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Post by Arlyn on Dec 10, 2017 9:47:46 GMT
Murder Mystery
Death had occurred. It hadn't been much longer after the Introductory Rite, but something went amiss during the matches taking place. As the many spectators had focused their attention onto the gladiator battles below, something went awry in the darkness. As the rumors had spread about the kidnapped gladiators continued to spread, a few guards had gone missing. But none had taken notice for the majority of the focus was n the event. Some of the other guards had suspected that maybe they had taken off to go view the battles. But even as they laughed and joked about it, they do fell to their demise not long after. Everything was quiet for the most part, within the halls of the school. The Underground Chambers were also rather calm, the gladiators there whom were not currently taking part in matches. However, shadows moved back and forth within the walls, unnoticed by many. The matches had gone on furthermore, and everyone was focused on the center arena. Then, it happened.
The Queen of the Immortals, Elysia Titaia-Delgado, had slumped into her chair. Perhaps she had fallen asleep because the matches were boring, one might suspect, however that did not explain why her eyes were then open as she gaped up at the sky. Nonetheless, a guard had arrived toward her, to bring her new refreshments, he noticed the absence of her breathing. Prompting to shake her awake, the queen fell lifelessly toward the ground, before the guard caught her and immediately called attention to the other guards. Trying to figure out what happened to her, the guards quickly carried her away. Maybe she had gotten sick however as they placed her on the floor and examined her pulse one thing was for certain. There was a lack of one. She was pronounced to be dead.
This sent the immortal guards into a frenzy, trying to notify the mages who held the tournament at the school. This was a rather quiet endeavor, as to not disturb then entire event unlike the previous one. It was just Elysia that had fallen, not like the catastrophe of the many others. Maybe it was an assassination. Maybe she had fallen to an illness. Who knew. But suspicion was high in the guards as they rushed to notify the mages. Meanwhile, all was well during the tournament. The spectators still cheered wildly as the contestants below continued to fight. But, it wasn't until something happened. From high in his balcony, the King of the Humans, Victor Dufour, fell. Screaming as he plunged down, falling down and down into the arena. No one could barely even tell if he was pushed or he merely slipped. But as he fell, he landed into the fire in the center of the arena of where the gladiators were participating their battle, right in the middle of it. His screams and cries erupted through the coliseum as he was being devoured by the flames. Consumed by the fire as he was burning alive. In front of nearly every single race and royal in attendance as the spectators witnessed the horror taking place before them. It were almost he was reduced to nothing but ash and bone as the human guards tried rushing down to the arena. But in the chair where the human princess, Rhiannon Dufour was supposed to sit, she was missing. It was unusual, as the guards had seen her there only a few moments before the king had fallen. Maybe she had gotten up and went somewhere, but the guards were there the entire time, one of them would have noticed or escorted her. They searched for her however she was nowhere to be found.
Seeing the king's death sent the entire stadium into a panic. Screams erupted from the frightened spectators as they rushed toward the nearest exit. Even the gladiators tried escaping the arena and out of the Underground Chambers, however none could escape. It were as if there was an invisible wall blocking exit for the gladiators. They were all stuck within the Underground Chambers and the arena. Fear flooded into the minds of even the most brave of warriors. And as for the spectators, as they went for the exit they too met the same fate. A blockade at all ends of the stadium. There was no way out. Some could see the magical lining of a sphere-like dome around the coliseum, as well as another one that surrounded the arena. It appeared to be two forcefields, forcing them to stay in their respective places. Even as the chaos still occurred, there was a sign, a signal, a message to all who could see it. Written in the dirt below of the arena, it began to carve into itself as it wrote a grave message.
"The battles must continue. Spectators, sit back in your seats. Gladiators, continue to fight. Only until there is one winner, shall the forcefields be undone."
It then erased itself, making more space, before writing again.
"Those can enter these fields, but none can escape."
This caused many of the spectators to hesitantly sit back into their seats, looking glumly as the matches continued on, the contestants also feeling a bit uncertain as they headed back onto the arena without much choice. Even the announcer did not speak over the crowd of anxious people as he too, was found missing. But as the gladiators were forced to fight until only one was remaining, the spectators had begun to try and search for whomever was responsible for this. For the death of not only the Immortal Queen, but the Human King as well as his missing daughter. The guards were also found to be missing, some suspect them to be dead. But as all cannot leave the coliseum, the culprit had to be around here somewhere...
(Ok! So the Murder Mystery is on! So far, everyone that had participated in the last stage was randomized, and the member that has the character chosen was messaged with notification that they are the culprit, and they already know who they are.
