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NotFishing

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The Throne Room

"No!"

came Roland's voice as he sprinted across the room. It was a voice full of fear, and grief, and rage - three things none could remember hearing from him before.

"No! No! NO!"

he roared as he dropped to his knees next to his father's body.

"Blood of Alyssia..."

whispered Gallus as he stepped closer, his eyes wide.

"Father..."

Derene gasped as she pushed her way through the crowd and realized what had happened. Kathlyn was behind her, too stunned to even speak.

The efforts of Flynn, Adrienne, and Ariadne to take charge of the situation and set the crowd at ease seemed to be working. There was no more screaming, and no one was trying to run for the doors. Everyone seemed shocked into a numb silence. As more and more guards filtered into the room to investigate the disturbance, Dalhover and the local guard officers addressed them and began organizing them into teams. Some were posted at the entrances to the room, others were dispatched to search the palace or carry messages to other forces.

Meanwhile, Roland reached a hand toward the dagger in his father's neck.

"This knife..."

he whispered aloud, as his hand suddenly closed around the hilt and ripped it free in a spray of blood.

"What are you doing!?"

Leon demanded. Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

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NotFishing

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The crowd gasped and the guards still in the room drew their weapons, but Roland paid them no heed. He wiped the knife off on his cloak, then rose to his feet and raised it high.

"This knife is of goblin make!"

he shouted, and indeed those in the room who were well-versed in goblin craftmanship seemed to recognize it well enough - the distinctive curved and greenish blade, and the hilt that was just a little bit too small for the hands of an adult from any other race to wield effectively.

"Dalhover!"

Roland turned to the knight.

"Find every goblin in the palace!"

he ordered, not even bothering to hide the rage in his voice. There was a manic look in his eyes.

"Have them detained!"

His gaze swivelled across the room and settled meaningfully on Reyner's retainers.

"No one can be above suspicion!"

Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

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Drahcir Evan

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“LIKE HELL!” Reyner roared, filling the room with his inhuman fury. The murderous disdain on his face was truly terrifying, eyes wide with a rage not often seen.

He spun around, brandishing his free hammer at arm’s length to create distance between himself and the surrounding crowd. The mostly-noble audience, filled with those unaccustomed to such situations, were quick to give him the space he demanded. His second hammer remained clutched across the body of Golga, his goblin companion. The little green woman was visibly frightened, but knew better than to question the lord with whom she trusted her life.

“Touch them, and you’ll answer to me! ” he declared, with every ounce of the threat’s honesty painted fiendishly across his face. The mental floodgate was opened, and a raging torrent of thoughts tore through the young lord’s mind as the situation unfolded.

Gotha tensed up beside them, teeth bared as her eyes scoured the room. She put up a strong front, but it was clear that her newly aggressive demeanor was nervously covering up fear.

31-Jan-2022 08:56:41

Apr

2016

Taleisin

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Chloelle turned towards Flynn, the tears shining on her cheeks. With a soft sob, she turned and leaned into him - the picture of abject misery and grief. It was times like these where it was clear that being older as an elf did not necessarily mean wiser and more mature.

Even in her grief, she did not miss his muttered confusion, and looked up at him - about to ask what he was referring to when Roland made an appearance. She turned her head back to look at him, her mouth opening at first to speak. But then her expression became one of shock as he tugged the knife free from their father's corpse. Some of the spray of blood spattered across her dress and face, and her eyes widened.

"N-No...."

She started to whisper, half raising a hand as Roland rose and shouted his orders.

Chaos erupted once more around them, filling her ears with whispers, screams, a challenging roar. Every single voice seemed to dig into her ears - gradually growing worse and worse until she finally could not take it anymore.

"STOP!"

She shrieked, finally releasing the dead King's hand and stumbling to her feet - half relying on Flynn to support her. She wobbled a little, her tearfilled eyes glaring around, namely at Roland and Reyner, waiting for the hubbub to die down.

