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Post by adreamersworld on May 9, 2019 7:25:30 GMT
"Thank-you to you both for everything you have done. I will not forget your support and your loyalty. I will remain here in the City and return to the Palace. I will not abandon the city. The Bank may have taken control of the City Guards, but we retain the loyalty of the armies. The Chancellor has won this round, but we will prevail." Later that evening, Marcella returned to the Throne Room. The bodies had been cleared away and the blood and gore scrubbed from the floors and walls, but there were stubborn stains of blood on the throne itself. They will serve as a reminder of what happened here today. Marcella sat down upon the throne and surveyed the empty Throne Room. Bruce returned to the Throne Room, relieved that it was no lobger a bloody pile of corpses. He approached the Throne and lowered his head in a courteous bow before kneeling. "My Queen, I bend the knee to you. And I come with a warning. There are republicans abroad who will stop at nothing to take that carry off your throne into the streets burn it, probably with you still sitting upon it." Bruce stood up and drew his sword. "Allow me to be your instrument against these traitors. Myself and my men will root out threats to the Crown, if you will allow me to serve you." Bruce backed away from the Throne, return his sword and sat on a pew in the front row. I thank-you my Lord. I think you will serve the Crown well. Investigate the facts behind these suspected traitors and report back to me in private.
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Post by Bettisia on May 9, 2019 11:59:33 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.
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Post by Bettisia on May 14, 2019 0:45:08 GMT
Pray excuse me My Lady, I must return to my studies.
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Post by janellerose on May 15, 2019 3:17:31 GMT
Janelle smiled softly and followed her queen back to the palace. She watched quietly as events took place and took note. Turning to Jonah she spoke so softly that he had to bend towards her to be certain she was speaking.
"Send home for as many of our army as we can SAFELY spare from home and have them report here. We will support and protect our Queen in all capacities." She smiled sweetly, a slightly blood thirst edge too it as she took a seat quietly behind the throne, ready to jump to her queens aide as necessary. "
Also have my Rose trunk brought to me as soon as you can." Jonah shook his head, knowing his Lady was viscous, he and her father had trained her well and she knew what to use and when. "Lady Janelle, are you certain of this?" Janelle smiled sweetly and looked at Jonah, her head tilting softly.
"Who would think that a simple Lady of the court could be as deadly as any man here? I will see Queen Marcella stay safely on that throne. No matter what Jonah, an as you and father trained me well, I can also go places and and do things that Her Majesty may not need to be seen doing." She smirked sweetly glad she had the reputation she did.
"You know it is widely know that The Lady Rose cares not for propriety and has a wild streak in her. I have gone to Brothels and to taverns just to spite mother and father. I disliked the rules when i was younger and now it serves me well, serves our Queen well."
Jonah sighed, remembering those days. "Yeah, it will. I will do as you have asked Lady Rose, just be sure of this path. It is what caused the death of your mother and father." he watched the emotions fly across her face before she looked at him. "They trusted the wrong people Jonah, I will not make that mistake. You are my very best friend, and my most Loyal. I believe that Queen Marcella is the right Queen for us and I will serve her to the best of my abilities. If that means blood on my hands, then so be it. I will kill whomever I need to, to ensure her reign on the throne."
Jonah nodded softly and pride flowed through him seeing the Lady she had become. She was truly magnificent in her own right. Had she had the aspirations she would have made a great Queen, but just like all her Fore-Mothers, She hated responsibility and Politics. He bowed and quietly made his way out the way they had came to one of the men he had stationed and relayed the orders. Within the week an Army of 25 thousand Men and Women wearing the Rose crest would be at the service and command of her Majesty.
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Post by The Tropican Islands on May 15, 2019 18:58:54 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.
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Post by lemmingtopias on May 15, 2019 19:09:30 GMT
Dion felt uncomfortable. He wasn't a fan of politics on the best of days, but with Daan trying to groom him into the ways of magic, Janelle whispering something about brothels and the appearence of Julia, the most ghastly woman he had ever been unfortunate to set eyes upon, he couldn't stay a moment longer.
