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    Lily burst through the door once again, apron on, as she rushed to help Layla set up the table. The food would be brought it, as well as the silverware. Stacking several in each hand from the kitchen, she quickly slipped into the dinning hall and walked over to the royal table. "I'm here!" She called a bit tiredly. She decided it best to calm herself down after her long trip back and then proceeded divvying the plates, sliding them quickly, but precisely across the table. She then laid out the silver ware for each, stopping only a few times to straighten the plate's position if needed, though she usually just set the silverware in their proper places. After she finished, she walked back to the kitchen, arranging the food which would be brought to the table. After she'd given her little present to Francis, she had to come back. Francis always felt sad before she did, but he understood. However, Lily couldn't help but wonder: He's already thirteen...Gods, I've been missing out on his childhood! Other than that, there were other concerns: Will, their Wolfkin comrade, had not returned from the forest, possibly still hunting. Although Lily didn't approve of his primal hunting methods, they were efficient, and brought home plenty to eat - better than any human hunter. She just hoped he wouldn't come into contact with them.


    Blood... I smell BLOOD! Will raced through the forest like a land shark following the smell of blood. He could sense it from miles away, but he covered ground quickly quadruped, diving under and around fallen trees with a light step and blurring speed despite his husky bulk. Tearing at the snow, he finally found the clearing where the doe lay; however, it was not alone. Two hunters had shot it, but there seemed to be more company. Will inhaled silently as he sniffed for their scents. Humans... both female and male. He hoped he would not have to face the latter, but he circled the clearing in silence, his crouch now shifting to a softer touch, meticulously and gracefully striding in order to hide his presence. He then lay by a cluster of tall yellow grass, his fur hidden to match its color. Now, he would wait - either for them to leave so he could take the doe, or strike at the right moment to retrieve it and retreat for home.


    CAELIA STARLIS || ADVISOR



    Caelia Starlis awoke with a tired yawn, and an aching headache. Owlish eyes danced around the small room, taking in their surroundings. Lia guessed she was in the infirmary, if the rows of bed and the smell of antiseptic was anything to go by. The cloaked female guessed that she had gone into another coma after scrying through another owl's eyes too long. She hated when that happened. But at least they had learned something important more or less.


    The advisor gracefully slid out of bed, taking great care to not disturb anyone else who might be in there with here. With silent steps, Caelia glided out of the silent room. Unsure of how long she had been out and what had happened while she had been unconscious, she decided to find someone and ask. Her first thought was to ask the King, but she didn't know where he was or what mood he was in. The Owl Maiden made a decision to talk to the Crown Prince instead. He would know everything and hopefully he more receptive to seeing her.


    Caelia hummed softly to herself as she skipped down the quiet halls. The somewhat childish Advisor made up a little game in her head. The game was simple, avoid the cracks in the stone. Soon Lia was happily jumping and spinning as she trodded along, making sure to step carefully. Gleeful giggles escaped her covered mouth as she played her little game. Voices ahead made her stop, she wasn't sure but they sounded like Crown Prince Lance and the Royal General. The female crept closer, curiosity taking over.


    The young advisor heard Lance speaking to Alexios, and her curiosity grew. She stepped out of the shadows and approached the two. "Prince Lance, General." She bowed lowly to the both then straightened back up. She had always liked the Prince. He was smart and when she was much younger, he was fairly kind to her as well. "I found myself waking out of a coma and I wondered if I could get information from you? I didn't wish to bother the King." She tried not to fidgeted nervously, she didn't think it would be wise to let the others know she overheard. Thankfully her long cloak covered her face, making her expression unreadable.



    [size=8]♚ makaio


    Myvillion's smile didn't falter.
    "No, you see, I can very easily ruin your escape.. But neither of us want that."
    The prince was unlike the facade he put up only a few minutes before.
    "I know the rebellion - few in numbers and overall, weak. You plan to pull a full scale attack on the castle? Ha! You wouldn't make it past the gate, and even if you did you'd be dead there.."
    The young prince looked back at Lierrin, the smirk disappearing. He began unlocking the cell.
    "But I am not my father.. I won't let you die in here. The castle guard is going to be on high alert for the next.. I'd say half day due to my escape attempt. To get you out of here, it may take more than a few days.."
    "I'm headed to my room, wait a few minutes then follow me. Fourth floor, East side, big blu-ish door. Can't miss it. You can hide there, since it will be the last place anyone would look. Escaping now would be a death sentence.. Please just trust me.."
    With that, he left, closing the dungeon door, but not locking it.
    "I'm going up to my room and turning in for the night.. There is no need to bug me."

    i answered like two days ago?


    water !

