knew that the princess has decorated this room just from the lighting alone. There weren't many occasions that Snow had been in this room. If she was having a private meeting, it was with the king in his private meeting room.
"Good afternoon, your Majesty," Snow greeted as she set the stack of documents on the table. The princess was the only one in the candle lit room. The princess may have felt at home with the dim lighting and dark drapes, but Snow felt more uncomfortable. Bright lighting and light colors were more her style.
She simply sat at the table, waiting for the mage. As 10 minutes passed, she looked to the princess. "Has he forgotten?" she asked. Still feeling uneasy, she began mindlessly flipping through the stack of papers in front of her. Another 5 minutes passed, then 10, then 20, then the mage barged in with a hasty apology. At first she was annoyed, then instantly shocked and worried. The young boy was covered in a dark red substance that she could only assume to be blood. "What happened to you?!" she asked as she stood from her seat.
Amethyst eyes observed the fish in their habitat as they happily swam among each other. Seth sometimes wondered what it would be like to have such a simple life as them: eat, sleep, and exist. He used to have a similar life, even if it wasn't as simple, but he remembered when all he needed to worry about was what his mother was going to make for dinner. He missed the small village, what had been named Lycan Outpost, and sometimes longed for his old life. His home was located next to a small animal farm which housed chickens, goats, and a few sheep. Seth loved taking care of these creatures and spending time with them, it was almost as if they were a part of his family. He was aware, however, that his life may not remain so easy since he was blessed with a rare gift.
Seth's mother, a young woman of small build and her vivid red locks always pulled up into a high bun, informed her son of this news early. He remembered sitting down with her behind the house and watching the sun set while she spoke; he recalled her story well. Long ago, in the beginning time, a tribe with mystical gifts bestowed to them from the Goddesses lived near Evermore castle. They provided magical protection and insight to the royal family with their abilities. They were relied upon. Many years passed and a great tragedy befell the royal family, Seth couldn't recall what it was but it forced the tribe to distance themselves and they eventually came to settle into the Outpost. Their time with the Family had long been forgotten but their abilities never were, every other generation one or two babies were born with unique gifts and they were often chosen to succeed the powerful magic users in the castle. The royal family had decided to call them Mages. Seth never met his predecessor, he was told it was a woman and had passed at a young age. Some kind of sickness, if he recalled correctly. The castle had been without a mage for quite a few years before the soldiers were sent on the long trip to the Outpost and he had been chosen.
A sharp pain from behind the boy's right eye ripped him out of his train of thought, causing the bright eyes to shut and his head to drop a little. He tried to pass it off as a mere headache before another one appeared, this one much sharper than the last. A small fist clenched as he tried to suffer through it before the pain dropped to a tolerable level, slowly opening his eyes afterwards and rising to his feet. He needed to get back into the castle and, preferably, up to his quarters but he knew he wouldn't make it. A vision would be making itself known, with the sharpness of the pain he figured it would be in less than a minute. Usually he had more of a warning, the fact that this one blindsided him could mean trouble. The small mage only made it a few steps before his legs buckled under him and the tiny frame collapsed in the garden, his vision becoming blurry before it blacked out entirely.
A soft groan fell from the boy's chest as he slowly began to awaken, greeted by the sight of grass blades and walkway once he opened his eyes. His head still ached a bit but the pain began to lessen, once he felt well enough he slowly turned from his side and pushed himself up to his knees. Blood had pooled under his head from his right eye for the duration of the vision, a normal occurrence, and still remained in a large puddle on the path. The dark substance stained his cheek and the side of his head, the stains even migrating to his once pristine white robe and settling on the sleeve and shoulder. Seth pushed himself to stand, his frame wobbling a bit before it settled, and slowly made his way back inside in order to clean up and change.
That was, until the bell tolled in the tower.
