#monarchy:start

[ofshadcw]

OPEN: TIME: A DAY OR TWO AFTER THE ATTACK LOCATION: TRAINING GROUNDS

The attack had been like a gift from the gods, if she hadn’t sworn an oath to her king and the fellow shadow knights she would have left Welkin and returned to Wheldrake. The skirmish had unleashed something in her that she had been craving, missing even. The violence and chaos of battle, her magic at its unbridled potential. But following this attack she’d simply been told to stand down, the council simply wished her to walk away and return to docility. 

She was somewhere in the lower third of the city, in a small training area, she’d found herself here almost immediately after the battle, so much pent up frustration left behind. With her familiar twin swords she’d destroyed the prop dummies that had been stood out of her. Only stopping to kick one on the ground in annoyance. Hearing the gravel shift beneath someone's foot she turned with a rather disapproving look. “If you sneak up on armed people you might just lose a limb.”

[ofhcaling]

OPEN: LOCATION: main hall TIME: after the fighting began

Nell had never been one to fight, she didn’t know the first thing about combat which is why she’d been helping people since the fighting began. She’d been around battle wounds before, in the healing camps of Gullivere, but being in a camp and being in the midst of a battle were two very different things. Everything overwhelmed her senses, the noise of swords clashing, people yelling and screaming, that awful metallic tang in the air that spoke volumes of the blood shed thus far. 

It was only as she stopped healing someone who had passed that she felt a presence behind her. Stumbling to her feet, she grabbed the fallen fighters sword, gods it was heavier than she thought. Lifting the tip she pointed at whoever lingered nearby, bloodstained hands shaking.

“Who are you and what do you want?”

[ofblxxdarchived]

"Do you think he knows a bird shat down his entire back?” Rhea asked as eyes followed the man walking through a small sea of people. Was it a vile point of conversation? Perhaps anyway else –– but in this random Welkin tavern? It was likely standard fare. As was the ale Rhea was drinking. Unimpressive but satisfying enough. She took another swig and glanced around the tavern, eyes drifting over and catching on different things and people with each pass. “Or do you think ignorance is a kindness given by not saying anything at all?” 

[princelywoe]

// SECRET DAGGERS IN SILK CORSETS \\

OH DEAR. she was completely lost. her large eyes looked around, like a doe. was it obvious that this was her first time out of freyr? oh no. she had lost her lady? perhaps. she was hopeless okay. fuck. now where was she? a long sigh left her as she leaned on the stone wall. was this a garden? fuck if she knew anymore. she felt eyes on her. she glanced over before glancing away. only to glance back over. “i’m lost okay. don’t judge me.”

[andbcne-archive]

      location: welkin apothecary.       status: open.

      lips pursed at the healer in question, a salve clutched between their fingers as they smeared and spread the herbal concoction into aymeric’s palm, none too lightly, either. the shadow knight’s lips pursed, one brow quirked at the ministrations of the small, old woman while she dutifully worked her mixture against the marks there ---three jagged scars across the center of his hand, one cut much more fresh than the others, where it seemed they had been opened and reopened time and again. whatever she mixed smelled foul, but the suggestion to come here was not a light one and she came recommended. even if it was starting to sting.

      “ careful, woman. you’re handling a knight’s hands, not beating on an old rug to remove dirt. ” he murmured when she pressed into the wound, though his eyes lingered by the nearby patron, something close to apologetic in their gaze (if he were capable of sincere apologies).  “ run, very far away, before she brutalizes you, too. ” a tale of caution - perhaps heedless advice, given comically nonetheless.

[highseers]

open starter location: welkin keep’s library

ALYSANNE WAS SAT at a table near the hearth, deck of tarot cards in hand. though tarot had never been one of her special abilities, she was taught to learn it’s mysteries early on in life, to prepare for her eventual inauguration as high seer. she hadn’t touched them in years, though the boredom she felt without her abilities made her yearn for the cards. she shuffled them, eyes closed as she let her energy flow through the cards. after a moment, she turned the first one, revealing the devil, the fifteenth card of the deck. looking up, the brunette saw another hovering over her. she glanced down at the cards again with a sigh. “well, that can’t be good news.” she finally said. “no guarantee that was meant for you, however. divination works in oddly frustrating ways. would you like a reading? usually people pay good money for the high seer, but i’m feeling generous.”

[ofshadcw]

OPEN: LOCATION: STABLES

Kana had been out for a ride in the early hours of the morning, so early that it had still been dark, her favourite time, well anytime the sun wasn’t up was her favourite time in truth. Leading her horse to the water troughs she left him in the capable hands of the stable hands. There was someone standing at the edge of the city, staring at the sun rising. 

“It’s the same sun as yesterday, what is so fascinating?” She had briefly considered that perhaps they wanted to make themselves blind so as not to witness these useless peace negotiations, but there were far easier ways to achieve that result.

[ofhcaling]

OPEN: TIME: DAY AFTER THE ATTACK LOCATION: A COURTYARD NEAR THE KEEP

Magic had come back the night of the attack, the city was abuzz with people talking about it, people using their magic here and there. Nell never had the misfortune of losing it completely but it had been dulled by the councils control. Since then she’d been offering her help to those that needed it, helping healers from varying nations, mostly her own people, and running out on house calls for people that didn’t want to leave the safety of their homes.

Nell had been pushing herself so hard, not wanting anyone to feel like they weren’t worth the effort of a little magic, but she knew she was nearing her capacity when she stepped back to take a small break. Standing in the courtyard she wiped the sweat from her forehead, sitting down in the grass it wasn’t long before a shadow of a figure eclipsed her. “Are you well?” Polite till the end.