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(Pronounced ILL-fay)
Long ago, the continent of Ilfay was colonized by a few colonists, who had been shipwrecked upon the island. The island was virtually paradise, except for the wastelands on the right side of the mountains.
The continent had a ridge of mountains running through it, with only two places to cross over without having to travel over the mountains, one at either end of the island. The larger of the two passes was a desert, which few ever returned from.
However the smaller pass led to ground which was amazingly fertile, and grew anything there. The colonists had been setting forth to colonize a nearby chain of islands, but they had been blow off course and only half of the group survived.
The Captain and his men perished, as they toiled to save the families lives. They famalies, not lacking common sense, made a list of who had survived. However, the paper was lost long ago, and many were most likely forgotten as their tale was passed on from generation to generation.
The richer families quickly settled in the richer areas, cultivating the livestock they had brought with them. But before I continue, I'd best describe the nature of the country on the left side of the mountains. You know what it's like? Fine then, tell me.
Yes, the higher country is covered in trees. There were more trees back then, you know. The lowerlands are covered in mud? I say they are covered in clay. Don't just repeat the things your parents say about them. They are a powerful country in their own right.
Yes, I do belive we live in the richest land. Right smackdab in-between those who cut down wood, and those who make clay into bricks. Well, we are the decendants of the richer famlies. Now don't interupt, and let me finish.
Now the richer famlies settled in the richer land, cultivating livestock. The other famlies dispersed, a couple settling amoung the richer folk, much to their displeasure. The families chose where they would live according to their abilities.
But where beauty and prosperity bloom, the weeds of deformity and poverty soon follow. A few of their children were found to have magic, so they were cast out into the wilderness of the mountains.
But the children survived, using magic. They were outcasts, and did everything they good to destroy the colonists. But all had to be done in secret, and only small things, such as inciting unrest, greed, and jelousy.
There wern't many of them, but they survived for generations. And to this day, they lurk about in today's society. The unrest which they sowed in our spirits led to a monarchy. Several, actually.
There are are now five countries, Ilsveth the country of wood, Ilara our beautiful country of pastures and livestock, Ilper the country of clay, Ilmeri the country of stone, and Ilwer the country of the golden crop.
So is that why there is so much political unrest now? Quite right. Quite right. In fact we must pray that you are not in danger, your highness ... (ILL-s-veth, ILL-ara, ILL-per, ill-MEER-ee, and ILL-weer)
So! Did ya like that^? I hope so. I spent an hour on it. So as the teacher mentioned, there is political unrest in Ilfay. Ilara and Ilwer are at war, and Ilper recently agreed to an alliance. Assasins and spies are being sent out into all the kingdoms to ensure an alliance with certain kingdoms, and to destroy certain people in high positions.
Anyhoo, here's the charrie sheet:
Name:
Age:
Position:
Kingdom:
Appearance:
Personality:
Any magic?:
Backstory: (If applyable)
Other:
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Name: Rhea Iypera (EE-A-peer-a)
Age: 16
Position: Assasin and spy, when need be.
Kingdom: Ilara
Appearance: She has long wavy black hair, is fairly tall and skinny with palish skin. She wears the typical servant's garb of Ilwer, as she is currently posing as a servant in court.
Personality: Very firey, sarcastic, and very prone to anger, unfortunetly. She is in fear that her anger might one day cost her her position in either/both court(s)
Any magic?: No
Backstory: N/A, as she grew up a regular life.
submitted by Cho Chang
(July 8, 2016 - 10:55 am)
(July 8, 2016 - 10:55 am)
~Anisa
It's dark when Father comes back with weary troops, bringing news that they were anticipating the attack, and had known about it. Apparently the spies knew more than we thought. I rush into Father's arms, kissing him gently on both cheeks, smiling. He had come back.
Father smiles too, looking tired, some blood staining his rough cheeks, "I love you, Anisa."
I smile, "I love you, Father. Are you tired?"
He nods, "It's been a long day. I'm going to bed now. I think you should, too."
I nod, and set off toward bed, when I hear hushed voices in a side room. I frown, confused. I hesitate, then my curiousity propelled me toward the room. I stand by the door, and listen to the voices.
"I understand!" A voice says, strangely familiar.
"I know you do, but you only have so long, so you need to hurry up! It will change the balance of the war, and Ilara may finally get the upper hand in it!"
Ilara? I think. The enemy? They must be spies, and suddenly, I'm paralized with fear. Oh no. The war suddenly seemed so much more real now.
"I understand my mission. I'll do it soon, but you really don't understand how hard it is! Really, you're only a messanger, not an assassin!"
"I know. But I will repeat my message. The deadline is soon. Kill King Iberon. That's all. Go back to bed now."
I hear footsteps coming toward the door, and swiftly run away, my feet making almost no sound on the floor. I'm sure my heart is making more sound. Pound, pound, pound. The assassins are too close. Father is in danger.
(July 15, 2016 - 5:05 pm)
~|Irina|~
My informant has come with more news. He is a strange man, who comes every few weeks, meeting me in odd areas, disgused cleverly.
How do I know that it is him? His voice. The same haunting rasp each time. No other human has a voice like his.
Tonight he is disgused as a young gardener. If anyone sees us together, then they should think that he's just sweet on me. Can I barf? This idea is that repulsive.
"I have a message for you, Irina." he says.
