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Magrej...

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The powerful masculine rested in his large throne within one of the many rooms of the Murate Castle. His face resting on one of his pale fist- his other hand beckoning one of his henchman. "How is my dear Fealynn, is she well?" After the beast replied, he nodded, "Very well." Magrej shifted in his royal seat, watching his slaves work bellow him. A smile spread across his face, one of the sites he loved most is watching men working for him. Looking out one of the stained windows, he spoke once more to the Minotaur. "My assassins, what are they doing?" Moments began to past, and yet the sinister King still did not have an answer. Snapping his long fingers he popped his jaw before he spoke again, this time the tyrants voice was full of acid, "Don't make me ask again, where are my assassins!" Another man came forth, replying "They are on their missions, majesty." This still not satisfying the King, he pointed to the Minotaur that had not answered his question, exerting his power " Throw him in the dudgeon to await death. I will not allow myself to be ignored by some beast." Magrej's black eyes followed as guards escorted the half-man out of the halls, his face begging for remorse. Giving none, and slightly enjoying the site, Magrej yawned lightly. The hand that had held his head up now traced long his gash.


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Training.

That was how he spent the majority of his days. Some may have found his ways barbaric, but this was not a land of pretty ponies and rainbows. To succeed, he had to be the strongest and the smartest; one did not become so simply be wishing and praying. One had to work. The man’s training always ended with a ride on horseback, and an unfortunate servant dueling him. The mock battle always ended the same: friends of the servant would carry him off, while Rashok climbed off the horse as if nothing had happened.

Today had been no exception.

The servant, a boy no more than fourteen, fell off his horse and landed on the hard ground with a scream. The black stallion he had been riding spooked and Rashok watched through narrowed eyes as an old maid took off after it, screaming like a banshee, as if that would help. When the stallion had been caught, Rashok turned his eyes to the youth. “Get up. You have work to do. Or would you like me to get on the ground and duel?” he demanded, his eyes flicking over to his bloody Morning Star, before traveling back to the youth.

The servant sniffed before slowly standing. He was pale as snow, and cradled his arm like a mother did her child. The sight of the boy, the sight of his pain, made Rashok’s eyes dance with delight.

“I…I’m sorry, sir,” the boy muttered.

Rashok grunted before dismounting his own horse, a massive mare. One might find it amusing that the first general rode in on a mare, but she served him better than any stallion had. Granted, she did cause a stir among the horses once in awhile, but Rashok had little concern for another’s horse if they could not properly train and control the beast. He handed the reins to the young servant before turning and heading to the castle.

It was dark and forbidding; inside of it was a maze, which would surely cause any stranger within its walls to lose their way. Rashok, however, was no stranger and he navigated his way through the halls with ease. As he neared the area where the king sat, Rashok caught the eye of a minotaur, being led away. The minotaur seemed to be asking for pity, but Rashok merely turned away and picked up his pace.

“Sire,” Rashok said as he caught sight of Magrej. He paused a decent distance away.

Most would have gone down on one knee, but Rashok was not that far beneath Magrej. While his home was gone, he was still a prince by birth, and because of this he only offered forth a light bow at the waist.

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{Faelynn}

:: In the darkest corners of the night, we play ::

The beautiful maiden stood at the small window of her room, looking out at the city below. Oh, how she wished she could run free in the outside world! To run around and play like a child without a care in the world. But alas, her father would never let her outside the castle walls. With a sigh, the princess turned away from the window, looking about her chamber. The grey stone walls were hung with velvet purple curtains, adding a splash of color to the dark room. Hearing a faint commotion through the open door, she exited her room, walking through the maze of winding passageways before coming into the throne room.

Seeing a minotaur being led away with a sad, beseeching look on his face, the young princess rushed over. "Stop!" she ordered. Crossing the room to the minotaur, she placed a delicate hand upon his cheek. "Father, what is it this man has done to anger you so?" Deep purple eyes looked away from the minotaur to stare at her father. Her hand fell away to her side, and she stood defiantly before her father. "What has he done to be dragged away like a criminal? What crime has this man committed?" She knew the minotaur was a good man, and meant harm to no one. The beast wouldn't hurt a fly.

Her long purple hair fell down her back, straight and slightly messy. Her eyes searched her father, awaiting his reply. She didn't move as Rashok entered; she was standing her ground against her father. She would not let the minotaur, her friend, become the latest victim of Magrej's evil hand. Even if she had to rescue him from the dungeons herself, she would not let her father claim the man's life.

{Faelynn}

:: In the darkest corners of the night, we play ::

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Magrej...