He turned to the Queen and bowed,
"I think my work here is done, Your Majesty. I really should be at the temple."
He left the room but couldn't go back to the temple. He suddenly got one of his headaches and the accompanied urges that always go with them. 'Not now' he thought. But he couldn't stop himself. He had been away from the temple of too long. In the distance he saw both Daan and Julia walking through the Great Gate. One of them turned left and the other right. He walked quickly towards the Great Gate and stopped as he got through it. Which one would he follow? He turned left....
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Post by adreamersworld on May 15, 2019 19:27:46 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. 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?"
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Post by Felvor on May 15, 2019 20:05:26 GMT
Dion felt uncomfortable. He wasn't a fan of politics on the best of days, but with Daan trying to groom him into the ways of magic, Janelle whispering something about brothels and the appearence of Julia, the most ghastly woman he had ever been unfortunate to set eyes upon, he couldn't stay a moment longer. He turned to the Queen and bowed, "I think my work here is done, Your Majesty. I really should be at the temple." He left the room but couldn't go back to the temple. He suddenly got one of his headaches and the accompanied urges that always go with them. 'Not now' he thought. But he couldn't stop himself. He had been away from the temple of too long. In the distance he saw both Daan and Julia walking through the Great Gate. One of them turned left and the other right. He walked quickly towards the Great Gate and stopped as he got through it. Which one would he follow? He turned left.... Bruce lurked in the shadows watching Dion as he walked towards the gate. Bruce knew all about Dion's secret, Bruce liked to think he knew every secret in the City. He nodded at a group of black-clad men some ten metres away from him and they nodded back and turned to follow Dion. He walked over to a Palace Guard and stuffed some drachmas into his hand before walking through the door he was guarding. Inside, he walked down a long, dark coridor until he came to a black door. He opened it and walked in. The occupants of the room looked up, shocked to have a visitor. Noone visited the old men who worked here. "You know who I am?" Bruce asked and one of the men, who wore a chain around his neck signifying his senior rank, nodded. "Good!" Bruce continued. "You work for the Minister. No longer, now you work for me." "Are you joking?" The chained man scoffed. "We are sworn to serve the Crown." Bruce smiled, "If you keep working for that dwarf there wont be a crown much longer, my good man. Republicans are in the city, they plot to overthrow the Queen. What do you think they are going to do to you lot when they take power? I alone know their identity. Work for me and the Crown is protected plus I will see to it that your.....experiments.... can resume. How long has it been since the last King stopped your sacred work? Hmmm? I will not bother you with such trivialities of ethics. As an added bonus... I wont torture each and every one of you until you tell me your secrets. I wont tell those secrets to a group of young, radical priests who will carry on your work for their own ends. I wont chain you to these walls and make you watch them take control of your organisation. And I wont tell them to carry out the experiments on you." The old man gulped. "We are at your service." "A wise choice from a wise man. You will await further instruction." As he turned away the old man raised his voice, "We will need subjects." Bruce turned back and nodded. "Send a man to the brothel above the Hard Home Inn. He will ensure you have everything you need." Ten minutes later, in the courtyard, he met a tall, scarred man. The man gave him a document, which Bruce read and smiled. "You have served me well. Your next assignment is a long term one. You will pick the men you trust most and you will make it your business to know everything about the Queen. What she does, who she sees, everything. I want her under constant surveillance. You may dispose of anyone who gets in your way." "What of the Minister, my Lord?" The grotesque man asked. "Oh I already have him taken care of," Bruce chuckled.
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Post by lemmingtopias on May 15, 2019 22:53:01 GMT
Dion followed the woman through the street. He stopped to remove his cloak, sword and the most obvious bits of his armour and stashed them behind a bush before continuing the pursuit. His head throbbed. All he could think about was cold steel on warm flesh. The voices in his head chimed. "Kill...kill....kill..." Then they suddenly fell silent. He stopped. The pain in his head subdued. He was being followed.
