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{ROLEPLAY CLOSED] - Through The Pages - Fairy Tale Roleplay (Private/ Invite Only)

Yes you can make a muse, because there are 5 different muses and each represent something different. You could make a muse with that sort of recoil, like a story teller. An idea would be Scheherazade, storyteller of a thousand stories. Vicier would have responded but she's a little busy at the moment so she had me respond on her behalf :D

{ROLEPLAY CLOSED] - Through The Pages - Fairy Tale Roleplay (Private/ Invite Only)

James Bartholomew Beauchamp

Captain of the Jolly Roger

~General Information~

Name (Fairy Tale World): Captain Hook
Other Names (Fairy Tale World): Hook, Codfish, and Captain
Real Name (Fairy Tale World): James Bartholomew Beauchamp
Occupation (Fairy Tale World): Captain of the Jolly Roger
Place Of Origin: Old New York, American; Earth
Age: 40
Affiliation (Fairy Tale World): Chaotic Neutral, Lawful Evil

Chaotic Neutral - Captain Hook is a free spirit and sails the seas seeking adventure and treasure.

Appearance - Thirteen Years Ago (27):



Appearance - Fairytale World (40):



Wardrobe Style (Fairy Tale World):

The Jolly Roger (Presently) - Having gone to a very prestigious school, and being in a family that was well off, James always dressed to impress. Currently he wears a frock coat which varies between red and black. This covers a colonial shirt which varies between red, white, and black, depending on his mood. Covering his posterior dimensions would be knee breeches accompanied with white or black socks attached under his breeches using garters. On his feet were low cut leather shoes accented with gold buckles. He found that the classic choice of leather boots made him slower on his feet.

~Relationship Information~

Relationship Status: Single
Partner: None
Father: Frederick Beauchamp (Deceased)
Mother: Joanna Beauchamp (Deceased)
Siblings: Freya Beauchamp (Maleficent)
Pet/s: None
Other: Blackbeard (Former Captain), Maleficent (Sister’s Adoptive Mother), King Uther (Sister’s Faux-Father), King Arthur (Sister’s Faux-Brother), Merlin/Emrys (Physician and Mentor)

~Personal Information~

Personality:

Captain Hook’s personality is as ever changing as the sea. One moment he can be seen killing his own crew due to sheer annoyance of them, and the next he could be crying to his mommy. Over the years of being a pirate, Hook has found a balance between honor and piracy. He has been desensitized to human life and sees it as just something else for him to take should he see fit. Years of fighting Pan, trying to exact his revenge, have made him bitter and cold to the world. But through all of this he has kept his sense of honor and dignity, and constantly calls Peter out for having ‘Bad Form’. At times he is a mere coward who hides from the crocodile who tasted his blood so long ago, and constantly follows him around for more taste.

Strengths:

He is a cold and ruthless pirate, who will take what he pleases no matter the cost. He has a loyal crew willing to fight to the death for him, and a ship manned with canons at his disposal. The years of being a pirate, and fighting with Pan, have made him an amazing swordsman. With nothing stopping him from gunning someone down merely for his own pleasure, and a ship full of pirates at his disposal, he is the most feared pirate on the seas.

Weaknesses:

At the sight of his own blood, Hook will turn tail so he doesn’t have to see it. His yellow blood isn’t natural and it scares him just to see it. He is also terrified of the crocodile that ate his hand, afraid that should he slip up the crocodile would not hesitate the chance to taste the captains sweet blood once more. He has unconditional love for his sister. Even though he doesn’t approve of what she’s doing, he will do anything to protect her. She is more important to Hook than life itself, and he would gladly lay down his life to save that of his sisters.

Magic Capabilities:

None

Weapons:
On his left hand side Hook has a rapier with a golden guard, and a flintlock pistol loaded at all times. And of course in place of his right hand, he has a sharpened iron hook that is useful should he lose his sword. In his right hand shirt pocket he carries a poison with him that he plans to use on Peter Pan should he get the chance.