Here is the list of suspects:
Khaalius Sandrus
Zander Carval
Ruthalla Elanan
Kaya Atiqtalaaq Nanuq
Tharan II Dralínson
Aidana Barashiel
Captain Waters
Éamon Lyall
Radulfr Caput Lupinum
Farkas Volkov
Pandora
Justus Delago
Meridious Risgar
Mathias
Anselm Reifanlik
Braelyn Willowmist
Dorian Namara
Wryn
So the culprit is one from this list. New spectators can join in or already be established that they were there, but this is the list of suspected people. Also, people can enter the stadium forcefield and the arena forcefield, but none can escape it until either there is a winner or the culprit is found. So for example if a spectator enters the Underground Chamber they cannot exit the arena forcefield to go back to the seatings. Each suspect, including the culprit, will receive a PM with an individual clue leading them to solving the mystery. Whomever is the first to figure out who killed the royals and how they died will receive an OOC prize. If the culprit goes unnoticed until the end date, they will receive the prize instead. Feel free to branch out into other threads as well! As long as they connect to this one and maybe make a final post on here to announce the suspected culprit.)
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Post by Arlyn Norwood on Dec 11, 2017 4:19:29 GMT
This was a catastrophe.
Arlyn watched with widened eyes at the chaos that took place. It was like all hell had broken loose. His jaw was dropped open as he saw the tragedy happen before them. Surely they would be to blame for this happening. Immediately, Arlyn called for the safety of keeping the spectators away from the danger as quickly as possible. As he stood upon the mage's balcony, he could still hear the cries and screams from the crowd as they were already beginning to stampede toward the gates. Were there any water source, he would have tried to manipulate it to put out the fire which devoured the king immediately. But alas there was none, and the human guards had already rushed to the field to retrieve the king but he was long gone, mostly reduced to nothing but ash and bone. As he saw the Head Tracker near him, he could only think to try and stop from more royals from falling.
"Dorian!" he called out to him, in a bellowing deep voice for the old mage. A signal to follow him, Arlyn swiftly turned and headed into the hallways leading to the center of the ring. However, by that time, the forcefields had already been made. People were trying to force their way out, banging against the solid invisible blockade which prevented their escape. "We must find out who did this!" he then said hastily, rushing through the halls which not many spectators were present in. His blue robe swished as he hurried, his face looking determined on finding the culprit. He was trying to think of who, why, and how someone could do this. The mages had taken so many extra precautions to prevent something like this from happening. But how?! How could this have happened? The first ones to come to mind began with Ea. The Fire Master had been absent as of late. Even though Arlyn knew of his usual ways he couldn't have been gone for this long. But at the same time he knew that he couldn't do anything like this. This wasn't him. Was it of another race? Who would have planned such an elaborate scheme?
Turning to Dorian, wherever he was, he asked demandingly, "Who could have done this?" Indeed, a question he himself was wondering.
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Post by Dorian Namara on Dec 12, 2017 1:15:26 GMT
Dorian was a little antsy, the games and the event were highly entertaining, no doubt. It was merely how pissed off he was about having all the races here that made him incredibly anxious. The free wine was about the only thing that was helping. Well, wine at first, then he found out they had mead. Oh how he loved that stuff. The mages box was fairly empty, a few teachers were there, and he saw Arlyn, one of the masters as well. What he didn't see was a damn servant. Which was a great misfortune considering his pint of mead was also missing... all of its contents. With a sigh he stood up and made his way to the exit to go find where in mead was. As he did a small flash in the crowd caught his attention. It was one of his trackers, signaling him and pointing to the opposite side of the field where the Immortals balcony was. He walked to the edge of the mages box and squinted his eyes, trying to make out what was going on.
There seemed to be some commotion. Before he could even move there was a wave of screams from the crowd. The hair standing up on his neck told him they were not of cheering, but of horror. His attention snapped to the sound only in time to see the king of the humans falling head first into the stadium. All hell broke loose, as the crowds rushed for the gates and the gladiators abandoned the arena. Dorian made a swift signal with his hands toward the few trackers he had in the crowds, but paused as words began etching themselves out in the arena.
"Dorian!" Before he even had time to react he recognized the bellow from Arlyn. With a curt nod he followed the wisened mage out of the balcony, and regrettably leaving behind his pint of mead. The chaos in the hallways and stands was surprising, but understandable. What was surprising was the silence from Dorian, his mind was reeling trying to understand what had happened and replaying everything he had seen.
He only paused for a moment, staring down one of the halls as he could see a throng of people banging on some sort of invisible barrier... This was powerful magic. Then quickly he turned and caught up with Arlyn down a far emptier hall. The muffled voices of everyone screaming outside and murmuring in the halls echoed between them. Dorian didn't say a word, only staring at the ground at Arlyn's inquisition, trying to gather his thoughts; the king falling into the fire, a barrier produced over the entire arena, words etched into the ground...
