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 Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 8:47 pm
"Regno Meo Cecidit" ... My Kingdom has Fallen
Story
xxxDemestris is a great kingdom set in the center of the conflict. With a neutral king and queen, it is doing it's best to keep up with the drop in travel income, and watch it's borders for possible attacks. King Howell and Queen Camilla take there most precious resource into account; their daughter Oriana. For her own protection, a warrior is to be at her side at all times. The threat of Arcanoes or the druids breathing down the back of Demestris' neck, it's all they can do. Oriana realizes her parent's where right, only after they lose their lives. Can her unlikely warrior keep her safe long enough to come back into power?
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 9:43 pm
Name: Faithe Layn Lasure
Age: 24
Race: Lynx Beastman
Rank: Warrior
Skills: Master of the sword, intermediate archer, beginning caster and can cook and track.
Personality: Faithe, like his name entails, is faithful and many people have faith in his skill, he is kind and positive to the point of seeming oblivious, but he is very much capable and understands what happens around him, however he isn't quite used to other types of cultures so he's still quite awkward when it comes to laws and traditions, he doesn't quite understand personal space either, he's prone to getting close to people easily as well.
Biography: Being a warrior seemed to be in his genes. At a young age Faithe was skilled in combat and had show a level of agility hardly any could match. After receiving his full training he was put to the test. His mission was to fight in a war led by their allied race. Faithe was thrown into blood shed and war at the young age of 14. While fighting is in his blood he enjoys relaxing and going for long walks and runs. He loves the forest and likes to sleep under the sky for days on end.
As of late he has heard of a conflict raising in a allied nation. He is appointed protector of a princess and will do his job as best he can and without fail.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 9:51 pm
Name: Oriana li Demestris II
Age: 18
Race: Human
Rank: Royalty; Princess
Skills: Public speaking, language, and herbology.
Personality: Studious, good listener, gentle, athletically challenged, panicky, detail oriented, kind, and outgoing.
Biography: Oriana was born to the king and queen of Demestris, to be there only child due to her mothers inability to carry any longer. With no son to heir her father, Oriana went bounds to appeal to future sons of the neighboring kingdoms when need be. She was taught public speaking, every language of the surrounding countries, in hopes of being fluent in whatever her future king's language. Surprisingly, she loved learning to speak other tongues. She became fluent, and incorporated that into her public speaking, but never stopped there. With the many teachers she had in her lifetime she picked up on customs and cultures of those races. She hopes to learn more before her twentieth birthday, when she is eligible to marry per Demestrian law. More recently she has had more on her plate, learning from a traveling herbologist, she hopes to help heal or teach others to heal when she is a queen. This doesn't mean she hasn't noticed the tense feeling in the castle. War is approaching.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 10:31 pm
 
The castle was running before Oriana was even awake, the smell of breakfast pastries and freshly cooked meat filling the dining hall to the brim. Oriana's personal maids were on there way to wake the princess, a tall chalice of squeezed fruit and a small serving of those pastries in the arms of the tallest maid. A shorter and stout old woman carried her dress of the day in her arms, careful not to let it drag on the floor. Typically, Oriana would be meeting with her family in the dinning hall, but they started without her, eating with some allies, sending them off wit a breakfast after talks most of the early morning.
They had to meet before the sun rose, so that suspicions would not be raised. If it was found out that Demestris met with allies, anyone could jump to conclusions. Oriana was woken to the sound of her maids knocking. "Come in." Rubbing her eyes the woman stood, nightgown off one shoulder. The maids went over the days plans as they let her eat, the only thing out of place was a meeting with her parents soon after dressing. Apparently they had something to talk about with her. Oriana's first guess was about potential suitors. They had been working on this since she was old enough to talk.
Once the pure torture of her waist being pulled into submission was finished, Oriana followed her orders to meet with her parents in the library, luckily her first lesson was there as well, they were making it easy on her. The guard at the library's entrance bowed, pushing the large door open for her. In the center of the walls of books Oriana met her mother, father and a stranger. Someone whom she didn't recognize the origin of. Had she been slacking in her studies? Oriana bowed to her parents before joining them.
