1x1:::INK:::Mystic and Shells

[Shellpepper]

:::INK:::

Welcome, all, to the medieval world of Plexus. The founders hath intended to name it Pleus, for t'was thought that sounds kinda cool and semi-roman-y, but alas the dreaded Automus Correctos made it Plexus. So. Welcome to the Medieval world that is named after a system of veins and arteries. For I wish not to fight Automus every time I write this out.

Oh, Lord, I need a hobby.

Anyhoozie.

This is Plexus, a scantly inhabited medieval world that knows only one continent and a plethora of islands, none farther than one hundred miles from the coast, and many of which are volcanic. The rulers of this world dwell in two separate kingdoms that are divided from each other in the middle of the continent by a tall but narrow mountain range called the Tusks. The capital of each kingdom is as far as possible from that of the other, and the farther from each capital city you get- and the closer to the Tusks- the less patriotism is displayed. In fact, hardly anybody along the mountainous center line of the kingdoms even knows to which they belong: Mora, to the north, or Kar, to the south. Trading there is free and nationality is given very little thought. However, with little to no concern for nationality, there is also little to no concern for the law, as neither kingdom really enforces their own laws on the dangerous and distant Tusks. This has allowed a huge uprising of black markets, as well as a large population of wrong-doers and other "unwanteds" of society. When a criminal is banished from either kingdom, they rarely travel farther than the Tusks.

The inhabitants of Plexus are of a unique variety. While a majority of these people are just your basic human beings, for others size, shape, and color ranges from three to eight feet tall, aquatic to land dwelling to gifted with flight, and to any shade that can be found in nature. Those with these abnormal attributes all share one thing in common: tattoos. It's the tattoos that allow them to change their appearance, as well as (in more gifted cases) the world around them. The more bewitched ink one has, the more power. Most of those with powers are born with the tattoos, as after childhood comes to a close it becomes very dangerous- life threatening, even- to attempt to add ink to a body that is unfamiliar with magic. Two marked parents are likely to produce a marked child. Once the body has accepted magic, it will likely accept more ink, it's just a matter of finding an "artist" with the right skill set- who knows the right designs- and who can be afforded.

Unfortunately, as is the case when anybody has something that somebody else finds threatening, there are those who wish to destroy it. Once a movement that was localized only to the eastern most end of the Tusks, the self titled "purists" have now begun to infiltrate much of the mountain range, even slowly creeping through some of the kingdoms.
Obviously, they are antagonists.

So, those who wish to avoid being purged have a few options:
1. Go into hiding, or just hide your ink, assuming you haven't already been marked with appearance altering designs such as non-retractable wings or purple skin.
2. Some how get enough ink that you really don't have to worry about attackers, but there are few who can afford to be illustrated to that extent, excepting those with the right... connections. However, even fewer can physically stand the strain of using that kind of magic. The farther from the self the power is being used, and the larger the affect, the more energy it takes.
3. Seek help from the rulers of the kingdoms, though it's unclear just how likely assistance from either Kar or Mora will be.

<<<You decide where we make our plays Like... are we chillin in the castle of Mora or Kar and dealing with those politics of deciding what to do with the mountain scum or are we in the mountains or... what? haha >>>

[Shellpepper]

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Nationality:
Rank/Occupation/Class:
Appearance:
Personality:
History:
Tattoos:
Location:

Name:
Cole Spade
Age:
19
Gender:
Male
Nationality:
Well he was born in Mora, but... well, long story short he is Tuskan now
Rank/Occupation/Class:
Thief/Performer
Appearance:
Long-ish bright blonde hair and green eyes, tall and with long graceful fingers, typically a little worse for wear but still never without a grin.
Personality:
Cole is probably the happiest person alive. He takes the punches life throws at him with an accepting, "can't beat em join em" kind of mentality.
History:
Pretty generic, if you asked him. He's a wanderer, and a performer. He makes his money gambling and giving people a show.
Tattoos:
He's got an open eye in the middle of the palm of his right hand. When he touches another person, he gets a sort of premonition about their futures. For some people, he can actually see details far in advance. Most of the time, however, the more detailed he wants to get, the shorter his window from the present. Sometimes it doesn't work well at all, and he can only vaguely sense how the person will feel in the next couple minutes.
Location:
Docks along a Tuskan region of the coast.