"The suspects are almost literally endless, there's thousands of spectators. To do all of this at once suggest more than one person. One of the races perhaps to attack the other? Doesn't make sense but..." He was thinking out loud more than answering. Finally facing looking Arlyn in the eyes a strange look came over his face, "Considering the attack the Emberi Ball... Could it possibly have been mages?" This was said more quietly, but Dorian quickly shook his head, gathering his wits.
"Before we make accusations it might be wise to ask what, happened rather than who did it for now. I saw some commotion in the balcony of the immortals before the king fell, that might be a place to start?" It was more of a question than a statement to the wizened mage. Dorian's job with the school was to literally track down, sometimes hunt, young mages or rogue covens; but this was a whole other playing field. So as much as he didn't always agree with the masters of the college, that didn't mean he was dumb enough to refute their advice.
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Post by Karlyn Rivera on Dec 13, 2017 5:20:06 GMT
“Captian! The Queen!”
A soldier gasped, approaching Karlyn quickly. A few of her men had been recruited to help guard the queen as the royal observed the matches taking place below. One could never be too careful with crowds so large and using soldiers from the army to help boost the regular guard had been a good idea… Or at least Karlyn had thought so originally. But as the soldier whispered in her ear the news of her dead queen, Karlyn felt a jolt of shock and horror go through her. How could this happen to someone so well guarded! She stood up quickly as her soldier went running off somewhere else and had the intentions to help find the culprit somehow, but before she could rush away, she caught sight of a falling man in her peripheral vision.
As the King's screams echoed throughout the arena, Karlyn felt her heart freeze over. Something was very very wrong here. So much for her relaxing evening enjoying the show… In the moments that she stood amidst the crowds, trying to determine what to do, Karlyn realized that they all were trapped and that someone in this arena was the perpetrator for these horrors. Someone here was responsible for the death of her queen.
Feeling the need to do something, Karlyn again spun around with the intentions of finding her soldiers and rallying them to some form of investigation. Her quick motion sent her plowing into a dark haired man who was saying something about a commotion on the balcony of the Immortals. Karlyn had left that balcony a mere half hour ago to visit a friend. If she had been there, could she have prevented this? Realizing that she had not apologized nor even acknowledged the man, Karlyn slowed for a moment and said briefly, “Sorry. I was on my way to that balcony now.”
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Post by Corvo Dufour on Dec 13, 2017 18:41:06 GMT
The festivities were proceeding according to the plan and what was expected. The brilliant display of color had come and gone, now the gladiators were hacking away at each other for a chance to get their hand on the prize money. In all the confusion Corvo found himself on his way to the balcony where the rest of his famiy was, as he was walking toward it a couple of mages rushed past him and he had to turn his shoulder to let them pass and not get nocked over at the same time. His ebony eyes followed then and then a scream erupted from the room a few paces from where he stood.
Corvo blood ran cold at the sound and his heartbeat picked up its pace as he stormed thorugh the door, a hand on his sword. His eyes widened as he saw his mother leaning over the balcony's edge.
Where was his father? His sister?
Corvo's mind was denying what his ears heard, but as his mother screamed with tears streaming down her face, he was pulled from his trance and stormed to the balcony's edge. The sounds of screams and frightened voices overwhelmed him as he saw his father fall thorugh the air. "No... No!" The first word barely leaving his ips, the secodn with much more force behind it. His eyes were wide with terror and realization of what he was seening. His hands gribbed the wood of the balcony's elborate balustrade to the point where his knuckles turned white. His jaw worked, tensing and grinding his teeth together to hold back the desperate roar which was gathering in his throat. He closed his eyes tightly and turned his head slightly down and to the side, when the flames swallowed his father.
He was overcome with anger. Anger directed at himself and at just about everyone in the balcony. He turned with dark, thundering eyes turning to the first servant who rushed in to the room. "What happened!" He bellowed. His mother caught his gaze and managed to give him a stern look through her greif. His jaw tensed once more and he let out a rough breath through his nose. His eyes still harder than obsedian. "Find the culprit! Search everywhere! Where are the knights? Where is my sister?"
Corvo stormed out. He had to get away. His last line of defense against the sorrow and tears was anger and even that he had to control. He had to remain strong in this confusion. So he powered through it. Promising himself he would have time to concern himself with his feelings later. It was easy. Someone had pushed his father into the fire. Someone had taken his sister!
The dark-haired prince was clad in armor and a dark cloak, he wore a ring with his the Dufour sigil on it and had his sword with him. He walked at a fast pace and whistled once -in a sharp and high pitched sound - as he walked. A minute later he was joind by Fell, the dark wolfdog right at his heels, looking up at him with its golden eyes and tail slight wagging as he awaited the next command. For now Corov ignored him and walked - almost ran - and as he opened the first door he found, he was met with the sight of five dead knights. Two servants. He closed his hand on the door into a tight fist. He slammed the door and cursed under his breath, as he drew his sword and stormed on. Frantically opening every door in hope of finding his sister.