    //sorry, I was tired upon my last post. also, it's possible you'll need to scroll


    Lance nodded quietly and went to say something to Alexios, but his gaze travelled to Caelia instead. He dipped his head briefly. "Thank you, Alexios. I think it's okay for you to go now." He then glanced at Caelia, pulling his door open wider and stepping back. "Caelia, come in." he offered. Lance was mostly just wanting to sit back down again, else he'd have told Caelia what she wanted to know on the spot. In a less formal manner, however. He'd always liked the advisor, and definitely always listened to her. A trusted friend, he may call her. Leaving the door open for the Owl Maiden, he moved and sat down upon a table. Scrolls, paper and a lot of maps covered the desk, and his eyes moved down to them with a short sigh. Sometimes I do wish Myvillion was the elder son.


    Lierrin glanced up, blue eyes narrowed. Why should she trust this man, after the attitude he displayed? Weak? Few in numbers? Ha, he underestimated them. Although it was true Lierrin and the rest of her Rebellion friends were still desperately recruiting anybody who proved they hated the King, they weren't weak individuals and were a great team despite their little numbers. "Could've fooled me." she mumbled when Myvillion claimed he wasn't like his father and unlocked the cell. She pulled it shut and waited for a few minutes upon his leaving. Then she pushed it open again, rushing out. A guard noticed her, but a quick elbow in the face left him slumped against the wall. Lierrin remembered the instructions given... "Fourth floor, east side, big bluish door. You can't miss it." So she ran as quietly as she could to the fourth floor, then to the east wing. The blue door was easy enough to see. Lierrin waited a moment. Being an elf, it was possible she overtook Myvillion with her speed and just went a different way to him. However, she was very aware that if she stayed too long, a guard would notice and she'd be certainly sentenced to death...if she hadn't been already.


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    Korbyn took a few steps forward, stopping to adjust his armor and to make sure that everything was where it needed to be. There was a small hunch that came across him, feeling as though he should go and gather his friend, Isidoro, for the two of them to take position over by the dining hall. Most of Korbyn's hunches usually turned out to either be complete mistakes and other times actually profitable, either catching a traitor or catching a thief. Though, there was the challenge of actually locating Isidoro, having questions running through his mind about where the man could be at. It was such a large place, but he was undoubtedly present in the castle. Why wouldn't he be? If Isidoro was sent out on a mission, he'd usually have to accompany him. None of the basic guards and such ever left without either a small group or at least a single partner to trail after them and to watch each others' backs. It was only natural to assume that he'd come to tell him that they were going out to go anywhere. His footsteps echoed slightly as he walked about in his armor, carefully checking around for him. There were perks to being a guard, especially if you were looking for someone, you could just knock and check about, with the exception of a few rooms and areas, unless it be urgent. Eventually, he came across Isidoro, standing about like a fool next to an open door, just staring inside and saluting, as if he was waiting for a response from someone of a higher authority than him. Korbyn just ignored that and tapped him on the shoulder, "There you are, Isi. I came looking for you, I suggest we go stand guard at the dining hall. I think the royals might be eating very soon. Don't need them feeling unsafe while they chow down on expensive food-stuff." Korbyn explained to Isidoro, turning his head to look around as he spoke, making sure nothing undesirable came by them as he spoke.

