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    Played by @Tarieles

    Name: Leander Esrysson
    Age: 48
    Birthdate: July 5th 230 NE
    Gender: Male
    Ethnicity: Caerleon
    Sexuality: Heterosexual
    Height: 5'11"
    Weight: 176 lbs
    Personality: Leander is a kind gentleman. He is known for his kindness, but also his fairness. He has the confidence and bravery of a true king, and his people know it. While he is courageous, Leander also keeps some level of prudence about him. He will not go blindly into a fight, and will instead watch carefully for signs of weakness before attacking. He is a very determined person, and doesn't give up so easily. He is a leader first, and a strategist second. If the fight seems like it will go south, there is no dishonor in saving his people and retreating for the moment.

    Even though Leander does seem hardened and like he has no room for fun, he does enjoy parties and dances just as much as anyone else. He enjoyed watching his young children, and would often chase them through the halls, before they would collapse in a pile of giggles. Of course, those days are now over for the most part, as he has no plans of siring any other children. However, if there is no work to be done, which is quite rare for a king, or if he just needs a break, he might often be found in the town square during festivals thrown by the commoners. He always makes a plan to at least visit the largest of the festivals. Because of his common misfortune, Leander does tend to think of himself as cursed, thus tends to expect the worst. He can be seen as an optimist to everything except for himself.

    Backstory: Leander was born to Rodric Esrysson in 230 NE, of which he had only one other sibling, Brandon Esrysson. The two grew up together and were quite close. Leander met Lady Aurelia when he was 19 years old, and the two soon fell in love. They did not marry right away, however, and instead wanted to wait to marry and raise their children in more peaceful times.

    Both Brandon and Leander participated in the battle where their father died. They both grieved heavily after they learned of the news, though not for long, as Brandon had to be crowned quickly. Leander was there at the coronation, silently cheering his brother on, even though it was a very grim event having taken place only days after their father's funeral. With Brandon king, and with their father's death heavy on their hearts, his Highness created peace with the Empire, so no other sons would have to endure the death of their father. Soon after this proclamation, their mother also passed, seemingly from loneliness. Immediately after this peace, Aurelia and Leander became engaged and married, and had their first son, Anre. They small family could not be happier. They lived in the castle with Brandon, even though Brandon had offered them their own private villa in the country. Leander wanted to stay close to his family roots, and Aurelia just wanted to stay with her husband and child. The happy couple had two more children, another son, Dominic, and Aurelia's long awaited daughter, Orlagh.

    Unfortunately, happy times must come to an end. Aurelia came down with a disease. The physicians didn't know what it was. It didn't seem like it would be fatal. She was kept isolated, and only Leander and some servants were allowed to visit her and bring her food and water. He would allow his children to see her if they asked, but he didn't want to burden them with seeing their mother in that state. It seemed like her illness was getting better, and they rejoiced, saying that they would have one more child together before leaving it at that. Unfortunately, later that year, Aurelia passed leaving Leander in a state of depression that lasted for months. This only deepened when his brother had the same illness as Aurelia. He too visited Brandon every day. However, it took the king even faster than it took Aurelia. Brandon had no wife or children, so it came to Leander to take the crown, which he accepted immediately.

    Shortly after Brandon's death, he became close to the lady Isolde Greenwood who helped him along the way with his grieving. She seemed to not mind that he obviously still loved Aurelia greatly. He took comfort in her presence. The two soon married, and she bore him a son, Rodric. Now, as Leander becomes older, he knows he needs to name an heir. His wife urges him to name Rodric as the next king. However, Leander feels as though Anre is much more suitable for the task. He is conflicted, and everyone seems to have their own interests at heart, instead of the safety and protection of his people.

    Family Members:
    Rodric Esrysson | Father | Deceased
    Amelie Esrysson | Mother | Deceased
    Brandon Esrysson | Brother | Deceased
    Aurelia Esrysson née Sambridge | Ex-Wife | Deceased
    Isolde Esrysson née Greenwood | Wife | Alive
    Anre Esrysson | Oldest Son | Alive
    Dominic Esrysson | Son | Alive
    Orlagh Esrysson | Daughter | Alive
    Rodric Esrysson | Son | Alive
    Esrys Rajursson | Grandfather | Deceased
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    Played by @derelict_lilyflower

    Name:
    Queen Isolde Adrienette Greywood
    Age: 37
    Birthdate: Summer of 241 NE
    Gender: Female
    Ethnicity: Caerleon
    Height: 5'7"
    Weight: 165 lb's

    Personality:
    Isolde is a woman of many a gained trait in her lifetime. She has two sides that only certain individuals bare witness to. To her first side, that would be her role as Queen. She had always been a member of the Court and therefore was raised to learn and study every movement and way of the Royal's. With that, she learned to always do the opposite and play the role of one that all could love and never find fault with. She learned to be true and kind to all that she encountered and when she was faced with any issue, she was known to handle it with fluent grace and the air of a true Queen not born of Royal Blood. Her confidence was uncanny and certainly helped to aid her rise in the Court to her families true happiness as they had been seeking a way into the Royal Family for many a century. But, this was a personality she had been known for in her younger years and after the death of Brandon.. She grew cold and fierce. In time, she wore the mask of her past self before Leander as the girl he had once known and been a dear friend to as she married him after the death of his dearest wife. She then carried on to play the role of the Gentle Queen whilst away in the shadows.. She began to plot her way to placing her son as the heir. She refused to see him cast aside and with great determination and want, she began to work her way to the path she had always wanted.

    Summed Up Personality:
    Kind/Gentle/Devious/Alluring/Charming/Witty/Intelligent/Ilusive
    Likes:
    Tea/Horseback Riding/Traveling/Taking Walks/Gardens/Art/Ballroom Dancing/Herbal Remedies/Poisons/Sword-Fighting
    Dislikes:
    Arrogance/Fools/Back-Stabbing/Those who refuse to support her son's claim to the throne.
    Fears:
    The Past memories of Losing Brandon
    Losing her Son.
    Being controlled again by her family
    Secrets:
    ~ She and Brandon were once greatly in love and she was said to be promised to him at one point. Her heart was full to the brim of love for him alone and his death was the one thing that killed a part of her.

    ~ She feels love for Leander and yet feels that she will always live in the shadow of the one before her and that she will never be enough to hold any ground with him or to fill the hole that Aurelia had left in his heart.

    Strengths:
    Cunning/Devious/Intelligent/Brave/Bold
    Weaknesses:
    The Past/Stubborness/Manipulation.

    Family Members
    Leander Esrysson | Husband
    Rodric Esrysson | Son

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    Played by @Kinton Nyr

    Name: Anre Esrysson
    Title: Crown Prince of Caerleon
    Age: 26
    Birthdate: 3 December, 252 New Era
    Gender: Male
    Nationality: Caerleon
    Sexuality: Heterosexual

    Appearance
    Anre is a tall, handsome man with pale blue eyes and shoulder-length black hair. He is a slender, well-built man, who often dresses in black robes.
    Height: 6'3"
    Weight: 185 lbs

    Personality
    Anre is a polite, well-mannered prince, who is well-shaped for his position as the Crown Prince of Caerleon. He respects all of the kings and noblemen as well as the commoners of his realm, and understands the significance of his future role as the protector of the realm, and thus he aims to shape his personality around that of his father, the king. He is also very kind and caring towards his younger siblings, hoping to be a role model for them in the future. Anre has various flaws, in that he trusts much too easily. He likes to give people a chance without judging them based on their pasts, and therefore he often has shady characters surrounding him. However, although he is initially merciful, when wronged, Anre ensures that he carries out justice swiftly, and he practices justice mercilessly. It could be said that Anre is too serious for his own good.