Name:
Prince Sebastian / Bash
Age:
21
Gender:
Male
Nationality:
He's a son of Mora
Appearance:
Yes, I did take damn near everything in this profile from Reign lol but in my defense, their version of him is a pretty stock character and Torrance Coombs is one hellaciously attractive man when he's all done up and in character. Also, I love the name Sebastian for SO MANY OTHER REASONS than that show-- I actually have a cat named Sebastian, we call him Bash-Man lol

Personality:
Being younger than his brother (even if it was only by 8 months) Bash learned a lot from watching his brother's "mistakes" with their father. He wasn't born with a surplus of eagerness to win approval, which has earned him his fair share of their father's anger, but not enough to change his mind that seeking dad's approval would be more devastating than not caring about it. He is quiet but brilliant, and loves to work with his hands. He rarely speaks when their father is nearby, and never eagerly talks about the man. Though he is a legitimate son of the king, he's never wanted to be in training for the throne- he couldn't imagine being subjected to their father's ideals all day every day- so he's never shown a surplus of ambition to their father, except perhaps where weapons were involved. He spends his time hunting and riding, training and working- just not around their father. The only person he has ever truly liked has been his brother. He is fiercely loyal to Airen.
Tattoos:
Neeeeeewp. (nope... but... said annoyingly)
Location:
Castle/castle grounds of Mora

Name:
King Ike and Queen Adair
Age:
Um... Parent-aged?
Appearance:
Yay First Knight rofl

Personality:
He's the strong and hot headed king who sometimes forgets how to be a loving father, she's the exceptionally tender mother- er, queen- who makes up for her husbands occasional callousness.
History:
Well... He was a prince... he needed a wife... so he married a beautiful woman- daughter of a nobleman- from a nearby city.
Tattoos:
Kar doesn't discriminate, but the royal family is known to be mark-free... pure, if you will...
However, the thing about marrying somebody who isn't of royal blood... they may come with "attachments"... so... Yeah, Adair was born with a small mark low on her back. It really only emphasizes her singing, making her voice exceptionally lovely but also giving her vocal variety that most humans don't have. Her husband was unpleasantly surprised by it after the wedding, but he reluctantly accepted it. They kept it under wraps, though.
Location:
Kar, the capitol of the Southern Kingdom


Name:
Princess Isolde (Sol, because she made her nurse think of the sun as a baby)
Age:
18 - old for an unmarried princess, but she's been able to be picky.
Gender:
Female
Nationality:
Southern Kingdom
Appearance:

Personality:
Isolde is strong minded, but recognizes that her opinions shouldn't always be voiced. Her mother taught her to be gentle, her father taught her to be obedient, but they both loved her for being untamable. Her father thinks of her as a wild horse. She knows she is loved, but also that the only thing stronger than love is duty. Like most girls, she had a dream that she would marry for love like her parents seem to have done, but she has since accepted that she will marry for politics.
Tattoos:
(Un)fortunately, her mother's gift proved to be hereditary. She has the whimsical mark that allows her to make sounds that "normal" humans cannot, as well as a high, pure soprano singing voice on her right shoulder, and across her ribs on the left side there's a frilly rune that, she thinks, must simply be for enhanced balance. She never falls- at least not because of lost balance. She can always find her center.
Location:
Castle in Kar, preparing for the necessary journey to her husband.

Name:
Rye James Rettuc
Age:
20
Gender:
Male
Nationality:
He thinks of himself as nothing other than Tusk. He's never been far outside of this mountain range, and knows nowhere else. This is where he belongs.
Rank/Occupation/Class:
At best? He's a bandit. At worst? A murderer. He'll do whatever gets him money, because what gets him money gets him alcohol and alcohol lets him out of his own head.
Ironically enough, he takes jobs from the Purists pretty regularly. He figures they plan to kill him some day- and wishes them the best of luck in their endeavors- but for now they need him. He gets the job done.
Appearance:

