#realm.event1

[iapetxs]

      “Thank you for taking time out of your day to meet with me, Lady Ogden,” Iapetus greeted, nodding to the young woman as she stepped inside the Balors’ quarters. The doors clicked shut and they were suddenly alone, her guards standing outside with his own like statues. (What a thought, what a thought; statues had gotten them into this, hadn’t they?) “Please, sit down.” He motioned to the seat across from him, tea and cakes sitting on the table between them as though to serve as a buffer.

[minalariviere]

shadow of a doubt || iapetus&medusa

for iapetxs

As Mina walked once again through the halls of the Keep, she tried to breathe deeply and calm herself down. What she had thoroughly schemed for a long time, had completely backfired and she was not happy about it. Her anger increased since then. Not only her target was alive, but also she had wiped out an innocent’s life. And there was something more; something she still had trouble accepting. 

The golden entrance was protected by two guards, who opened the doors to let her in. She simply stepped into the chamber and as soon as the gates were closed, her anger froze. 

Medusa saw his figure sitting by the fire. She was aware he probably knew it was her, and she knew what was coming next. She gave a few steps closer and stood by his side. There were no words to amend what went wrong, nor to convince him to trust her, and so she decided not to play games. 

“I’m sorry...” She honestly said, feeling as if the words were not spoken by her. She was not sorry for trying to kill Astrid, but for saying she wouldn’t do it and for how things had turned out for his children. “But you have to admit this is making some things easier. I can fix it.” 

[hamishvitello-blog]

the event

HAMISH VITELLO:

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With the death of the Crown Prince of the Seven Kingdoms, Antony and Alycia Vitello have vowed that they shall not rest until they find the culprits. They see their enemies everywhere – even among their oldest friends. They plan to question all, throwing those in the cells of the deepest dungeons for the night if they feel they do not gain a satisfactory answer. They intend to drag all those to trial who may hold a connection to the monster, and if a swift justice cannot be doled out there, they intend to do it themselves.

Needing a scapegoat, Antony turned his attention to his younger brother. Immediately believing him to be the cause of his suffering, the King offered no hesitation in publicly dragging him in front of the crowd and deeming him the problem before locking him in the dungeons as well. He is allowed few visitors and has been denied all rights to see the King. While they tell him his imprisonment will only last until the air settles, there is no way of knowing if that is a lie.

“It’s too easy to criticize a man when he’s out of favour, and to make him shoulder the blame for everybody else’s mistakes.” 

To Kill a King

His veins were as rivers swelled with monsoon and went as lined tendrils down his flesh. He clenched his jaw and with bared teeth he breathed heavy looking like hell and having that such rage as moves far deep under mountain and earth in oceans infernal and ancient as Earth itself. There was fire to his eyes if ever fire could be said to dwell within the eyes of man and down from them ran tears of sorrow and of pain but greatest of all, of rage.

Through such tears he came to stare down at his hands open before him. His jaw slacked and there was a sudden calm to all about as he looked on and reflected over that which was his body and all it had done and all it could do. His hands were still black with soot and there were over his arms linear lengths of skin that had been burnt in those early days of his apprenticeship to the castle smith but now were healed and smooth so that light seemed to catch over such defacements as it might over glass.

He tensed his muscles and they, wrought as they were from hammering metal against the anvil, bulged and he understood what new strength he had and all such violence he could do.

His fists clenched and unclenched and he began to shake. The Prince screamed and struck out against the cell door with a force heedless of pain. His knuckles cracked against the iron and blood bubbled up as he brought back his fist once more and struck once again his cell door thinking only his brother whom he loved but now loved no more.

“I’ll kill him!!!”

[asapemberley]

       the dungeons of the Keep, as expected, were not made for the faint of heart. only a little light graced it with its presence, while the cold seeped and settled into your bones. 

another interrogation had come and gone, and with it added bruises to count. perhaps, even more so, the way he purposely goaded them, eyes spitting fire and words filled with scorn. 

then, a shadow fell across his feet. the moment he cast his gaze upward, his bright ( brittle ) laughter ricocheted against the hard, stone walls. 