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Post by Justus Delago on Dec 14, 2017 17:12:46 GMT
Watching the show from his seat , he wasn't impressed. This was one of the times he didn't think that doing such magic was necessary , neither was it appropriate considering what had just happened just a short while ago at the ball everyone attended. It all left a very sour taste in his mouth , leaning back in his seat he adjusted himself so that he didn't look completely bored and over the whole thing before it even began.
Justus hated the political part of things. There had been not trust at the moment for anyone for that matter other then his kind. Even that waved from time to time. You couldn't trust someone solely by there race , because he knew even traders that were immortals. He only had trust for a hand full of people really , those were the people closest to him and the person he trusted the most was Elysia. He had grown up with her at his side , she had been there for him through countless battles and countless restless nights. They were strongest when they were together , but even when they had to be apart he trusted Elysia to rule the kingdom as if he was doing it himself. He had seen her grow , he had seen her become the queen she had been destined to be. From seeing her grow from when they were kids until now had been nothing less then a journey. It was a journey he would do over and over again. Even through the worst of times , she had been his rock and he had been hers. Nothing was going to change that.
Then the unthinkable happened.
He had only left the balcony for a second , someone had to speak to him and he didn't want to let anyone into their private area. Justus was never worried about himself , but he made sure that Elysia had enough guards and servants with her. Just a few moments later there had been commotion. A guard whispered in his ear that he was needed and Justus ran to his wife's side. "Who moved her!?" , he demanded as he pushed one of the guards away from her. Pushing him hard enough where he probably broke something. He could still smell the sweet poison on her lips as he held her close to him. What happened to the servants that were suppose to taste before serving it to the queen ? Who did this to his everything? He could feel hot tears roll down his eyes as he held her for a long time without moving. Stroking her hair. It was scary how everything could change so fast. Justus could feel the anger raging and starting to build up inside of him.
Guards came back to his side , telling him that the human king had fallen to his death and the princess was missing. This all could not have been a accident and now the human king couldn't be blamed for this matter either. Most importantly this was a planned attack and however did this had thought this out. In his mind he kept wondering why he even showed up to events anymore. It seemed like everyone was becoming crazy after dealing with the peace treaty for so long. Did that have anything to do with this event? He wasn;t sure.
Justus tried to carry her body out but there was no way. There was panic everywhere and everyone running. It was just as chaotic as the ball. Then there was a voice telling them they must sit in their seats and the fights must go on. A scream escaping Justus's lips that probably could be heard from across the arena. He held Elysia in his arms as they went back to the balcony. Whispering apologies in her ear that her lifeless body couldn't hear. Who ever did this had a enemy now. This meant war. Justus would not eat , he wouldn't sleep until he found the person that did this to his wife. He saw the cup she drank from laying on the floor next to her chair. A dark liquid that could have been mistaken for wine all over the floors. This must have been what they had used to poison her. He could feel his throat start to swell. He was biting his tongue. He hated being forced to do something that he didn't want to do. On top of not being able to tend to his now dead wife. The queen of immortals. Someone was going to pay.
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Post by Eolande Ashwin on Dec 15, 2017 4:27:10 GMT
Eolande loved a good gladiator fight, but one after another was getting to be rather tedious. However, dutiful as she was, she sat near the edge of her seat, appearing interested in the fights, with perfect posture keeping her back straight. She was dressed immaculately today as well, in a blue and silver gown that accentuated her figure. Seated in a primary spot, she was one of the first to notice that something was amiss. As the human king plummeted to his death, she stood up in shock, wishing she could help but being in no position to do so. Then, the word spread that the immortal queen was dead, and the human princess missing, and her guards immediately were up in arms, able to tell the pattern: royals were being targeted. They immediately surrounded her with their backs to her, facing outward in anticipation of a fight, and Eolande immediately began wishing that she had been taught to fight.
Then, with a chill, Eolande heard the voice projecting throughout the stadium, telling them to sit and watch the rest of the game. Swallowing her fear, and fighting a tremor in her hands, she sat with as much dignity as she could muster, but didn't relax. Instead, she looked around the stadium, trying to figure out who could possibly be behind this horrible tragedy.
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Post by Mathias on Dec 15, 2017 10:06:34 GMT
While the start had been quite the spectacle, it was the crescendo that held his attention. In the wake of the opening rite several people were murdered. The panic swept through the crowd gathered to watch the gladiators fight and people pushed to get out. Yet it would seem that they were trapped in here like rats in a cage. The thought made the man give pause before and recall what he had seen. Nothing had been out of the ordinary for this event but he did recall seeing someone enter and leave the Immortal's pulvinus not long before. Dark hair, not much to go on and even less to present to the king as he himself had dark hair. Even still he felt compelled to go up and find out what was going on.