    Backstory
    Anre is the eldest son of King Leander, born during the reign of his uncle King Brandon. Once his father became king, Anre realised the expectations that the people would have for him, and began to mould himself to become a future king. He trained in sword fighting, horse riding and martial arts as well as in literature, art and music, and was known to be a very cultured prince.

    During his maiden battle in 271 NE, while putting down the rebellion of the rebellious lord Rogen Selroth, Anre charged ahead and personally killed nine enemy soldiers but he was struck by a stray arrow during the battle. Wounded by the arrow, he was cut down by one of the enemy soldiers, but the rebelling lord spared his life and took him captive instead. Anre was held for ransom by Lord Selroth, but before the ransom money could have been transferred, Anre set fire to the lord's castle and slaughtered his entire family as they attempted to escape. This was one example of Anre's mercilessness when wronged.

    Anre later began to educate himself with battle tactics in order to prevent such a disaster from occurring on the battlefield again. In 273 NE, Anre was betrothed to a woman named Ashelia Mayne, who was a potential suitor, however, Ashelia's father Denys was secretly plotting to kill the king so that the Mayne family could become powerful. When Anre discovered the plot, he had Denys arrested and executed, and later forced Ashelia to commit suicide when he realised that she had always known her father's intentions. Anre spared the remaining members of the Mayne family and had them exiled from Caerleon. This is another example of Anre's merciless sense of justice.

    Family Members:
    King Leander Esrysson | Father | Alive
    Lady Aurelia Sambridge | Mother | Deceased
    Queen Isolde Greywood | Stepmother | Alive
    Prince Dominic Esrysson | Brother | Alive
    Princess Orlagh Esrysson | Sister | Alive
    Prince Rodric Esrysson | Half-brother | Alive
    Ashelia Mayne | Ex-betrothed | Deceased
    King Brandon Esrysson | Uncle | Deceased
    King Rodric Esrysson | Grandfather | Deceased
    Queen Amelie Esyrsson | Grandmother | Deceased
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    Played by @derelict_lilyflower

    Name
    Prince Dominic Esrysson

    Age | Birthdate
    20 | August 11th, 258 NE

    Gender
    Male

    Ethnicity
    Caerleon

    Height | Weight
    6'1 | 171 lbs

    Personality
    Dominic is a young and playful prince who has charm. His life ambition is to be a warrior, and although he is competent with both a sword and a bow, he is masterful with neither. He makes up for this with his quick eye for strategy, and is a proficient tactician, advisor and politician. Unfortunately, he spends much of his time attempting to imitate his older brother Prince Anre and his father's general Edric Sunder.

    Family Members
    King Leander | Father
    Lady Aurelia | Mother, deceased
    Prince Anre | Brother
    Princess Orlagh | Sister
    Prince Rodric | Half-brother

    King Rodric | Grandfather, deceased
    Queen Amelie | Grandmother, deceased
    King Brandon | Uncle, deceased

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    Played by @VengefulPeanut

    Name: Orlagh Esrysson ("or" – "la")
    Age: 20
    Birthdate: August 11th, 258 NE
    Gender: Female
    Ethnicity: Caerleon
    Height: 5'3''
    Weight: 58KG

    Personality:
    Somewhat wistful and withdrawn is what she appears to most, her physical anomaly giving her something of a reason to be so. Orlagh is a naïve, peaceful girl. Her head is awash with fairytales and stories of the outside world in place of her own, lacking experiences. In her naivity, she follows the trait of her eldest brother in that she is too trusting of any and all who accept her for who she is. Having suffered the scorn of those more superstitious, however, it is often hard for people outside of her family to become close with her. Many of the few close to her find she is quite different to how most would expect her to be. Beneath the porcelain cuteness and fragile demeanour is a girl with something of a playful streak and an unassuming wit. When at her most comfortable, her servants often talk of how her youthful and child-like energy is a refreshing addition to the day.

    Backstory:
    Born with eyes mismatched in colour, one crystal blue, the other emerald green, Orlagh was something of a tragedy to her parents. On one hand, the king had sired a strong, healthy boy – her twin brother – yet on the other his daughter was marked with a curse; such a mark often denoted that a great ill would befall the family and all close to them. Children born with this mark, while rare, were often left in the forests to die so that their curse could not bring harm to the family. However, King Leander paid no heed to these superstitions, not even when his wife passed away. Still, upon his coronation he realised that she was a political liability and she was in danger. If many others were to know of her condition they would feel that the very monarchy itself was cursed. So, to protect his daughter and his standing in court, he kept her hidden away to some degree. Growing in isolation, Orlagh found herself distanced from the courtly education her brothers received. Dominic, her brother, continued to be the 'better' sibling though she harboured no malice for that fact. In fact, she came to resent the idea of being a stately figure for fear of what that would mean for her and her family. So, she continued to live a life of luxury in the most comfortable prison in the world – the royal estate. Still, for all of the events that went on beyond the walls of the castle and for all of her naivety, Orlagh remains one of the most affluent people at court when it comes to information, for at court the walls have ears, and words spilled from loose lips often end up finding their way in confidence to Orlagh's ears – such is the benefit of being close with one's servants.

    Family Members:
    Father - Leander Esrysson
    Mother - Aurelia Esrysson
    Brother - Anre Esrysson (Eldest)
    Brother - Dominic Esrysson (Twin)
    Half-Brother - Rodric Esrysson
    Grandfather - Rodric Esrysson
    Grandmother - Amelie Esrysson
    Uncle - Brandon Esrysson
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    Played by
    @Mundane Monster

    Name: Rodric Esrysson
    Age: 17
    Birthdate: 5 June, 261 New Era
    Gender: Male
    Ethnicity: Caerleon
    Height:
    5'11
    Weight:
    167 lbs

    Personality:
    Soft spoken but with a strong heart, Rodric is a bright young man swathed in tenacity. He isn't the strongest person or the most intelligent but when he sets his heart or mind on something, he doesn't give up. He sees potential in everyone and doesn't like to judge people without truly getting to know them. He can be a bit naive because of this but if he finds out someone has been taking advantage of him, he will reluctantly issue punishment and turn his back on them. He has a softer spot for animals and tends his aviary with great care. He believes that not only should the well being of the people be priority, but the gifts given to the people by Mother Nature.
    He is very close with his mother, but he does not like to be coddled. He loves to explore and loves the freedom that he gets by not being the Crown Prince, but he also envies his elder brother's impending authority at times.
    Likes:
    Animals
    People
    Adventures
    Sparring
    Reading
    Dislikes:
    Being Coddled
    Judgmental People
    Destruction of Nature
    Hunting
    Fears:
    Fire
    Secrets:
    TBD
    Strengths:
    Tenacity
    Animal Lover
    Stamina
    Weaknesses:
    Not the strongest
    Strategy isn't his forte
    He can't stand being too close to a flame

    Backstory: (Whatever you want to add about the character's background, just drop it here. I will add things I deem important to the timeline )

    Family Members:
    King Leander Esrysson -
    Father
    Queen Isolde Greywood - Mother
    Crown Prince Anre Esrysson - Eldest Half Brother
    Prince Dominic Esrysson - Older Half Brother
    Princess Orlagh Esrysson - Older Half Sister
    Rodric Esrysson - Grandfather †
    Amelie Esrysson - Grandmother †
    Brandon Esrysson - Uncle †

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    Played by @munchkinomatic

    Name: Edric Sunder
    Age: 39
    Birthdate: 239 NE
    Gender: Male
    Ethnicity: Wildborn Caerleon
    Height: 7'3 feet
    Weight: 400 pounds

    Appearance: A handsome, muscle-bound, gigantic monster of a man. Edric Sunder towers over all around him with his bulk and height. He is almost never seen without his armor and weapons, many call Edric the personification of war.