Shit! Had his vision really knocked him out for that long?! He was late for his meeting! The small mage picked up his pace from a casual walk into a run, careful to avoid any obstacles in his way. But, instead of taking the staircase to the meeting rooms, he veered off to his left to access a hallway that only privileged members of the court had access to: the records hall.
A set of silver keys emerged from the folds of the white silk, Seth carefully choosing the correct one and turning the lock on the door. He didn't bother to lock it behind him as he knew he wouldn't be there very long, especially since Princess Emeria and Snow were waiting on him. Apparently, long ago, this had once been confined to a single room but due to how many logs and records the Kingdom had been acquiring through the years it had become necessary to expand it into the long hallway. To make things easier to find, sections had been added and books had been placed in chronological order within them. The section Seth was looking for was near the beginning of the hall, luckily for him, so he didn't have far to go. Quite a few large, leather-bound books were pulled from the shelves, making quite the stack, and he decided these would suffice for now. If Her Majesty required more he could always come back to get them. Once he was finished, the door was locked behind him and he carefully made his way up to the meeting room.
[+purple "I'm sorry I'm late,"] he announced quietly once he stepped in, the upper half of his body hidden behind the large stack of books he carried. He mentally prepared himself for the tongue-lashing he could receive since he was over thirty minutes late. It wasn't until he set the stack down and stepped out from behind it did it appear to the two regal ladies why, exactly, he had taken his time arriving to the meeting. Seth was aware that he was quite the ghastly sight and wished desperately that he had time to clean up before hand.
After but a few moments of walking, Fate decided that if they were to go to the library at all, now would be a perfect time to do it. The princess, the mage, Snow, and possibly the handler, would all be discussing the potential destruction of the kingdom. And it wasn't like the handler would be in the library even if he wasn't invited. No one but the librarian and perhaps a couple of people Fate knew nothing about would be in the library. There would be no unwanted questioning.
As Fate walked, they rolled a lie around in their mind, tweaking it until it was perfect. They didn't want questioning from the librarian either, though that wouldn't be quite as bad since the librarian didn't know about the future genocide of Evermore.
Fate strode into the library calmly. The librarian, a tall gangly man, appeared to be busy, so they stood patiently until he was done. After a little while, Fate knocked their spear against the desk. It made a horrible hollow sounding thud. The librarian jumped.
[+brown "Ah, sorry about that,"] the librarian spoke, straightening himself. [+brown "What can I do you for?"]
[+purple "I'd like to borrow some books on dangerous weapon enchantments," Fate replied. "I wanted to do some experiments on my spear, but I thought it would be best to learn what not to do before I tried anything."]
[+brown "Sure,"] the librarian replied. He pulled open a drawer and began rifling through the papers inside using a magic technique Fate knew quite well. However, he wasn't looking at what he was moving magically, which Fate found rather odd.
After a moment the librarian found what he was looking for and closed the drawer with a soft thump. [+brown "Here you are,"] said the man, sliding a couple slips of paper along the desk towards Fate. [+brown "I thought this one might be helpful too."] He tapped the top paper, then pulled his hand back behind the desk. Fate took the papers gingerly.
[+brown "Bring those back here once you've finished. Oh, and by the way: you may want to experiment on a different weapon before you try anything on your spear. I know where they keep a bunch of older weapons that nobody would care much if you took. I could show you if you wanted."] The man seemed to stare almost through Fate as he spoke. Fate thought they knew what was going on now.
[+purple "Thanks,"] said Fate, though they already knew where the room the librarian spoke of was. [+purple "Are you blind?"]
[+brown "Indubitably,"] smiled the librarian.
[+purple "But you use kalos. Grey's technique, I think; I saw you move those papers."]
[+brown "Yup,"] the librarian's grin widened. [+brown "Grey's technique allows one to feel what's being moved, but it is so subtle most never notice it. That's why it's so much easier to learn than most other techniques. And if you have no idea where a thing you want to move is, you can move the air around where you think it might be until you bump into it. You just have to consider air a substance as is water."]