Average/tall height, stocky/jacked build. He's got shaggy, thick black hair that hangs in front of his eyes pretty regularly. Dresses in dark clothing, as you can imagine, without much loose material because he lives in a forest and loose material is torn material. His ears have a multitude of piercings, each earring a product of his metal bending and there as much because he can use them as weapons as they are there because they look freaky to a lot of people and Rye is an intimidating dude.
Personality:
Rye is cold. Well, really he's full of fire and anger, but outwardly he's cold. He despises humans. They're all damned fools- and liars. The moment he finds one to change his mind is the moment he'll quit killing them off whenever the bid is right. People pay him well because he gets the job done well.
History:
Bad. Lots of pain, lots of anger, lots of reasons for why he hates everybody- and I mean everybody.
Tattoos:
He was born with one small mark for agility on the right side of his chest, but from various patrons, and a captor a long time ago, he's become kind of covered in them, though only on his back and arms because they are places that can be hidden should the need arise. Small, circular marks for each sense line his spine, and a huge one that allows him to manipulate pure metals stretches across his entire upper back and caps both arms like sleeves. That one had been expensive- worth a grand total of twenty-one lives, actually- and very, very painful. So much magic has killed people, but not Rye. Hell, at this point he could probably GIVE a tattoo like the witches do because he's got so much. It takes a toll, though. He feels weighted down by it because with so much power it draws on his physical and emotional resources even when he's not using it.
Location:
Tusks. Where else?

Name:
Arabella Ivy
Age:
19
Gender:
Female
Nationality:
She's pretty sure Moran... but she can't remember for sure, her parents didn't live long enough to tell her at an age where she could remember.
Rank/Occupation/Class:
She works at a tavern/inn providing music and alcohol to patrons but never more than that. There's hussies next door for that.
Appearance:
Well, it's Ara, so you know what she looks like lol

Personality:
Yeah, she's basically the same here as she was there... so... lol
History:
Orphaned when she was super little, she grew up, now she's here. She's not a complainer, but she still wonders if life can be better than what it is. She's tired of being lost, alone, and hunted.
Tattoos:
Substitute the gems on her neck for... idk... let's be cliché and say flying birds. rolf IDK, I'll figure out what she has in a bit, but it'll be on her neck, which gives her a hard time cuz it's hard to hide your freaking neck when Purists come around.
Location:
Tavern somewhere in the Tusks.

[XxMystic]

****** EDIT*****
(So weird annoying thing with my phone. ..when I copy and try to paste it has to be infront of all the other posts....psh it can't be normal and at the bottom in order. -_- I have to decide if I want to make Serena the sister or one of my other characters Alyssa...wow these are all new characters haha well mostly new)
Name: Alyssa
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Nationality: she was born in Kar, but left to the Tusks to fled from the purists.
Appearance: Alyssa is an average built girl, with brown wavy hair reaching down to the middle of her back. Alyssa has green eyes and a friendly smile.
Personality: Alyssa is a very loyal, brave, sometimes reckless kind of girl. She's friendly, playful, and can be fun to be around. With that said she knows how to hold her own and can be feisty. Alyssa will take up for others, but usually likes to observe the situation first.
Strengths: Her friendliness earns her friends, she doesn't seem the type to be able to hold her own so that suprise often serves her well. She's clever as well.
Weaknesses: she lacks strength.
Tattoos/Marks: She has a helm of a ship on her ankle. Her father used to work at sea so it was passed down. So water/sea life/ships come natural to her. As well as making it Captain of her ship.
Other:making dock around kar



Name: Titus
Age: late 20's
Gender: Male
Rank/Occupation/class: Law enforcer
Appearance: heavy duty built. Titus is a very strong man who has dirty blonde short shaven hair with brown eyes. Strangers know better then to pick a fight with this guy. He wears good armor with various weapons equipped you know he means business. Titus has a scar that's easily noticeable(which makes his 'victims' remember him more) it runs from the side of his jaw down to his neck.
Personality: Titus is a man of a strong belief of getting the job done. He is determined to finish it at whatever cost. He has I suppose...a fun nature. He tends to like to 'play' with his victims. Apart from being very determined, he is also loyal.Titus started out wanting to join in one of the kingdom's but be found his place among the law enforcers instead.
Strengths: He is strong, and a well trained law enforcer favorite weapon of choice: [img https://www.google.com/search?q=chain+a ... 3B1600/img]
Weaknesses: since he is well muscled up and relies on his strength, Titus isn't very agile and isnt the quickest person.
Tattoos/Marks: A big lion on his chest. For strength and natural fighter
Other: like himself he has a heavy duty war dog, named Titan