Mathias pushed past the crowd in search of his people and would be greeted by many guards surrounding the king. Of course they held him back with threats of violence should he not identify himself. They were on edge and to see a man who carried a sword approach was possibly even more unsettling still. Mathias did not stop moving towards the chaos however as his hand sat on top of his sword hilt.
"Remove self from path or see sword strike true." he warned the guards as he gave them a moment for them to consider it. His eyes fell from the guard to the man tending to his dead woman. A long time ago he would have felt some kind of way about seeing this but now he felt nothing. Murder, monsters and intrigue - this was simply one of his favorite sort of situations to be in. The Immortal cleared his throat and called out to the king, "Call off your men and see yourself aided Delago." he said. Truth be told he did not know the man's first name nor did he truly wish to. He was also not one to stand on ceremony and use fancy over inflated titles.
He was a man known for his abilities concerning the slaying of monsters. Yet he did not know if the king knew of him or what he was capable of doing - or even that he was immortal like them. "Perhaps my gift could be of use to you in finding the culprit and putting them to the sword." he offered. |
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Post by Dorian Namara on Dec 15, 2017 23:29:09 GMT
It seemed as though Dorian had barely finished speaking when someone slammed into him from the side. His instant reaction was to reach with his right hand over his left shoulder and grab one of the two silver hilts exposed. When he turned to face his aggressor he found... a rather attractive, though shorter women. Then again most people seemed shorter than Dorian, so she was probably average height but still very attractive. Well, really, most women were attractive to Dorian. Typically the more alcohol he ingested, the more exponentially the number of attractive women he saw increased as well; never could figure that one out. The women stated that she was heading to the balcony of the Immortals as well. Dorian didn't let go of the hilt of his sword for a moment, glancing over at Arlyn first, then softly let the hilt go.
"Well, I may just accompany you then, I have a few questions to ask them." Dorian said calmly, glancing at Arlyn and the chaos around them. "Arlyn, do yo-" As he was speaking a women clad in leather gear and a green cloak, very similar to Dorian's approached and whisper something in his ear. "Well... rumors say that the human princess has gone as well. After I visit the Immortals it looks like I'll head there as well, every race is getting hit and if we don't find the people who did this, the stadium is going to turn in to a blood bath." Dorian spoke solemnly, "Thank you Ariel, stick to the shadows and if you hear anything else, let me know." The woman gave a curt nod and disappeared into the hallway beside them.
"Arlyn, if we don't do something to calm the crowds they're going to eat each other out of fear... If I find anything out I'll find you." He said, before turning to the women who had run in to him and with a nod began moving quickly toward the balcony of the Immortals.
"I'm sorry, my name is Dorian Namara. Why are you headed to the balcony exactly?" He asked loudly and inquisitively to where he assumed the women was as he moved through the crowd. At that same moment he heard a scream from the balcony just ahead. Not one of fear, but of an anguish... a deep anguish that nearly sent chills down Dorian's spine. Not out of fear, but because it was one he recognized. A soul shattering yell that mimicked the same one he had given only twice in his life...
With haste he picked up his speed and stopped at the door where two guards blocked his entrance. He saw the king, holding the body of his wife, and another dark haired man nearby. So this was what the commotion was about, his wife had been murdered same as the King of the Humans. This didn't bode well for where ever the princess was. Dorian paused for a moment, putting his hands behind his back and bowing his head. "Your majesty..." He spoke calmly, and courteously, though he held absolutely no respect to royalty he did know how he was supposed to act around them... and while he held no respect for loyalty, he held plenty for the loss of a loved one.
"I am.... My name is Dorian Namara, I am the Head Tracker and representative of the college." He had no doubt that considering the circumstances, a mage from the college was probably the last person anyone in the balcony wanted to see, so he spoke quickly, "I cannot begin to imagine what kind of pain you must be feeling, or hatred... I need to know what you or anyone else in the balcony saw during the events or the games or anything. Anything out of the ordinary or strange, anyone that came in to the balcony or anyone that left unexpectedly. " He spoke almost pleadingly, glancing at the king and the dark haired man, as well as the guards as his question was to everyone in the room. He knew that they probably didn't trust mages at all at this point, but now was now the time for mistrust. He had a twisted feeling in his gut that if they didn't find who did this soon, worse things were going to happen, "... And believe me, when we find him, you and the Humans can tear whoever did this limb from limb. Until then, I plead for your assistance in knowledge of what happened so that we might unravel whatever dark works are at play here."
