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    A new king has ascended to throne, but rebellion has spread across the land.

    The new ruler is must now take action to reconquer his kingdom.

    In the midst of a developing war, a peculiar prisoner is taken into custody.

    How will the captive and her captor interact with one another?


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    The new king is...

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    Name? "Griffen Nellias."

    Age? "Twenty-four years of age."

    Gender? "I'm not going dignify that question with a response."

    He's a male.

    Rank? "I am the king, of course."

    Personality? "...."

    Griffen is a cool, collected, and calculating individual who performs

    in a way that has only his ideals in mind. Many tend to be afraid of

    his presence due to his stoic and perceived lust for power. How-

    ever, the king does have his (rather scarce) moments of being "nice"

    and "humane."

    Other? "...."

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    (Ignoring the pointed ears, as I assume there are no elves.)


    Name: Azura Tabris

    Age: 20

    Gender; Female

    Rank:Battle mage, or a sorceress of the opposing army.

    Personality: Azura is known to be rather distant to others, as she often had a calm and silent demeanor. She can be ruthless against her enemies, if they give her cause to do so. Despite this, she isn't heartless and it doesn't take her long to be kind to the ones she trusts. On the battlefield, she cannot be stopped or distracted, aso her determination reaches a ridiculous situation.

    (Sorry for the character sheet being bad.)

    ✫ the best rebellion is being yourself ✫

    Oh no, you're fine! I just haven't replied yet because I was really busy yesterday. ^^" Would you prefer starting or would you prefer that I start? ^^


    tag(s): N/A || muse: cats

    (Oh, I'm sorry. I probably made myself seem rather impatient and rude, sorry about that. ^_^; Could you start first, if that's alright? ^_^;)

    (No, I think that you were perfectly fine! ^^)


    A tall figure clad in dark clothing stalking down a long, dimly-lit corridor. The echoing of his footsteps off of the stone walls were what alerted the two soldiers standing outside of a heavy wooden door of the man's approach. After a few moments of scrambling, the two armored guards stood at attention just in time to see the approaching male come into view. Even in the poor lighting of the sconces that lined the small space, the stern features on the guy's face were easy to make out.


    "Let me see her," the male's gruff voice spoke, causing both of the guards to visibly start.


    "Yes, Your Majesty," one of them spoke, a faint quiver present in her voice. With shaking fingers, the guard grabbed the key from a nearby table and unlocked the massive door's lock. She slowly pulled open the door to reveal the prisoner held inside. His Majesty's eyes darkened considerably at the sight of the traitor before.


    "Speak your final words, prisoner. Your execution is planned to occur at dawn, so this is your final chance to speak."

    The elven woman didn't bother to glance up as she heard the door slowly open, with what appeared to be a male entering the room. She had never truly believed in this kingdom, especially after what some of the army did to her kind. Acura eventually relented from staring at her ground, as she turned her silver gaze on the king. She could easily tell that just seeing her, was enough to sour his mood considerably. She had put up a rather long struggle against him soldiers, but they had eventually overwhelmed her in the end. Apparently they cared enough to capture her, as they could have executed her there on the battlefield.


    "I have nothing to say." Azura uttered out, her calm demeanor remaining unchanged by the news of her execution. She didn't want to waste her breath on final words, as they would end up meaningless in the end. Though she couldn't help but notice the fear in the guards voice, when she had responded to the king. It seemed rather odd, that the king managed to put fear even into his guards.

    Griffen raised an eyebrow at the elf's untroubled tone of voice as she spoke. Most prisoners begged for another chance or cursed him to his own demise when asked for their last words. Without saying another word to the woman, the dark-haired male silently turned away from his captive and departed from the cramped cell. He came to a stop as he heard the heavy door shut with a solid thud, and turned to his guards.


    "Keep an eye on her," he said in a soft, yet stern voice. "Something doesn't feel right about her." These were his final words before he walked away from the lone corner of his immense castle.