The Few Guardians

[_midnight_]

((ooc: Okay, before i begin,i once read this plot, and it kind of fascinated me so umm, i modified it a bit and here we are whoever gave this idea to me, thanks a bunch!!))

In Bomazio, a county far, far away from here, there were once a few guardians, who had protected the peace and honesty their whole life. Each guardian had a special power and a mysterious accessory that would help them and their power to protect the country against attacks from other regions. These special things would make their power stronger, and they would give the power to the one, who was wearing them, even if they not possessed them. Than the power would not be as strong, but the of the items possessor would still be able to control those elements. The same thing went for the guardians: they had always had their power, even without the item. It wasn’t as strong, but as long as they held the item close, it would strengthen the power. Without the item they would not lose the power.
The kings, queens, landlords, nobles and regular people had always loved them. But a dark age was approaching.
The king was brutally murdered and his sons and daughters were blamed. All seven of them (he had 3 sons and 4 daughters) were locked away in a dungeon very, very deep under the ground, never to see sunlight ever again. The queen had taken control over the country, but a month later, she had suddenly disappeared without a trace, nobody had ever heard from her again.
The people were afraid of having a country without a king or queen and wanted one as soon as possible, before rebellions would break out. The protectors were chosen to control the country until someone would take a seat on the throne, which happened after another month. When the guardians ruled, peace had already quickly returned and life had continued on his usual way, people were happy. But than Poleoquarto appeared. He was the king's brother, and claimed the throne. The people had to accept, since he was the former king's brother, and the guardians were happy to hand the sceptre to him. They would be able to go back to their own castle. But if only they knew…

From there, everything went down. Things perhaps looked bad when the country hadn't got any king, but now, things had gotten far worse, and it wasn't about to end. Meanwhile, one of the previous king's sons had gone mad, not seeing any sunlight for months. The other boys and girls were afraid to go insane too, but none would help.
Poleoquarto was in love with money and had raised taxes as much as possible. But not only was he fascinated by money, he was obsessed by power, and his thought was that the guardians were in his way. He had to get rid of them Asap! And so it happened. All guardians were banished out of the country, each to a far off corner just over the border of the country and their special items were taken from them.

The people were told the guardians were part of the murder on the king aswell, and that they had a conspiracy against him too. They were accused of several crimes and the murders the new king was responsible for, since he liked to chop off the head of the ones who protested against them. The people were also told that the guardians were banished from the country, but they were not told that the king had his men paralyse them, and bringing them far away. He had them locked away, chained away or even worse, just to avoid their escape. He left them there to die, to rot away, to starve or to die from thirst.

But, however, he didn't know that these guardians all had special things to teleport, and these were not taken away. Each one had a ring that could teleport them to the king's castle at any time, a necklace that would teleport them to their home, their own castle that was situated far from the castle, in a beautiful valley with lots of nature. There weren’t any villages around for quite a distance, and few even knew of the existence of the castle. But the necklace had was even more special. It was a personal item for every one and every one of them knew a special pattern. If that pattern was created on the necklace, formed by a finger running across it, it was able to let the guardians travel to a place they had set in. Whether it was their home, a friend’s house, or anything else. This pattern was different for each, and it was kept most secret as most of the other believers did not know the other’s pattern. The old king was aware of this all, but this new king had not known this, and so all guardians had no objection for being set out of the country. As soon as the guards had gone away, every single one of them had used their necklace and had gathered around the main table in their home. ( This is where the roleplay will start)
These are the guardians:

Name | element | special item (to strengthen the power) | stone in ring + necklace | character taken by

Guandio | electricity | sword of blinding thunder | Citrine | _midnight_
Bella Illash | illusion | Mirror of truth| | gold tigereye | Star
Ararur | Transformation | Circlet of shifting | Tanzanite | SheWulph
Syclya | Animal Empathy | Empathetic Circlet | Chrome Tourmaline | Cepheus
Quincy | Reflection | Hair clip of bright shining | Crystal | _midnight_



other possible guardians (these are only examples!
<insert name> | protection | belt of crystal shielding| Crystal |
<insert name> | stone | sunglasses of the rocky outcrop | a stone of magma |