Brief Biography (Life On Earth):

Captain Hook was born as James Bartholomew Beauchamp to Frederick and Joanna Beauchamp. A fact of which only his sister, Freya, knows of. When he was three his little sister Freya was born, and he loved her more than anything. Growing up he always watched after he and protected her from any dangers they might happen across. Being born into a wealthy family gave him a sense of entitlement. His every need was catered to on a daily basis. This led him to be quite a spoiled boy, who thought he could just take whatever he wanted and do whatever he wanted and all would be well.

With his father gone frequently for work, James grew to be a mommy’s boy. To him his mother was the more lenient of the two parents, and often let him get away with things his father would not. Though he felt entitled that did not leave him without manners. His mother taught him how to act like a proper gentleman, and being the mommy’s boy he was he heeded every word of it. His sister was a bit more troublesome for his mother though, and there were many days when she would ask him to watch after Freya while she tried to find comfort in a bottle.

There would be times when their father would come home because Freya always behaved for him, but these were the bad times for James. His father was much more strict, and would often punish him for what his mother would call mere childish pranks. This led James to despise being controlled though keeping his temper because he knew he had to respect his parents.

When he was 14 and his sister 11, his parents sent him off to a boarding school, Eton, to study. In his last year of school he was a part of the most exalted assemblage in the world - Eton Society, or Pop. Many at the school say that James’ election was a surprise to the Pops, and that he must have manipulated the ballots in some way. In his studies he was in the first 100, top of the school.

He was 18 when he graduated from Eton and was able to leave for home. He was excited to see his mother and sister again, and couldn’t wait to get home. Unfortunately nothing had gotten better between his sister and mother, things were just as rocky as ever. Father was still gone quite often leaving mother and sister alone. He could see things falling apart.

The next year his father went on another business trip leaving the three of them alone. One night while he was asleep he awoke to a commotion in the hall, father was holding mother trying to console her. Next thing he saw was his sister running outside from their parents master bedroom. Without skipping a beat he chased after her, crying her name out. Until he saw her disappear in front of his eyes.

James debated for a moment whether or not to follow, but the answer was clear. His sister was more precious to him than life itself, no matter what awaited him on the other side he had to go through, for his sister. When he stepped through the two trees he saw standing in front of him his sister, and another lady dressed in fine black clothing.

Brief Biography (Life In The Fairy Tale World):

When he saw the woman dressed in black he knew she wasn’t up to any good. He followed his sister until he knew she would be safe, but he didn’t want anything to do with Maleficent so he left on his own seeking to return. Unfortunately he had lost his way and ended up just exploring this new world he was in of magic. It wasn’t long before he came across a ship near waters of which were unknown to him. Hoping that they would know how he could get home he approached them to ask, only to find out they were pirates!

After he asked the pirates about New York, they all laughed and called him crazy. Then they grabbed him and tried dragging him aboard the ship. James had a fear of water though, which caused him to cause quite the struggle against the pirates before they were able to drag him aboard.

It was at the time a man with a beard as black as night, no even blacker, walked down the steps of his galleon and onto the main deck, his heavy footsteps sending a chill down his spine. The man’s beard seemed to be on fire at first glance, instilling fear into the young man. Though later he realized these were just fuses tied into the pirate’s beard. This was the scourge of the seas, the most notorious pirate to set sail. Blackbeard.

Blackbeard praised James for his struggle against the crew, and invited him to join his crew. James didn’t mention his fear of water being the reason behind his struggle because of his fear of death, so he accepted and went sailing on the seas with Blackbeard. After some time on the open waters, James fear of water subsided and eventually disappeared. In fact it even grew for a love of water.

Two years passed and James had worked his way up to being Blackbeard’s bo’sun. He was second in command of Queen Annes Revenge and was enjoying every minute of it. They took what they wanted and did what they wanted, there was no one to stop them.

James began missing his sister, and grew concerned about how things had been going between her and Maleficent. He spoke with Blackbeard and asked that he be allowed to leave the crew to go find his sister. With some thought Blackbeard agreed and sent James on his way with some rum and provisions.

When he returned to his sister, he saw that she was safe. But he didn’t like that path she was going down. It was then that he tried warning her but to no avail. So he stood by and watched, and followed her wherever she went to be sure she was safe.