Name: Nicolas(Nic)
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Rank/Occupation/class one of the 'Mountain people'/Tusk
Nationality: He's always considered the Tusks as his rightful home.
Appearance: Nic is smaller framed than your average guy, but that doesn't mean he's not quick. His lean tall body allows him to easily adapt to most situations.Nic had dark blonde hair, a charismatic smile, and hazel eyes. Other than that he's a sharp clean guy.
Personality: Nic is an easy going guy, who usually goes with the flow. Granted sometimes he doesn't pay attention and is always drifting off to somewhere/something new. Nic isn't one known to be serious, he actually always tried to find something to joke about and keep things 'light' he is a kind spirited guy. However he can be a con if he tries and likes to 'out smart' or 'snake' his way around things.
Tattoos/Markings: As far as markings go, Nic has a black snake just your typical 's' shape on his wrist. He wears two 'gauntlets/short bracers to hide it. The mark just allows him to 'talk' his way out of things (but he uses it with caution since his mark could come off as being deceptive...which yes he sometimes is but usually under dire circumstances. The mark also helps him to adapt to his surroundings quickly, if he needed to 'disappear.
Strengths His personality over all being a 'go lucky' guy earns him friends pretty easily. He's good at 'talking' his way out of things, and can be clever.
Weaknesses He doesn't have much experience with weapons. And isn't the strongest guy around.
Other Located: hanging around the Tusk area


Name: Serena
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Rank/Occupation/Class: Princess of Kar
Nationality: Kar
Appearance: Serena is athletic and pretty much average built. She has an outward appearance that says she's BA and wont put up with any disrespect or trouble. Serena has redish/brown hair that reaches her shoulder blades, her eyes are green. She wears well fitted clothing along with a cloak for stealth reasons
Personality: Serena is highly adventurous, but can be a bit of a loner. She doesn't hardly let fear get to her which can sometimes get her into trouble at times by being too naïve. She is a strong 'soldier' at heart and would easily risk her own life for others. She's strong willed, and will often easily speak her mind. If she doesn't know you, she can be seen as stand offish, but once she softens up she is a great person to have on your side. She isn't afraid to take action, and will take up for others. Shes is a spit fire.
Tattoos/Markings: Serena has a mark on the back of her shoulder. A tree (not too big) symbolizing nature. It allows her to manipulate the weather (very minor) and she's close to 'animals'/nature benefiting her tracking skills allowing her to 'see' where her 'target' has been. But only if she finds something that once belonged to them first.
Strengths She is well trained in combat, she's quick on her feet, and her best weapon/favorite is a bow(long range) and two daggers (for up close)
Weaknesses she scared of drowning/big bodies of water so you won't see her crossing any lands or swimming. She will do anything for her family.
Other Her horse is named Stone (pic not mine)



Name: Magnus
Age: 40's
Gender: Male
Rank/Occupation/class: King of Mora
Appearance: Magnus is a tall man, standing around at 6'5. He has brown clean cut hair with a little stubbled 'beard' specked with white from age. His attire usually includes dark shades of colers, which fits his Personality. Magnus, being king of Mora, has a golden crown incrested with various jewels. You never see him without it.
Personality: Magnus is rumored to be a a strict king who doesn't tolerate nonsense...those rumors are based outside of the castle walls, but inside the walls, those 'rumors' sound good compared to the ones that have to endure him inside the castle. Magnus is a cruel man to all his subjects including his family. He's laid his hands on his sons multiple times.
Strengths: His temper. That puts fear in those that come around him. He can easily get his way of course being King but, his temper enforces that. His guards and army are loyal to him some in fear but others actually like him. Magnus is strong and skilled as a swordsman but he would rather have his subjects do the dirty work for him.
Weaknesses:
The subjects that are actually brave enough to hate him.
Tattoos/Markings
Other: Magnus Family: His two sons: Sebastian and Airen


Name: Airen
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Rank/Occupation/Class: Prince of Mora
Appearance: Airen is nicely built, not too thin, not too muscular. Airen has blue eyes, and black med. length hair. He is average height and is a handsome young man. He is usually dressed in mainly black.
Personality: Airen spent a lot of his time training with his father learning swords-manship. Airen keeps to himself a lot, he can seem stand offish. Airen Is usually all about training and work. Once you break down some of Airens walls he is a very kind and caring person. Airen being born from one of the kings mistresses, was 'privileged' enough to grow up in the castle walls, learning all that must be learned as an heir. Although he is the oldest(living) and supposed to be Magnus's heir to the throne, Magnus and Airen have a more of a love hate relationship and his father is constantly threatening him.
Strengths: Sword, tracking, and stealth. He can be a good leader if he chooses to but he likes to stay to himself. Not everyone likes him since he's the kings half son.
Weakness: He can seem standoffish a lot and can be too soft. Even though he does a lot of the kings dirty work he has never enjoyed it and it tends to haunt him in his dreams. Other than that he doesn't enjoy the pressure of being the kings son. His family can be another weakness he would do anything for them. And of course being only half royal tends he tends to have a target on his back.
Tattoos/Marks An eagle in flight in between his shoulder blades. He doesn't think much of it. Real meaning: it magnifies his need to protect his friends and family and the kingdom. He's a good observer^)
Other: Family: King Magnus is his father. His brother Is Sebastian. Location: Castle of Mora