((Attention!
New guardians can always be made! Think of the elements such as protection, tranformation, illusion, fire, water, earth, sand, stone, wind, ... [etc, etc] If someone has another idea for another element, be sure to let me know ^^ (or don’t hesitate to use it:p ) ))

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Guandio Barnédus was one of the first guardians that had been transported that day. He was brought deep into the hills, where snow had his own free will.
He had been chained against one of the hard sides of a rocky outcrop on the top of one of the mountains, where he was supposed to freeze to death. As the sun peeked trough the clouds, his armour glittered because of the white snowflakes that had landed on him. Guandio was wearing his pitch-black armour, decorated with beautiful gold symbols, which only few knew the real meaning of. He almost never left without that very armour, and it was quite dear to him. On his hands, thin black gloves and a ring with a beautiful stone. Citrine. Underneath his armour he was wearing a necklace. His long, golden hair hung down the sides of his face, reaching just below his shoulders. Although he was one to comb it every morning, it now hung in dirty and messy strings down his head. Behind him, the black cape he wore all the time was pressed against the hillside, forced to silence, not being able to move in the wind any longer.
The sword, that usually hung down on the side of his belt, was taken away by the wretched king. It was the item that strengthened his power.

When the men had brought him here Guandio's eyes, that had the same color as his hair, stood calm, and didn't show any care. He was not yet completely out of the gaze that had hold of him. They had brought him down with some sort of gas. His muscles were paralysed and he fell down on the ground like a puppet. But as soon as the men had gone, his anger seemed to be able to come to the surface, making him yell out of hate. And there he stood for quite a while, until his mind got clear. The cold was slowly eating on him, making it take quite long for him to realise he could use his necklace. He would be able to go back to their castle. A smirk appeared on his face.

He had planned on going to the main castle that was the sanctuary of the guardians. A place which now had been locked, and was left to rot away, since the guardians were left to die anyway. Guandio left to go to the main room, where all the meetings were held. It was a big room with a round table in the middle, with royal chairs around it. It held the most beautiful decorations as well.
Not much longer, suddenly this strange man stood on the side of the room, his head down. "What in hell's name has come over that idiot?!" his deep voice sounded loud trough the chamber, "After all we have done, THIS is how he repays us? By banishing us? Having us die in there??"
Yes, it was quite known that Guandio was the guardian with quite a temper, and not having the ability to control it, nor was he able to control any of his other feelings very well. And, the new king had pissed him off quite a bit. He moved his hand trough his hair, trying the snow out it.

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< Bella Illash>| illusion | Mirror of truth/illusion| | gold tigereye | Star
(bell-a Ill-ash)


Bella Illash was not the sort that simply aloud herself to be thrown away like a used toy. In her view, if anyone was to be cast out, it would be by her hand and hers alone.
“Talking to yourself again Guandio? Not a good habit to get into”
She had not been in the Chamber long, though long enough to see the temperate Guandio to appear. She gave a light giggle, her words had meant no offense and she expected no grand reaction from them. She had always been this way; and was very sure that everyone was use to her ‘toying’ ways.

Though, she had not been so playful earlier.
The orange sands of the desert had become her new 'home' and she accepted it non to lightly. Though, she had to admit it had been slightly befitting, Illusions had a home amongst the mirages of the desert.
They had placed her here, in the middle of this orange desert, to die non the less.
-no need to chain her- They had said –she’s never find her way out of these shifting sands-
She had laughed then. She laughed at them as they left her to die. Her so called last words echoing across the dancing winds.
“Those whom condem death will be dealt death”
Though the illusion she had given was quite the opposite of what she was, she was, indeed, quite worried.
She had paced on the orange sands, until her tan leather ankle boots almost squealed in surrender.
“How dare they, after everything! I will teach them to through me aside!”
The sun beat down upon her, not helping her normally controlled temper.
Cursing herself she let her mind wonder onto other things, in a weak attempt to calm her fury in order to think of a plan. She let her eyes gaze down to her stockings. Clothing always cheered her up. Though not completely this time.
Her stockings, once white, where now stained from the desert sands to a slight orange, coursing her to curl her lip in disgust. She gave small thanks that her dress was still befitting. If you could call it a dress.
Whatever it was, it appeared shoulder-less, with a slight v neckline. It ended mid thigh in a slightly flared motion and although the dress was shoulder-less, it still had sleeves that closely resembled a long pair of gloves (as in like, bicep down to hand). Though, she wasn’t dressed as a complete lady. Under her lightly tan coloured dress lay a pair of dark brown shorts that reached her knees, so they could be seen under the dress. Light lace framed the edge of the dress, Finishing the look that not many could pull off like she did. (chain mail is woven into the clothing but it can't be seen).
Pouting slightly she almost chuckled. The desert sand gave her a wonderful idea for her hair and thanks to a simple sourcers charm [that was available to one and all] she could do as she normaly would, though not as well.