He followed her until one day Maleficent decided to pass on her power to his sister, also ending Maleficent’s life. This threw his sister into a rampage across the land, and he was sad to see the monster she had become. Once she had returned from her rampage, he told her how disappointed he was in her, and how she could have become such a great person. Before he left he told her that he would always protect her, she meant more to him than life itself. But he could never condone her actions. Then he left Maleficent to her own thoughts and went to find adventure in this new land.

It was during this time that he went out on his own and was able to find a ship, and recruit a crew. He used all of his swag from his travels with blackbeard to buy his new ship, The Jolly Roger. And the crew were to be paid upon plunder. He set sail around this new world to explore, and soon came to an island which was different from the rest. A place he hadn’t come across before in his travels.

It was here that he met a boy named Peter Pan. James had no reason to distrust the boy, and he had nothing to gain from the boy, a simple curiosity befell him. More curious was that the boy could fly! But the boy wasn’t friendly, and didn’t like the pirates on his island. Neverland he called it.

One day, having had enough of Peter Pan’s tom foolery, James drew his sword on the boy. Unfortunately for him Peter threw some dust into James eyes then cut off his hand. A yellow blood flowed from the veins of his severed hand, Hook was terrified of it. This was the first time he had seen his own blood, and never did he expect it to be yellow. He stepped back and then looked up into the air where Peter stayed midair with James right hand in his own.

Peter flew to the edge of a nearby cliff and held the hand over about to drop it. James ran to the edge of the cliff shouting at peter, cursing his name. He looked down and saw a giant crocodile in the waters below. A drop of the man’s yellow blood fell into the waters and immediately gained the crocodiles attention. The crocodile reared up and opened it’s mouth up for more, snapping every once in awhile. Then Peter dropped the severed hand into the crocs awaiting mouth and left the captain.

When he returned to his ship his bo’sun, Smee, bandaged up the captains wrist and stopped the bleeding. It was then that James sent Smee to get him something to put where his hand once was. Smee returned with an iron hook that would be attached via a device he strapped to his arm. The next time Smee addressed James as Captain James, he was silenced and told… “It’s Captain Hook…”

~Other Information~

~Theme Song~

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[ROLEPLAY CLOSED] - The Rise Of Camelot

Kornesin Auvrearuil and Arthur Pendragon

Kornesin had awoken early that morn, as he does each day. He wakes up earlier than any of the nobles and is ready for the day in no more than an hour. His day consisted of following around the king and assisting in any matters in which the king had. Today they were to greet guests from foreign lands, and meet their Roman, soon to be, allies. He dressed in his finest clothes that day, he loved to make an impression. Of course everyone would be dressed in their finest garb today, with the festivities and such.

After adjusting his clothes, and brushing his shoulders off, Kornesin went for a walk around Camelot. He did this on occasion to keep up on what was happening around the city, and keep the king info. Although this early in the morning not a lot was going on. People were just waking up for the day, getting ready of course for the festival. After strolling along the streets of Camelot and finding nothing of interest, to him at least, he returned to the castle to find Uther.

He didn’t search long before heard Uther talking to Arthur just down the stone halls he was walking down. He approached the young prince’s room and saw Clarke standing outside of the room, waiting for the king to leave before he delivered these books on Rome it would appear. Not even speaking a word he simply stood next to the boy, placing his hands behind his back and holding his head high, while he too waited for the king to conclude his business with Arthur. While waiting he looked down at the young lad next to him and nodded after a moment as a greeting, then returned his head to the held high position it was before.

From what Kornesin was hearing, Uther was breaking the news to his son that he would be marrying Seppia, creating an alliance between Camelot and Rome. Arthur did not sound too pleased, but so was the life of a royal. After Arthur inadvertently agreed to the marriage, though he didn’t have a choice, Uther came out of Arthur’s room and made his way to the courtyard where they would be greeting their guests. Kornesin followed close behind. Once out on the courtyard, there he stood waiting for the guests to arrive.

