#sov.start

[lordjameslandis]

“A joust, hmm?” Rick looked at the announcement that had been tacked up in the foyer of the castle. He was more comfortable with a sword than a lance, since he preferred a close-range fight and jousting seemed fairly tame, but it would be nice to have some light entertainment. Hearing the sound of footsteps, Rick pointed to the announcement without looking at who was approaching. “Do you think you’ll go to this?”

[magnus-blackhart]

Magnus was more than anything else, angry. He was angry because they were ambushed and because they had been unprepared and because the pirates were cowards. He was also concerned, he had been so focused in the battle he didn’t notice anything else and he didn’t know how Dan or Nico or Reyna were, he wanted to go to the infirmary but surely the healers were going crazy and he didn’t want to be on their way. “What is it.” He said when he felt a presence close to him.

[casscl-blog1]

blood covered the woman from head to toe, not her’s of course. anya had been running around the infirmary for the better part of the day after the jousting tournament. they were running out of ointment for burns and bandages for cuts and scrapes. “you,” she demanded, speaking to another nurse. “fetch me some more ointment and bandages! i do not care what you have to do, we need more!” the woman was never seen as domineering but as people were fighting for their lives inside the infirmary, she had to be as demanding as possible. at the entrance of the person, she quickly rushed to them. “no, i am sorry. we cannot have any visitors now. you may return at a later hour.”

[morrigansilverwind]

There wasn’t a tavern here in the New World, but there was a desire from the masses for ale and wine. If there was anything Morrigan knew it was that where there was a want for alcohol, there was a way and human ingenuity was a marvelous thing when put into action. Without an actual tavern to frequent, people constructed their own make shift version instead. It was only a few tents grouped together with some hastily crafted tables and stools but it was better than nothing and just as decent as any regular tavern run by commonfolk back home. Morrigan wasn’t a regular patron, but she found herself sitting at a table dead center with a pitcher of ale and a desire to unwind. She was in the process of pouring herself a cup when she felt a presence over her shoulder. She turned her head slightly. “Everything okay?”

[ellicn]

his fingers played with the petals of a dainty, purple flower. his eyes studying it, a small smile perched on his lips. it wasn’t until he heard another pair of footsteps in the garden that he began speaking. “flaahvra,” he whispered, though loud enough for the other to hear. “the elves once used these to poison their enemies. they’d crush the petals, make a serum and sneak it into their food. depending on the dosage, it can be quite deadly.” his eyes squinted some, inspecting the flower more. “i find it quite curious how something so beautiful can be so lethal,” ellion finally turned to the stranger, no traces of his smile. “don’t you?”

[kinghenrymontague-blog]

henry tallied the nights spent in the woods during a shift, and the days spent in the war council, and the other times in between training and spending time with his children, he counted that it had been a full week since he had slept for more than two hours. while this was hardly unusual — as he had been juggling his shifts and royal duties since he was eighteen — the stresses of the war weight on him and furthered his weariness.

it was early on morning, when henry was returning to the castle from the woods feeling just about how he looked — which was not very good, with raggedy clothes and disheveled hair, not to mention a few deep cuts on his face — that he heard soft footsteps behind him. with his senses still heightened from his shift, the noise was enough to drive him mad; but not as much as the thought that someone was following him.

“what is it?” henry said, his voice gravely and filled with anger as he slowly spun around to see who it was.

[princess-taliia]

“Are you out of your mind? “ Talia said taking a step back. “I am Princess Talia of Norden. Raise your hand to me again and it will be the last time you have hands.” Talia normal wasn’t the kind to name drop but she was livid...a sight that was rarely saw by others.,

[ofhuntrcss-blog]

“i am not a messenger. i do not work to carry your worries or concerns to the queen. if you want her to listen to what you have to say, perhaps grow a backbone and talk to her yourself. is is the least scary woman in this castle.” her words and tone are obvious toward her anger and annoyance at the other person.