A fiery orange, curly, piled loosely on top of her head.
A wonderful illusion if she did say so herself, it contrasted nicely with her pail skin. Speaking of illusions, she didn’t remember that ring on her finger.
Oh! The ring! Of course.
Mentally she slapped herself silly. That was how she could get away from this mess. See, clothing solved almost every problem.
She smiled to herself, stroking the tiger-eye stone cast into it.

Which was when she had ended up in the chamber, standing in the cooling shadows, strangely happy to be out of the boiling sun.

“Though dear Guandio, I do agree quite completely with what you say”

Bella smiled slightly before walking towards the angry man.
"And although Revenge is quite unseemly, I believe it will be a....fitting term to our return, no?"

((-shuffles foot- I hope that was alright? o.o))

[SheWulph]

((I hope you don't mind me changing the special item and the stone. XD ))

Ararur | Transformation | Circlet of shifting | Tanzanite | SheWulph


Ararur walked with a slow pace, placing one foot in front of the other. As she walked she left a long trail of water dripping from her clothing and a muddy trail of footprints. She did not care if it was early for someone to follow her path thought the castle as she made her way to the main room, the central place for meeting. She was wet and too cold to care where she would normally have made some effort to hide her passing, changed the mud to air or to dust and let the water transform into its vapor state. But the guardian did not care, for she was cast aside to drown or starve in the marsh lands.

What a sick joke it was, to be banished to a place where there was scarcely dry land and the water and earth threaten to suck you under to a watery grave.

Ararur was thrown from the boat which carried her to this forsaken land. The people that brought her did not care if she landed in the mud and water, they left the moment she was thrown from the boat. She cursed them then and she cursed them while she made her way throw the tangle of roots and water to find some land, she cursed them as she used her necklace to bring her back to the castle and she cursed them as she walked down the hall.

She stepped into the main room, her boots making strange noises from the hard floor and the water. Her eyes fixed first on Guandio, then Bella and then on the center table. They were one of the few who would know her true face, her light blue eyes, her light copper hair which was now hanging low over her brow as water weight it down. No part of her was transfigured or changed as she would normally have it, because she only trusted a few. Yes, she had a suspicions nature, unwilling to trust and less willing to be seen.

After a moment of staring at an empty table she looked back at the other two. "Haven't I've warned you." She said in a cynical manner. "Haven't I said not to trust the fool on the thrown."


(( I hope I didn't mess up something.... -sweat drop- ))

[CEPHEUS !]

((Seeing as I'm not too sure of my idea... I'll ask about it before I go making any posts. ^^;;

Syclya | Animal Empathy | Empathetic Circlet | Chrome Tourmaline

Eeep, I know circlet already got used... it's not the typical circlet, and might not even really be one... but a circlet is the closest to what it is. ^^;; -shrug- It's actually something of a combination between a choker and a circlet. I'll describe it later in the RP.

A'right, the extent of the empathy would be sort of an 'understanding' between Syclya and the animals. She doesn't control them (it not only is impossible but goes against her moral fiber), but she can make requests, glean information, etc. of the animals. It's sort of comparable to a druid's understanding of nature and its inhabitants.