The carriage which contained Seppia and her brother Seppius arrived in the courtyard of the castle. The carriage driver stepped down from the front of the carriage and patted the horses, giving them a treat. Arthur hesitated for a moment and turned to look at his father, before facing back to the carriage. He took a deep breath then made his way to the carriage to open the door for Seppia and Seppius, and welcome them to Camelot. He opened the door to the carriage and stepped aside, allowing Seppius to step out of the carriage first.

"Welcome to Camelot, I trust that your journey was safe." Arthur said to Seppius after he was out of the carriage. Then he stepped up and held his hand out for Seppia to take hold while she exited the carriage. Arthur was rather surprised at how beautiful she really was. For some reason he didn't expect her to be so pretty. Long and well kept black hair, brown eyes, and smooth pale skin. Her beauty was great but none the less, he had eyes for another and he still wasn't pleased about the marriage. Though unhappy he put on a smile to greet his future wife. She took his hand and lightly stepped out of the carriage. "My lady." He brought her hand up and gave it a light kiss. "It's good to see that you've arrived safely."

Poly's Short Stories

A lanky, and somewhat old, man was walking through a very odd forest full of colorful creatures and giant mushroom trees, among other vegetation. Humming to himself as he enjoyed his stroll. Butterflies were plentiful in the skies and were not afraid of the man. As he continues to trek through this strange and ponderous land it began to dim, and grey clouds grew thick above instead of the colorful butterflies.

Odd in the distance he spied a lovely chateau on a hill surrounded by giant, full colored, mushrooms. Unaware of where he was, and not too concerned, he made his way up the hill to where the steps were. He stood at the base of the steps and looked up at the abode for a moment before trekking the steps to the front door. He gave a knock on the door before entering into the home. He heard a couple of people from behind the doors in here, it would appear that this was merely a guest chateau and that there was more to come.

He left the chateau and moved to the back yard, and further up the hill. There seemed to be a made before him, and on the other side an absolutely lovely manse. He continued trekking on into the maze and kept a good eye about him. But it seemed to be well lit, and there were dead creatures of sorts about on the ground. He carefully tip toed around the beasts, not to get his shoes mucked up, and soon made it out of the maze. He had arrived on the other side where the manse, which so caught his eye, stood.

He walked up the steps to the door and paused for a moment. He heard some interesting conversation going on behind the door.

"You rotting skeever! This'll teach you to touch my cheese!" the voice shouted.

The man who had traveled across this land, and to this very door lifted his hand and gave 3 consecutive knocks.

"What do you want now Dervenin, you effervescent eye sore!" the voice from inside shouted, as thuds were heard getting closer to the door until the door swung wide open where stood a man dressed in colorful, and quite dashing garb.

"You're not Dervenin, but I like the way you present yourself haha! I love the hat, but enough chit chat. Oh, I'm a poet and I didn't even realize until now. We're getting off topic here, who are you, and how did you get here, and what makes you think you can interupt this very special performance by my new skeever friend?! Well answer up or you'll be joining Joffery in his play." the man spouted.

"My name is Cadwell, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm terribly sorry to intrude, I was simply wandering around and saw a very alluring portal. I couldn't resist and walked through to see where it would take me. May I ask where I have happened upon it is quite beautiful if I do say so myself, and this manse is quite esquisite. Also who do I have the pleasure of addressing?" Cadwell said with a tip of his hat

"Cadwell you absolute mad man! What if you walked into that portal and it led into the middle of Gabriel and stuck you in rocks for eternity. Luckily for you that portal lead to my home here in the shimmering isles. That basket head Dervenin must have left it open. I'll be sure that doesn't happen again... As for me. you can call me daisy; if you like having your entrails removed and used to string you up like a puppet. But if that's not your cup of tea, or milk, or boiling lava! Well then you can call me Sheogorath, daedric Prince of madness. Charmed." the Prince of madness said to the mad man Cadwell. Now if you don't mind I'm missing my show, would you like to watch?" the Prince of madness asked the mad man Cadwell. He turned and walked inside, taking a seat at a table in the middle of the room.

"Sheogorath! Well it is good to meet you. I do think I'll join you for your show. Do tell, how do you get a skeever act for you?" Cadwell asked as he followed behind Sheogorath. But before the Daedric Prince could answer, he saw the answer for himself. There was a skeever being controlled like a puppet using it's own entrails. "My god man."