    Personality: Edric is a straightforward, gregarious man ,perhaps even a tad arrogance in his own strength. He lives in the moment, seeing what is apparent and simple to understand. For him, the world is a simple place, with clear cut wrong and right. He lives only to serve the King, and to crush his enemies. As long as the King continue to call upon his service to reduce his enemies to broken bones and pulverized flesh, Edric is happy.
    Likes: The King, Brandon, fighting, war, drinking, party, loyalty, the Church and its teaching
    Dislikes: Traitors, liars, politics and intrigue, dishonorable conducts, unholy actions.
    Fears: Being betrayed by his closests and most trusted, growing old.
    Secrets: Edric personally have no secret, being too straigthforward for such things. However, he does hold the secrets of the kingdom itself, having carried out dark, questionable orders from the king many times in the past in the name of securing the throne.
    Strengths: A natural strategic and tactical genius, honed by long campaigns and a body straight out of the ancient fairy tales make Edric is a master of all things war, being it strategy or personal martial prowess.
    Weaknesses: A short, explosive temper, his black and white view of the world, mule-headed stuborness and his blind loyalty to the king.

    Backstory: Edric is a child of the Wildlands, the untamed stretched of jungles and swamp lands that has never seen the light of civilization. It was the land, according to old tales, where dark beasts and darker men lurk and sleep freely with each other, spawning unnatural offsprings.

    During the rebellion from 236-247 NE, Rodric Esrysson led the rebels into the Wildlands, where he found a newborn Edric crying within the arms of his dead mother. King Rodric took the baby back with him and fostered him as if he was his own child, in addition to his two trueborn sons.

    Growing up, Edric shown a great affinity for the art of war. Squiring under King Rodric since the age of nine, Edric has been splitting skulls and waging wars when other children his age yet to learn know how to grip a blade. Many years, campaigns, and broken enemies later, Edric was granted his own title, lordship and land. After the passing of King Rodric, Edric served as the military advisor for King Brandon and later King Leander, who he sees as brother in all but blood.

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    Played by @VengefulPeanut

    Name: Lochlann Bourdillon ("lok" – "lan")
    Age: 28
    Birthdate: March 5th, 250 NE
    Gender: Male
    Ethnicity: Half Empire/Half Carleon
    Height: 6'0''
    Weight: 65KG
    Role: Lord Conspiring /w Queen

    Personality:
    Charming, flirtatious and cunning: Lochlann is a noble fresh from a fairytale... or more a swashbuckling rogue from romance fiction. He's a diplomat at heart, casting words from a tongue of silver and striking deeper than any blade ever could. That's not to say he is one to shy away from conflict but he prefers to play the game of politics to achieve his goals. Lochlann is loyal to his family, but those are the only people he is loyal to. If someone is beyond his care, then he cares nothing for them or what happens to them. Some have said that he uses people and that he is a manipulator. Those people soon took back those words once Lochlann had a chance to talk with them and win them over to his side of things.

    Backstory:
    Born to the noble house Bourdillon, Lochlann is the only surviving member of importance and the Lord of the house. Still, the house itself is not one of the utmost prestige. His father was a traitor to the Empire, betraying them for a promise of land and a beautiful wife by one of the generals of the rebellion. Aiding in the siege of Lavindor, Lochlann's father was the one who opened the gates and ordered an entire garrison to stand down so that the rebels could take the city and his men might be spared. However, the deal that was stricken was then soon forgotten. The general refused to honour his end but it was too late, his daughter Naeva had already began to court the traitor in secret. A few years passed before the general found out, instantly calling for Lochlann's fathers execution and abandoning his daughter. However, the general was summoned to battle by the King, leaving matters to be resolved later. The man fell by the King's side. Naeva pleaded for Ayer, Lochalnn's father, to ride out to the battlefield to find her father. Alas, by the time he arrived he was too late. Rallying Naeva's father's men, Ayer managed to buy the main force time to retreat from the battlefield but took heavy losses. Inheriting the army and marrying Naeva, Ayer sired his son Lochlann.

    Despite this great victory, the house was weakened with its lack of forces and the fact that it was headed by a man of the Empire, a soldier of the Empire, no less, was greatly unpopular. Lochlann's parents were assassinated in the night by unknown assailants in 271 NE. Once he caught the assassins, no amount of torture or coercion could convince them to give up the names of their employers, but Lochlann always suspected the Esryssons and the crown, thinking that it was a reprisal for their remaining neutral in the battle against the treasonous Lord Rogen Selroth. While Ayer had given his reasons for not participating, that his house was poor and lacking in troops, the feeling that resentment and suspicion laid at their doorstep was not one easily escaped. Taking lead of the house after his parent's died, the young Lochlann set about a quest to establish House Bourdillon as one of the most prominent and affluent houses in the whole kingdom and to acquire the truth on his parent's murder. How he would do this, however? Well, he would need to be smart.

    Family Members:
    Father - Ayer Bourdillon (Deceased)
    Mother - Naeva Bourdillon (Deceased)
    Half-Brother - Elroy Bourdillon (Lives in the Empire)

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    Played by @Starlighter

    Name: Keadan Lorgain
    Age: 24
    Birthdate: March 6th, 254 NE
    Gender: Male
    Ethnicity: Caerleon
    Sexuality: Heterosexual
    Height: 5'11
    Weight: 160 lbs

    Personality:
    Keadan is quiet to the point of being nearly silent. He rarely speaks, instead tracking the world around him with a perpetual frown and disconcerting stare. He is incredibly private and withdrawn, rarely seeking out the company of others beyond what he absolutely must. While he may typically come across as cold, he doesn't particularly intend to alienate others, but is rather acutely aware of the difficulties involved due to his handicap (see weaknesses). While he can think quite deviously, he rarely acts on such ideas as he sees no reason to harm others without cause.

    Likes:
    Keadan is very fond of poetry, history, and writing or reading of any kind.
    Dislikes:
    He despises loud, busy areas such as large social gatherings or markets, or anything that involves a great deal of noise.
    Fears:
    Perhaps his two most notable fears are loneliness, and being inadequate.
    Secrets:
    Only a few of the servants he employs are aware of his ability to read lips. He also has a mental strategy outlined that would allow him to monopolize the entirety of black market trading in Caerleon and most of the surrounding kingdoms (see history).
    Strengths:
    He is fairly good at business, and his ability to read lips occasionally allows him to learn things of interest without others realizing his awareness.
    Weaknesses:
    Most notably, the fact that he is deaf can make communication extremely inconvenient, and at times put him at risk as well. He also has a habit of extreme self-reliance and failing to allow others to help him, no matter how badly he might need it.

    Backstory:
    Keadan was born the only child of a Aranin Lorgain, a general who served in the Rebellion of King Rufus V from its inception. His father was quite middle aged and already in possession of the land (a border stronghold formerly called Fort Hastain which Aranin besieged in 247 NE) granted to him by King Rodric before he had Keadan. His wife died when the boy was only two years old. Entirely attentive to his service to the crown and its military, Aranin Lorgain was rarely home, and took his son with him wherever he went on military business. Unable to participate in anything exciting that his father took part in, Keadan took to observing and remembering. Eventually his pent up boredom released in the form of writing short stories and poems, every now and then putting a simple tune to one of them. He wrote about the battles that his father and the other men spoke of, and shared his work with anyone who felt at all inclined to read it. Within a few years, he became recognized for both his exceptionally detailed and accurate accounts of Caerleon's brief history, but also his more dramatic, romanticized version of events.

    During the Plague of 259-60 NE (recounted in one of his most famous poems, The Mark of Death and also referenced in The Eyes of Fate, which describes the birth and early life of Princess Orlagh in dramatized form), Keadan contracted the plague and his father took him to be treated by a so called 'healer' living on the border. For days the 'healer' refused to allow them to see each other while he 'treated' Keadan, insisting that his work would fail and Keadan would die if he were to be disturbed, and other such nonsensical drivel. All the while, he continued increasing his fee by the day. More and more continued going wrong throughout the weeks that followed, until the final straw came with one of the healer's methods rendering Keadan permanently deaf. It took time, but he eventually recovered from the plague, albeit with rather a weak constitution that has persisted ever since. Over the following years he learned how to read lips, and while he can still speak, he very rarely does.