Also, is it alright if our character has a 'pet' of sorts))

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((star and shewulph, it’s great, don’t worry ^^ don't be so unsure

but I changed the ring and the necklace of their teleportation place, so it’s now the necklace that teleports you back. I renewed the first post and my intro, changing it a bit, and correcting the typo’s and so

Cepheus: another circlet doesn't really matter and now you've made me curious about the circlet-choker But i like the idea you have, and your character is welcome to join ^^

Oh, and i like the pets idea. Of course you can have a pet ^^

Well, the castle is not really specificly premade either, so well, be creative in helping to build our castle, i say ))



“Talking to yourself again Guandio? Not a good habit to get into”

Guandio turned his head. He knew that voice. As he noticed her giggle, he smiled. “Aah, Bella. Glad to see you got out of that mess as well.” He gave a short smirk, “good things, eh, those necklaces. Glad we never told Poleoquarto about them. Shesh.” He stepped further inside, he shivered.

“I can’t believe this. We’ve only been away for a little while and it’s already this cold in this bloody castle.” He walked over to the fire place and gave a kick to the lumps of wood. He placed his hands close to each other, tried to gather some of the little energy he had left and shot a sharp but short bolt of electricity to the lumps of wood inside the fireplace. Somehow, it appeared to be just enough to let one of them shoot on fire. A small flame was visible on the spot where the wood had gotten hit.

Guandio held his hands close by it, trying to get some warmth. He shivered again, experiencing this new source of warmth by his hands. “Goodness, it’s cold.” He muttered just before throwing a glance at Bella.
But there was something strange about her. He laughed as he saw what it was. “Got new inspiration for your hair, Bella?” he asked her. It was quite obvious where she had been held, since her clothing saw a bit orange and there was desert sand all around her.
He had asked it to loosen the air in the room a bit, in a matter of speaking. Altough he wasn't in the mood for many jokes, he knew it wasn't any use spitting out his anger on the other guardians. It would only create even more arguements. Perhaps even a fight.

He wiped the snow off his shoulders, which than fell on the ground in a dull way. The fire in the fireplace wasn’t near enough to make it melt.

But than he heard another person enter. He quickly looked over his shoulder, but what he saw made him wish he hadn't looked.
He knew he looked miserable, but he looked quite fine in comparement to ararur.
He sighed, looking back at her. "Where on earth did the bastard put you?"
Guandio had softly shaken his head while saying this, filled with unbelieve what Poleoquarto had done to his fellow guardians. He had muttered the words more to himself than the Ararur, but still.

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“Got new inspiration for your hair, Bella?”

Bella immediately smiled. It was warm and happy and obviously friendly, she started spinning around slowly so he could see the whole impact of the small rivers of dangling curls.
“Do you like? I do, I think I might keep it, of course I do [always say that. But this time I might. Who thought the desert could have been manipulated into something so great! The sun was nasty though, I’m sure I got sunburn” She was strangely cheerful, bickering like a small child with a new interest, “I mean, can you imagine me with red shoulders….”
She paused; having heard a rather failure (though very displeased) voice.
"Haven't I said not to trust the fool on the thrown."
She knew instantly who it was, Ararur. Knowing she was here made her smile inwardly. However on the outside she gave a small pout while tuning to face her friend. After finding that her ‘cute’ face wasn’t going to help (though it normally let her get her way), she stated with truth hoping to lighten Ararur’s mood slightly.
“Sweaty, you look like you went twelve rounds with the sea.”
She put on the pout again in a soft attempt of not getting yelled at.

[OCC:: The actual quote is something like….“Dean, you look like you just went twelve rounds with a cement block” (supernatural :’D )]

Slowly trotting ((occ:: lawlz, trotting)) her way over to Ararur, she carefully tugged a few green brown vines from the lady’s hair. Truthfully they could have been anything, but she thought they were vines (though, she did wonder if they were seaweed).
Giving a soft smile that basically said ‘please no hurting me’ she helpfully handed Ararur the vines/weeds? And stated silently…
“See?”