"From now on, Faithe will be your personal guard." Her father had always been the type to get right to the point, he didn't talk much, but it was still more than her mother did. "He comes with excellent credentials. And he is a native to Alies." Going on as if to keep her from arguing. Which wasn't going to happen. Her father was just as stubborn as she could be, though hers was in a more passive aggressive action.
Worry crossed Oriana's face, one that was easy to read. Had things gotten that serious? Smiling softly to lessen the look on her face, Oriana curtsied, it was only polite. "Thank you for your service." That was all her parents needed, and then dismissed themselves for Oriana to go on with her self study. "My family says your from an ally kingdom, may I ask which one?" She inquired as she pulled a few books from separate areas of the near by library. Todays study was practicing arithmetic. Though it wasn't required normally as a future queen, it was necessarily in her herbology learning. Oriana found a couch to curl her legs under herself and lay her books in her lap. "Won't you join me?" She glanced up, and then to a seat adjacent from her. She knew guards were required to be ever vigilant, but Oriana wanted to work this man out.
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2015 12:54 am
 
”You train for many years and have skill to finally become true warriors. Hold blades high to sky and may the gods of war sing names!” A group of minxlyings[1] shouted out to the call of the lynxman before them and raised their blades to the sky.
That was is last memory before he would enter into his first true battle. He was just out of training and was sent to war. At times many had spoken out for him as being too young but this was the way life was for beastmen so it never bothered him. All beastmen gave their lives up in the face of battle and knew that their place was among those who clash blades. Of course this wasn’t the normal anymore. Wars and battle, while common, were less important than making allies.
He was a part of the Auven Tribe which lived near the Demestris. Humans were close to beastmen in species so they did their best to become their allies. Everything went smoother than expected, the first war fought together was the first battle Faithe ever saw. But that was such a distant memory to him now. He looked up at the man speaking to him about his mission to protect the princess. He put his hand over his chest and bowed in response.
He was now standing next to a very pretty looking lady. She was definitely a princess. She had an air of royalty that made him almost want to pledge to her. Of course he held back, that would be rude, and she would most likely say no anyway. He looked at her when she started talking him and he looked to the ceiling of the library. “Faithe is from Auven. Tribe of Lynxmen and Wolfmen. Part of the first unified war. Faithe fight ten years ago to help create peace for land.” Faithe’s strained speech was something of a mishap, at the time of the war there was very little time for teaching so Faithe was only given the bare minimum of language training. He could speak and form sentences, but that was it.
He looked at the open seat of the couch and then at himself. Besides his long tail he was a full seven feet tall with a few inches put in there somewhere. He smiled at her and shook his head. ”Faithe fine. Can stand for days without tire. Learn how when minxling.”
(([1] minxling=what all beastmen call their young))
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2015 5:39 pm
The first ting that Oriana noticed was that her new protector was no linguist. He spoke in third person but formed okay sentences. It wasn't unusual per say, but Oriana was not expecting it. Then again, she wasn't expecting having a personal guard at all. "It's nice to meet you." She said in a velvet smooth voice, pushing a bit of stray hair behind her ear. Arithmetic was not her strong point but it was a good way to pass the time. Learning was important to her after all.
Her pen and ink moved gently over the stack of paper with little resistance. She calculated gross product form last years trade compared to past years. Last year, they were up several hundred of thousands of coin, lately the travel and trade industry in Demestris was slowing thanks to the near wearing countries. That was at least a fourth of their income. Thinking about the possibility of her working class people being without work troubled her. "Ten years? You can be older than twenty six." Oriana inquired, pulling her thoughts from the worry of her people to the new acquaintance standing beside her. "Either way, thank you for fighting for us." She smiled gently to him, scrawling out numbers and equations shortly again.
When he mentioned how long he could stand for, she visibly changed, impressed. "That's an amazing feat." She was only made to stand for short periods of time, like introductions, or in the company of fellow royals. That was not often. "I tend to be quite fragile." She remarked. Oriana bruised like a ripe peach, and she couldn't run for long. It wasn't necessary. If she had been the boy her family hoped for, she most likely would have gone hunting, and learned of the sword or bow. "What else did they teach you Faithe?" She asked, doodling off to the side of her arithmetic. Oriana could see him with a bow, maybe he would like to go to the grounds on her free period and practice. Then again, there was surly more to him than all warrior.
