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Post by Felvor on May 17, 2019 12:49:45 GMT
After having had a chance to rest, and restock her arsenal, Daan returns to the Palace to survey the damage and what tasks remain. She again saluted and gave a small bow at the spot the Knight- Priests volunteered their lives for those of the Queen, the High Priest, and the other survivors of the Massacre. Upon entering the Throne Room, she viewed the three occupants; approached the Queen; genuflected; and commented that it was nice to see her back on the Throne. "Your majesty, I wish that our troubles were over, but I fear they are just beginning. Although I am not practiced in the game of Politics, I will be happy to assist you in whatever capacity you wish." She bowed again; turned to Dion; stating, "You seemed amazed by my toys yesterday. If they interest you, I will be happy to discuss some of the fascinating items, and knowledge, I have accumulated in my travels." Lastly she turned to Lord Bruce. "Good day, Sir Bruce. it has been many a moon since I have seen your face. I had not heard you had ventured back to the Capital, where have you been hiding?" she asked with a small smile. Bruce nodded rspectfully at Daan. "It is a pleasure to see you here, my Lady. Especally after the unfortunate events of late. I am truly happy to see you unharmed. As for where I have been secreting myself, I have been at the service of the Army far to the West of Atlantis for some years."
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Post by Felvor on May 17, 2019 12:51:39 GMT
Julia walked into the room, almost tripping over a scullery maid that scrubbed blood from the floor. "Sorry, have I come at a bad time. Oh, forgive me, I forgot to curtsy." Julia made a very obvious half-arsed attempt at a curtsy. "Sorry, not used to all these royal ceremonies where I'm from. We live in a republic. You know... power to the people and all that? No I guess you don't, otherwise they wouldn't of tried to kill you." She gazed around the room, its emptiness suited her well. "Such a shame all those lords and ladies snuffed it, isn't it? I heard the most hilarious story. That a bunch of priests came in on horseback and all killed themselves by riding into the wall at top speed." She laughed hysterically. "Daddy found it a hoot, of course. He can't stand your false religion. Oh.. where are my manners, I didn't introduce myself. I'm Julia, daughter of the President of the Tropican Islands?" She climbed the steps up to the throne and leant in, "I was awefully bored at home. I mean, it's great having Daddy as the President of course. I can do whatever I want. But the people.... ugh. I mean seriously, can't they have a bath every now and again? So, I pestered Daddy until he sent me here. He's hoping I might learn a thing or two about being a proper posh lady while I'm here. Silly old Daddy. Well, tara for now. I'm going shopping. I hear everything is half price now that noone can afford anything." She skipped out of the room, stopping half way to take a look at Jonah. She winked at him and turned to Jannelle. "He's a handsome one isn't he. I wouldn't mind him visiting my chambers in the middle of the night." With that she left. While Bruce found Julia a truly horrible woman, he wasn't about to condemn her disgraceful behaviour. 'Everyone has a use' he thought, as he tried to consider what role Julia could play in his schemes.