[XxMystic]

(I'm ready when you are btw ^.^ may bring in other characters later))

[Shellpepper]

Hey
I'll post soon I'm distracted right now cuz I'm actually in a different state for a wedding at which I'm singing.

[Shellpepper]

I'm thinking mid morning, just so ya know ^^

Sebastian / Mora / Castle Grounds

Bash sat very quietly on the back of his favorite horse Griff, his leg crossed over the black animal's withers so his arms could rest on his leg. With his back to a thick yet outwardly orderly tree line, he watched the pond in front of him as it... did absolutely nothing. Still, the silence of the well groomed little pond was better than whatever princely activity his father had planned, and Bash had too much on his mind to deal with the king today.
He'd spoken with the stable boys before going for his ride, and was praying that the rumor they had heard was just that- a rumor. He needed to talk to his brother. If their father really intended to make them marry princesses, it might actually be the first time in a very long while that Bash openly argued with the king. He hadn't seen the princesses, but everybody had heard the typical princess-y rumors of incomparable beauty and grace and blah blah blah. Nonsense. Court ladies tended to be all the same, and they were all spoiled, silly little girls. Not that he held any particular grudge against any of them, but he wasn't interested in marrying one. He scratched the back of his neck and sighed for probably the hundredth time before he swung his leg back over the horse and turned Griff back towards the woods.


Ike and Adair / Kar / Throne Room

Adair worried at a small stone she rubbed between her hands. It was a lovely little thing, smoothed by the waters of a stream that ran through the castle grounds. The girls had given it to her when they were very young because they admired it's purple color. She tried very hard to refrain from pacing and instead kept her long, slender fingers moving over her worry stone. "There has to be another way," she said to her husband, certain he must be tired of the phrase by now.
"Adair, this is the way," he sighed, looking at the long letter of acceptance on his desk. "The girls will be happy to be of service." The queen shot him a furious look but said nothing for a moment.
"Of service," she repeated with contempt.
Ike stood up and walked to his queen. "My dear, when I first came to your father's home you looked at me the same way you are now," he reminded her. "I thought surely you'd never warm up to me, but here we stand, two decades later."
Adair sighed. She had been lucky when her father gave her to Ike, and had been sure she loved him before they even married. She did not like the poor odds that her daughters would be so lucky- especially not with Moran princes! However, she could tell that her husband had made up his mind.
"Invite them here," she said. "Bring them here for a festival in their honor. Let the children at least meet before we ship our daughters off to-" she cleared her throat because tears were choking her a bit. "Before we send the girls to Mora."
Ike sighed. "I don't think they'll accept, Adair," he said patiently. "Would you let me accept an invitation to leave Kar abandoned in favor of a party in the home of someone we once considered an enemy?"
"They are still our enemies," Adair argued.
"Not after the wedding, Adair!" Ike snapped, exasperated. "The girls are going to marry the princes of Mora, and that's the end of it."
Adair shook her head and looked down.
"We can't afford a war with them," the king sighed, feeling instantly sorry for being harsh with his queen. "Certainly we could win one, but think of the lives a simple marriage could save."

Isolde / Kar / Outside the Throne Room

Sol stood stoically across the hall from the throne room, cracking her knuckles because she knew what the conversation on the other side of the door was. She was very anxious about this possible linking of the nations, mostly because the thought of marrying anybody related to the awful king of Mora sent a slight tremor down her spine.

Arabella / Tusks / Tavern in a central town

Arabella stepped out of the tavern with a bucket in her hand and looked at her dog, Jax. He lay in the sparse grass just outside the door with his tongue hanging from his mouth as he carelessly watched passers by. She shook her head, amused by him, and smiled as she started walking toward the well that was a few hundred meters up the hill from the bar- just past the last of the houses. "Come on, mutt," she said to the ginger colored dog. She tugged at the scarf around her neck, but didn't dare remove it. Rumors had been circling about a small group of Purists heading their way, and she wasn't about to risk another attempt on her life because of the birds on her neck. If she was smarter, she might avoid the little towns that were spattered throughout the Tusks, but as of now she was tentatively working under the "safety in numbers" clause.