[+purple "Huh,"] said Fate, genuinely interested. [+purple "And the library?"]
[+brown "I have people come in and help sometimes. Most of the time it's just me, though. I read by touch; see those little bumps in the top right of the cards you have? I knew the person who invented them, wonderful lady she was. What a shame..."]
Fate sensed they were no longer wanted and made their way to the nonfiction section. It took them a little while to find what they wanted, despite the helpful signs everywhere. Books in hand, Fate made their way to an empty table near the back and began to read
Once the hall was empty of life save for herself and her handler, Emeria let out a long drawn sigh. She let her body experience a moment of weakness before gathering her thoughts on what to do next. She needed a plan.
The princess walked out into the hall, the Guardsman cautiously on her heels, and made her way to her chamber. The walk was long but away from all eyes and those who wished to follow. It kept her lithe and thoughtful to have this walk everyday. Renald, the handler, said it kept her the safest to be difficult to find especially through secret passage ways that only three in the Kingdom knew of. The King, the Guardsman and the Mage. If there was any threat to the livelihood of the Princess, the Mage would be the last line of defense. That’s why it was so crucial to pick the perfect candidates every time a Blood Moon occurred unless the Mage suddenly dies.
Emeria’s room was long and wide, giving her the space and freedom to do almost anything especially figure out important inquires that suddenly arise. The room was mostly coated in black save for the occasional pop of color. Black was safe and bold. Comforting in the sense that she felt she owned it.
Renald locked the door behind them and took his seat near the entrance as Emeria made for the desk overflowing with parchment and books. She pushed her hair behind her ear as she leaned over the inscriptions left by the King to study in case of emergencies. First they had to figure out the route of the problem and, unfortunately, since the issue was an unknown source, she had to depend on her heads of Advisory and Magic to bring her information when she herself could not. At times she hated needing protection. She should be able to walk and go where she pleased- and why the hell not?
Emeria ordered Renald to inform the Head Marshal to hold off sending off his soldiers this afternoon until the Court had decided on new orders. She gathered her note taking materials, a raven feathered ink pen, leather covered notepad and blessed amulet from the Northern Shores of Astoria with an ametrine stone. She also filled a satchel with the histories of Evermore for reference in case they needed to decide on a swiffer decision with the strategies of previous rulings. In retrospect, it all depended on what Seth had to share for the last word to be spoken. She was nervous as hell but ready for challenge.
The study which they met in was located in a part of the castle which only certain members of the Court had clearance to join. This room was more to Emeria’s taste draped in deep purples and cushioned seats for longer discussions with no windows. The room was also smaller so that they didn’t need to raise their voices too high to hear one another.
The Princess had all the candles lit in the room and took her place at the helm of the lowered wood table, ready for her comrades to join her to finally figure out a much needed solution.
As the meeting came to a close, Snow was realizing the true weight of the situation. With another deep breath, she stood from her seat to exit the room. On her way out, she was stopped by the princess asking for the battle logs. Snow just nodded and said, "Will do, Your Majesty." She then filed out with the others.
The hallway felt fresh and free compared to the meeting hall's tense atmosphere. She knew she had a task to complete, but all she wanted to do was sit down and think. Deciding she had plenty of time to get the battle logs, she went back to her room. She felt uncomfortable with every step, and she found herself checking down every hall that she passed. It felt like forever before she reached her room. She quickly closed and locked her door behind her.
Snow grabbed her sword and sat down on her bed. Maybe tending to her sword would help her clear her mind. She needed to stay focused if she would be of any use to the princess or the kingdom. All she could think of was making her family proud. After a few minutes, she stood up with her sword in her hand. She concentrated on her ice magic before swinging her sword. With every swing, ice would surge through the sword and through the air.
She smiled at herself, then frowned again. Even though she had practiced fighting her whole life, she had never been in a real fight aside from mock fighting. If she faced a real enemy within the next few weeks, would she really be able to defend herself? She shook her head. No. She couldn't be thinking like that right now. She had bigger issues. She attached her sword to her hip and walked back out her bedroom.