((OCC:: -rubs her temple- I have a feeling Bella’s going to become a psychopath(sp?) one day o.<))

[SheWulph]

Ararur watched Bella put on her 'cute' face and trotting around. Wondering inwardly how anyone can be so calm by what just happened. They had been banished by a fool, a gold obsessed fool who can't see passed his own greed. Left for dead, how insulting.

She stared several minutes at the piece of vine Bella had plucked from her hair. Twirling it between her fingers. "I would have rather taken the sea, then the swamp they dropped me in." The piece of vine fell lightly to the ground as she let it go, it was good to have solid ground beneath her feet again. A small smile crossed her face then, Bella did have the strange ability to cheer her up, even when she felt like the world was ending.

"I should put on some dry cloths soon, before I catch my death from cold." She gave a small laugh, not quiet a giggle but close enough to one and moved over to the fire to get some warmth. To fight back the numbness in her legs and arms.

"So Guandio, what are we going to do now. They will probably kill us on sight if we come anywhere near the king." She said the last word with pure hatred. "I doubt they will find us here though."

[CEPHEUS !]

Syclya trudged through the corridors of the castle, stomping as though each stone had personally offended her. Under normal circumstances, this might have signified Syclya's descent into insanity, but now... now she felt that this was a perfectly reasonable response.

The Fool King had just made a mockery of her. He had taken her power away and dumped her into the middle of a game reserve and released, as far as she could tell, his entire half-starved menagerie on her. Not just hounds, no, because that might have been taken as mercy. Exotic creatures of all types--lions, tigers. She thought she had even seen a huge black bear (although she had hardly waited around to identify it). It had taken every ounce of skill she had to escape that forest and make it to a safe haven to teleport.

And even then, her considerable skill at elusion and forestry hadn't been enough.

She paused for a moment, glancing at a metal urn next to her. Polished carefully, she could see her reflection clearly on its surface. Her face, usually so calm and serene, was contorted into a look of pure hatred and animalistic rage. Her hair, normally black and at least reasonably well kempt, was now a dust-mottled brown tangle on her head. Her typically bright green eyes had lost their inquisitive spark, replaced by the dull sheen of the desperate. And strewn all across her body were scratches and bites from lucky animals. She pressed a hand to her side and grimaced, the hand coming away red and wet.

"I guess we underestimated eachother," she muttered to herself. She had counted on at least one merciful bone in his body. She figured the King had assumed that all her skill in the wilderness spawned from the Circlet. She grinned wryly. He'll be in for a surprise, she thought, when we see eachother next.

Syclya's head shot up at the sound of voices ahead. She frowned, mentally spouting off a string of choice curses, before she crept towards the room. What she found caught her off guard, but hardly proved dangerous. She watched from the edge of the door for a few moments, hearing but not registering, before she managed to overcome the initial shock.

"Regardless of whether or not we trusted him, it was not in our power to deny him the throne. And to lead a coup against him would have gone against what we stood for. We were bound... and we did not truly realize it until now," she said. Words of wisdom came easily when one had time to mull over how they went wrong. She'd had plenty of such time in the wild.

"I'm looking for a taste of revenge myself," she continued, pausing briefly to think disgustedly of how easily the words were rolling of her tongue. "But we'll be virtually useless in this state. We are too weak to fight, and are currently a bit... lacking in terms of power."

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"But we'll be virtually useless in this state. We are too weak to fight, and are currently a bit... lacking in terms of power."

“Syclya?”
For the first time in a long while, Bella’s voice held true worry. The one word asked what a sentence could not. Realising that she (Syclya) was not in the mood for comforting she followed her sentence with a quick sarcastic note. “Try not to bleed all over the rugs, hmmm?” She gave a small wink to. But the golden brown of her eyes refused to hide the ‘caring’ factor.
Smiling she gave a small (however late) hello nod.
“You are right though, we are too weak to fight”
She paused slightly before curling her lip slightly in mocking discuss.
“Though I feel as though I could still render the fools head from his neck; and none to clean like to”
Stroking her cheek with one lady like finger she pouted again (purely out of habit).
“Speaking of clean, I will go look for something to clean and then to keep those wounds of yours so”
She glanced back at Ararur,
“Perhaps I will even get away with finding you some new clothes?”
She battered her eyelashes playfully.
“Make you look more like a lady?”
How very vain it sounded (though it was not truthfully so).
But that was Bella.