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Post by adreamersworld on May 17, 2019 13:11:30 GMT
Marcella hid the rage that was boiling inside her. What a disgusting woman, she thought. She stood up and turned to Janelle ( janellerose ). "I think it is time we took that walk through the flower garden." She beckoned her to follow and walked out of the room through a back door, down long corridor and out into a beautiful grove of flowers and trees. She told her guards to stay. She wanted to talk to Janelle alone. After walking some distance, she sat down on the grass. "Tell me, Janelle, are you.... romantically engaged at the moment?" Janelle glared at the woman that had just said what she did. Jonah took and even farther step back behind Janelle trying to hide his... reactions. nodding her head quickly she followed her Queen quietly and nodded to Jonah for him to stay. 'The flowers and trees are beautiful' she notes quietly to her self as she sits and faces her Queen. "Tell me, Janelle, are you.... romantically engaged at the moment?" Queen Marcella's words echoed in her skull. Blushing she shook her head no. "Not at the moment You Majesty, I seem to be too bold of a Lady and my... reputation from my younger days,made that way on purpose, does not make me a desirable match, even being the Lady Rose." She flushed again this time with tightly controlled anger. "Some of the... comments of Suitors still leave a bitter taste, I am too wild, not demure enough. I will never make a proper wife. Her reputation is a stain, maybe she should be taught proper manners. Those are but a few, as some outright called me a Whore." She shook her head and smiled. "Besides, The Lord and Lady rose have always served the crown, and I have set my self up for an advantageous position." she smirked. "If you are more curious as to if I have a romantic interest in someone... well... yes, but I doubt he would ever see me in that way." She blushed brightly. Curiously she inquired to her Queen. "And you your Majesty?? Any suitor for you that you would like to have as your consort?" "As my consort?" Marcella chuckled. "Heavens no. The Minister is probably drawing up a list of suitors to sell me to the one that brings the best for the realm. But there is no man I would choose as a husband." She reflected on the prospect of marrying a rich old lord with disgust, but she didn't know if she could avoid it. "But, before I became Queen...I had a few lovers. Not that I can safely see them now. And, well.... there is a man at court I have been.... involving myself with. If I had my way, I would never marry at all.... but there is only one way I can see to avoid it." Marcella thought carefully before involving the Lady Rose in her plans but decided she could trust her. "Did you know that there used to be a hareem in this very palace. It was closed hundreds of years ago. Theres at least 100 brothels in this city, maybe many more. The women ad young men that work in these establishments are treated like slaves. Until they no longer draw in enough Drachmas and they are cast out onto the street with no home, no prospects, nothing. I am going to reopen the hareem and bring as many of these people as possible under my protection. They can carry out their profession here safely and they will recieve a pension when they decide to stop working to allow them to live their life in dignity. In turn, they will report to me on anything they learn while servicing the courtiers and will work in the interests of the crown. They will be the centre of power in the Palace. And as for my idea to avoid marriage....well.... what if I was marry the most powerful threat to my throne? Let him put a baby in me and then.... kill him?"
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Post by janellerose on May 20, 2019 3:51:53 GMT
"As my consort?" Marcella chuckled. "Heavens no. The Minister is probably drawing up a list of suitors to sell me to the one that brings the best for the realm. But there is no man I would choose as a husband."
She reflected on the prospect of marrying a rich old lord with disgust, but she didn't know if she could avoid it.
"But, before I became Queen...I had a few lovers. Not that I can safely see them now. And, well.... there is a man at court I have been.... involving myself with. If I had my way, I would never marry at all.... but there is only one way I can see to avoid it."
Marcella thought carefully before involving the Lady Rose in her plans but decided she could trust her.
"Did you know that there used to be a hareem in this very palace. It was closed hundreds of years ago. Theres at least 100 brothels in this city, maybe many more. The women ad young men that work in these establishments are treated like slaves. Until they no longer draw in enough Drachmas and they are cast out onto the street with no home, no prospects, nothing. I am going to reopen the hareem and bring as many of these people as possible under my protection. They can carry out their profession here safely and they will recieve a pension when they decide to stop working to allow them to live their life in dignity. In turn, they will report to me on anything they learn while servicing the courtiers and will work in the interests of the crown. They will be the centre of power in the Palace. And as for my idea to avoid marriage....well.... what if I was marry the most powerful threat to my throne? Let him put a baby in me and then.... kill him?" Janelle considered the Idea briefly before letting her eyes alight with mischievousness. "Oh Your Majesty... I do believe that will be most.... Appropriate. What ever you need me to do I am most willing to do so." she nods happily. "Multiple birds and only a few stones needed. This is a good plan, and I and all of mine will support you."
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Post by Bettisia on May 21, 2019 1:54:06 GMT
"Goodness, but I am NOT up to being stuck under a roof today. Saura, please have the grooms prepare our horses, and pack some victuals for us. I will gather everything we require to restock our herb and medicine supply."