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"Ah, Rashok." Magjre eyes glanced over to the blonde headed young man. "Are you well?" Even though the majesty didn't care how the male really was, he still expressed a friendly manner to him. After all, he was the one who help get the sky gem almost within his grasp. The hand that had been tracing his mark from the devil now fell down to his side as he crossed his left leg over the right. "Any news on that sickening festival of Ellsinora?" Magrej grumbled. The inquisitor wasn't one for a party, specially one that involved the only thing standing between him and total control. Looking at Rashok once more with a blank expression before shifting his gaze back out the same stained window his pale, thin facet resting back on his fist. "Who or who are the spies that were assigned to watch the festival again?" Magrej asked before another question came to his brilliant mind, "And do we have a system set up so we will know if anything of importance happens over there?"

Another deep sigh came from within his lungs. Magrej hand moved from its position and up to the bridge of his nose. Squeezing lightly as he felt the starting pounds of a headache. "I want to know everything about that damn party. Along with everyone atten-" The elegant but harsh man broke off in mid-sentence at the sound of his daughters voice he looked up suddenly. The king listened to her go off about the beast. Shaking his head, "Darling, the reason behind my choice are valid. I would appreciate if you would go back to your chamber." He paused, "I am speaking business with Rashok" The majesty flashed a rare smile at her before motioning for guards to escort the princess back to her room.

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It was often said that the military type were meatheads, taking orders from an authority they dared not question simply because they did not have the intelligence to do so. Rashok, however, did not follow this rule; he was an intelligent young man (albeit, he was dumb enough to trust Magrej) and more than capable of leading any army to victory. Besides that, unlike this meatheads, he did not fear the authority. Hell, he did not fear.

“I am well,” Rashok muttered in reply, not bothering to put too much time into one for he knew this was not what Magrej wished to talk about. Rashok listened to his king’s questions in silent. All of these were things he had answers to, reasonable answer, too. Not the answer a bumbling fool gave. Perhaps this was why the Minotaur had been carried off? The dark king was not, to Rashok’s understanding, a man that enjoyed bumbling replies.

“As of now, we have no news of the party. I expect we will hear from one of the stationed spies shortly, though,” Rashok added. He more than expected- he knew, but he was a man that erred on the side of caution. Rashok did not make promises when they depended on the punctuality of other people. He lapsed into silence as Magrej sighed and began to speak once more. Before the king could finish his sentence, a voice interrupted him; it was a voice Rashok recognized.

Cold green eyes followed the princess as she approached her father, questioning his decisions. The insolence! It made Rashok want to toss her across the room, but the king adored his daughter, and Rashok would not risk angering Magrej. He may be the first general, he may be a prince, but he was the prince of a lost land and Magrej was king. He hid his emotions well as he listened to the two. When Magrej motioned to the guards to remove the princess, Rashok began to speak once more.

“We currently have five spies stationed,” he listed off their names with ease; the five were among their best. While the festival was just that, a festival, Rashok had not wanted to risk sending out the newer members, “We do have more people set up in the city. Our spies will deliver messages to them…similar to the pony express, sire,” he added thoughtfully, “Anyway, those people, in turn, will ride here. We have arranged it so they will not be sighted, either. The system is simple, but difficult to trace.”

Another person would have been concerned about the amount of people involved; the more people there were, the higher the chances were that someone would talk. But anyone that knew the young man also knew how much he loved bloodshed, and how little he cared about the lives of anyone.

Those foolish traitors that had been paid would be gone as soon as their job was done.

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{Faelynn}

:: In the darkest corners of the night, we play ::

Faelynn stood her ground as the guards moved to escort her away. Shaking off the guards, she moved closer to where her father sat upon his throne. The black dress she had donned that morning hugged her tiny frame before flaring out from the hips downward. Her soft leather boots made barely any noise on the rough stone floor. Standing tall and proud, she faced her father.

"I shall go nowhere until you tell me what crime this man has committed." She crossed her thin arms over her chest, her chin lifted slightly in defiance. She may not be the most intimidating person, but she was stubborn. No one could make her do what she did not want to do. She would not leave until he answered her question, or until the guards managed to drag her out kicking and screaming, whichever came first.

Violet orbs never left the face of the man hated by many, feared by many, and loved by few. The man before her was a tyrant, ruling with an iron fist. The girl before him, tiny in comparison, resisted his reign like a wild animal refusing to be trained. Faelynn was a wild spirit, and she refused to be broken.

She stared into the face of her father, not moving, not speaking. She would keep her word, and would not budge until she found out why the man before her ordered the minotaur to be dragged away. "Your business with Rashok can wait. It should only take a few minutes of your time to answer a simple question, shouldn't it? Your business cannot be so important that a few minutes will jeopardize it." She spoke calmly and clearly, trusting the logic of her statements.

If Magrej wanted her to leave, she would, but only after getting the answers she wanted.

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:: In the darkest corners of the night, we play ::