"Yes? What is it?" I ask, now worried. I haven't had a message in awhile, and I might be ... replaced. If that happened ... let's just say lots of people would be unhappy with me.
"The message is: The deadline is soon. Kill King Iberon."
I let out a small, carefully concealed sigh of relief. I'm not being replaced. Yet. "I understand!" I say.
"I know you do, but you only have so long, so you need to hurry up! It will change the balance of the war, and Ilara may finally get the upper hand in it!"
Oh dear. I must say something to pacify him. Otherwise he will throw a raging fit, destroying all in his reach. The last time this happened, we were in an alleyway, thank goodness, but this time we are in the castle.
"I understand my mission. I'll do it soon, but you really don't understand how hard it is! Really, you're only a messanger, not an assassin!" I say frantically.
"I know. But I will repeat my message. The deadline is soon. Kill King Iberon. That's all. Go back to bed now." he says. He whips around suddenly, leaving me all alone.
Nightshade. A voice inside me whispers. Yes, I know that. It's obvious. But the question is, how do I sneak into the kitchens and slip it into Iberon's food, and his food only?
A young man rushes by down to the kitchens, wearing the clothes of a ... a winebearer. Oh, praise be to the gods! They have blessed me with an answer, if only partway.
I'll figure out a way to slip it into "His Majesty's" glass. And only into his. After all, we can't have all the Ilwerese nobles dropping off dead left and right! Or could we ...?
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Sloth says odir. Oh dear, or Finnick Odair? Or is it, Oh dear Finnick Odair?
(July 16, 2016 - 7:37 am)
~Hecate
"A-assassins..." I murmur. "They're real..." She eyes me up. "You must be the thief?" I gulp. "I stole a slice of bread once," I say. Unexpectedly, she bursts out laughing. "Let me guess, you were in Ilara."
I nod, my eyes going wide with fear.
(July 16, 2016 - 11:09 am)
~Anisa
I go down to breakfast, determining to tell Father about the assassins privately, after breakfast. I can't have all the servants hearing me, can I? After all, one of them may be the assassin. My cat, Marigold, crawls into my lap, meowing. I smile and stroke her.
Irina, the servant, is setting the table today, giving Father his morning wine, looking happier than she was yesterday. I'm glad. I like it when people are happy, even if it is just a regular servant. She places Father's wine in front of him, and he raises it to his lips, ready to drink. I look at Irina's face again, and see something I didn't see before. Something more- sinister? No, I think, I must be imagining it, with the war and all.
Just then, Warrior, Father's favorite hound and a true master at the sense of smell, bounds in, running toward Father, barking his warning bark. What was happening? He leaps into Father's lap and knocks the goblet out of his hands, shattering it on the floor after he had taken only a sip.
Father stands up, ready to scold Warrior, before staggering and falling to the floor, his eyes closing. I scream and stare at him, tearing trickling down my face. Father. All the servants are still and silent, waiting to see what would happen. I had thought the war was faraway from here before, but now that Father was- I couldn't even think about it.
A scream of victory shatters the silence and I turn my head, anger burning inside of me. How dare anyone be happy at a time like this! I see Irina, the same smile on her face. She turns around and bounds out of the open window, her wavy black hair flying out after her. I have never hated Ilara more.
"Get her!" I scream, the rest of my family's voices acompanying mine, "Get her!"
But she is already getting away. A guard shoots an arrow and her, and misses. Another guard tries, and soon, arrows are flying after her disappearing figure. Before she vanishes into the distance completely, I see an arrow hitting her, lodging itself firmly into her left arm. I smile. For the first time, I actually can enjoy someone's pain.
Alissa bends down next to Father and places her head on his chest and her eyes widen with surprise. She looks up at me, who is closest to her, and I kneel down next to her, placing my head on his chest. Could it be possible?
A faint, feeble thump, thump comes from his heart. Father is alive.
(July 16, 2016 - 5:09 pm)
Okay, one sec. HOW CAN HE BE ALIVE?! *takes deep breath*
Sorry. Forgive me if I am wrong, but doesn't nightshade pretty much automatically kill once eaten? (Or drank.)
(July 17, 2016 - 7:41 am)
Oops. I don't really know much about nightshade. Maybe it works differently in Ilfay? But I don't want him to die. yet.
(July 17, 2016 - 9:48 am)
Could he just be reallyreallyreallyreallyreallyreallyreallyreallyreallyreally sick?
(July 17, 2016 - 3:43 pm)
Yeah.
(July 17, 2016 - 7:44 pm)
well.... tomato is a nightshade
(July 17, 2016 - 5:39 pm)
@Dracon, that's different. I'm talking about nightshade the herb, not tomato or potato.
(July 18, 2016 - 2:50 pm)
oh.
(July 19, 2016 - 4:04 pm)
Name: illreh (ILL-reh
Age: 20
Position: peasant
Kingdom: ilara
Appearance: dark skin, green eyes, and jewled amulet
Personality: kind NOT EVIL
Any magic?: yes
Backstory: none
Other: does not know why people think magic people evil NOT EVIL
(July 17, 2016 - 5:32 pm)
What kind of magic does he have?
(July 17, 2016 - 7:46 pm)
@Dracon, like Alexandra said, what magic do you have? Also, could you please tidy up your writing a bit? Sorry if I offend, but it's really hard for me to read ...
(July 18, 2016 - 2:52 pm)
oh! the type of magic i have is physic abilitys.
(July 18, 2016 - 6:40 pm)