    OC: Only if he doesn't know she's affiliated with Lierrin, since Malsvir wouldn't trust anyone associated with someone in the Dungeon. Otherwise, it'd do.
    Lanzo, I play the king. I'm your god now
    IC: Meanwhile through the castle halls walked a rather bored Frederick, patrolling through the hallways in the typical marching fashion. He was assigned to Castle Interior Patrol, which was an important job to catch intruders. Despite his boredom, however, Frederick was still highly alert. It was a common tactic for guards to appear dopey and half asleep, when in actuality they were fully alert, so as to lull any intruders into a sense of false protection. Then, when they made a move trying to take advantage of a guards 'laziness', the guard would spring to action and catch the perp. However, Frederick was not merely trying to perform this act; he really was bored, but his training and discipline [prevented him from truly not paying attention to his surroundings. He was wearing his full armor, as usual, and it made little noise thankfully, due to being well oiled and his slow, rhythmic steps. He shifted his footsteps every so often, in an attempt to see if there were any footfalls trying to match his. And, unlike most other guards, he looked up rather frequently, scanning the ceiling. He was doing this now, studying a rather ornate mural etched on the ceiling of the upper west wing hallway. It was beautiful, he had to admit.
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    Layla did not acknowledge Lily's call, instead opting to go through the table, studying it at all, and then nodding. "Ok, we should notify the royalty that dinner is ready," She said. It was usually standard protocol to set the food out after the Royals had been sat, so that they could see the food delivered. She surmised it also served to impress any royal representatives who were visiting. It wasn't always like this. The King and family sometimes ordered the food to be set out beforehand so they could begin eating immediately, but as far as she knew, no such orders had been received. ON the other hand., none of them had been notified of royal representatives en route, so she was wondering if it might be prudent to preset the food, rather than wait. "Will you go notify the family that dinner is ready?" She asked Lily and a few other servants.
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    Josephine thought on this. What could she have Maria do? She thought on it. "No...I don't think I have want of anything..." She said, before frowning. "Well..perhaps. I am rather bored," She remarked, scooting up on her bed and leaning her upper body against the bedframe, cushioned by the luxurious pillows. "Perhaps amuse me? I am expecting company, but he has yet to arrive, unfortunately. So...amuse me." She said finally. She didn't really care what Maria did, be it telling a joke, a story, or even do something so stupid it would be hilarious.

    Myvillion did take a bit longer to reach the room, and nearly bumped into her.
    "Sorry.."
    The door was unlocked, but he stopped to listen if anyone was in there.
    "I'm also sorry its such a mess.. One would expect a royal to have a more tidy room."
    Prince Myvillion's room was a disaster. His bed sheets were balled upon the did did his bed, his desk was covered with feathers, atone, wood, and wood shavings. Half made bows and half made arrows littered the area around his desk, and the whole room smell smell the outside.
    "Clearly the maids haven't come yet.. But all they really do is make my bed and sweep my floor.."


    Ooc--
    Myv: Jokes on you Lance.. I can't read!
    (He skipped out on those lessons when he was younger because, in technicality, he has dyslexia)


    CAELIA STARLIS || ADVISOR



    The nineteen year old bowed her head once more and stepped inside the large room. Caelia had been to Lance's room before so she knew exactly where to go for the most comfortable spot. Her petite body sneed to get smaller as feather sprouted and the oversizecloak became fleecy down. Several seconds later, a small Pygmy owl stood. In a flash the tiny creature soared up towards a bookshelf standing against the wall. The same process repeated, only backwards, as Caelia turned back into a small human girl. A happy smile graced her face as she adjusted herself on the high shelf. She liked high places, they made her feel safe. Plus it was always fun to see the look on other's faces when they spotted her perched on the highest towers.


    The Owl Maiden's eyes fell on a table stacked high with maps and scrolls. "You seem to have a lot of work," the female said with a owlish tilt of her head. "Has much happened since I was last awake?" Lia hoped the Rebellion hadn't gotten worse. She didn't want anyone in the Kings Army to get hurt. The advisor knew most of the higher up soldiers, including Alexios and she really didn't want them to have to trek through the snow to do battle with the Rebellion. Of course if that's the only option there was, she would stand by her king, she just hoped it didn't come to that.


    OOC: Sorry it's so short, I'm in a rush.



    ♚ makaio

    Maria paused for a moment, she could hold a conversation well with other people, and joke about things with context, and if she just so happened to have a story that was relevant, she would happily tell it. But doing things like that on the fly? Well, lets just say it wasn't her strong suit. It didn't help that her sense of humor could take some rather dark turns, and she figured the princess would not like that. But then she had an idea "Lets say, for just a moment, that I was a fugitive from my own country because I stole something of incredible value from a high ranking lord there. Now let me tell you a story of how such a thing would be to happen." From that point on Maria began to weave a story of a harsh elvish lord, one who used humans as slaves, and treated everyone like dirt, and how she had done everything in her power to sabotage the man, with varying levels of absurdity, which finally ended with her robbing the man and fleeing the country to start out an adventurous life. "So in conclusion, if I were to become a fugitive, I like to think thats how it would happen." In truth several parts of the story had been true, but she didn't really need to go around telling people that now did she?