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Post by Cyril Ashwin on Dec 16, 2017 7:15:27 GMT
Cyril had been enjoying the battles quite pleasantly. He sat there with the collectiveness as a prince of the elves would be, his calm blue eyes studying the rest of the stadium as the gladiators fought below. Occasionally his gazed moved toward the other balconies, wondering who else had attended the Oedir Battle Royale as well. The plant hunt had been a major success, and despite his absence there, the elves were grateful for the other races' help. His eyes slid from chair to chair, seeing most races in attendance however he noticed the seat for the undead king was vacant. As per usual. Causally scoffing to himself, he knew that King Marduk disregarded these events apparently, such as the last event. Maybe it was the fact that the undead wished not to celebrate peace, or perhaps the fact that they sought it not, whatever the reason was, Cyril couldn't fathom the uselessness of their indiscretion. His eyes then wandered to the actual battles taking place below as the contestants fought. However, he indeed grew bored after a while, his cheek slumping onto his hand as he watched on, wondering when their fighting is going to get interesting. He was more here for the political duty as prince, though he wished to see more than the inexperienced fight against each other. The least they could do is fight with more vigor for the amount of gold they were receiving. He found his eyes flickering upward toward his new guards. Luckily they were fitting in rather nicely. Their transition had been smooth for the most part. His eyes then moved downward, toward a battle that might have seemed interesting for a while. But it was suddenly interrupted. His eyes grew wide as he saw the king being engulfed in the flames, the screams that erupted from the audience as they fled in terror. However it seemed more out of surprise than shock as he too stood, his long white hair falling down to his sides. In seriousness, he called forth his guards. The look of fear on his younger sister's face spoke true, indeed one might fear that they would be next since they were royals.
"Come with me," he spoke to his guards, and he turned from where his place was on the balcony toward the corridors, ignoring the words being written on the ground of the arena. He then looked over to Eolande. If the perpetrator was finished with their schemes, then the balconies should be rather safe... but no one was safe here until they were found. Or perhaps this was just what they wanted. A game of cat and mouse. That was something he could play along with. "Protect her, and should you see anything of suspicion, notify me at once," with that the remaining guards acknowledged the order. He then turned, his white and light green robe with golden embroidery billowing behind him. Marching along the corridor, he could already see the other guards, especially the humans and immortals, swarming through the hallways frantically trying to find the culprit. His wary eyes darted back and forth as he walked, wondering who could possibly start such a thing. Were it a race that did this, they knew that this meant war, correct? And the elves were a force to be reckoned with, despite their reputation for being peaceful. To him at least, he was that force. Surrounded by his guards, he soon approached the group where most of the others had gathered. It seemed all sorts of races were gathering together to find the culprit, and Cyril would help. Making himself known as he stepped onto the balcony of the immortals carefully, stopping just a short distance away from King Justus and what looked like a brave swordsman. Not far from them stood what appeared to be the Head Tracker of Lledrith and an immortal captain. Despite the fear that plagued most of their expressions Cyril's was rather calm for a situation like this. Nevertheless, he spoke.
"I have had no sightings within this balcony nor the humans'," he spoke, eying the Head Tracker specifically. "However my soldiers and I shall provide aid in anyway we can," he said, offering his troops and guards to assist in searching the coliseum for the suspect.
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Post by Justus Delago on Dec 17, 2017 19:46:09 GMT
For centuries Justus had not gone a day without Elysia being by his side. Whether it was spiritually during battle or physically when he needed her. They had been the envy of many and she had been his rock. Their people saw commitment differently. You never died, to be with someone for eternity you had to have more then a physical to them. You had to to have a real connection with someone , you had to keep relearning who that person was and who they would be. It wasn't easy being immortal and it wasn't something that was made for every race. It was hard seeing people come and go , it was hard witnessing people die before you. Justus had seen lost before , he had lost his own father. The former king had gone mad and he hadn't wanted to continue on with life. That was a hard concept to grasp , that someone as strong as the king at the time just couldn't continue on. This was one of the times that Justus felt like was near that. He held the lifeless queen in his arms and he held her tight. Not tight enough that he would hurt her fragile body. There was commotion at his door , a man outside wishing to talk to him. he guards wouldn't let him in and it was best they didn't at the time. He back was still to the door as he placed his hand up to allow him through. He was more attentive now , he was aware of his surroundings more then before. Grinding his teeth together , he turned his head slightly to eye the man that bravely walked himself into his balcony without formalities. " Just because there is chaos , does not mean you forget formalities." , he raised his eyebrow as he turned back around. Did he want this man's help ? He really didn't care if he did or he didn't honestly. He knew of who he was , but not by his name. Neither did he really care to. " We will find the culprit , if you want to help that would be great. If you find this to be a burden , then you don't have to." , Justus wasn't going to force the man or make him feel like he had no choice but to help. The choice was up to him whether he wanted to help the immortal king find the killer of the queen. " And your name is? , he asked tilting his head to the side. He didn't want to not address him by such. Justus was a lot of things , but he wasn't rude. Then there was several more people in and near his balcony. He sighed as he looked them all over slowly. The head tracker at the college was speaking to him and he could feel himself start to grind his teeth together. " I appreciate the assistance. You do understand why I will not give you my complete trust at the moment. This is the second situation in just a few shorts months that the mages have been in the middle of something ... horrific But I will allow this help. As far as I know there were no sightings of someone unknown coming in or out of this balcony. What I do know is that she was poisoned. Something put something into her drink. " , he spoke as his head nodded towards the liquid that still hadn't dried onto the ground. Cyril had come into the balcony and Justus nodded acknowledgement. " Everyone's help is greatly appreciated." , he spoke to everyone. The information he gave was all he knew. He had no other clues and didn't know anything else. Cyril Ashwin Karlyn Rivera@ahelia Dorian Namara |
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Post by Karlyn Rivera on Dec 17, 2017 20:10:59 GMT
Karlyn took off through the crowd, not waiting or caring to see if the stranger followed her. She had no idea what she was walking into so an extra pair of eyes could help. Yet, Karlyn could not keep it from the back of her mind that any person trapped in here with her could be the perpetrator of these heinous acts… and that was a lot of people. She hoped that she had not just run into the perpetrator and then sort-of-kind-of invited him to follow her into the midst of her people’s royals.