‘stoneshire. a pleasure.’

[minalariviere]

the event

MINA LARIVIERE:

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With the death of the Crown Prince of the Seven Kingdoms, Antony and Alycia Vitello have vowed that they shall not rest until they find the culprits. They see their enemies everywhere – even among their oldest friends. They plan to question all, throwing those in the cells of the deepest dungeons for the night if they feel they do not gain a satisfactory answer. They intend to drag all those to trial who may hold a connection to the monster, and if a swift justice cannot be doled out there, they intend to do it themselves.

While the King and Queen have no way of knowing she was involved and do not grant her more suspicion than they do others, there still remains the fact that the Lariviere sister is from the Waywyn – a place rooted in magic and lore. Because of fear of the magic they may wield, each sister was brought into questioning before spending the night in the cells beneath the Keep, if only to serve as a warning. 

“Beware the dark pool at the bottom of our hearts. In its icy, black depths dwell strange and twisted creatures; it is best not to disturb.” 

Faint Pulse

It was never safe to assume they knew nothing, so she tried to play the part once again. The mysterious priestess tried to help the guards as much as she could, answering with “the truth” to everything they asked -and such stupid questions they had-, and acting offended and distressed when they called her witch and pressured her to speak about magic. From what they said and asked, it was confirmed that they knew nothing. Her sisters were questioned as well as far as she knew, but she trusted they wouldn’t say a thing. 

Mina kneeled on the floor of her cell where she was supposed to spend the night. The enraged and painful screams of the prisoners echoed through the halls of the underground. She was not scared, nor angry. Mina was -strangely- calmed, but breathing heavily. 

Her thoughts revolved around one sentence. Only one death was mentioned. It didn’t make sense. She tried to remember each and every one of her steps. The guards, Portia, the baby, Athena… In a mirror? 

Mina clenched her jaw and remained silent. The possibility of Athena still being alive gave her a very bad feeling and confusion. At least, she had the night to think things through. 

[arthur-belfast-blog]

ARTHUR BELFAST:

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With the death of the Crown Prince of the Seven Kingdoms, Antony and Alycia Vitello have vowed that they shall not rest until they find the culprits. They see their enemies everywhere – even among their oldest friends. They plan to question all, throwing those in the cells of the deepest dungeons for the night if they feel they do not gain a satisfactory answer. They intend to drag all those to trial who may hold a connection to the monster, and if a swift justice cannot be doled out there, they intend to do it themselves. 

Being a knight has always meant the protection of others, and as chaos threatens to take over, it is more imperative than ever that he take to the streets with that purpose strong in his heart. While he was delayed by long, relentless questions, there is much to do on the streets of the Keep.

“Knighthood lies above eternity; it doesn’t live off fame, but rather deeds.”

THE RESPONSE: TREAD LIGHTLY IN THE DEN OF A LION.

YOU LIVE TO SERVE AND PROTECT. 

It was an oath that Arthur Belfast gladly and readily took when he was knighted. Yet there was something wrong about having to turn against the people. It was the decree of the King and the King’s word SHOULD be gold, but he felt like he was committing a crime. Throwing people in the dungeons and standing guard while comrades interrogated others… it was WRONG.

And when he finally got wind of Pierce’s arrest, he was FURIOUS and he was certain of his stance. He would not continue to serve a King punishing innocents because of his paranoia and grief. His people were suffering, not prospering like he promised they would when he took the throne. This was not the man he wanted to serve. This was not the man he wanted to protect. The fact the he put PIERCE SOMMERS of all people in prison was proof enough of his madness. No one in their right mind would suspect the knight of foul play—and that wasn’t just something he thought because he was his lover.

No, Ser Sommers was good down to the very bone.

Arthur would proceed to follow orders for now, but if there was ANY chance of freeing Pierce or any of the other prisoners, he would take it. He was afraid of the man he would become if he continued to follow blindly in the King’s footsteps. Word around in the shadows was that a certain WOMAN KING was starting a riot to overthrow the mad King.  