"Our father....Is dead ,"

she managed to force out, her voice clear but trembling.

"No-one is leaving this place until we know who is responsible. But that doesn't mean.....Damn it! Is this how you want to see him at rest?! By starting a war before his body has even grown cold?!"

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George Rozas

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Before Flynn could answer Ria's question another bout of pandemonium shook the room, Roland's arrival at their father's side and subsequent explosion of rage and manic accusations snapping Flynn from his focus. Mentally he cursed himself for being so distracted, enough so that he'd not realized Roland had yanked the knife free until the deed was done and droplets of blood had splattered his cheek. A half-second was spent catching the eye of Ria, an unspoken indication of 'later'.

It was Chloelle, surprisingly, who first broke into the sudden standoff between Roland and Reyner. As she rose Flynn rose with her, using an arm to support her still shaky form. The prince's gaze shifted between the other two princes, the manic eyes of Roland against the fury of Reyner - whether there was some level of logic to Roland's declarations or not, this was not the way to handle it. Yet his brother's grief was fresh, raw - Flynn couldn't find it in himself to fully blame him for the actions.

That would not stop him from refuting them, however.

" Enough, brother! " Flynn followed up his sister's words. " You grasp at the first answer you find without regard to the truth, you know as well as I that the weapon's craftmanship is no indication of who used it. " He could see the raw logic, he could even see further strings of it that extended beyond what was said, but ultimately it was a flimsy logic - anyone could purchase a weapon of goblin make should they find themselves in the right place to do so, and one who could wield portal magic was one who could take a dagger without even being seen.

" We grieve with you, Roland - but to detain every goblin, whether servant or guest, on no more than this is an action bordering on madness. I cannot abide it, and I will not stand for it should you insist further. " He extended his hand, palm upturned, towards his brother. " Hand me the knife, there is something I must see. " I am Inferi.

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Mar

2023

Bluefirecan

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Adrienne's words echoed through the hall, settling the nobles for now. She silently thanked the stars for that, knowing how much worse things could be assuming her words hadn't had their intended effect.

Of course, the semblance of peace could only last so long. It was Roland who broke it, claiming that the knife was on goblin make. He ripped the knife free of their father's neck, sending a spray of blood over Chloelle's face, gown, and Adrienne's dress. Roland insisted that every goblin be detained, sending Reyner into a fit of rage. Rie had been aware of Reyner's impact on a peace treaty with a local goblin tribe, so it surprised her none to hear him stand up for the race so fully.

Flynn stepped in, trying to quell the growing rage. Adrienne stepped up as well, reaching out to her enraged younger brother.

"Roland,"

she said, carefully choosing her next words,

"You know Flynn is correct. And as you said, no one is above suspicion. That goes for anyone , regardless of their birth."

Assuming he accepted her hand, Adrienne would give his a reassuring squeeze. Regardless, though she was speaking in her most diplomatic voice, it was clear on her face how much this affected her as well. Now that she was turned away from the crowd, she allowed her calm facade to break. Tears welled up in her eyes, and if Roland had accepted her hand, he would be able to tell she was shaking. Silently, she hoped that seeing her so distraught would train his tongue for his next actions - they grew up together, and though they had their differences, they were still siblings.
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31-Jan-2022 14:05:59

Inferi

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For just a moment, things were beginning to come under control. The chaos was beginning to settle, everyone was quieting down, and there was the briefest of moments with which they could try and figure something, anything, out. There were no answers yet, none, only conjecture and guesswork, and that was the last thing with which they needed to start another wave of chaos.

And it was this with which Roland chose to arm himself, grief and rage clouding judgment and forcing through a side of him that she had never seen. It was strange and horrifying to see someone of his nature looking so wild, and even more so to see him tear the knife from their father’s neck without seeming to care what he was doing.

Yet the worst thing was the immediate decision to bring back the chaos, to blame someone that there was absolutely no proof and would serve no purpose but to escalate what they had tried so hard to quell. She spun, drawing in breath, and everyone in the immediate vicinity would feel the air around them ripple as her own mask of calm began to crack.

