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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)
Okay! Thanks.
(July 20, 2016 - 6:51 am)
@Cho~ Yep, I play Seven Wonders. My current strategy is to collect all of the science cards, but then I almost always get beaten in war. :)
Maleisia~
Even on top of the highest mountains, the day is still unusually warm. Laying my cloak at the entrance to the caverns, I hike up the side of the cliff on a narrow path that is barely visible. My destination is soon in sight: a warped and twisted olive tree, the only one for miles above the treeline. It is a survivor. Just like me.
The birds are already there, three of them. One looks especially windblown, with feathers sticking out at odd angles. Perhaps it had done something infantile, like crash into a tree. Or perhaps, it had been traveling especially fast because maybe, just maybe, something had happened.
Messages, it croaked. Important message for the Queen of ravens. I savored a small smile, as I always did when they called me that. It was a very fitting title.
The Ilwerian King has been poisoned, the assasin is on the run but has been injured. It was the servant, as milady expected. She seems to be heading for the north part-
"Forget the assasin," I snapped. "I need to know the status of the king." A spark of excitement had kindled inside me. Could this be the moment I was waiting for?
The raven ruffled his feathers irritably, then continued. He is quite ill, milady. Almost comatose, I hear. Unless something is done fast to heal him, the royal family fears he may die. If I may give your majesty advice, now would be a great time to-
"I already came to that conclusion. Your information was quite vital. Now go clean yourself up at the Nest, you're a mess." The bird gave a little hop of importance before spreading his wingspan and diving off the cliff.
Finally. It was time to use the power I'd been saving up for weeks. Time to whisper to the king.
(Yes, I know I changed verb tense halfway through. Oh well.)
(July 18, 2016 - 12:59 pm)
@Jarvis, I can't play science. No, seriously, I can't play it. XD
I just can't use it that well. But then again, last time I got Babylon was quite awhile ago ...
(July 18, 2016 - 2:54 pm)
~|Irina|~
Well, I'm certainly proud of myself. I know I've gotten away with this. And I can't get this smile off of my face. I, er poisoned the winebearer, making him awfully sick. Nothing he won't get over, of course.
So I slipped a little something into Cook's food as well, and she gave me the position of winebearer for now. I take the plates out of the cupboard, putting them down on the table. One, two, three, four, and five.
Then for ... Oh, yes. Now I really can't stop smiling. There's the cup, then open the packet of finely ground nightshade ... there. I set the goblet down, quickly pouring his wine into it.
Bye-bye, dissolving nightshade! Then that mutt of "the King's" bounds in, barking. The mutt leaps into the king's lap and knocks the goblet out of his hands, shattering it on the floor after he had taken only a sip.
I'm rather surprised that the dog could smell it. But then again, a dog's nose is far more superior to any human's.
The king stands up, ready to scold that mutt, but then staggering. He falls to the floor, his eyes rolling back in his head. The queen let's out a scream, her hand to her mouth.
The eldest of the princesses sits there, so shocked that it seems she can't even cry.
The middle one screams, tears rolling down her cheeks. The youngest one ... seems confused. She is rather young, and I pity her, know ing I will affect the rest of her life so much.
The room is quiet now, and a loud victorious cry bubbles out of me. Sadly, I shall now have to abandon my post.
I run, leaping out of the window, never having felt so ... free before. The next few minutes are pandamonium, the remnants of the royal family screaming.
Arrows fly past me, until one lodges in my arm. This induces an unearthly scream from ... me? But this is of no matter. I must continue, otherwise risking capture. And I have no more nightshade.
(July 18, 2016 - 3:15 pm)
~Hecate
I stand, observing the royal palace. How can they afford this?! I wish I lived there! I'm observing, and then I turn and head down the road again when a girl in a ripped servants garb tears past me.
I'm curious by nature. I follow her.
(July 18, 2016 - 7:34 pm)
Uh...is this still in Ilsveth? If the "girl in ripped servant's garb" is Irina, how did Hecate get all the way to Sheafstarn so quickly?
(July 19, 2016 - 5:48 pm)
*laughs* girl you need to do your homework more often ;)
Just kidding. But she has super speed...
(July 19, 2016 - 7:51 pm)
~Anisa
I sit by Father's sickbed with Mother, Karianna, and Alissa. Mother is sobbing into her hands, Karianna is also sobbing into her hands, and Alissa is grabbing my hand so hard that her knuckles turn white, "Anisa, what happened to Father? Is he alright?"
I hesitate, "He's alive, Alissa, and he might get better. Hopefully he will."
Alissa nods, her eyes wide. A healer hurries into the room and Mother looks up, "Katrina. How is he?"
The healer, Katrina, looks at her grimmly, "Not much chance at survival, Your Majesty, but still some chance. There is still hope... for now."
My cat, Marigold, slips unnoticed into the room and curls up in my lap. Even she looks sad. I wrap my arms around her, thankful for something to hug. Someone. Father is dying. He could die. I just can't really realize it. It doesn't seem possible. It always seems like Father will just wake up and embrace my again, and we will all be happy. I wish we didn't take Irina in as a servant. I should have known! Everyone from Ilwer has blond or light brown hair. No one ever has black hair. Black eyes. Skin so pale. I should have known that she was from Ilara.
I suddenly realize that it was her voice. Her voice that night when I heard about the assassination planned. It was her! But who was the other man? His voice... so unforgettable. I suddenly feel that I have to get some answers. I need to go out. I can't just stay here!
Usually, I would be way too scared. I'm not at all tomboyish. Alissa is so much more tomboyish than either me or Karianna is. But now that I had a personal taste of the war, it's anger and a need for revenge that fuels me. And my doubts all disappear when I look at Father's pale face. I need to help him. Ilara can't win, not after what it has done.