With an infectious grin, Saura ran to do her mentor's bidding. After all she was right, a day outside the walls is MUCH better than one inside the palace.
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Post by Krogon on May 24, 2019 12:45:57 GMT
FORMAL LETTER TO QUEEN MARCELLA FROM ONE JACKSON LESTANO
Good morning, my Queen.,
I respect your rise to power, however, I must criticize for your lack of representation of the common people. Your love of nobles disgusts me. As much as I hate you, I signed a contract. It is with great regret I must inform you that there is a traitor in your midst. I know who, and all I will tell you is that they are one of your most trusted advisors.
They have a plot to kill you, and they will unless you act quickly. If you want to live another day as Queen, I will help you, but only on one condition.
Put me in charge of the common people. I will let you retain control of the kingdom, and make all the decisions, but I want to let the commoners have a good life instead of what they have now.
I expect a reply shortly, my Queen.
Sincerely written,
Jackson Lestano
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Post by Felvor on May 24, 2019 18:20:42 GMT
Janelle considered the Idea briefly before letting her eyes alight with mischievousness. "Oh Your Majesty... I do believe that will be most.... Appropriate. What ever you need me to do I am most willing to do so." she nods happily. "Multiple birds and only a few stones needed. This is a good plan, and I and all of mine will support you." While Bruce's spy watched Marcella and Janelle, he couldn't make out their words. All he knew was that they were plotting something. Elsewhere, Bruce knocked on the door of Daan, but noone answered. He was dismayed that he had missed her as he had something of great import to discuss with her. He walked away and decided to pay Dion a visit.
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Post by lemmingtopias on May 24, 2019 18:34:39 GMT
"Goodness, but I am NOT up to being stuck under a roof today. Saura, please have the grooms prepare our horses, and pack some victuals for us. I will gather everything we require to restock our herb and medicine supply." With an infectious grin, Saura ran to do her mentor's bidding. After all she was right, a day outside the walls is MUCH better than one inside the palace. As Daan was leaving the city a young messenger boy ran up to her. "My lady.....my lady.......the High Priest sends a message. He says he invites you to take tea with him at the Great Temple at your convenience." At the temple, Dion rested his wounds from the street brawl. He pondered whom the attackers could be as he looked at the engraving on the jewel he found. A serpent.... the agathos daimon.....what organisation would use such a sign? Not the bank.... could it be the minister? Bruce? Daan? Janelle? Did someone know his plans to usurp the Atlantian religion?
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Post by adreamersworld on May 24, 2019 18:37:56 GMT
FORMAL LETTER TO QUEEN MARCELLA FROM ONE JACKSON LESTANO Good morning, my Queen., I respect your rise to power, however, I must criticize for your lack of representation of the common people. Your love of nobles disgusts me. As much as I hate you, I signed a contract. It is with great regret I must inform you that there is a traitor in your midst. I know who, and all I will tell you is that they are one of your most trusted advisors. They have a plot to kill you, and they will unless you act quickly. If you want to live another day as Queen, I will help you, but only on one condition. Put me in charge of the common people. I will let you retain control of the kingdom, and make all the decisions, but I want to let the commoners have a good life instead of what they have now. I expect a reply shortly, my Queen. Sincerely written, Jackson Lestano Marcella read the letter, rolled her eyes then tossed it into the fire. It seemed everyone at court knew who a traitor was and was starting to realise they were just currying favour. "Guards.... summon the minister"
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Post by Felvor on May 24, 2019 18:51:40 GMT