((OCC:: I’m putting up an exit for my character just encase we have a black out [or worse]))

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Guandio frowned when Ararur mentioned she had been dropped into the swamps. He had opened his mouth to reply but Ararur had smuthered him, asking him what they were to do.

He let a sigh escape from his lips and looked at her. For a moment, he was silent, saying nothing. Not being áble to say anything. He didn't know the answer to the question either. The only thing he could do was lift his hands and loosen the cape that hung down his back. He took it off his shoulders and held it in his hands, trying to get the rest of the snow off of it. Than he hung it down one of the chair, just before going back to the fireplace.

He leaned forwards on to the stone edge above the fireplace. Letting his eyes stare into the flame, that was slowly growing, he sighed once more. "I honestly do not know what to do now." he said in a silent voice, more a whisper than an actual answer. "But he indeed will not find us here. I am surprised he has not yet grabbed everything in this castle. Perhaps he does not want anything that links to us. Perhaps he is scared. I do not know."

He lowered his right hand to his thigh, only to find an empty space there. Usually, he unknowingly liked to fumble with the handle of his sword when he was unsure of things, when he did not know what to do, or when he was plain in a sad or angry mood. It was something he usually did, and meanwhile had become typical for him. He noticed what he was doing and quickly placed his hand back near the stone edge.

Suddenly, he froze. Guandio was sure he had heard footsteps sounding in the hall. He instantly turned around, being on his guard. He forced a quick smile as he saw it was Syclya. She was safe too, altough she looked like she had been in a fight, with something with claws.
But she was safe.

"We should have denied him the throne" he replied to her. "We should have known his intentions. His lust for power, for gold, for richess." He blew the air from his longues fiercefully trough his nose. "We may be weak now." he said, looking straight at the others. "but we have this castle. We still have our necklaces and our rings. We have eachother. I hope it is enough to rebuild our strength." He stopped for a brief moment. "I will help him stop him in his footsteps. I will kick him from that throne, even if it is the last thing i do." He slammed his fist on the stone edge of the fireplace, where he was now sideways leaning onto.

[SheWulph]

Ararur looked sideways at Guandio keeping her face turned to the warmth of the crackling fire and turned her eyes back to the flickering lights when he finished his sentence. "Hopefully he is scared, but yet he was brave enough to through us into the distant corners. He weren't at all scared to try and kill us, he must have known we wold not be happy."

She lifted her hand to her temple and running her finger down her naked forehead. It did indeed feel naked, the feel of steel, of wood, of silver or gold was not there not even the feel of the single stone in the center. It felt odd, the place where her circlet always was, was bare and the sense of it changing from one form to another was also gone. This made her uneasy, the circlet was her like to her full power. The circlet's shape and look changed as much as she willed other things to change, either taking on the look of a web of soft silver or a simple headpiece carved out of wood. Shifting... Changing... That was one certainty of Ararur, change and yet she felt she has lost it now.

Her head jerked up at the sound of another yet familiar voice. Syclya, the name came flooded to her mind. "Syclya," speaking it out loud. She looked at her comrade and gave a deep sigh. "He sure is out to kill us all," her voice trailed off softly as she shook her head.

Ararur caught the glance from Bella and her face flushed a bit at the mention of making her look more like a lady, she knew she sometimes appeared rough around the edges and cold especially when it came to strangers. But yet, she had to agree she would look far from lady like in her water draped appearance and mudded boots and cloths. "Don't out do yourself Bella, something dry would do for now."

"Should have, could have, would have" Ararur said in a sarcastic tone after listening to the conversation between Guandio and Syclya. Her eyes lingered a bit on Guandio wondering if his fist was still in one piece after he made a punch bag out of the fireplace. "The fact of the matter is we didn't act and now we are paying for it. And we are not getting closer to any ideas for our course of action from here. We can't just walk into the king's castle and say 'hi, we're here to dethrone you', That won't work." She was slightly out of breath when she was done talking and felt she might have left some of them confused by her words, it wasn't uncommon for her to change her opinion in the middle of a sentence or to seem scattered brained.