    Six years ago, the border city of Gerana near Castle Lorgain began to experience difficulties with trespassers and bandits from the neighboring kingdom of Shancera. Thefts and vandalism were frequent, and for a time Lord Lorgain was unsuccessful in solving the problem. Shortly thereafter, he was killed in a skirmish with the bandits. Even after an appropriate time to mourn his father had passed, he continued to wear black, and even now still does. However, upon hearing the news, Keadan took it upon himself to personally barge into the throne room of the King of Shancera, demanding to know if he had sanctioned the action. The exchange was poem worthy, in part simply for the impropriety of it, but also for the dramatic style of nonverbal communication that ensued.

    Due to being stretched thin on other fronts, the King of Shancera chose not to inflame the potential for new conflict, and offered a handsome reward to whoever would bring in the the bandits, dead or alive. Keadan took his time, and eventually set a trap that succeeded in killing more than half of the bandits at once. The rest disbanded, and he and the king of Shancera parted ways as amiable acquaintances.

    Keadan used the money from the King of Shancera by way of investment and expansion. In the years since his father's death, he has become quite wealthy through a business in logistics, utilizing his command of his father's soldiers - everything from wagons to horses to escorts; whatever it is, he can move it to almost anywhere while also guaranteeing security. Two main components of his success involve his acquaintance with the King of Shancera (who has granted him certain trading liberties), and the location of Castle Lorgain on the border, with direct access to the main trade route through Caerleon. While Keadan is a King's man by way of loyalty to his father's memory, he could just as easily use his connections to trade in the black market without anyone to be the wiser, and even monopolize it if he wished.

    Family Members:
    Father: Lord Aranin Lorgain (deceased)
    Mother: Lady Veresa Lorgain (deceased)

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    Played by
    @Tarieles

    Name: Shadia Hasnoui
    Age: 22
    Birthdate: January 12th 256 NE
    Gender: Female
    Ethnicity: Tincen
    Sexuality: Heterosexual
    Height: 5'6"
    Weight: 127 lbs
    Personality: Shadia is an outwardly wonderful and warm person. She caters to everyone's whims, and doesn't leave anyone without what they want. However, those who are close to her can definitely see that she's not a sweetheart at all. She is cold and calculating, never taking no for an answer. Where there is a will, there is a way. She doesn't like being bossed around, but it's all she knows. However, she definitely thinks she would be better fit as a Queen of her own nation, creating the rules instead of following them. But for now, she stays locked up in her master's castle, wishing life had treated her differently.

    Backstory: Shadia was born to two high standing nobles in Tincen, a rather technologically advanced and highly spiritual steppe city for its time. Unfortunately, her parents were part of a treasonous plot to depose their current king. They were found out, and her parents were executed, as well as her older siblings. She managed to be saved because she was so young when it happened, only 6 years old. She was taken in by the King, and was raised as a maid by the Housekeeper. Most of her life, she was a laundry maid, but when she reached age 15, she graduated to housemaid.

    When she was 17, a peasant and servant rebellion popped up in the country, and she was taken by the ones who raised her, and were planning on joining the Empire. When the group passed through Caerleon, the group seemingly abandoned her there, so she stayed, and decided to do the only thing she knew how: be a maid. She was taken in by the castle maids, and was welcomed rather quickly. However, her heart is forever in her home town, and she will never betray it.

    Family Members:
    Adil Hasnoui | Father | Deceased
    Hala Hasnoui née Hannachi | Mother | Deceased
    Idris Hasnoui | Brother | Deceased
    Ghazi Hasnoui | Brother | Deceased
    Azra Hasnoui | Sister | Deceased
 
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Prince Dominic Esrysson, 20
The Summer Tourney, Morecambe, 278 NE



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Every summer, the people of Caerleon celebrated with a grand festival to mark the anniversary of the foundation of the kingdom, but Prince Dominic had never seen one like this. From his balcony in Morecambe Palace, he could see everything. The bright colours of the flags stretched out from house to house across the streets, the children engaged in splendid water fights and the hundreds of food and merchant stalls dotting the marketplace. It had only been thirty-one years since the late King Rodric had established his crown and kingdom, but Caerleon had become a successful, strong and thriving nation, and that was clear to see. Several lords throughout the nation had been invited by his father, King Leander, and Queen Isolde themselves to a ball in the Great Hall to commence the festivities.

Dominic couldn't wait to see who had been invited. He already knew that the great Edric Sunder would be there. Edric and his father had pretty much grown up side-by-side in this very palace, and had fought together in battles in their younger days. In fact, he had heard rumours that Edric's maiden battle had been the very one in which his grandfather, King Rodric, had been killed, when Edric would have been just twelve. Whether or not that was true, he was certain that Edric had witnessed the battles of the rebellion firsthand.

Dominic had also heard that Lochlann Bourdillon would be there. The name didn't inspire much excitement in him. As far as he was aware, Lochlann was the son of the esteemed traitor Ayer who had paved the way for the foundation of the kingdom, but he hadn't heard anything particularly rewarding about Ayer's son. No, the name that excited him more was that of the young lord Keadan Lorgain. Dominic had purchased all of his poetry from the market and read all of his histories in the library. What he had not heard of the great rebellion of Esrys Rajursson and Rufus V from Edric or his father, he had learned from reading Keadan's histories, and he even once found himself brought to tears reading The Mark of Death. He was more amazed that the man was not only incredibly talented in literature, but he was hard of hearing. The man couldn't hear a single sound and yet he had learned so much about the world.

"The King commands you to come to the Great Hall," a servant said after politely knocking on his door.

Dominic smiled. The guests must be about to arrive soon.
 
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Orlagh Esrysson
Morecambe Palace Halls
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With the palace abuzz with talk and gossip of the upcoming festivities and tourney, Orlagh took the opportunity to wander the palace halls to see what information she could discern. She had always loved tourneys and balls, it was the one time that she could experience the world properly. All year she sat, dreaming of chasing her life in the wild, in the streets, on the seas, yet for this once a year spectacle, the world came to her and she could finally feel part of something. Of course, she still had to be careful, as did the King. Yet, something in her gut compelled her to try pushing the boundaries this time.

As she wandered, servants scurried about the corridors like rats on a ship, pinning different decorations to walls, fixtures and holdings. The whole thing in itself was a spectacle to watch. Orlagh had been quite close with the serving staff, after all, and seeing them all in such a tiff was humorous to no end.

Nearing her brother, Dominic's room, she saw a servant moving away after having passed on the King's command. This was her chance. "Boo!" she exclaimed, jabbing him in the ribs with her index finger as he moved out of the room. "Think I could tag along with you to go see father? I have something to ask him."
 
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With the revelling, the cheering and the general din of festivities filling the air with vibrance, the arrival of Lord Bourdillon went with a largely unremarkable welcome. A few guards approached him and his party of personal guards and servants, checking their documentation and providing escort to the castle.

"Quite the entrance," one of Lochlann's personal guard uttered sarcastically, a smirk besmirching his face.

"Once I have accelerated House Bourdillon to the status it deserves, then we'll have entrances so grand even you'll be able to find a wench to throw her undergarments at you, Bertrand," Lochlann quipped in response, not bothering to divert his gaze to the man. Despite not warranting a grand fanfare upon his arrival, Lochlann always seemed to have a way of turning heads. Citizens took breaks from their celebrations to ogle at him and watch him ride by, whether or not it was for a good purpose, that was uncertain. Perhaps they were shocked House Bourdillon hadn't crumbled yet.