What did he say his name was? Dorin? Darren? Dorian? Right. Whatever. He was working his way through the crowd near her now. “Because something happ-" A scream cut off her vague answer. The despair and torment in that scream sent Karlyn into a run. “Move, dammit” she muttered into the crowd, knowing that yelling at them would not help to calm the chaos. She shoved a few unfortunate people out of her way before finally breaking through the crowd to behold her king holding the dead queen in his arms.
Before she could say anything, Darren started speaking. It was Darren, right? Damien? Dory? She listened with only half an ear as she observed her surroundings. Another man, offering his sword to help find the killer, a pool of spilled wine, and now another man with long blonde hair offering his aide. Darren had proven to be “representative of the college” who had offered kind words for her king. She was not sure who these other people were, but she eyed them all with suspicion, especially after realizing that Darren was a mage. After hearing her king speak, Karlyn’s first move was to walk over to the wine. She dipped a careful finger into it and brought it to her nose. Poison, for certain, though her skill was not enough to identify what poison specifically. Did it even matter now that queen was dead? Perhaps the type of poison could lead to the perpetrator?
“Find the servant who brought her the wine, and learn where this wine came from.” she ordered one of her own trusted soldiers, not a regular guard, standing nearby and watched as he disappeared to do as she requested. Wiping her finger on her sturdy khaki pants, Karlyn then turned to the king and bowed deeply. “Perhaps it was not someone unknown, Your Majesty. Is there anyone, friend or foe, that raises immediate suspicion?” she asked as gently and compassionately as she could. The murderer could very well be in this room… or not. This person had also murdered the human king. Perhaps the goal was simply mass chaos not a personal vendetta. Either way, she would kill the perpetrator with her band hands if she had to. She would watch the light leave their eyes with joy after the chaos and grief this had caused. Her heart ached to see someone in so much anguish, but she pushed her own grief aside for the moment. She hid it away in the corner of her mind where all other avoidable emotions went. Justice must come first, and Karlyn had to hold herself back from snarling outwardly. ‘Immortal. You are Immortal, not wolf, ‘she told herself silently.
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Post by Mathias on Dec 18, 2017 0:31:03 GMT
He paused for a moment as the king stood and faced him. To see the pain in ones eyes, he could not remember what that felt like anymore. Yet he could reason well enough to know that this man was torn apart and sought justice for this crime. That was something he could do and so that was what he would focus on. He would not make the man barter for the information he held, he wished to be gone from this place as well. "Your wife's assailant had dark hair. While that it is not a lot to go on, it at least rules out a great deal of people. I saw someone leave, a brief flash. I caught nothing else." he offered. It would seem that he was not alone in his move to the Immortal King's side. Elves, mages, and even a human made their presence known here.
His name? He gave pause for a moment as he often did not have to say it aloud. Shaking that weird thought off he looked back up at the king. "Mathias is my name." he said. He could make no offer quite as generous as the white haired elf's proposal to lend him soldiers. What he could do was offer his immortal gift to the service of the king to try and commune with his wife before she moved on completely. "My gift allows me to enter the spirit world. In theory I could find your wife as she is not yet cold, she might remember something." he said. |
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Post by Dorian Namara on Dec 18, 2017 7:13:53 GMT
After posing his question, Dorian stood politely watching at the turn of events. Shortly after his question, an elf entered the chamber as well, offering his guard to the king. It took a moment before Dorian realized it was the prince, what was his name... Cyreal?.... Cyril! Yes. In his travels, and due to the nature of his occupation, he had to be versed in the royalty of the other nations. Largely due to the fact that you never knew when or where a mage was going to spring up. Keeping up at least basic communications with other courts greatly benefited the trackers when they would randomly barge into other nations tracking mages, or hunting rogues. He gave a curt nod to the prince at his offer of aid. Though he doubted he would use it as honestly, Dorian couldn't trust anyone at this point beyond himself and his trackers.