"Goodness, but I am NOT up to being stuck under a roof today. Saura, please have the grooms prepare our horses, and pack some victuals for us. I will gather everything we require to restock our herb and medicine supply." With an infectious grin, Saura ran to do her mentor's bidding. After all she was right, a day outside the walls is MUCH better than one inside the palace. As Daan was leaving the city a young messenger boy ran up to her. "My lady.....my lady.......the High Priest sends a message. He says he invites you to take tea with him at the Great Temple at your convenience." At the temple, Dion rested his wounds from the street brawl. He pondered whom the attackers could be as he looked at the engraving on the jewel he found. A serpent.... the agathos daimon.....what organisation would use such a sign? Not the bank.... could it be the minister? Bruce? Daan? Janelle? Did someone know his plans to usurp the Atlantian religion? Bruce entered the temple, bowed before the statue of Poseidon and then approached Dion. "Your Holiness. I hope I don't disturb you. I wanted to meet you properly." Bruce took off his glove revealing a ring with the agathos daimon engraved upon it, just as the one Dion held in his hand did. Once he saw that Dion had spotted it he replaced his glove. "Such a shame the unpleasentness earlier, but I can't have you interrupting things. Your altered state will be a problem if left unchecked. Perhaps you should remain here at the temple as much as you can. Your disciples can run around the city spreading your little heresies on your behalf. Oh yes. I know. You want to overthrow Poseidon and the other gods and place one God in his place. It matters not to me. In fact, I will do all I can to keep your secret. In return, dont allow your altered state to rampage again. If you leave the temple, have your men accompany you. Whatever it takes to guaruntee those voices in your head dont take hold of you again." Bruce smiled and placed his hand on Dions shoulder to show his friendly will. He respected Dion somehow and sympathised with his affliction. He truly hoped he could be friends with him.
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Post by lemmingtopias on May 24, 2019 19:20:07 GMT
As Daan was leaving the city a young messenger boy ran up to her. "My lady.....my lady.......the High Priest sends a message. He says he invites you to take tea with him at the Great Temple at your convenience." At the temple, Dion rested his wounds from the street brawl. He pondered whom the attackers could be as he looked at the engraving on the jewel he found. A serpent.... the agathos daimon.....what organisation would use such a sign? Not the bank.... could it be the minister? Bruce? Daan? Janelle? Did someone know his plans to usurp the Atlantian religion? Bruce entered the temple, bowed before the statue of Poseidon and then approached Dion. "Your Holiness. I hope I don't disturb you. I wanted to meet you properly." Bruce took off his glove revealing a ring with the agathos daimon engraved upon it, just as the one Dion held in his hand did. Once he saw that Dion had spotted it he replaced his glove. "Such a shame the unpleasentness earlier, but I can't have you interrupting things. Your altered state will be a problem if left unchecked. Perhaps you should remain here at the temple as much as you can. Your disciples can run around the city spreading your little heresies on your behalf. Oh yes. I know. You want to overthrow Poseidon and the other gods and place one God in his place. It matters not to me. In fact, I will do all I can to keep your secret. In return, dont allow your altered state to rampage again. If you leave the temple, have your men accompany you. Whatever it takes to guaruntee those voices in your head dont take hold of you again." Bruce smiled and placed his hand on Dions shoulder to show his friendly will. He respected Dion somehow and sympathised with his affliction. He truly hoped he could be friends with him. Dion recognised Bruce's kind intent and nodded in agreement. He knew too well his affliction could be a problem. He would be more careful from now on. But although he liked Bruce, he wasnt about to fail to respond to to his attack earlier. Already some of those who had beaten him had been rounded up as well as associates of theirs and were sitting at that very moment in the black cells outside of the temple complex. Now he finally knew who commanded them. "You will join me for tea. I am hoping to be visited by the Lady Daan to discuss some.... theological matters." He nodded at a temple slave who quickly set about preparing the tea, handing a tray to Dion. Dion handed Bruce a cup.