Once the meeting was over, Seth rose from his uncomfortable chair while holding the ragged toy close to his chest. There was so much to consider before his meeting with the princess and the adviser that he wasn't sure where to begin. He certainly needed to get the details of his vision in order so he could present as accurate of a timeline as he could muster. The mages in the other domains needed briefed, especially now that he had received consent to do so, and he wanted to figure out a way to do so without causing mass panic. More workload on the princess was the last thing he wanted.
In typical Seth fashion, he had forgotten to retrieve his staff from beside the bookcase as he quickly left the room. So many times it had been brought to him by other court members that he couldn't keep track of it; when it was missing for more than a few hours the King tended to become rather upset. Perhaps it was more for appearances than for use as it didn't contain any power nor did Seth feel it enhanced it any. It simply....existed. Soft footsteps carried him down the hallway and up the large staircase to the east wing where staff of all kinds milled about to prepare for their day. Mostly soldiers traversed these halls but a few maids were sprinkled in as they cleaned rooms and restocked items. The room where the small mage performed most of his work and studies was strangely located in this hall, he imagined so soldiers of all ranks could have a safe space to retreat to: the sanctuary.
As he pushed the large doors open they creaked quietly on their hinges, adding soft noise to the murmur of voiced around him. The space he inhabited here was one of his favorites, not just because it was his own. It was truly beautiful from the way the stained glass windows colored the suns rays to repeat those images on the floor to the majestic red tapestries that hung from the high ceiling. It lacked pews like a traditional sanctuary did, instead leaving the stone floor open for a table or two and some chairs. The wall space that was unoccupied by a large colored window held cases of books both new and ancient, some in languages long forgotten. A raised platform stood in the middle of the large room where an altar had been set up holding a closed book, some candles, and other small gems that were said to be treasures left by the Goddesses when Evermore was created. This had been there since Seth had arrived in the castle, making the small mage believe that these items had been inhabiting this room since the castle had been built.
The back of the room, where Seth made his way to, was different in the fact that it held no windows. Instead a large, red cloth hung across the wall and a table underneath which helped the young mage do his work: jars of various substances were lined across the back and neatly labeled while a book lay open in front of them. A couple woven baskets of tools and larger items sat underneath the table and out of the way. The boy moved over to the cloth and wrapped a small hand around the corner nearest him, giving it a swift tug and watching as it fell to the ground to uncover a row of large mirrors. The surface of the glass was pristine, the top right hand corner of each having a symbol etched into it representing a domain of Evermore. There were seven in total, one for each domain, and this was how Seth planned to communicate with his fellow mages.
A letter was simply out of the question as it could take up to three weeks to reach the mages on the outskirts of Evermore, making the correspondence useless. This technique was much more effective as it would only take a couple of seconds to reach them and the mirror would hold the message until they no longer needed it. Seth grabbed a knife from the nearby table and nicked his palm, setting it down and watching as the blood began to pool in his hand. Once he had what he needed, he approached the first mirror and drew a few ancient symbols at the top. Each mirror received this treatment and began to glow a soft white once the spell was complete, giving the small mage the ability to record his message into the glass. He gave them the warning, explaining what he knew and that once he knew more he would contact them immediately. After he finished, he moved back over to the mirrors and smudged the blood on them, effectively breaking the spell. He then bandaged his hand to keep dirt and disease out of it while allowing it to heal.
Seth still had a while before he was required to meet with the ladies, choosing to go outside and into the garden to gather his thoughts. He was a bit nervous about the meeting, not because the ladies were harsh but because of the news he carried. He actually enjoyed the company of both women and liked to be around them. Keeping a tight grip on his stuffed animal he sat down at the fountain and stared quietly into the water. He was unsure how, exactly, he was going to word the events that he saw but he knew he needed to figure it out quickly. Only a few hours remained.