[CEPHEUS !]

Syclya, despite her frustration and anxiety, managed a wry smile for Bella. Ever the cheerful one, she thought. But this time it didn't have any effect on her. She still felt dismal, angry... like an animal that had been pent up in a small cage for far too long. The tension in her muscles had not even begun to relax, even with the knowledge that she was now in a safe haven, surrounded by friends.

Syclya laughed, then. Laughed at herself, laughed at Guandio, laughed at their predicament. A hollow laugh, born when there was nothing left she could do. It wasn't funny, and she knew it, but she found herself unable to speak. "How could we? Not one of us is a mind reader. He came here with what seemed to be honest enough intentions. Who could have anticipated that our soft-spoken benefactor would become our power-lusting tyrant?" she demanded when she sobered. She found hands instinctively twisting to her throat, and to the side of her right ear, to find that there was no cold metal, nothing of comfort to help her hold onto her sanity. The multi-segmented snake and the bear claws were gone, she remembered, scowling at the floor.

She sighed, looking up at the ceiling. "I've never been one to agree with the worst possible outcome, but I have to this time. I'm thinking that we're all doomed. He'll catch us all if we stay here--face it, we've got too much of interest to our King stashed away here to keep him away for long. He'll send in hordes of men, and where then will we hide?

"We can leave, but who will we trust? Our people will not trust us, so we cannot return the favor. The lies he's spread will plant even the smallest seed of doubt into the heart. And even if someone does stand, steadfast, by us, how can we recognize them? If they are outspoken, they will hang for it." She finally looked down from the ceiling, looking at each one of them in turn. "I will not speak for you, but I do not want their blood on my hands. Even if it was not by our hand that they died, I will not be the cause of their execution."

She sighed once more, rubbing her temples with her fingers. "Our options are limited. So, I say we do something that we've never done before: make it up as we go. Don't go into it with a plan, just leave. I find that improvising often works much better than making up a long-term plan. And it takes much less time, too. The longer we remain here, the more we are at risk. Who of us can pretend to understand our King?"

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[-cries- u__________________O such a short post]

"Don't out do yourself Bella, something dry would do for now."

Pouting again she waved one hand as if to ‘dismiss’ her friend.
“No fun at all”
Dusting off her dress a little she turned her gaze to Guandio, whom she noticed finally to have become good friends with some melting snow.
“I will find you a towel and Ararur” She turned back to her damp( extremely so) friend. “Your feet will start to rot if you don’t take those shoes off”
Her smile broadened as she turned to leave the room. Leaving them to talk amongst themselves.
With one last shout back.
“Make sure the out come is bloody if you please”

Once out of sight from the others her smile fell and her brows frowned; deepening as she silently made her way through the castle. Her thoughts bloody, unfriendly and indeedly scary.
“We will kill you king; and we will do so with smiles on our faces”
With that soft whisper,
She smiled.

[OCC:: I’m not going to be on for a day or two, we have to clean up. A bloody tree fell across the damn driveway D: ]

[_midnight_]

Guandio sighed, "i fear that even if we find something to do, that we will not be able to thrust forward in this for very far. We have all been thrown into a space that cost us quite some energy, i suppose, and none of us have enough strength to break trough the barrier the king has build around himself."

His eyes looked up for a moment, laying rested on Syclya. "We won't be able to do anything now. I suggest we stay here for a small while, regain our strength. I don't know about the places you were thrown in, but seeing how those men were nearly frozen to the ground, i don't think they'll be going there again very soon, nobody knows how far Bella may have wandered around in the desert, and Ararur has been sucked into the swamps. And i suppose you, Syclya, have been attacked by something with claws, seeing those cuts. It might as well could have eaten you. I don't think they were planning on checking back on us, but as said, we can not be sure of this."

Guandio caughed soflty. "I agree that something has to be done, but i personally don't feel that i am strong enough to get into a battle with all the soldiers wandering around in there."