Starfall-Human & Creature Fantasy RP(late medieval) semilit

[azhefa.]

Age: 357 years
Gender: Female
Species: Fire Dragon
Alliegance: Legion
Rank: Dragon
Mate: None
With: King Joseph

The dragon watches the theif and then the Queen, snorting softly as she decides that she wasn't needed anymore. Ember makes a deep rumbling sound as she backs out of the room and down the hall, the Queen was more than capable of defending herself, besides she doesn't want the dragon in the room anyway. She shakes head a little with a huff as she goes down the stairs, still rather hurt that the Queen doesn't like her, she did nothing to deserve such disgust. Ember flicks her wings out a little as she walks back to the meeting room, pulling them back in as she enters the room so she doesn't hit anyone with them. She trudges back to King Joseph's chair and curls back around it, putting her head in his lap once more. She speaks with a voice like fresh spun silk, a smooth and light contrast to her deep rumbles and growls she normally makes, "It seems a theif tried to wonder off with one of your golden trinkets, knocking over another in his haste, the Queen is with him now and has everything under control I believe." The dragon speaks to Joseph with her mind, a rare thing which would be rarer still if she spoke with her mouth like she could, but chooses not to since her silence is alot more frightening to other people.

[Dark.]

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Kᴀᴛᴀʟɪɴᴀ Bʀᴀᴅsʜᴀᴡ
Qᴜᴇᴇɴ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Lᴇɢɪᴏɴ
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Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ: Kat
Aɢᴇ: 32
Fᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ: Legion
Rᴀᴄᴇ: Human

Katalina listened closely to what the thief had to say. He certainly made an offer she couldn't refuse, though she was careful to keep her face calm and unreadable. She was about to speak when she heard the dragon shift behind her, leaving the room. A small frowned appeared on her face; it looks like the guards or even the King may soon be notified by Regulus' presence.

"You would be more use to me alive than dead." her voice matched his; almost a purr. She hesitated, seeming to take a long time deliberating. Of course, this was all an act, to try and make him squirm; the offer of having her own eyes and ears outside the castle was too good to refuse, "You work for me understand, not my husband. Me. Though you musn't let anyone know." It would do her no favors to be seen having a catspaw working outside the Great Keep.

She stepped closer, a smirk dancing across her lips, "I want information on anything; the Highborne's, the Caller's, citizens. Any snippet of information worth knowing. You will be paid good coin. However, you bring me that thing, the piece of the Star that fell in the King's Plaza today..." she took another haf-stepped forward and allowed her fingertips to brush over the leather coat on his chest, "Rest assured, you will be very well-paid."

Turning on her heel, she spoke with a little more urgency, walking towards the doorway and glancing down the corridor, "Keep the statue - as a sign of good will. I never liked it anyway. There is a room down the corridor - my study - It has a large glass window that opens outwards onto the King's Plaza. It's not an easy descent from this far up but the wall is concealed from most viewpoints by a large turret." She paused and half-turned, "And I feel you are no stranger to climbing walls are you? Should you succeed in finding information, you can reach me again this way; the study is mine - the King rarely enters it. " Her tone had an undertone of urgency. She was about to let him go but she hesitated, "Your name if you please. So that I know who to ask for should you betray me." Her voice had turned cold and serious, a hidden threat emerging.

[Keriae]

➸ ＲＥＧＵＬＵＳ ＣＬＥＭＥＮＴ－ＤＡＶＩＥＳ
human;; male;; nineteen;; no allegiance;; no shards
❝ If you don't hunt it down and kill it, it will hunt you down and kill you. ❞

In a moment, the deal was struck and he was employed to the Queen of the Legion. At least it as her, and not the King; she was dangerous, seductive, controlling, yes, but she wouldn't hold quite as high a station as her husband, having not been born into the Royal family. She could still have him executed for the slightest slip up, but he could simply refuse to give information in that situation and she would loose a vital cord of knowing any and all information, and wouldn't be able to gain it back. All he had to do was find out important information and relay it back to her for good coin. Find that part of the star that the Dyre had run off with and he'd get paid more than he could imagine. A very good deal. Regulus gave a slight incline of his head to show he was in agreement and didn't move when the pads of her fingers pressed against the leather of his coat. Then she turned away and paused.