Fate was somewhat surprised when the boy was the first to reply. Their response had been directed to the princess, so Seth's almost eagerness to jump in seemed odd. Then again, Seth had recently witnessed something horrific; genocide, Fate realized as Seth elaborated, so his response was somewhat justified.
The princess must be the cause of this madness. Perhaps driven to insanity by something in the future, the princess would attempt to cleanse the kingdom by destroying all she felt evil, and in doing so, kill everyone and flood the kingdom with darkness. She must be stopped.
Snow was speaking now, but Fate was only halfway listening. Fate knew it was useless to try to listen to Snow. They had tried, but something about Snow's voice captivated Fate in a way that made the meaning of the words inscrutable. Instead, Fate pondered how they could destroy the princess. Seth would have to die first, as he could alert the princess to future happenings. Snow was so smart she could probably figure out what was going on easily, so she would have to go next. Fate dreaded this. Love was a misrable thing. Was Fate in love? No, they couldn't be. Twould ruin everything. Perhaps they could hire a hitman? No, that would be too risky.
Snow had stopped talking, so Fate paused thier internal monolouge. The princess dismissed them, and Fate left, biting their tounge to relieve the pressure that had been building up within. How could the princess act so calmly? How could she say there was no need to rush? There was every need to rush.
Perhaps Fate could summon a minion. There were tales of profound magic users who had created senitient beings to do their bidding. The problem was nearly all of these magicians had gone insane. The mental taxation required for the upkeep of these creatures was too much for anyone to handle. And since everything was done subconciously the strain would be almost invisible until it was too late.
Weapon enchantment was also a viable option; Fate could enchant their spear, or some other weapon lying around the palace to go for the kill no matter the wielder's shortcomings. But Fate didn't know much about weapon enchantment, and to start studying up now could be supicious. Also, a weapon enchanted in this way could easily get out of control. It would have to be destroyed after Fate killed Snow for the safety of everyone living.
As Fate considered these things, they made their way up to the room they called home. They took their spear from where it sat and carresed its fine wood for a few moments. They'd like nothing better than to write their plans down on paper, but Fate knew well that anything written could be read. It was better to keep everything in their mind. After another moment, they turned abruptly and left their room. Walking helped them think. And Fate needed all the help they could get.
The princess was rather taken aback by Fate’s forwardness to continue the conversation that was already decided to be put off to a later time. She was almost insulted that he would add in his opinion even after her last word. Emeria wondered if her Father knew that about him. This wasn’t a democracy after all. If the people were allowed to make their own decisions, who’d know what would happen.
Before speaking, she let the others at the table say their piece. As taught, she had to be patient since not all parties were going to see eye to eye and it was the royal family’s job to make sure they hear everything before making any decisions. The moment she spoke, Emeria knew she would be held to her very last word.
[#FF6500 “I agree with Snow that we must be careful and I would have no more opinions added to the matter until after our meeting in the study.”] Emeria didn’t want Seth to talk about death anymore, at least, not in front of the rest of the Court. It was already daunting enough to be faced with a prediction of peril but of mass scale slaughter, that was another matter. Too... specific.
[#FF6500 “You may do what you must Seth for consorting with mages is your responsibility. As for you Fate, I will decide what will happen with the soldiers regarding the Badlands after all information is properly distributed. There is no need to rush unless a push is immediately needed.”] Emeria smiled and finally stood. [#FF6500 “That is the end of this assembly. You are all dismissed.”]
The princess waited patiently for all to file out. It was her respect for them to be the last one to leave as the King had said, [#FF6500 “Snow,] she started, catching before the Advisor left, [#FF6500 “Please make sure to have our battle logs available at our gathering this afternoon. Hopefully we may not need them.”]
Snow pondered as the conversation continued. She was surprised that the princess wanted her around for the discussion with Seth later. She had always been good at reading people, so Snow was well aware that the princess looked down upon her position. Maybe the princess was finally opening up to what Snow had to offer.