Rye / Tusks / Somewhere in the Woods

Rye jerked a bit in his sleep before he woke with a sharp inhale. He sat bolt upright, a dagger already pulled from his sleeve and in his hand. He scanned his surroundings quickly but found nothing of interest until his eyes drifted back to the ground beside him, and the red haired girl who lay tangled in a pile of clothes and his blankets. She must have woken him, but she was still asleep. He rubbed his face with a dirty hand and stood up, wavering slightly. Must not be sober yet, he thought irritably. He put together his things and saddled up his horse, then pulled his shirt from the pile of fabric that covered the girl and put it on. Without thinking much about it, he rekindled the fire and made sure there was something for her to eat beside it. Finally, he counted his money to make sure she hadn't taken any and mounted up, leaving his blanket and bedding with her. He didn't really care about anything he was leaving behind- including the girl whose name he didn't know. He'd get more of everything in the next town, anyway.

[Shellpepper]

finished for now haha

[XxMystic]

(Great! How'd the singing go at the wedding? I would be so nervous! I'm glad we didn't start this till now haha I've been crazy busy latley and today is the first day I can actually sit down and relax lol sort of anyway I got sunburned so bad horseback riding down some really cool trails and now it hurts to even move my shoulders. ..-_- one of the worst sunburns I've gotten ...so far anyway but hey nice tan! Haha))

~Airen/Mora/castle throne room AND King Magnus~

Airen was hoping what he had heard was just another pointless ramble of the kings. Airen knew how his father worked, one day he'd be talking about causing a war, or sending one of his trusted guards to kill a poor soul who simply gave him a dirty look. yet the next day he would be signing a contract with one of his victims, of course the deal would benefit the king not so much the victim. King Magnus always planning something...Airen rolled his shoulders back in attempt to release the tension his whole body seemed to hold. Well one way to find out for sure. Airen opened the tall brass doors, leading into the throne room, where Magnus had been all day talking to his most trusted companions. The king looked up with a scowl, thinking it was some random visitor who dared to come in unannounced. His scowl however turned into a huge grin, as he left a near by table where he and the others were gathered. "My son! Great timing! I have some wonderful news to share with you and your brother." He said walking towards Airen and patting his shoulder roughly. Well atleast he was in a good mood today...but of course you could never trust his mood would stay that way. Always changing, just like everything else Magnus does. "Come have a drink with me!" Airen followed behind Magnus not arguing with him to jump to the point. A servent quickly came by, her head bowed with her eyes looking to the floor. In her hands she held a silver platter with two goblets with wine. Magnus took the drinks, dismissing the young girl, and handing Airen his glass. Airen took the goblet cautiously, looking Into the red liquid and stirring it around. He had to admit he was always cautious about taking any food or drink from his father. He had already threatened to posion him a few times already, along with his brother. "We have been given a great opportunity. To join our kingdom with Kar. And of course by doing so you and your brother will be wed to the two princesses." Magnus said expecting Airen to smile gleefully. However Airens brows were knitted thinking of what his father had agreed to do with the other kingdom. Choosing his words carefully, Airen cleared his throat to speak. "Father, are you sure this is wise? Joining the two kingdoms together, making the land whole? Mora and Kar have been split since the finding of our land." Magnus smile decreased slightly. "Exactly. We now have one of the greatest opportunities to fix that." Magnus said who also was choosing is words wisely. "Where is your brother? We will speak no more till he is here with you to hear this great news! You! Guard! Go fetch Bash." And with that the guard scurried off asking around for Prince Sebastian, until he reached the stable where a stable boy pointed to the direction of the prince. The guard took a ready horse and bolted after in the direction the stable hand pointed. Hoping to come across him quickly, it was not a good thing to keep the king waiting. "Prince Sebastian! " the guard called out several times. "King Magnus would like to see you immediately." The stocky guard said seeing a horse and rider ahead, hoping it was the prince. (You can play the guard if you want leading him back or whatevs.)