He could keep the statue, which meant he could give it to the duke and receive his pay, if he wanted. He couldn't leave it laying around in his room at an inn, for some idiot would steal it. "Thank you," he placed it back in the sack quickly, making up his mind he would go to the duke as soon as he got out; it was a commission, and so he had to. Listening intently as the Queen continued to speak, he prepared himself silently for the climb to come. Climbing down was always harder, but as she said, he was no stranger to it. And then she demanded his name in a cold voice. Stepping forwards to stand in front of her, Regulus bowed once more, wrapping his larger hand around her dainty one and pressing a kiss to her knuckles. "Regulus Clement-Davies. I assure you, I am no betrayer. I will return in three days through the way you have stated at eight in the evening." With that, the master thief was gone, quickly locating the right room for the door was wide open. With quick footsteps, he opened the window and exited, holding onto small holes in the brick, balls of his feet pressed against the stone.

[Dark.]

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Kᴀᴛᴀʟɪɴᴀ Bʀᴀᴅsʜᴀᴡ
Qᴜᴇᴇɴ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Lᴇɢɪᴏɴ
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Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ: Kat
Aɢᴇ: 32
Fᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ: Legion
Rᴀᴄᴇ: Human

Regulus Clement-Davies. Katalina watched as he snuck off down the corridor towards her study. She repeated it thrice in her head, etching the name into her memory. Only then did she allow herself a smug half-smile of satisfaction. She had bought herself informant, a way of knowing what was going on; someone to act on her behalf. The taste was sweet in her mouth.

Kat listened intently, waiting for the exact moment when the window in her study opened. It was far down the corridor, however she was well accustomed to the slight clack. As soon as she heard the latch go, Kat slowly counted to twenty in her head.

Nineteen, twenty.

Reaching up, she tore the right shoulder of her fine silken gown. The fabric tore in one quick sweep with a satisfying scratching sound. Next, Kat reached up into her pristine hair and combed her fingers through it, giving the intricate design a ruffled, unkempt look. She was positive that Regulus would have had enough time to scale most of the wall by now. Hesitating, she took a deep breath before running into the corridor and yelling, "Guards! Guards!"

A pair of footmen ran up the stairs, appearing on the landing. This was something she had to do, in order to not raise suspicions. Lunging forward she wrapped her arms around the nearest. Letting out hysterical sobs, she pointed a shaking hand into the chamber, "A..a...thief...in the CASTLE!" she paused, clinging onto the footsoldier tighter, "He s-stole a s-statue and s..shot..." she broke of letting out a sob as she pointed to the poor dog.

One of the footmen grabbed her shoulders gently, "Your Highness, did you see where the thief went?" Katelina shook her head miserably, gesturing weakly at her torn dress, "I was too scared to concentrate. I was so fearful I thought I might feint."

One of the guards grunted and began to search the rooms along the corridor. Katelina held the other one where he was, burying her head into his shoulder as she concealed the smug grin that had formed on her lips.

[Keriae]

➸ ＲＥＧＵＬＵＳ ＣＬＥＭＥＮＴ－ＤＡＶＩＥＳ
human;; male;; nineteen;; no allegiance;; no shards
❝ If you don't hunt it down and kill it, it will hunt you down and kill you. ❞

Unlike the vines before, the wall had no plant life to ease his journey back to the ground and some of the stone, painfully cold to the touch, flaked away under his grip. His feet were at an odd ankle to make sure he had grip, and before long he would find himself falling to his death. Above him, he could only just hear the Queen's call for the guards, quickly followed by the racket they made as they searched for him. But Lady Luck suddenly smiled on him; to his right, a ledge steeped in deep shadow as it joined the main castle to a turret. Edging sideways, the master thief almost collapsed onto it, pressing his back to the solid structure, breathing quietly through his nose, fingers curling and uncurling. As his turned his sight upwards, he saw the face of a guard clad in armour looking out, but Regulus was hidden.

When the guard moved away, the master thief let out a sharp exhale of breath and swallowed, his throat clicking dryly. Then, wasting no time, for the guards would be out searching the grounds soon enough, Regulus continued his journey rapidly. It was a great relief when his feet touched solid ground. Bolting through the shadows of the plaza, Regulus made his way to the duke's home, not too far away. He was received warmly. Money changed hands and Regulus left with ten gold coins.

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[-Starchild.Keith-]

(Hey, Dark, I'm going to wait for a response from Raphael before Jax responds if that's ok? All he would do is growl and be utterly confused so...)