[charlene-balor]

the event

CHARLENE BALOR:

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With the death of the Crown Prince of the Seven Kingdoms, Antony and Alycia Vitello have vowed that they shall not rest until they find the culprits. They see their enemies everywhere – even among their oldest friends. They plan to question all, throwing those in the cells of the deepest dungeons for the night if they feel they do not gain a satisfactory answer. They intend to drag all those to trial who may hold a connection to the monster, and if a swift justice cannot be doled out there, they intend to do it themselves.

Even in his state, Antony would not be so mad to take on the head of the Balors directly. Instead, he went to the Lady and Lord Balor with a proposition: instead of marrying their son to the adopted daughter of a dead king, marrying him to the most sought after prize in the Realm – Halle Ogden. Allowing them to think they have all control, he hopes to keep the bond between Balor and Vitello while simultaneously eating away at their happiness. 

“When you know what a man wants, you know who he is, and how to move him.” 

[anniepemberley-blog]

the event

LEANNE PEMBERLEY:

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With the death of the Crown Prince of the Seven Kingdoms, Antony and Alycia Vitello have vowed that they shall not rest until they find the culprits. They see their enemies everywhere – even among their oldest friends. They plan to question all, throwing those in the cells of the deepest dungeons for the night if they feel they do not gain a satisfactory answer. They intend to drag all those to trial who may hold a connection to the monster, and if a swift justice cannot be doled out there, they intend to do it themselves.

While Leanne has shown no signs of disloyalty and bears no suspicions for the crimes committed, she is still being brought forward to serve as a witness to the potential criminals. She has a choice: to tell the truth and risk the wrath of the Mad King or tell him precisely what it is he longs to hear and condemn innocents to an unknown fate.

“The truth is rarely pure and never simple.” 

Response:

            Leanne’s handmaiden rushed to her side, speaking too quickly for her to comprehend any of the words. Her brows furrowed as she listened more carefully, and she made out two details: the crown prince was dead and her nephew had lost his mind. Making more enemies than his father ever had… 

            Zion had never crossed her, although he adored her too much to do so in the first place. He knew by the way she rode on horseback towards Highcrest, while the twins still in slept in her womb, and the way she fiercely guarded every single lock of golden hair upon their heads– that she was a force to be reckoned with. The young king knew of no such tales, and perhaps this was why he had thrown Asa into a FILTHY prisoner’s cell…

            Her thoughts quickly went to POISON and the pleasure of watching her precious nephew choke on the putrid remnants of the pheasant he had last. Ha! It was much easier to wage war. The Pemberleys certainly had enough gold and men. Even if her sister would be in danger, Leanne would rather attend the funeral of her sister than of her children. Could she also really be blamed to remain indifferent to the death of the woman who gave birth to the monstrosity that now occupied the THRONE?

            A single tear escaped the rim of her eyes, and she quickly wiped it away, along with the murderous thoughts that filled her mind.

            Leanne’s breaths were eerily even, and she shushed the frantic girl and told her to make them both some tea. Her handmaiden was better occupied with tea than dressing her today. Leanne unhurriedly slipped into her dress, and she brushed off her skirts of emerald green && gold as she stood. She tucked stray strands of her dark hair behind her ears. 

            She nodded for her guard to open the door, and once it was ajar, another guard stood in front of her. He handed her a note from the Mad King himself. She was to CODEMN both the innocent and the guilty to their deaths to please his highness.

            Leanne could not refuse him now, not with Asa caged like a savage animal. Her jaw clenched and her breath made an undetectable flutter as she thought of her son. She smiled wide enough for her cheeks to begin to tremble while she thanked the man. She excused herself and headed towards the dungeons. Her head was still high and a sea of green && gold silk trailed behind her, as she strode gracefully through the corridors.

                        She would show no weakness. 

                                She would not give anybody the satisfaction of watching her break.

                                        She was a PEMBERLEY.