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Post by Felvor on May 24, 2019 19:51:15 GMT
Bruce entered the temple, bowed before the statue of Poseidon and then approached Dion. "Your Holiness. I hope I don't disturb you. I wanted to meet you properly." Bruce took off his glove revealing a ring with the agathos daimon engraved upon it, just as the one Dion held in his hand did. Once he saw that Dion had spotted it he replaced his glove. "Such a shame the unpleasentness earlier, but I can't have you interrupting things. Your altered state will be a problem if left unchecked. Perhaps you should remain here at the temple as much as you can. Your disciples can run around the city spreading your little heresies on your behalf. Oh yes. I know. You want to overthrow Poseidon and the other gods and place one God in his place. It matters not to me. In fact, I will do all I can to keep your secret. In return, dont allow your altered state to rampage again. If you leave the temple, have your men accompany you. Whatever it takes to guaruntee those voices in your head dont take hold of you again." Bruce smiled and placed his hand on Dions shoulder to show his friendly will. He respected Dion somehow and sympathised with his affliction. He truly hoped he could be friends with him. Dion recognised Bruce's kind intent and nodded in agreement. He knew too well his affliction could be a problem. He would be more careful from now on. But although he liked Bruce, he wasnt about to fail to respond to to his attack earlier. Already some of those who had beaten him had been rounded up as well as associates of theirs and were sitting at that very moment in the black cells outside of the temple complex. Now he finally knew who commanded them. "You will join me for tea. I am hoping to be visited by the Lady Daan to discuss some.... theological matters." He nodded at a temple slave who quickly set about preparing the tea, handing a tray to Dion. Dion handed Bruce a cup. Bruce took the tea, glad they were becoming friends. Of course, he still wondered how Dion and his heresies might serve his schemes, but there was no reason not to be friends. He sipped the tea and looked back at Dion. "I too hope to speak to Daan. Perhaps I will wait here and see if she turns up. I could take a walk through the sanctuary and clear my head while I wait."
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Post by janellerose on May 26, 2019 1:42:37 GMT
Janelle followed her Queen and quietly waited for Jonah to come to her side. Her men and women of her guard should arrive shortly. She listens in quietly taking note of everything going on around her and her Queen.
Jonah quickly makes his way to her side and taps her shoulder. "Lady Rose, your guardsmen are here." Janelle smiled happily. "See that they are well fed and rested. I will inform our Queen of this."
Janelle made her way over to her Queens side and quietly informs her of her Army arriving.
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Post by Bettisia on May 26, 2019 17:24:03 GMT
"Goodness, but I am NOT up to being stuck under a roof today. Saura, please have the grooms prepare our horses, and pack some victuals for us. I will gather everything we require to restock our herb and medicine supply." With an infectious grin, Saura ran to do her mentor's bidding. After all she was right, a day outside the walls is MUCH better than one inside the palace. As Daan was leaving the city a young messenger boy ran up to her. "My lady.....my lady.......the High Priest sends a message. He says he invites you to take tea with him at the Great Temple at your convenience." At the temple, Dion rested his wounds from the street brawl. He pondered whom the attackers could be as he looked at the engraving on the jewel he found. A serpent.... the agathos daimon.....what organisation would use such a sign? Not the bank.... could it be the minister? Bruce? Daan? Janelle? Did someone know his plans to usurp the Atlantian religion? "Saura, duty calls. You know what we require. Go and enjoy the day." Dai, please take some of the men, guard, and assist with gathering the herbs. I am off to enjoy Dion's company." Daan then quickly changed into costuming suitable for the city and not tromping through fields and woods. Soon she entered the temple, made her respects to the alter, and requested an escort to Dion of a nearby priest. He took her to a door, knocked, and said, "Lord, a Miss Daan to see you."
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Post by Krogon on May 30, 2019 16:49:12 GMT
Jackson quickly received news of the letter tossing from the many people he had on the inside. It seemed the Queen was smarter than he thought. This girl would be a tough one to crack.
Perhaps he had to take it from a different approach. He thought for almost three hours before realizing exactly what to do.
"Janelle Rose, the Queen's advisor. Perfect."
He ordered his workers to make smear campaigns against the advisor. Posters upon posters went up in the city. He organized three rallies for the following week. The Queen only got in power recently which meant the people most likely wouldn't support nor deny his smear campaign against the advisor. He didn't care if not many people actually supported, he just wanted to make his followers angry at the Queen and cause general unrest.
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