[RouletteBites]

____Faction: Caller
____Rank: Zealot
____Race: Male Dyre Crocodile
____Shards: 0

Altrox looked at the priestess with a nod of understanding, "Whatever you command my priestess!" Altrox ran forward toward the plaza, but before going out of sight, he turned around to the priestess, "However, fighting is in my blood! I will get the callers, but I make no promises beyond that!" Altrox growled to the priestess; though he didn't mean it maliciously, Altrox's voice was always in a perpetual state of sounding angry, almost all Dyre Crocodiles sound that way.
Making his way around the corner of the plaza, Altrox stopped in surprise. There were dead bodies everywhere, some of them callers. Setting his mind back to his task at hand, Altrox moved forward to retrieve the bodies of the fallen callers. But before he could get far, he was stopped by a pair of four human guards and a dyre wolf.
"Hold it right there big guy," the guard began "this area is off limits to civilians."
Altrox let out a small smile, revealing his teeth. Before any of them could react, Altrox reached forward and grabbed the guard who just spoke by the head and threw him up in the air, the man let loose a terrofied scream. Altrox grabbed The Crescent from his back and swung it at the soldier on his way down, splitting him in half down his spine. Altrox looked at the guards in front of his as he licked his blood covered lips.
A guard made a move forward, swinging his sword with all his strength, Altrox saw this and blocked his strike with the crescent, knocking the sword into the ground. The guard raised his shield to defend himself, but Altrox didn't care for his attempt. He swung with great force, shattering the guards shield and decapitating the guard all in one blow. Altrox let loose a blood curdling laugh as he did so. The remaining two human guards dropped their weapons and fled in terror. The Dyre Wolf, however stayed.
Altrox moved first, he swung in an arc at the Dyres head. The dyre sidestepped quickly and the Crescent hit the ground, causing rocks and dirt to be displaced into the air. The wolf took advantage of this and made a quick jab at Altrox's left arm. It hit its target, but not before burying itself between two pieces of thick armor. Altrox roared in anger as he grabbed a hold of the wolf's sword arm and threw him into a building, knocking the wooden walls down. Altrox pulled the sword out angrilly and threw it to the side. He glowed red in rage as his wound sealed back up, a result of the blood magic feeding off the freshly slain.
The Dyre wolf was dazed and confused as he lied in the rubble. Altrox walked in and picked the dyre up by his neck, he looked into the dyres terrified eyes and smiled as he squeezed as hard as he could. Eventually he heard a snap and saw the Dyres eyes roll back into his head. Altrox dropped the dyre on the ground and walked away, picking up the Crescent on his way, he had bodies to retrieve.

[Dark.]

{Posting Rafe's response here in a second. Sorry I was waiting to see if Jax wanted to respond first XD

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Rᴀᴘʜᴀᴇʟ Sɴᴏᴡ
Kɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Hɪɢʜʙᴏʀɴᴇ
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Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ: Rafe
Aɢᴇ: 29
Fᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ: Highborne
Rᴀᴄᴇ: Human

Rafe was balanced on the roof, slightly behind Jax. He tried to resist the urge to rub his face; the blood and mud had tried and was flaking off his skin and his outfit. Rafe listened intently to the Dyre, letting out a snort at the crypticism of Kivuli's speech. There was a momentary pause between the trio, and Rafe ceased this as his moment to try and steer the conversation.

Keeping his balance even, he stepped down onto the slope of the roof and paced forward until he was next to Jax. The shingle roof was uneven, giving him some grip under his worn-out treads. He extended his arms out in a shrug-like gesture. His dagger was still locked in his right hand, "And when the shadow grows dark and the night grows cold, what happens? The people seek out the light and the warmth of the fire." he let out a laugh, "Save us your crypticism, Dyre - it's not what we came here for."

Rafe's eyes flickered onto Kivuli's paw, specifically, the new wound. His temple flexed slightly as he tensed his jaw. A blood mage with an open wound was never a good thing. He knew aswell as any. Time to change his tact slightly. Rafe pointed his dagger at Kivuli, more gesturing than anything offense, "That thing. The shard. What does it do?"

[azhefa.]

Age: 421 years
Gender: Female
Species: Fire Dragon
Alliegance: Caller
Rank: Dragon
Mate: Open for one
With: High Priestess Lesandra

The small fire dragon snorts, sending a puff of smoke from her nostrils as she watches the world from the Sanctuary window. She stands on her back legs and stretches out her wings, they were still a bit sore and tense from her long nap. The thin and leathery wings catch a little breeze that blows from the outside and lifts the little dragon up a little before seting her down gently back onto the window ledge. Siren hears faint talking outside the Sanctuary doors and chirps a little, turning to face the room. She tilts her head to the side curiously and then hears Lesandra's voice, something the little dragon has missed dearly for the long weeks the High Priestess was gone. Siren lets out a loud and musical roar, a light and joyful sound. The small dragon jumps from the window and flies in circles around near the Sanctuary doors, chirping and shreeking.