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2015 6:40 pm
Faithe's attention was on the list that she was writing. He had very little actual in terms education, he could read a few languages but couldn't speak any if he tried. So though he could read and barely read if he met anyone able to write clearly and read big words he was instantly impressed. He was so wrapped up in being impressed by her handwriting that nearly missed her speaking. He straighteded up a bit and bowed his head to her slight. "Nice meet Oriana as well. Never met princess. Royalty is forbid to speak to. Beastmen warriors so always told fight for royal but not speak to. So Faithe happy can talk Oriana. Not like no talk."
He caught the sentence about serving the war effort ten years ago. He never thought much about it, it was simpler that way. He couldn't wrap his head around heavy things but he was smart enough to know what war meant. "Faithe fourteen when fight. Liked instructor, sad when leave. Even more sad when he betray." His ear flicked at the memory of his military commander giving information to the opposing side. He saw it as he job so he did was he was taught.
Faithe smiled and sat down next to the couch and looked at her, his tail lightly wagging. "Faithe very good at sword. Taught since could walk. Faithe also learn bow. Can see very far for Lynxman so taught how shot arrow. Also know spell for make things sharper. Not know any others though. Incantations hard." He lets his head rock side to side as he thought more. "Can cook good. Like cook. Love walk too! Faithe really love running. Always run when can, and jump too. Jump high in sky and feel like bird." His tail wagged happily as he thought of running through the forest at top spped and jumping up into the sky.
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2015 7:39 pm
Oriana watched the males eyes as they trailed her hand as she wrote intricately. In some ways she felt a little embarrassed. The only people who usually watced er that intently where instructors. "Ah, that's unfortunate, I'm sure others would enjoy your company." She stated looking at the male swiftly before looking back at her work. "I'm happy we can speak together as well." Oriana said in a gently tone. They were both speaking very informally, but given that Faithe had never been taught to talk with royals actually, forbid form it, she wasn't going to get upset about it.
Folding her hands in her lap the female felt a sullen feeling wash over her. She ad never felt a true betrayal, sure she had over heard them, but not being too involved with people, it was hard to come by people who would become untrustworthy. "I'm sorry to hear he betrayed you Faithe." Oriana grinned in a soft but almost sad way when he joined her next to him. She didn't want to bring up bad memories for him. There weren't many bad memories for this princess, the worst it got was one of her tutors yelling at her or of her mother when she stopped talking. Oriana didn't know why or how it happened, but she kept her ruby lips closed at almost all times. She wasn't cold, it was just as if she couldn't bring herself to say anything. "I believe it would be amazing to fly, go as you like." She was pretty confined to the castle, unless it was a festival or some kind of duel that her parents let her attend, she was usually here. That was how it was like for many princesses.
The dark blue eyed female looked next to her to see the happy Faithe. She could only grin back at him, collecting her things she set her feet on the floor form being curled under her. "I've always wanted to visit the forest, I don't get out much." She laughed lightly. To walk only in a sundress and bare feet would be great, enjoy the sun shine. "Or maybe tour the markets of Demestris." She rested a palm under her chin as she thought about it. Where did she want to go most?
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2015 8:07 pm
Faithe shook his head and gave his hands a hard stare. "No. It Faithe job to protect Oriana. Faithe like run but not do anything without Oriana. Oriana is princess and like say is fragile. Faithe is strong and warrior. Must keep Oriana safe." He then looked at his charge and turned to look at her a little better. He smiled and his ear flicked. "But not doing because duty. Doing because can see good in Oriana's eyes. Oriana is nice person and cares about people. So Faithe protect Oriana's smile and Oriana."
His eyes lit up at the mention of the outside and he could tell she would like to get outside every now and then. He rested his head on the couch arm and smiled at her. "Faithe take with when go outside someday. Outside beautiful. Tall trees. Oceans with pretty water. Lakes and hot springs. Wind is guide. So Faithe take Oriana and follow wind one day." His ears folded upwards. He gave her a warm smile and his eyes shined. "Faithe take Oriana to village! Oriana be welcomed by all. Oriana have voice of angel. Oriana be loved."