A plan slowly starts to form inside of my head. I'll go to Ilsveth, seeking an alliance. After that, Ilmeri. We'll outnumber Ilara and Ilper with them both. We need them. I'll go find them. For Father. And I'll tell Mother tonight.
(July 18, 2016 - 9:00 pm)
Everyone, I'm going to be in England for a month, so I'm probably not going to have a lot of chances to comment. Please don't kill my characters. I hope you all have a great summer!
Have a great time in England, Starbringer!
Admin
(July 19, 2016 - 8:28 am)
Okay! Have a good time!
(July 19, 2016 - 2:10 pm)
Kir~
Hecate leaves the building. I follow, watching Frostbone suspiciously.
When we get outside, Hecate waves once before bolting off at what I would estimate is 200 mph.
I gasp. A witch?
Not that I can act so shocked...
I walk back in to see Frostbone leaving through the back. I need to follow him; I'm sure he's an assassin.
I concentrate, levitating slowly off the ground. I begin to silently follow Frostbone, making no sound as my feet are off the ground.
(July 19, 2016 - 6:36 pm)
Kir~
Hecate leaves the building. I follow, watching Frostbone suspiciously.
When we get outside, Hecate waves once before bolting off at what I would estimate is 200 mph.
I gasp. A witch?
Not that I can act so shocked...
I walk back in to see Frostbone leaving through the back. I need to follow him; I'm sure he's an assassin.
I concentrate, levitating slowly off the ground. I begin to silently follow Frostbone, making no sound as my feet are off the ground.
(July 19, 2016 - 6:36 pm)
~Finnola~
On the fifth day of my stay in Tritica, I'm sitting in the back of the Sleeping Hound minding my own business when suddenly a young thief of my acquaintance named Suzy barges in, shrieks, "Your Majesty! Thank the gods!" and faints dead away on the floor.
Naturally, I am somewhat nonplussed by this. I gesture at Hamish to lug Suzy up to my bedroom; he does so, slinging her slight, unconscious frame over his shoulder and heading for the stairs. I tell the bartender to get me something hot and spiced to aid her recovery, then ponder the situation. There's more than one thing odd about Suzy's abrupt appearance; not least among them is the fact that Suzy lives in Sheafstarn, working for the King's kitchens in order to steal his silver cutlery. What could make her show up here, at least two days' hard riding away?
The bartender hands me a steaming mug. I give him the requisite copper and walk upstairs to my rooms, where Hamish has already put Suzy up in my bed. We wait in silence, the scent of spiced rum wafting around the room, until she shudders and opens her eyes.
"'Zat for me?" she asks weakly of the rum. I nod and give it to her. A few sips later, her hands have quit shaking and the color has returned to her face.
"Now, what has you so hot and bothered that you came all the way to Tritica?"
Suzy takes a deep breath. "King Iberon is dying. Maybe. Somebody poisoned his wine. He's alive, but only just."
Hamish lets out a low whistle.
"And do you have any idea who did it, or how?"
"Scuttlebutt is, the winebearer did it. Dunno if it was an Ilaran plot, or if one of his nobles had a grudge, or what. Hel's moons, it could even have been one of the daughters paid to have her father knocked off, though I don't know why they would- they're not in line for the throne. I didn't stick around to check."
I frown, thinking hard. "Well, as it so happens, we know there's an Ilaran spy in the Ilwerian court somewhere, or possibly in the Army. He or she could have orchestrated this."
"Wait, how exactly do we know there's a spy?"
"Y'know that grain raid, for the Rogue here? There was a defecting Army guy with the convoy; he was carrying a message from the spy, containing information unavailable to anyone not in - or near - Ilwer's upper crust."
"But even supposin' we 'ad proof th'spy did it, which we don't," Hamish chimes in, "what would we do with th'information? Th'Rogue is a completely neutral party, ye said it yerself, Yer Majesty. While I like th'idea o' sellin' it t'the 'ighest bidder as much as th'next guy, we don't wanna be pickin' sides, now do we?"
Silence for a few moments. Then I blurt out, "Here's what we'll do."
Hamish and Suzy listen intently.
"Suzy, go back to Sheafstarn, listen around, find out everything you can about the King's condition and Ilara's activities. You probably haven't been missed in all the confusion, but to be on the safe side you better get back as fast as you can. Hamish, you and Elvira have the Rogue here. Oversee the last of the flour distribution. I'll be riding with Evam to Ilsveth. We can talk to the Rogue there, maybe let word get around that we have some valuable info relating to the war and the balance of power, and see who rises to the bait."
(July 19, 2016 - 8:39 pm)
I don't know what to write :(
(July 20, 2016 - 5:06 pm)
Here, Icy, does this help?
~|Irina|~
I gasp, trying to stay on my feet. Must hide. Cannot be found. A little girl is standing out front of the castle, gazing at it.
The eyes of one who wishes for something else. Something more. Something in me wants to reach out to her and pull her close.
But no. No doubt she is Ilwerese, and would soon rat me out to the authorities. I study her for a moment. Wait ... that ginger hair isn't common in Ilwer. She is Ilaran, no doubt about it.
But the question is, how did she get here? If she is Ilaran ... no. Must hide. My brain reminds me. I tear past her as she calls out, "Wait! Who are you? Where are you going?"
Sera. Sera's face appears right in front of me. Her red-brown hair, curling around her face. Her merry brown eyes. I collapse, unable to move. I just can't. The girl is right by my side now. "Are you alright? Should I get you to a doctor? I think I know someone who could help ..."
"No ..." I manage to croak out. "Don't ..."
(July 21, 2016 - 7:30 am)