"So, what's our plan of attack?" Bertrand asked.

"Same as always, you and the men find a nice corner to get drunk in and stay out of trouble, and I'll get to work meeting, greeting and cheating," Lochlann smiled, looking back to the man, this time. "There will be plenty of people of influence at the castle that I can look to acquaint myself with but we must keep our eyes on the prize..."

"Has the Queen sent any further correspondence?"

"The invitation to the tourney; beyond that is none of your concern," Lochlann dodged, refusing to reveal any illicit information in the public domain. Narrowing his eyes at the nearby taverns and inns, Lochlann breathed in deeply. "Bertrand, break formation, take Gwaine and Oliver with you. I need you to find me the whorehouse. Not just any whorehouse, either. I want you to find me the le meilleur of establishments, some place fit for a noble," he commanded, tossing a bag of coins in Bertrand's direction. "Enjoy yourself, but not too much. I need to acquire information, remember? Not lose it to the spread legs of Morecambe's lovely ladies, all cause you lot are too insatiable to maintain sealed lips." A wry grin formed on the Bertrand's face.

"Of course, my Lord," he chuckled, breaking off with the aforementioned men.

"Lord Bourdillon!" one of the Capital Guards called out. "We're almost at the palace, we'll be dismounting at the palace stables up ahead."

"Excellent..."
 

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    Crown Prince of Caerleon. The title came with many benefits - he would one day be the King, if all went well, and he would one day be the ultimate authority in all matters. He could bed whatever lady he willed, if he willed it so, and he could take money from the royal accounts whenever he liked, as long as he didn't put the nation into debt. These were some of the benefits he could enjoy, but not once did he take advantage of them. He had never taken the dignity of a woman in bed in his twenty-six years of life, waiting until marriage, and he had never borrowed money from the treasury either.

    When he was eighteen, he rejected his allowance and requested that his father pay him the wages appropriate for his position in the army alone, rather than for his position as crown prince. He preferred to earn his money through his own hard work, rather than receive homage for a birthright. He liked to think that he had been named Crown Prince because he was the appropriate choice and not just because he was the eldest. He involved himself in the army, in finances, in politics and in all courtly matters, not because he had to, but because he was good at it.

    "Your Highness, the King requests you to welcome the guests," a young female servant, Lucia, said to him before quickly departing.

    Anre smiled, before heading out of his room, where he spotted his younger sister Orlagh wandering - seemingly aimlessly - at the other end of the hallway. It didn't take a genius to guess that she was probably heading to see Dominic. He pitied her in many ways, for her condition, since he had never seen truth behind the omens and the prophecies, but he knew that many would and did. Regardless, he had never considered himself and Orlagh to be particularly close, but he respected her resolve.

    By the time Anre had headed downstairs to the palace entrance in order to welcome the guests, a train of horses had already pulled up in the courtyard. He checked that he was presentable, as half a dozen armed guards stood on either side of him, and then looked up to see who it would be. The famous historian and poet, Keadan Lorgain? The fierce veteran generals Edric Sunder or Josef Soichre?

    "Your Highness," one of the guards spoke. "Lord Logan - no, Lochan Borden has arrived."

    "Interesting," Anre said quietly as he thought long and hard for a moment, before smiling to himself, as he realised who the guard had meant. He couldn't blame him for getting the name wrong. Even Anre had forgotten that Lochlann Bourdillon would be in attendance today.

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Keadan was not one to make a dramatic or even noticeable entrance. He had arrived in Morecambe the previous evening with his trusted Valet, Markes - otherwise unaccompanied, and as unnoticed as was manageable. Due to the late hour, he had chosen not to impose on the Royal family, and instead made a slight deviation in his normal routine for the festivities. Traditionally he would write a short verse or two with a patriotic theme, and have it carried by messenger to Asdana Moire, a singer and musician who put them to music for a celebratory performance at some point during the festivities.

But since his usual reclusive lack of participation had already been disrupted by the Royal invitation, he had decided to make a slight detour in order to deliver the verses himself. Although he wasn't able to fully appreciate her talents as others would, he had enjoyed meeting Asdana all the same, and they had spent a good few hours working together on the composition she would be singing at the Tourney. As it had been atrociously late by the time they finished, Ms. Moire had been gracious enough to put Keadan and his Valet up for the night.

Less than half an hour ago, they had thanked the vocalist for her hospitality, and left her home on the outskirts of the city to make their way to the palace. The streets were already flooded with people making their way to this attraction or that market, putting an exceptionally sour look on Keadan's face. Taking a roundabout route through calmer alleys and out of the way streets, he urged his horse to maintain a fast trot to prevent them from being rudely late. While his brooding demeanor could hardly be interpreted for excitement at the prospect of the ball, he hoped to at least arrive before the rush of the other guests and their entourages so as to avoid the inevitable clamor and chaos that would ensue.

Unfortunately, when he reined in his horse at the palace gates with Markes just behind him, a small crowd of notable persons, servants, guards, and horses were already sorting themselves out to be greeted. His frown deepening, Keadan directed his mount to a position behind and slightly apart from the congested knot, and dismounted to wait. He held the reins of his horse loosely in one hand, and casually stroked the animal's neck with the other. Markes moved to stand at his side, casting a slightly worried gaze in his Lord's direction, but knowing better than to speak his mind in public.

Without moving, Keadan allowed his gaze to wander over the conglomeration of Lords. He was sure he would be familiar with almost all of them by name, but faces were an entirely different manner. What he found more intriguing than the persons present, however, was their superfluous entourages. It appeared that several of them had come with multiple servants and guards of all things. It was both baffling and amusing that in a time of peace, Lords in their own nation would travel to a Royal ball with guards, just to look impressive, and enough servants to make it seem as though they couldn't so much as drink without one to hand them a cup.

His scowl began to dissolve. Keadan handed the reins of his horse to Markes, and moved to the other side of the animal. He withdrew a pencil and a leather bound book from the saddlebags, and held it against the saddle to give some stability. It had been some time since he wrote anything comedic, and he could think of nothing better to improve the boredom of a social encounter than to mock those involved in it. Focusing exclusively on the page before him, he began to write.
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King Leander Esrysson
Morecambe Great Hall
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Leander was quite excited for the festivities today. He peered out the balcony while in his bedchambers, his servants having found something quite ravishing for the celebration today. He was adorned in something light and airy, a golden doublet and a royal blue open gown. He wore black breeches as well as gold and blue shoes. The royal crown rested upon his golden locks, shining like the sun. He did feel a little silly in such a thing, but it was what kings wore. He was not about to forgo style. After readying for the ball, he was escorted to the great hall, where servants scurried to set up tables and decorations. Musicians plucked off-key notes, trying to hurry and assure their instruments were tuned correctly for the opening piece. The doors to the great hall were closed, and the only people moving around were the servants. Guards surrounded the edge of the Great Hall, to protect the nobles from any assassination attempts and to stop some drunkards from becoming too rowdy.

"His Royal Highness Leander Esrysson, First of His Name! All Bow!" Yelled a guard as the king entered. Everyone stopped, and did exactly what the voice commanded them to do. Leander waved dismissively, before taking a seat on his throne. He assumed his wife would come around sooner or later. He waved his hand over to a guard.

"Would you please find my children? They should be here when the lords enter." He looked tot he throne next to him. "And perhaps find the Queen as well." The guard bowed deeply.

"Of course sire."

Leander sat up straight in the regal chair, watching the servants work and the guards stay completely still. Their celebration was much later in the night. He always made sure to allow the servants and guards have their own small celebration for a couple of hours each anniversary of the kingdom's creation. Keeping morale up prevented runaways, and giving privileges was the best way to keep them happy. A smile appeared on his face, thinking about getting a visit from the one he called Brother. He had called the man brother since they were young, even if the mountain of a man was merely found in a torn down village. He was his family, if not by blood, and the onyl family he had left other than his children. He could only hope his curse would not take Edric as well, but the man was much too stubborn for a mere curse to take him to the afterlife. No, if that man were to fall, it would be because of a glorious battle against the kingdom's enemies.
 