"What? Don't you like my play, well if you don't lie it you can get off of my island!" Sheogorath shouted.

"No, no you have me all wrong. I find it clever, very artistic. I can already see the plot of this play. The poor fellow, left by his wife for a horker." Cadwell observed. When Sheogorath heard his words, his face lit up.

"Caddy! You've just earned yourself the highest of honors on my isles. Would you like some nice cheese, aged for eternity?" Sheogorath said, enthusiastically grabbing a platter with a variety of cheeses on it and extending it to Cadwell.

"Cheese aged for eternity? My favorite! There really is no better cheese then eternity cheese" Cadwell said, grabbing a piece of cheese of the plate and throwing it into his mouth. "Mm! Amazing Sheogorath."

"Why thank you, I don't give my cheese to just anybody. Come have a seat Caddy and enjoy the play. Or don't this skeever is a terrible actor, not nearly enough emotion. That's why I prefer mortals, they're full of those crazy things, overflowing with them even." Sheogorath commented.

"Yes you are quite right this skeever is going to go nowhere with this kind of acting. Next thing you know he'll be out in the back alleys selling himself for skooma" Cadwell said as he took a seat next to the mad Prince. "On a side note, I must know, are your jammies as mad as everyone says they are?"

"Ha! Madder even!" Sheogorath have a loud whistle and the skeever stopped it's movement and just dangled there, a still puppet. Then suddenly out of a nearby door came running in a pair of pink pajamas like a wild man. The head hole encased the skeever and the jammies appeared to be eating it in a ravenous matter. "Look at them, a hurling image of myself. Or is it spitting?" at that moment the pajamas spit out the bones of the skeever it had just devoured. "Yup it's hurling alright!"

"By God's they are as mad as I imagined them to be. Mad as a camel in Skyrim! I'm learning all sorts of new things recently. Like did you know in Tamriel, fire is actually warm? It was quite a surprise after being in coldharbour for so long where the fire is colder than ice" Cadwell said

"You come from coldharbour?! How in oblivion did you get out?! No, let me guess. You made a deal with Molag Bal to sabotage me and eat my cheese! I'll have your brains frozen for my desert!" Sheogorath exclaimed, quickly jumping to conclusions.

"Calm your jammies Sheogorath" at this, Sheogorath gave a whistle and his jammies stood straight.

"You heard the man, calm yourself! Now let's hear what he has to say" Sheogorath said to his own pajamas.

"Thank you" Cadwell said directing it at the jammies as well. "As I was saying, some soulless lad was blundering through coldharbour looking for a way out, looking for the one they call the prophet down there. He came back one day and invited me to come out into tamriel with him. Now he's off questing about trying to stop Molag Val and what not, I hear he's joined the mages guild as well." Cadwell explained.

"He just came through here! I'm having a bit of fun with him right now, I think next I'll have him put on a grand ol' play! He's after these tomes for old Shalidor, he wants to steal his island back but he isn't going to get it, not by the hairs on my back!" Sheogorath exclaimed as he stood from his chair. "You've been wonderful company Cadwell but I have to set up the stage for our hero's next act. I'll tell you what, I've grown quite fond of that hat of yours, it could go lovely with some cheese in it. Let me have your hat and you can have my mad pink jammies eh, what do you say to that?" Sheogorath offered the mad man.

"As much as I would love to have your jammies, I can't leave my hat. We've been through too much together. Why this here cap saved me once or twice in coldharbour. Well quite a few times but surely you understand." Cadwell explained.

"I know exactly what you mean! Why for the longest time I lost my dearest forky. I looked all over these isles for him, then than hero of yours found him in skyrim and brought him back. I'll never separate myself from forky again. Go on and have the jammies I don't wear them anyways. I'll give you a portal back to Tamriel and you and my mad jammies can be on your way. But do please visit again soon, you've been amazing company, better than any mortal you mad man. Now go on before I carve you into a sculpture!" Sheogorath said as he opened up a portal into Tamriel.

"Thank you Sheogorath, your company was most pleasurable. I will look for a way to return, you seem to be the only one who makes any sense around here lately. Good bye Prince of Madness" Cadwel said as he stepped towards the portal.