A moment of hesitation was enough to stop her from this, however, as Chloelle shouted out instead. The deep breath that Ariadne had drawn to shout instead remained within, her expression one of a person who is trying their hardest to control something that should not be breaking free. She exhaled slowly, repeating the process twice before she was able to speak again, and in that time Roland was spoken to by both Flynn and Rie, negating her own need to do so unless he tried to continue his insanity. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

31-Jan-2022 22:48:23

Inferi

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Instead, she stepped away from the King’s body, slowly approaching Reyner as he stood there with his hammers extended. She took the most nonthreatening stance she could, and even if she might not be the best person to try this it seemed as though she would need to.

“

Reyner, please, lower your weapons.

” she said, her tone pleading with him as she stopped several feet away. “

Nobody will harm them, I swear. I will not allow it. More people will not die for this.

”

During the last line, her voice began to shake, just slightly and the intensity began to raise. The anger and helplessness she had felt since seeing the King’s body was beginning to surface, and no matter how much she pushed it down it would not stay there forever. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

31-Jan-2022 22:48:32

Azi Demonica

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Dalhover and the guard captain followed along with what Adrienne and Ariadne had instructed, the crowd calming somewhat.

Ariadne, Reyner, Gotha and Golga conversed about what had happened while the old knight and guard captain rallied some guards, seeking out magic-users and asking them to remain. However, what progress could they make? Portals were a myth until now, a kind of magic very few even knew about.

Once able, Dalhover and the officers assembled teams, some guarding, others patrolling and a discovery was made--albeit Dalhover’s eyes widened when Roland ripped the dagger out His Majesty’s neck, bloodying Chloelle’s dress further--the killing blade was of goblin make.

Reyner’s response was with rage against Roland’s indirect accusation, protecting his goblins. He was not the only brother in objection; Flynn asked for see the dagger...

Meanwhile, the royal siblings discussed their views, Dalhover observed, pondering to himself. ''Officers, tell the guards to be on continuous alert. We don’t know if more portals will appear, let alone what else may emerge from them.''

Ariadne implored her brother to lower his war hammers, trying to reduce potential violence.

Dalhover stepped into the scene. ''I doubt a goblin could hurl a dagger with such skill. That dagger was either wholly empowered by magic or thrown by a master practitioner. Whatever magic used, a Scion amongst us is a traitor. If not, then we have a serious problem.''

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NotFishing

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The Throne Room

Roland glared at each one of his siblings in turn, as if offended that none of them had stood in his support. Then, finally, he relented.

"Take the damned thing,"

he said, almost petulantly as he held out the blade to Flynn hilt-first.

The blade was perfectly mundane - there was nothing supernatural about it. At least, nothing that Flynn could detect.

Then Dalhover voiced his announcement, and a number of the Scions looked at him in bewilderment.

"Don't be absurd,"

Derene interjected.

"All of our abilities are accounted for. It couldn't have been any of us. None of us can do... that."

"She's right,"

Leon nodded, rising to his feet.

"It couldn't have been any of the Scions. At least none that are known to us."

"Father was not exactly... faithful... to his marriages..."

Gallus pointed out reluctantly, clearly finding it somewhat taboo to be discussing his own father's affairs above the same man's corpse.

"He had... many children. It's possible that not all of them made their status public."

"You're saying there's an unaccounted rogue Scion out there somewhere?"

Derene asked.

"And they did this?"

Gallus shrugged.

"It's the only explanation I can think of."

Leon seemed to agree as well.

"Neither can I, but... I don't like the implications."

He looked down at the corpse of his brother.

"But now isn't the time to discuss this. Your father's body must be... taken care of... and the Scroll of Succession must be read."

The Scroll of Succession. In the event that a King or Queen died before they could formally announce an heir, it was tradition to keep a list which stated their preferred succession order. It was kept under the tightest security. Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

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