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Prince Dominic Esrysson, 20
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As soon as Dominic stepped foot outside his room, he was pleasantly surprised to see his twin sister Orlagh appearing out of nowhere, before immediately jumping back as she jabbed him straight in his ribs with her finger. He pretended to keel over in pain, resisting the urge to laugh as he got back up, and then gave her a sly grin.

"Of course you can," he said, as he took her hand and led her down the hallway quickly. "But first, I have a prank to pull."

Digging through his satchel, he pulled out a small plastic cushion filled with air. Showing it to Orlagh, Dominic couldn't resist a wide smirk as he hurried down towards the Great Hall with her. Once they had reached the hall, he peeked in to see that only their father and a select few guards and servants were present, yet still their father sat on the throne, smiling with thought. The sight brought a soft smile to Dominic's face. Leander was every much a proud king as he was a proud father, and he looked truly magnificent on his throne. He turned back to his sister.

"We'll put this down on Isolde's chair," Dominic told her with a smirk etched onto his face. "As soon as she sits down, it'll sound like she passed wind. Noisily."
 
Orlagh Esrysson
Morecambe Palace
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"Of course you can." Dominic's response had been exactly what she had expected. There was no reason for him to mind and the two had always been close. However, his sudden grabbing of her hand and whisking her down the corridor, in accompaniment with his talk of pranks, had taken her off guard. She trundled behind him, brow furrowed as she tried to figure out what he was up to.

"Dominic..." she said, preparing to ask for an explanation but before she knew it they had arrived at the Great Hall and Dominic was wielding some sort of inflated cushion.

"We'll put this down on Isolde's chair," Dominic told her with a smirk etched onto his face. "As soon as she sits down, it'll sound like she passed wind. Noisily."

"Dominic," Orlagh repeated, sternly. However, quite contrarily her expression softened almost immediately and a wry grin formed on her lips. "You're a genius," she snickered, looking past him towards their father. "You don't suppose father will be mad, do you?" she asked, slightly concernedly. "I'm hoping he'll let me attend all of the events this year and... actually, no, I've thought it over - it's worth it. How do we get it into position?"
 
Lochlann Bourdillon
Morecambe Palace Courtyard
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As Lochlann dismounted and the servants led his horse away from him, his eyes peered straight towards the overbearing structure of the palace. It was a grand building, largely unmarred by the kingdom's dramatic history of conflict and war. Breathing in deeply, he savoured the air and the atmosphere: hard work was about to commence, and he revelled in every moment of it. Spotting the Crown Prince heading down towards him and his entourage, Lochlann smiled charmingly.

"Ah, your Highness! It is good to see you," he greeted, warmly. "I must admit, after my rather anti-climatic arrival to the Capital it is a pleasure to be graced with a welcoming party such as yourself."

As far as Lochlann could tell, the Prince was a good man. He strived to do well in his position and his accomplishments as of so far in life were rather impressive. However, he was gullible, easily-manipulated. That would be useful. Not that Lochlann had immediate ill intentions but the plans he had for the festivities would certainly rely on an element of naivety from the Esrysson's... not that that would be a problem.​

 
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    Anre glanced over to see Lochlann Bourdillon approaching on horseback before dismounting and gazing around. He couldn't imagine what the lord was thinking, but he didn't find it difficult to imagine that he was in awe of the place. After all, it was a beautiful palace to look upon. Anre himself was proud to call this palace his home. It possessed the air of elegance and power that was required for a king of a striving nation, or a future king. Once he had reached the lord, he was surprised to see that Lochlann had so openly greeted him first. Anre offered him a warm smile.

    "Ah, your Highness! It is good to see you," Lochlann had said. "I must admit, after my rather anti-climatic arrival to the Capital it is a pleasure to be graced with a welcoming party such as yourself."

    "No, the pleasure is all mine," Anre insisted, as he pointed with his arm back in the direction of the palace. "I will insist to my father that you have a seat on the table among my family and the higher lords at this meal. Your father helped lay the foundations for this kingdom, and without him, we wouldn't be here today. It's only right that you are here today to celebrate our forefathers' success."

    Anre had the feeling that Lochlann would make a valuable friend in the future. They were about the same age, with Lochlann being just a couple years older than him, and he already seemed to be a handsome and charming individual, and someone it would be incredibly easy to get along with. Perhaps Anre would even be able to forget his own past distaste for Lochlann's father, Ayer. He was certain that, with time, they could develop a bond of friendship. It helped that Lochlann seemed genuinely pleased to be here. Anre took a mental note to start a longer conversation with Lochlann during the meal.

    "If you head through these gates, our servant Lucia will escort you to the Great Hall, where my father will greet you himself," Anre said with a smile, shaking Lochlann's hand. "She'll also show you to your chamber room if you request."

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"No, the pleasure is all mine," Anre insisted, as he pointed with his arm back in the direction of the palace. "I will insist to my father that you have a seat on the table among my family and the higher lords at this meal. Your father helped lay the foundations for this kingdom, and without him, we wouldn't be here today. It's only right that you are here today to celebrate our forefathers' success."

The higher lords... wonder what the makes me, Lochlann mused to himself, though not breaking his charming persona. He bowed his head, hand holding over his sternum as he spoke, "Thank you very much, your Highness. It is a welcomed gesture."

"If you head through these gates, our servant Lucia will escort you to the Great Hall, where my father will greet you himself," Anre said with a smile, shaking Lochlann's hand. "She'll also show you to your chamber room if you request."

"Sounds to me like she's earning her gold here. I shan't keep her or your father waiting, then. 'Til later, your Highness," Lochlann bade farewell, bowing slightly once more and moving off into the palace itself. True to Anre's word, the serving girl, Lucia, was waiting patiently, a doting expression on her face. She was a pretty girl, petite in frame with freckles dashed lightly across her nose and cheeks. "Lucia, I assume?" Lochlann spoke, to which she nodded her head.

"Yes, sir... I mean, m'lord." She shook in head in frustration at her blunder, only to soon after feel the warmth of a hand resting on her upper arm.

"Now, now," Lochlann spoke softly in an attempt to comfort her. "No harm done. I've been told you can show me to the King. I hear it's somewhat rude to not greet your host before delighting in his offerings but then again I find myself constantly making errors of etiquette."

"No, no, I'm sure you're perfectly fine! I mean, you seem fine... more than fine!" Lucia protested, trying to repay the favour of comfort. It was a gesture that gained a wolfish grin from Lochlann. "Sorry, if that's speaking out of turn, m'lord. It's just that I'm new here and..." Lochlann held his tongue as she rambled, merely enjoying the spectacle of her blushing. "I mean, I'll show you to the King, if you would follow me, m'lord," she offered, cutting herself off before she could ramble any further.

"I am in blissfully in your very gentle and capable hands, my dear," he hummed. Meandering through the corridors, it didn't take the pair long to arrive at the Grand Hall, large, swung-open doors marked the entrance and inside a flurry of servants dashing to and fro could be seen. At the far side of the hall, sitting rather regally, was King Leander. Lucia braced herself, breathing deeply as if trying to rehearse the lines to a play in her head before pressing forward into the depths of the hall.

"Your highness, Lochlann Bourdillon, Lord of the city of Faroe, head of house Bourdillon," she introduced in a grandiose tone.