The spotlight was directed at Fate, who thought for a minute on how to best respond to this horrible news. Snow shook her head as she listened. This was all wrong. She had never experienced a situation like this. It was crucial to take very careful steps when dealing with this. She directed her attention back to Seth. She could tell that the images he saw that morning were more than a kid his age should be seeing. She felt sorry for the poor boy as he held his ragged toy. After he was done speaking, Snow leaned forward in her uncomfortable seat.
"Your Majesty, I would like to inform you that I just studied up on Seth's powers. Others with his powers have been known to have nearly perfect accuracy in their visions. I cannot suggest any course of action without knowing all the information, so I would be honored to accompany you with the boy later this afternoon. All I know is that this threat will not be evaded easily. Even if it appears that we are in the clear, we must never let our guard down. This threat could come from any direction at any time." Snow sighed deeply as she leaned back. She scanned the room once more, awaiting any followup to her comments.
Amethyst eyes lifted towards Fate as the boy was addressed. The future was never set in stone but it was a very rare occasion when Seth was wrong. In his entire existence he could count his wrong predictions on one hand; he was known to have at least one a week. He wished he was incorrect about this one because, if he wasn't, the kingdom would be decimated. There was no coming back from it...no one would survive.
[+red " 'Waiting out the storm' isn't an option,"] Seth informed the court quietly as he kept his eyes focused on Fate. The small hand continued to toy with the stuffed dog that sat in his lap, a front paw moving up and down occasionally. [+red "What I witnessed was death on a mass scale, there's likely to be no survivors unless precautions are taken now. Even then it may only save half of the population."]
The small mage lifted the dog, holding it tightly against his chest. The disturbing images refused to leave his brain and having to recall them now only made them more vivid. It pained him to see the destruction of everything and everyone he loved, Seth wishing he could stop it. He didn't think it was possible but perhaps he could make a small difference.
[+red "Your Majesty, I request your permission to contact the mages in all of the domains of Evermore before our meeting this afternoon,"] he asked in his usual quiet tone as he turned his attention to Emeria. [+red "I feel that, with how little time we have, we need to let them know."]
Fate's head perked up when the princess called his name. It was then that they realized that they had been so distracted with the information the boy had given them that they were still slouched in their earlier relaxed position. As they sat up, Fate let out a low, [+purple "hmm,"] to let the court know Fate was thinking and had actually heard the princess' query.
It felt odd to Fate that the princess had referred to them by their last name, while just a few words earlier, had referred to Snow by her first. Perhaps Emeria didn't trust Fate. Perhaps this was some sort of test. Fate had to make sure what they said then was perfect.
A few ideas popped into Fate's mind, but they were not perfect, so Fate flicked them away. Then it came. The one Fate had been waiting for. Luckily it hadn't taken them too long to come up with something. The princess was quite the impatient woman, given that she had started the meeting without Fate earlier. Probably hadn't been the best day to be late.
Fate turned to the boy, Seth, and asked, [+purple "Is the future set in stone?"] They didn't wait for a reply and turned to the princess. [+purple "Because if it isn't, then we'll want to try to stop whatever's coming. If it is, then all we can do is wait out the storm and try to rebuild afterwards."] Or try to create even more chaos, Fate thought. Fate paused briefly for effect, then continued. [+purple "I would suggest trying to stop the troops Seth saw in his vision before they leave for the Badlands. If they can be stopped, then we'll know the future can be changed, and if they can't, well..."]
Fate trailed off. Sometimes not saying anything was more effective than saying something. And since none of them, besides maybe Seth, knew exactly what was going to happen, leaving it up to the imagination was the best move here. Fate couldn't wait to see what the princess had to say about that.
