Vataihin, a world of magic and wonder, a place kingdoms can grow for centuries and fall in an instant. A place where all races live and thrive in their own lands or among others. Here, a man can be a sorcerer or a warrior, a peasant or a king. Here, dragons fly high in the air and pixies play tricks on mischievous children. However, in the past years this world has seen more than one kingdom fall to the prey of a growing and powerful force of darkness. However, darkness isn't nearly as cruel as one would think it to be... In the capital of Onhonwar, a city that has certainly seen better days, a large castle looms over the small simple houses of it's people. It's stone walls seemed to almost be carved out of the earth as it rises up from heavy stone that has been in the earth since the beginning of time. The city spreads out rather far, surrounding the castle almost completely, a large main rode having been constructed right in front of the castle to allow for travelers an easy path to follow if they are there to see the ruler. Past the houses a large stone wall stood high, parts of it still being built. It was meant to keep the people safe, just like many of the other projects that had kept the people bustling about and working. Onhonwar itself was a very young kingdom in the south and was also very unstable, due to its rather violent birth. It was a mix match of all kinds of races, a majority of them demons or creatures of the night. Those who were human either came from the kingdoms that had fallen or were criminals from those that still stood. However, even with such an unstable group it stood strong and proud, daring any other kingdom to question its place on the continent. The people were proud of their country, no matter how shaky it really was, there was a sense of hope in the south that had been lacking with the other kingdoms in charge. Many would agree that it was not the fact that they were free from their old kings that brought them happiness, but that they were ruled but a powerful queen... --------------------------------- "Your Highness, you are being summoned to the war room by Lord Vindicus. It seems that he has something urgent to speak about with you." A tall soldier said as he bowed to the woman sitting in front of them. The pair was currently in a lovely drawing room of sorts, the place covered in lush carpets and couches filled with silky pillows. Said woman was sitting on a couch, her back straight and proper as she stared down at a map of the continent. Small pegs stood in strategic places along her borders as well as within the country while a pile of them sat in a small container. Papers were set next to the woman on the couch, an ink bottle and quill perched precariously on top of them. The lady made no move to get up as she placed another peg down, somewhere in the deep south of her empire. "If Lord Vindicus wishes to speak with me, he knows where to find me." She said plainly as she looked to the papers, not even sparing the soldier a glance. "Tell him I am working and if what he has to say is truly urgent then he can come to me about it." "But Your Highness, Lord Vin-" "I have said all I need to say. Now go on and relay my message before you overstay your welcome." She said coolly, interrupting the man. The soldiers shuffled on his feet for a moment before turning and heading out the door, grumbling under his breath defeatedly. The woman paid him no mind and went back to her work, knowing very well that what she was doing was important and that her adviser would just brush off her snide comments and come to speak with her privately.