As the king spoke, he returned his attention to the Immortal. So her wine was poisoned? A quick glance to the dark liquid spilled over the floor suggested it was true. He watched as the woman who ran into him went to examine it. The look on her face as she smelled it seemed to confirm the words of the king further.
Shortly after, the man that was standing with them, who shortly after introduced himself as Mathias, claimed he saw a man with dark hair enter, and that someone left in a brief flash. Dark hair, brief flash, and poison. It didn't add up, the only people that could enter or leave the balconies were servants, mages, and the races themselves... mages. Mages didn't operate like this, but...
"Your majesty, trust is the last thing I expect from you considering the circumstances. But believe me when I say that protecting my people is not only my job, but my utmost concern and that an outright act of war is not something I would be keen on initiating. I want to find whoever did this as much for our safety as your vengeance." Dorian spoke calmly and professional, both of which were out of character for him but the entire situation was out of character for... well.. sanity!
He glanced around, "Thank you all. If nothing else, as an act of trust I can tell that I myself do not trust the mages here tonight. I have seen several of them acting very oddly... Which makes me wonder..." He reached up and stroked his light beard softly, this was all that Dorian had seen himself, the only clue he could add. "It is impossible for one person to have done this, but with the number of races attacked it is unlikely it was a single nation... They would have had to manipulate, or completely control those that could walk behind the scenes; mages. Perhaps administering the more delicate parts of their plan themselves, entering the balcony and perhaps... teleporting out." Though the words were loud enough for all to hear, Dorian was thinking aloud himself.
As Mathias spoke again he nodded, "That would be a useful gift if she has not moved on... But we must find the culprit soon or I fear there will be worse consequences. How could one move unseen with so many guards and eyes on the balcony and the crowds." His eyes slowly drifted past the balcony and on to the arena and some combatants that were now being forced to compete. "But all eyes weren't on the balcony, they were on the arena. What better place to hide than in plain sight."
He turned toward the king, prince, and others present, "I highly recommend you continue to search and question everyone up here... If I may make a bold request though." He glanced at Cyril, the woman, Mathias, and the king, "I may be wrong but... I also don't trust my own guards at this point. If you were to send a few of your soldiers, or guards, to the gladiator pit with me I have a strong feeling that answers may be found there." He didn't directly ask for help, choosing to leave it to everyone else's discretion. With those words though, he gave a slight bow and backed out of the room before making his way with a hurried pace toward the combatants rooms.
Why did he have a feeling that the person who did this was down there? Well, it wasn't something he was going to say out loud, but if he was going to assassinate royals and cause this much chaos, then he would have entered the competition...
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Post by Arlyn Norwood on Dec 20, 2017 0:46:08 GMT
Arlyn continued with haste as the other man turned to leave. Indeed they were heading in opposite directions, him the balcony of the immortals he would presume, and Arlyn was heading toward the spectating area to assist in calming down the crowd. Hopefully they wouldn't be blamed for all of this. But in a way they were partially responsible. For letting a tragedy such as this happen again despite what happened last time at the ball. But they had taken all precaution, all measures to ensure that it had gone smoothly. Yet they still hadn't any leads on the rogue mages that fled from the ball. Was it even them in the first place? But how in the world could they be here? That meant that they must have been amongst them all along. But... who? Arlyn came to a sudden realization. Maybe it was the mages, the very ones that were now trying to secure the school, might be also trying to secure a way out for the perpetuator. Or worse, blame it all on someone that was innocent. But why in the world were they trying to wait until the gladiator matches ended, it made no sense...
However, the forcefield meant something. It meant that whoever did this, must have magic. And what stronger magic than the mages themselves? But maybe then there was a way for them to escape it or whoever did the crime, while keeping everyone else locked in. Hurriedly, the Water Master made his ways out the halls, and toward the seating. Majority of the spectators were seated at that point, though some were still in a frenzy. The elderly mage suspiciously gazed around, trying to figure out where the other mages were. Not many he spotted, but they were there dressed in cloaks as they sat amongst the audience. Standing as he walked on the stairs, he gazed over the crowd to find any clue, any sort of sign that whoever did this might still be here. At the corner of his eye, he saw a shadow of a figure running. A cloak they had worn, that most likely of the school but it looked rather out of place. After immediately looking in that direction, he took off after them.
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