Emeria kept her stone-like demeanor as she listened, her mind racing from the new information. The soldiers would have to be briefed before they left for today’s expedition into the Badlands but that would wait till after her and Seth’s private briefing. He obviously didn’t feel like he could trust someone in here or, maybe, that he didn’t have complete details.
[#FF6500 “Yes. We can meet in the study hall this afternoon. Snow, please join us there as well.”] The Princess had to put all judgements aside and take what aid she could get, even if it was from the scholar. If there was going to be an evil uprising, real or otherwise, it was best to be prepared then later humiliated.
Her fingers curled around the pillow underneath her, doing her best to look nonchalant as she turned her gaze to the last member at the table who had yet to speak. Fate. [#FF6500 “Enzu, do you have anything to report or add to this assembly?”] She tilted her head, eyeing him casually. He had been more of a mumbler the entire time that she was interested if the King’s new chosen was going to live up to his ‘bright ideas’ or if he was going to coast through to the end of the meeting.
Staring eyes. Seth could feel them on him, their owners feeling mixed emotions. While most more than likely took his words for truth there were others, however, that most likely thought the young mage was full of shit. Kingdom-destroying darkness in such a short time span? Even Seth had to admit it would be a bit difficult to believe. Evermore hadn't had a war in over a century and were at peace with neighboring nations. Why would such a tranquil period suddenly be brought to an end with bloodshed and darkness? If the small boy hadn't seen it for himself, even he would have some doubts.
Unfortunately Seth wasn't wrong.
He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, not enjoying being the center of attention, and allowed the violet irises to drop to the stuffed toy in front of him on the table. In order to continue on he needed to pretend the others weren't there watching him....judging him. It was easier to concentrate when his treasure was near, the worn out dog he had named Kimchi, as it gave him something else to focus on besides the adults in the room. A small hand reached out and grabbed Kimchi by a paw, pulling the bundle of cloth towards him. It slid across the polished table easily where it then fell into his lap, Seth picking him up and holding him against his stomach protectively.
[+red "It was only a few hours ago,"] the small mage answered quietly. The silence in the room was deafening but no sound could afford to be made. Not with such a serious accusation hanging over their heads. After another moment his gaze lifted to fall on Emeria again. He could tell she was trying to be level headed about this, trying to emulate her father, but they were two very different people. She was a bit rougher around the edges than he was but had no doubts that she was an excellent ruler.
[+red "It began shortly after the soldiers returned from the Badlands, the ones that are leaving this afternoon,"] he explained in his quiet voice. [+red "I've taken the trip before, it's about a two week's journey there and back. The captain usually keeps his soldiers out on trips such as this one for a week."]
Seth shifted again, allowing his gaze to drift once more and this time fell on those across the table from him. First he saw Faith, the newcomer to the court. They didn't seem up in arms like the rest of them did, leading the mage to believe that this was probably one of the people who thought he was making the entire situation up. Deciding not to dwell on it further he looked away, this time stopping at Snow. Unlike Faith, he could see genuine concern in her eyes. Observing that made him feel a little bit better.
[+red "I'd...I'd rather not delve into details of what occurred right now, Your Majesty,"] Seth spoke once more, looking down at Kimchi who sat in his lap and began to toy with one of the floppy ears. [+red "With your approval, we can discuss it this afternoon. I just....just need to think about something else for a little while."]
The first thing Snow did every morning was read. She found comfort in opening a new book and excitement in finishing the last page. Today she had just finished "Fire Magic," the final book in a collection of all magical elements. She started with "Dark Magic" to get a better understanding of the youngest member of the court, then went down the list. As the castle advisor, she had permission to take and return books from the library as she pleased.
She collected all the books in her room and headed to the library to exchange them. Usually she would have brought her sword with, but there was a court meeting today, and that was her next stop. As she entered the enormous library, she smiled. Although she had been living in the castle for years, the sheer size of the library rivalled her need for knowledge. Snow had been reading almost daily for years, but she had only made a small dent in the information available to her. She still had enough time before the meeting, so she grabbed a new book and sat down in her favorite spot in the castle. In fact, she would like to argue that this was the only comfortable seat in the castle. After flipping through a few pages of "Exotic Animals of Evermore," Snow closed the book and made her way to the gathering hall.