    Maria had been gauging Josephine's interest in the story, and had tried somewhat to garnish it with things she thought the Princess would find well, amusing, that, and she had tried to form an impression of what she thought about Maria being a criminal, something she had completely omitted from telling anyone in the country. After all, it would probably be quite difficult to get a job as a retainer if people found out you had a background in robbing people in powerful positions, well, a single person, but the point still stood. Which meant now only her and Josephine knew, even if she did make it out as only a story to the Princess.


    Ooc- Gonna be honest, my muse is horrible and it took me well over an hour to come up with that idea, so I kindly ask that for the story itself you use your imagination, because I have smoke coming out of my ears from trying to come up with something.

    "H-Hey! HEYHEYHEYHEYHEY!!! WATCH YOUR STEP FOOL!" Matthew shouted in great alarm at Frederick's approach from beneath his feet. The Oracle was lying on the floor on his left side. Despite not being able to see the man who would trip over him, he knew he was approaching. Matthew had a small body, he probably would have been overlooked by anyone who would pass through the path he stood. And with Frederick staring at the ceiling intently, there was a probability that this would happen.


    Lily did a small little nod and salute as she promptly left the room to find the royals and tell them their evening's meal preparations were finished.

    ooc: Fenian is also open to be a spy, cause that's totally not what was in his plotting section. Anyways sorry for the delay. ^^ Tell me if I missed anything.


    Once Fenian finished cleaning the floor at the entrance, he pushed the cart with the mop inside back towards the place it belonged in the servant’s quarter. He sighed as he checked the clocks, midnight was approaching but he could smell dinner being made. He decided he would go help set the table but as he made his way he could hear strange sounds coming from the room that the elven female had entered. He wondered what the woman was doing in there. Needless to say, he peeked into the room and saw that she held a sword within the grip of her hands and seemed to be practicing. Though she held a good stance…everything else was rather sloppy in his opinion. Was she taught beforehand or was she practicing from a book, he couldn’t tell. Though, the sigh that was barely audible indicated that she wasn’t satisfied with herself. He watched for a bit before quietly entering the room. “Miss? Are you perhaps practicing for sword lessons?”


    Illianaro watched his companion before noticing a female coming through the thicket from behind Alexander. The woman wasn’t holding any visible weapons in her hands as she had them secured in the pockets of her pants. He watched her cautiously as he wasn’t sure what the intention was. Though, the fact she hid her hands instead of wielding a weapon showed she wasn’t hostile but you could never be too sure. Some clever people could use an approach as such that puts the victims at ease before surprising them. But was it possible someone’s goal would be to simply still the kill? “Alexander…from behind, a woman…no more are approaching. Be careful.” The fact that he could free one of his hands in case he needed to secure a weapon was what left him paranoid. They would both be easy targets unless they used the doe’s carcass as a shield and weapon. He looked back to the female, her expression was calm. There were more people behind her, more being two. He decided to speak up, “Hello there? Is there something here that caught your eyes for you all to pay us such a lovely visit?” As the elf spoke, he quickly turned his head as he was sure he heard something in the distance. His face scrunched up in a light scowl before turning back to the trio.


    water !

    Lance smiled and glanced up at the Owl Maiden. "Not much, no. My brother tried one of his escapades again, and I've just been overloaded with letters and truce requests." Lance shrugged and started writing lightly on a piece of creased paper.


    Lierrin glanced around with a small chuckle. "Would you like me to clean it for you now? It'll take me but five minutes." Lier offered, sweeping her hand to gesture the messy room.


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    Myvillion chuckled, moving towards his desk.
    "The maids will come eventually. If it really bothers you though, feel free to move some of the dust bunnies under the bed or something. I had a friend once who couldn't handle the sight of messes, and he would always rearrange my room, so I understand if you do."
    He picked up an unfinished bow, one much too thick to use, and started carving in the wood.
    "The guards will eventually thin out. I can find an escape for you then. Unlike me, you should succeed. But until then, feel free to do whatever you want in here."