At least some know who I am, Lochlann thought smugly and vainly.​
 
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Prince Dominic Esrysson, 20
Interactions: Orlagh @VengefulPeanut; King Leander @Tarieles
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Dominic grinned as Orlagh announced that she was on board with his plan. He opened the doors, slowly making his way into the room with his sister's hand linked in his, hoping that his father wouldn't see or hear his entrance. There were a lot of servants busying themselves in the hall, so his presence wouldn't go noticed without announcing himself to draw his father's attention. By the time they had made it over to the table where his family would be sitting with a handful of lords, he could have sworn he saw his father staring at him, but he noticed a servant girl's voice announcing the arrival of Lochlann Bourdillon.

He turned to look, but shrugged his shoulders at the sight of the man. He seemed to be quite ordinary to him, so Dominic focused on the task at hand. As he reached the chair that Isolde would be sitting on, Dominic placed the inflated cushion on the seat, before slowly walking over to his father.

"Come on, Orlagh," he said, as he approached his father's throne.

If Orlagh wanted to speak to him, it was best that she did it before the king went to greet any more guests.
 
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As the new guest arrived, Orlagh had turned with Dominic to lay eyes on the first of the visitors. Unlike Dominic, she held her stare and ground, eyebrows raised. It was odd, normally Lords arrived with some sort of grand entourage, each of them like peacocks strutting towards the King with their heads held high and egos even higher. Then why did this man seem so humble yet so self-assured... or self-centred, which one it was was yet to be seen. Emerald and sapphire eyes burned down at the man as Orlagh visually frisked every detail about the man from him, his hair, his posture, his clothing. However, as she held her position, she completely forgot about how her father preferred to keep her away from potential political opponents and it seemed the man had noticed her intrusive yet innocent glare. Yet, unlike most who recoiled slightly, he simply grinned - handsomely - like some sort of prince from a story. Unable to hold back her blushing, Orlagh broke contact almost immediately, following in behind Dominic.

"Come on, Orlagh," Dominic said, as he approached his father's throne, Orlagh close behind him. She approached Leander, gently resting the palm of her hand onto his shoulder as she leaned in to talk quietly in his ear.

"Father, I was wondering if I could... well, if I could speak with you later about my... attendance to this years events," she said, timidly, doe eyes peering up at him.​
 
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RODRIC ESRYSSON
The night before the festival, Rodric had been set upon by a swarm of anxieties. He wasn't a naturally jittery individual and this only happened before notable events with a large and important guest list. As the youngest prince, Rodric had much to live up to and few chances to set himself apart from his siblings. And this was quite difficult, when all he wanted to do was mingle in the crowds below the castle, taking part in the festivities and maybe finding an adventure or two. But of course, he couldn't do this. There were many lords and ladies to speak to and entertain with idle chit chat about things he didn't really comprehend.

"I wish the duke of something or other and the lady of every which way, would ask me about you guys." He sighed, running a hand lightly across the back of one of his favorite hunting birds, Scarlet. Said bird cocked her head to the side to allow Rodric to scratch the spot between her neck and shoulder. "Whenever I mention any of you, they just give me that look." He demonstrated with a raised eyebrow and a mouth pursed in an 'oh!'. "As if I had said I licked cobblestones or something." He grumbled, then sighed as he heard footsteps approaching. Was it stupid to believe that if he stayed in the Aviary long enough, his father would simply forgive his lack of attendance?

Just as Rodric placed Scarlet's hood back on her head, a page cautiously peeked into the room. Ever since one of his newest hawks, Thunder, had mistaken a servant's frizzy hair as an animal and pecked her, none of them wanted to retrieve the young prince and so the duty was left to whatever unfortunate page was nearby.

"Your highness, you've been summoned to the throne room. His highness, the king, wishes for you to be present before the lords arrive." The page reported, his eyes trained on the aforementioned hawk as if it might rip off its own hood and finish what it had started months ago. Rodric stifled an amused laugh and nodded. "Alright, I'm coming."

Rodric followed the page to the throne room where the boy announced his arrival. Rodric winced a little when he saw that everyone but his mother was already present and a lord had already arrived.

At least he wasn't dead last, but it wouldn't hurt to have been a bit more punctual. Smiling sheepishly, Rodric went to sit but his older siblings, Orlagh and Dominic.

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Morecambe Palace Courtyard
Keadan's brow furrowed deeply in concentration as he wrote, furiously scrawling across the page at a pace most would consider too swift to be legible - but his words remained perfectly clear. The amount of time he had spent writing had earned him a rather considerable amount of skill at the method of it. More than once a satisfied smirk crossed his face before vanishing into concentration. Thus lost to the world forming on the parchment, he was surprised when Markes laid a light hand on his shoulder, his usual way of alerting Keadan to something that required his attention when his senses failed him. Looking up, he followed his servant's subtle gesture in the direction of the Crown Prince. The other Lord and most of his entourage had dispersed.

Nodding, Keadan flipped to the next page and quickly scrawled something across it. He tucked his pen away, then tore out the page, folded it, and hesitantly approached the Crown Prince. He was not one for introductions, especially to important persons. With his small staff back at the castle, there was an established rhythm of communication. But elsewhere in the world, such things were typically far less straightforward. Markes followed just a few steps behind him, prepared to perform his primary duty of translation if necessary.

Keadan bowed deeply before the Crown Prince, and respectfully stood with his hands clasped behind his back. He felt like there ought to be some kind of pre-determined etiquette for this sort of thing, but if anything of the kind had ever existed, he was foreign to the particulars. So, he stood awaited the Princess to address him at his leisure.
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"I'm tellin' yeh, m'lord! The whore got a barrel between her legs, she does! I though I was thrustin' 'a air for a while..."

A round of racous laughter went up around the table as the old soldier finish his turn of telling overly exaggerated escapades. Unintelligble slurs were thrown wantonly as the drunken men drained their mugs and loudly screamed for more.

"What 'bout yah, general?" Another men asked in between sip of beers and blindly groping at serving wenches. The young ladies weaved through the grasping limbs with effortless ease born of repeition, leaving but a hint of touch that made the men craved for more. "I bet even the King's Mountain couldn't conquer that."

Edric Sunder said nothing, instead settled for a huff and a smirk. Even from his cross-legged position on the floor, the giant still towered over the other men at the table by a couple inches. The general silently reached for a piece of bread of the table. He held it up for the men to see before plunging his thumb into it, tearing the pastry in two. Another round of laugher rose as the knight casually tossed the pieces into his mouth.

As far as Edric Sunder was aware, he's the only general in the world who take the time to go drinking with his men like this, all others were too concerned with fitting the rod up their asses to be bothered. It was a shame, really. What kind of general enforces loyalty with tyrany and illusions of granduer? Even the seemingly mythical general was, at the end of the day, a mortal, and he did not bother to hide this from his men. As a mortal, why shouldn't he spend his time with the brothers-in-arms who had stood with him through countless battles? What else was he going to do? Go back to his quarter in the castle and...what? Stare at the brickworks?

King Rodric used to say Edric was like a broadsword in many ways. A broadsword will cut the greatest king just as hard as it cut the lowest thug. Similarly, the giant does not care much for house names and titles.

"Lord Edric, sir."


The knight turned toward the door, a broad smile on his face. He recognized that high, breathy, blatantly-trying-to-seduce-you voice anywhere. His squire Kevan was getting on his case once again.

"My lord, you should head to the castle, sir." The young boy, and he was a boy indeed, was the most flamboyant man the knight had seen in his life. His face was a soft mass of baby fat partically hidden underneath a mane of curly platinum gold. The boy was built like a willow, all thin and wispy. When he first met him, Edric had thought he was yet another royal brat, spoilt and cuddled into uselessness. He couldn't be more wrong. Despite being born a princess, his squire was a natural knight, a savant equestrian if he had ever seen one.

"Kevan! Glad to see you around." The giant greet warmly as he struggled to stand up without going through the low roof. "Did you have fun?"