Snow silently entered the room, where Seth and and few others were already seated. She noticed the stuffed toy flopped on the table in front of him. It was looking very worn and she couldn't help but wonder why he didn't just get rid of the old thing. The Princess and her guardsman entered soon after and the meeting was set to begin...However, there was someone missing. Snow looked at the empty chair. Fate. She had never liked them. She was always weary of newcomers to the court, but something about their confidence came across as more cocky to Snow.
Just as the first person finished their report, the door burst open and Fate entered the room out of breath. They said they got distracted by a puzzle, and the excuse seemed to go unnoticed by the others at the table. Snow decided to ignore them aside from a stern glance in their direction. The meeting continued as usual. Snow realized that the meeting seemed stale though. When the King was there, everyone was more invested in the discussions taking place. Currently, each person took their turn, a few words were exchanged, and that was that. It wasn't until it was the young mage's turn that things got interesting.
The young boy mentioned a vision he had involving the kingdom being overrun by darkness. Snow immediately looked at the reactions of the court. Each person had their own way of showing their unease: squirming, tapping their feet, or in the Princess's case, straightening up to hide her discomfort. Her eyes settled on Fate. Unlike the others, Fate was unmoving. They remained in their laid back sitting position without moving. Maybe this was their way of showing unease, but she found it rather odd.
Not wanting to get caught staring, Snow looked back to Seth, awaiting his response to the Princess's questions.
Fate made their way to their seat and sat down, surprised that the court had started the meeting without them, but not too upset about it. Nothing really interesting happened in these meetings anyways, and when interesting things did happen, they were always saved for the end of the assembly. Why, Fate had little idea, but they did know they had missed nothing of importance.
Fate was, however, a little upset about being completly ignored. Yes, there were sideways glances cast their way, but nothing more. It was like Fate had not shown up late at all. It was like all of the work Fate had put into being late meant nothing.
But that was absurd and Fate knew it. Of course their work meant something. It just didn't mean what Fate had intended it to. Rather than being a birthday gift to themself, the charade had been an experiment. An experiment that proved a very important thing. The castle was different when the king wasn't about. The castle was different when Emeria was in charge.
It was cold in the main cabnet. Cold and quiet. Fate sat in a way that said they were very much at ease and honestly rather bored with the situation they were in, but in reality this was not the case. Fate was uneasy. The way the meeting was handled, the way the princess spoke...it was so smooth. There was not a rough spot to be found, not a chink in her armour. Fate hated her for it. She had to die. Either that or be tortured forever, but even Fate thought that was rather cruel, and more importantly, unreliable. She had to die. Fate wouldn't let her sterilize the kingdom.
Fate was quieter than usual, only adding a couple of things to the conversation, but this was excusable because of the fictional birthday puzzle. Actually it wasn't, but who was going to notice? They barely noticed Fate had shown up late.
And then all was silent. The boy with the stuffed dog was thinking. And everyone was watching him. Fate felt like squirming in their seat, but they didn't dare move.
The boy said the kingdom will be overrun by darkness. The boy said the kingdom will be overrun by evil. The boy was a time-seer. The boy was always right.
Fate was scared.
This could mean a couple of things. Either the princess was even worse than Fate had feared and her tyranny had destroyed everything chaotic and good in the kingdom, or the king had had failed his negotiations and the kingdom was under attack by a neigboring kingdom. It couldn't mean Fate had won. If Fate had won, there wouldn't be any kingdom left to overrun. There would just be people. No leaders. No kingdom.
Unless the boy was wrong...
The princess adressed this cleanly, any feeling she might have about the issue tucked neatly inside herself. As previously mentioned, Fate hated her. Something had to be done.
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