He turned around and a group of men in black cloaks began to surround him.
"Curses."
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Post by Bettisia on May 16, 2019 11:26:11 GMT
As Daan left the palace, she did not go towards her rooms or her lab. Instead she walked slowly towards the tenements and apartments of the working class. As she traveled she began to sing a strange but catchy ditty (Baby shark, doo doo doo doo doo doo) and juggle some brightly colored balls. A crowd of mostly children and women began to gather and follow.
Upon reaching a fountain she stopped, threw the balls high in the air, where upon they exploded into confetti to the amusement of all around. She smiled and asked quietly if any needed assistance.
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Post by Felvor on May 16, 2019 21:27:49 GMT
Dion followed the woman through the street. He stopped to remove his cloak, sword and the most obvious bits of his armour and stashed them behind a bush before continuing the pursuit. His head throbbed. All he could think about was cold steel on warm flesh. The voices in his head chimed. "Kill...kill....kill..." Then they suddenly fell silent. He stopped. The pain in his head subdued. He was being followed. He turned around and a group of men in black cloaks began to surround him. "Curses." "That's far enough priest." the ring leader said as they circled around him. "We know what you're up to priest." A man thumped Dion hard on the cheek.
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Post by lemmingtopias on May 16, 2019 23:31:14 GMT
Dion followed the woman through the street. He stopped to remove his cloak, sword and the most obvious bits of his armour and stashed them behind a bush before continuing the pursuit. His head throbbed. All he could think about was cold steel on warm flesh. The voices in his head chimed. "Kill...kill....kill..." Then they suddenly fell silent. He stopped. The pain in his head subdued. He was being followed. He turned around and a group of men in black cloaks began to surround him. "Curses." "That's far enough priest." the ring leader said as they circled around him. "We know what you're up to priest." A man thumped Dion hard on the cheek. Dion staggered back but lunged back, grabbing man's arm and twisting it back till it loudly cracked. He jumped up at a second man, grabbing his head and pushing it forcefully into his knee, as his knew flew into the mans face. They both tumbled to the floor and Dion jumped up, kicking the man in the head. But before he could turn to a third man, they had grabbed him, pushing him Dion down on the floor.
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Post by Felvor on May 17, 2019 1:46:41 GMT
"That's far enough priest." the ring leader said as they circled around him. "We know what you're up to priest." A man thumped Dion hard on the cheek. Dion staggered back but lunged back, grabbing man's arm and twisting it back till it loudly cracked. He jumped up at a second man, grabbing his head and pushing it forcefully into his knee, as his knew flew into the mans face. They both tumbled to the floor and Dion jumped up, kicking the man in the head. But before he could turn to a third man, they had grabbed him, pushing him Dion down on the floor. They seized the Priest and threw him to the floor, proceeding to launch a volley of kicks into him. It only lasted seconds. As the men turned away, a small piece of jewellery fell out of the ringleaders pocket. If Dion was to have seen this and pick it up, he might be able to investigate the symbol upon it...
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Post by janellerose on May 17, 2019 2:29:31 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. 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?"
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Post by Bettisia on May 17, 2019 11:55:34 GMT
A young mother steps toward Daan. She is holding a toddler with a horribly infected wound on his leg.
" Daan Dei, my sound was hurt in the massacre several days ago, and I fear he will leave this life MUCH to soon."
Looking around, Daan saw a rain barrel. Taking the child she placed him in the few inches of water in the bottom. "This needs to soak for a bit, and then i will apply a poultice with will draw the poisons out. He will be fine my dear. Call your friends over rejoice and gossip while we wait."
As Daan assisted others, hummed ditties, and performed various feats of magic, she listened to everything said around her. It proved to be a productive afternoon for everyone.
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