~Serena/Kar/outside the castle~

Serena pulled her hood down revealing her redish brown hair, that was in a messy loose braid. She walked along the damp forest ground, breathing in the air. She was definitely an outdoor girl. Her mark of the tree along her shoulder blade was loosely revealed, after taking her cloak off(which she would hide again when coming out of the forest) The forest air was something that she could always 'relay' on to ease her mind or simply being able to relax. Stone was following behind her nudging her arm to sped up. serena looked back at her handsome horse and pushed his nose back. "Yea yea I know friend, its been a long trip. " she replied getting her head out of the clouds and taking one of the many short cuts through the the dense forest. Lucky for her she didn't have to worry about anything on these short cuts, just the usual run aways or bandits which she could also usually deal with just fine. Stone and Serena had 'snuck out' early in the middle of the night to go for a hunt. It was longer than she had expected to be out due to some distractions. After tracking a deer she had come across a camp of bandits. There were only 2, but she had to admit they put up quite the fight. Being her usual adventurous and 'no worries' about danger self, she ransacked the camp, leaving the two bandits tied to some trees for someone else to find. Her 'identity was safe' especially since she looked far away from royal right now. She had forest debris all over her, her hair was a disaster, not including a few cuts and bruises along her arms. However it was all worth it, she got a 'victory' out of the bandits camp, gold, and even a deer the bandits were preparing. Stone and Serena reached the stable, with her usual stable hand, Jared. He had always tended to Stone when needed and always had him prepared for her. Although she usually tried to care for her own horse as much as she could. Jared gave a friendly grin taking Stones reigns. "The hunt went well I see." He said nodding to the buck that was on Stones back dripping blood all down his sides. "Oh you have no idea." She smirked. Jared had always been a close friend of hers, always aware of her little antics. The blond haired young man nodded. "Yea..sorry I would clean him up but I'm already later then I thought I would be..." she said handing him a few extra coins from her raid with an apologetic look. Jared of course didn't mind at all as he took the deer off for another stable boy to carry off. Serena entered the castle, roaming the halls releasing her hair and brushing as much debri and dirt she could. She stopped seeing her sister in front of a door looking worried. "What's wrong now sister? " she asked approaching her, holding her hands up in a gesture that said "yea I know I'm filthy" but stopped half way as she realized she still had blood on her hands. "It's from a deer I promise! ....well most of it." She smirked shrugging her shoulder, this was nothing out of the ordinary.

~Nic/Tusk/Tavern~
Nic trudged on the path he was following all morning until he finally reached the Tavern. The horse he had 'borrowed' spooked and threw him off...making his way back down the trail until Nic could no longer see him. He was planning on returning the horse but not anymore. If the beast got lost it was from his own doing. Walking into the Tavern the lovely usual smell swarmed around him. He took comfort of the smell. Finding an empty table, Nic kicked his shoes off, and Jacket plopping down, with his feet propped up on a near by chair. He was tired, mainly sore, but a nice drink and some food would serve him well. He looked around seeing a woman with a dog following her around, assuming she worked here he whistled out waving his hand quickly over. He didn't see many woman working at Taverns, unless it was for a certain kind of company. Alas this woman looked way more decent than those type. Yep food and wine sounded good to him right now.

~Titus~
(Will be one of those characters I'll bring out when needed or whatever ^.^)

Im going to go ahead and bring Alyssa in, info in my forum page now
~Alyssa/Kar/dock~
Alyssa walked across the plank from her ship to the dock of Kar. Her brown wavy hair neatly kept and her hat, shading over half of her face. Her crew had just finished bringing in some supplies from one of the many islands that surrounded them. From then her crew would send crates to Mora, Kar, and even the Tusk area and would of course either get needed supplies in return, or money. She had already given orders to the crew and decided to go ahead and take her break. Perhaps she would run into a tavern or find some place to hang around. Alyssa just let her feet lead her, while her mind was at ease, she let her 'feet' decide where to take her this time.

[Shellpepper]

The wedding was great! I am having some trouble with allergies so I didn't get as full a sound on the higher notes as I'd have liked, but it was fine The ceremony and everything was absolutely gorgeous- and the food, oh! the food <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

And about the copying thing, you have no idea how frequently I used to do that to myself Back when I was on here for a few hours a day I probably lost half of my posts at least once on accident lol I understand!

[XxMystic]

(Thats great! Not the allergy part of course though haha. Yea I do it all the time its ridiculous how many times my posts have disappeared haha maybe one day I wont have issues haha it happens way too much anyway I finished my post lol it cant disappear anywhere now >:)