[h1]The Following Afternoon at Four[/h1]
[h3]Dark Lords Castle - Study[/h3]

Within the confines of the castle upon the mountain cliff, as the afternoon sun hid behind the light clouds after the night's rain, the Dark Lord himself and his trusted Seven gathered around a large table to speak of their plans. One, wished for them to find support in the human population of Ellyria though they all knew that it was the humans hatred of the inhuman that had begun the conflict. Another was silent, speaking only within the safe confines of his masters mind while the others breathed their opinions, some loud and others soft. They were not humans as it was, and few of them cared to be humane to end the means of this long war. A few of them had been alive since it's very start, others born long after, but few remembered what it was like to be at peace and none knew the feeling of acceptance from humans. A map was spread out over the large table, held to the corners by knives since the wood itself was old and had been used for roughly a hundred years to hold this map in place. The positions of their armies were marked by small black skulls, with a red one marking the place  where Jaquen currently stood, the ruins of a village that existed near the boarder three nights before. Sunlight filtered through the clouds through the windows to dance upon the floor, and the remainder of the room was lit with candles while a fire in the hearth kept the room warm while autumn and winter began to sneak up on them. It would be another long winter, and a place where humans would welcome all help. Perhaps the bow had a point after all, though one would sooner kill the boy than allow his master to entertain mortals. 

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[h3]LightKeep[/h3]


A battle won was a small victory in a very long war, but with as few casualties as their had been the king felt proper to celebrate and raise the moral of those who sat within the capitol. The visiting nobles would feast and dance, enjoying life while the Kingsguard kept them safe and the princes continued to court and flirt with the young ladies of the court. The Princess would allow her father believe her helpless, though the few who knew would keep the secret of the fey-touched girl while staying at court, lest they befall an unforunate accident upon the road home from the capitol. The space outside overlooked the deep blue ocean where sunlight sparkled on the surface and the sun shone brilliantly in the sky. If one looked from the highest tower of LightKeep they would be able to see the clouds hanging still in the sky, far toward the mountains though one would only be able to see the peeks if they looked closely. It was a long march from here to the boarder, and further still to the place where great evil rested and few dared to make the journey, much less as many times as Ser Jaime has.