"Yes, sir." The boy answered dutifully. "My stay with my family was very pleasant. Sir, you need to-"

"Good gods, boy! That's not how a man at arm celebrate." Edric laughed and grabed his squire's hand, pressing a couple gold coins into it.

"Go, give that lance of your a few swing. I'm off to the palace now."

With that, the knight slowly made his way out of the pub, leaving a very confused squire behind. He paid that no heed, his mind already turned to his brother, the King.

"I should drag him out wenching or something." The giant muttered under his breath. "He looks like he need distractions."
 
Prince Dominic Esrysson, 20
Interactions: Orlagh @VengefulPeanut, Rodric @Mundane Monster
Mentions: King Leander, Queen Isolde, Prince Anre, Lochlann Bourdillon, Edric Sunder

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Dominic looked behind him to see his younger half-brother, Rodric, approaching them with a smile. He didn't pay him any notice initially, focusing more on whether or not his father would allow Orlagh to attend the festivities, but as Rodric got closer to them, he turned back to face him. Smiling, he took a step towards his brother and then glanced over to the lord who had entered.

"You're not too late," Dominic reassured Rodric, as he placed his hands in his pockets. "Some of the lords are still yet to arrive, and I'm pretty sure Anre is still stood outside playing the honourable doorman. Us three are pretty much the only ones here now, unless you include our father and that lord over there. His name's Lochlann Bourdillon, he's not that important though."

Dominic turned back to look at the inflated his cushion that he had placed on Isolde's seat and then grinned. He wasn't sure whether Rodric would find the prank against his own mother amusing or be genuinely offended by it. Although Dominic didn't hold anything against his stepmother personally, he wasn't incredibly fond of the woman either. He had never known his mother, as she had died when he and his sister were still babes at the breast, but he had followed in his older brother Anre's footsteps of refusing to accept Isolde as a replacement. He had spent a few years of his early childhood resenting the new baby that was Rodric, but as he grew older, he began to like him. Dominic thought Rodric was fairly mature, a quiet boy, who kept himself to himself. He had more in common with him than Anre, as much as he hated to admit it.

"I can't wait for Edric to get here," Dominic said, nudging his brother. "I bet he has some more cool stories to tell."
 
King Leander Esrysson
Morecambe Great Hall
Interacted: Dominic @derelict_lilyflower Orlagh and Lochlann@VengefulPeanut Rodric @Mundane Monster
Mentioned: Edric @munchkinomatic

Leander watched as more and more guests filed into the great hall, which was now elegantly decorated. Servants scurried away from the scene, and only the most well dressed maids and butlers stayed behind to see to the needs of the guests. Leander was very excited to see his good friends, but was especially excited to see his brother once again. While the man was obviously not related to the king, Edric was very important to Leander. He loved the man like his own kin, and indeed they were essentially related. They grew up together, broke bread together, drank wine together, and dealt with their father's death together. He had been chastised by nobles once before about his relation to him, as it could look like favoritism, especially against other generals. However, he was not going to worry. He was sure that everyone knew and understood what was between the two, and that they were bonded by blood of battle, if not the water of the womb. Perhaps if Leander was ever free from public scrutiny for a few hours, they could go for a drink to reminisce of times gone by.

He looked to his children as they approached, and intended to play a prank on his wife. He pretended to not notice. He would let them have their fun, and perhaps would get a chuckle out of it as well. He would make it up to her later with some fine chocolates from the far south and some wine from the finest vineyard. He looked to his daughter, as both of the twins approached him. He smiled to her, putting a hand around her shoulders and giving her a small reassuring squeeze.

"Of course my sweet." He told her, keeping a reassuring smile on his face. "Tonight, once most of the guests have retired to either rooms or are on their way home, then we can speak. For now, enjoy yourself. If you feel you must retire early, please do what makes you comfortable." He told her in a hushed tone, taking his hand from her shoulders, standing to greet Sir Bourdillon.

"Ah, hello my friend!" He said to the man, a wide smile on his face. "It is good to see you! I hope you are well!" He gestured to the expanse of the ballroom. "I do hope you are finding your way around well enough. Drink, eat to your fill! You are always welcome among us, and I will hope to see you at my own personal table this evening." He told him, seeing his youngest slip inside the hall. That meant Anre, of all people, was latest. Perhaps he would need to have a talk with the boy about his punctuality to important events.

After greeting more and more guests, he sat back down on the throne, looking to his side, where his queen would be sitting. Would be. She, too, was late tonight. Of course, she would likely have good reason, and come out more stunning than the fairest of maidens. She always dressed beautifully, and he loved watching her grace.

Though never like Aura.

His face fell momentarily as the thought crossed his mind. It was unfortunate Aurelia hadn't been alive to see him ascend. He would give anything to see her smile again, to dance with her once more, to see her children grown up. He brushed those thoughts away, looking to his youngest, Rodric. If events had been different, he wouldn't have him, and that would make him more upset than losing any amount of wives. A smile returned to the king's face, finally gesturing over a maid girl.

"If you could bring me water, I am parched." He requested, sending her off, and keeping an eye out for other important guests.


Shadia Hasnoui
Morecambe Great Hall
Interacted: King Leander
Mentioned: None

This was not the first feast tat Shadia had helped set up. She was considered to be one of the more attractive maids, and was often sent as a wait maid for the nobles. She had been degraded enough to know what was coming during these parties. There would be lots of drunken touching from men who were old enough to be her father, awkward flirting from servants of other houses, and indignation from the younger nobles who were looking for a wife and who were so taken aback by her beauty that they had to be rude or they would fall in love with her on the spot. Or at least that's what she told herself to get her through the celebrations that were everything but fun for the wait staff. She was a woman of noble heritage, she didn't deserve this. Of course, the other option would likely be death, and she rather liked her air inside of her chest. So she lived her days knowing that she was stuck like this and had no chance of escaping. At least not until she could somehow raise enough money to not be a servant anymore.

Shadia approached the king as he gestured her over. She had been serving wine to guests, and had just ran out of cups when he asked for her. She bowed as she approached, not wanting to be beheaded quite yet, even if she knew the king himself would not order such a thing. There were prying nobles everywhere, and nowhere was safe for a servant girl like herself.

"If you could bring me water, I am parched." A simple request, one that could be fulfilled easily. She stood, but stayed hunched and avoided eye contact with the man.

"Of course, your majesty." She told him, bowing once again and stepping back before turning to go into the kitchen, where large amounts of water was being held specifically for this night. It saved the servants some back breaking work of pumping water all night. She ladled some into a silver chalice, and loading the tray with more wine to serve to nobles. She brought the cup to the king, bowing once more.

"Your water, your majesty." She said, backing away once he had taken it and gestured for her to leave. She looked around the hall, allowing those who wanted wine to take what they wanted, until she once again was almost empty. She had once cup of wine left, and intended to get more while most people seemed to be content with their drinks.
 
Orlagh Esrysson
Great Hall
@derelict_lilyflower @Tarieles @Mundane Monster


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"Of course my sweet. Tonight, once most of the guests have retired to either rooms or are on their way home, then we can speak. For now, enjoy yourself. If you feel you must retire early, please do what makes you comfortable."

Orlagh gave her father a warm smile, his answer seeming promising. She had never blamed him for her limited participation in past festivities. After all, deep down she understood the why's and when's. However, the swelling wanderlust of youth had been gnawing at her for the past few years; her desire to see the world, meet its people and sample its experiences was a constant frustration and burden. She wanted something, anything, exciting to happen in her life and she wanted it now, despite her best wishes for her family.

She gently placed a kiss on her father's cheek, uttering a grateful, softly-spoken 'thank you' before she withdrew to Dominic and Rodric's position.

"Did you manage to get it into place?" she asked Dominic, not revealing the identity of 'it' to Rodric. She smiled sweetly at Rodric as a greeting, so as not to leave him feeling left out.
 
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