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2015 9:46 pm
Faithe was very serious, concentrated on his hands, but his words came out more poetic than he made have thought. It made Oriana smile, plus it was nice to feel protected. "I'm sure you'll keep me safe." She smiled brightly at him, eyes closed, almost child like. She could be that way, naive at times, but blindly kind. "Thank you." She told him, rubbing her hands together, and then folded them back in her lap. She tended to have ice cold hands thanks to her thin stature.Being tall and thin meant poor blood circulation.
Oriana closed her eyes, picturing the scene. I would like that, the sun on my face, wind in my hair." A perfect blue sky over head, bright white clouds floating overhead, a great summer day in Demestris. Possibly sitting under a large tree with a book. That sounds like a great time. "We should go this afternoon, if you're with me, there shouldn't a problem." Oriana tossed, standing from her seat on the couch. "Let's head to my next lesson." The light brunette said, scooping her books into her arms. Walking to a self she placed it back where it was to be and then walked some bit down and grabbed a thick brown book.
She smiled and waved for him to follow as she left the for the library door. A guard opened it for her as she waited for Faithe to get to her side, when he did she started for a hall. On the way, she looked up at him, "I warn you, my next teacher is a very stubborn old man." She told him, Kan was a bearded man from the Dales. He was no warrior like must Dales, but he did have the attitude.
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 10:02 pm
Faithe nodded to the idea of taking her out. He was sure that if he talked to her father that going outside would be okay. He watched her stand and stood up himself. The jingle of his bell called out to him as he stood. It was his reminder that he was still alive. It was morbid but true. Anyone that had fought in the war ten years ago had one and he didn't know anyone who didn't wear it. He followed her and looked at the hall with a smile on his muzzle. He was lining up the walls by memory for later use.
He looked at her as she spoke and nodded at her. "Teacher was stubborn too. But teach how speak." He looked at the guard and nodded his head at him. He had very little interaction with any of the guards in the castle, he felt like they were ignoring him in some way.
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2015 11:39 am
Oriana was oblivious to possible discrimination form her human guards, she hadn't had a whole lot of exposure to such a thing. But surely if she had any idea she would quip it out immediately. She was a very fair person after all. Something she did notice was the chime of a bell as they walked. It was something that was clear sounding to her, crisp like an autumn morning. "True, Dalish is hard though." She remarked as some guards opened a large door to bright room, windows letting the late summer warmth into the large room. A short older man stood, arms crossed at the windows as they entered.
Oriana extended her arm to him, the small man grasping at er elbow and shook once. "Pozdrav Conwat." She greeted before withdrawing her hand and taking a seat. The man seemed satisfied, taking a seat across from her, passing a large pamphlet of words in a foreign tongue. The female pickewd up a pen, dipping it in ink, writting what she knew. "Wom is the stranger." The male watched him, he had met many a creature, maybe even a lynxman. Oriana's eyes never moved from her writings. "Moja straže, majka i otac ga je imenovao." She was always expected to speak Dalish in front of him, never her tongue.
Oriana felt guilty that Faithe couldn't understand thing, she glanced at him from her work, getting a scolding from her teacher. A ruler slapped firmly on the table to draw her attention. It caused her to jump, startling her a little.
AzureKing00 ooc: sorry i've been gone, school and so on has been taking up my time. and next week i work thirty six hours :c
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2015 9:15 am
Faithe followed Oriana inside the room without saying much as he understood classrooms to be two things: a place for learning and teaching and a place where speaking off turn was rude and forbidden. He'd been taught strictly as conflict was on the horizon. He gave the stout man a small look but said nothing at all, he didn't understand what they were saying so he figured silence was the best way to answer to look the man gave him.
He moved behind Oriana and stood like the soldier was was despite not understanding any of te words spoken. He caught her looking at him with a sorry look and did his best to stifle to growl that came when the teach slapped the desk with the ruler. He knew that his duty was to protect her but he had been told that her lessons would be strict so he had to let certain things go. He straightened up as the growl vanished in his throat but he gave the old man a quick look before become statue-like for the remainder of her lesson.
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