"Good day!" Sheogorath said pushing him through the portal. When Cadwell appeared on the other side he was on the top of a mountain in skyrim.

"Well... This should make for a pleasant walk. Let's go Jammies" Cadwell said, stepping down the path down the mountain as his new jammies followed closely behind.

[ROLEPLAY CLOSED] - The Rise Of Camelot

Kornesin Auvrearuil

~General Information~

Name: Kornesin

Other Names: Black hearted brother (by kin)

Real Name (If Applicable): Kornesin Auvrearuil

Occupation: Advisor to Uther Pendragon

Place Of Origin: Coraithess, an elven dwelling in the forests of england.

Age: 379

Race: High Elve

Affiliation: Lawful Evil

Appearance - 25 Years Old:

~Relationship Information~

Relationship Status: Single
Partner: None
Father: Elandril Auvrearuil
Mother: Amavar Auvrearuil
Siblings: Ladul Auvrearuil
Pet/s: none
Other: Arnesara Auvrearuil - Deceased love

~Personal Information~

Personality:

When Kornesin was a child, before his brother was born, he was a happy child who his parents adored. A very gentle soul he was. He cared for all life, whether it be a pesky mosquito or a vicious wolverine. If he saw someone trying to swat at a fly he would stop them, and then usher the fly outside to be free. Then, his brother was born. Once his brother, Ladul, was born their parents grew quite fond of Ladul. Jealousy and envy corrupted Kornesin’s innocent mind at a very young age.

As Kornesin grew older this favoritism made him bitter towards his brother, and father. Over the years he grew cold towards everyone, and resentful. This continued until he fell in love, and Arnesara melted the wall of ice that surrounded his heart. During this time he was happy, which no one had seen of him in years. Though this didn’t reverse the damage that had been done. He still had a slight bitterness about him, but his love for Arnesara outshone this bitterness most days.

Then things took a turn for the worse. Arnesara died on the day of their wedding, and destroyed the once happy Kornesin. There was no step forward, only a step back from where he was before she came into his life. His resentment turned into an irrational hatred for his entire town. For some reason he felt as though they were to blame.

Then when his father and mother passed away, and left the kingdom to Ladul instead of himself, he lost it. The only thing he had been looking forward to in his life was taking over the kingdom. He lost all connection to his brother and attacked him on the spot. Kornesin was immediately imprisoned, until his brother decided to let him out.

After this incident he learned that he had to keep a level head about things. He learned from his mistakes and kept a calm demeanor most days. Instead of lashing out and acting rash, he would slither about like a snake in order to get what he wanted. A silver tongued snake hiding in the grass.

Due to all of the death Kornesin had witnessed in his life, Kornesin began to study necromancy which was forbidden in Coraithess. When his brother found out what Kornesin was doing he had no choice but to Banish Kornesin from the city. Kornesin left and soon learned that to others he was very attractive. He knew that his race was naturally more beautiful than others, but he didn’t realize how much so. In most cases when a woman would approach him he would reject them in an eloquent yet demeaning manner. He hates the fact that he attracts the humans, he had no plans of loving another elve let alone an inferior race.

Strengths:

High Elves are naturally more advanced physically than humans. They have enhanced speed, stamina, strength, agility, and endurance. Their senses and mind are also enhanced due to their superior being. These natural Elven traits, along with Kornesin’s past, make him a force to be reckoned with. Kornesin’s life has made him cold, and ruthless, which is much to his advantage. Those who have nothing to care about except their own well being will stop at nothing to get what they want. Though he doesn’t use his skills in battle often, he likes to use wit to outsmart his enemies, he is still very capable.

Weaknesses:

Kornesin is a man of his word, as odd as it may seem, and will hold fast to his word lest the consequence be death. This in conjunction with his arrogance can put him in a tight spot if he underestimates someone. His arrogance can be off putting and doesn’t get him many friends or allies, making him a lone wolf in his own endeavors.

Magic Capabilities:
Illusions - Kornesin is able to cast minor illusions, which he uses solely to disguise himself from time to time. This is also how he hides his ears from the humans to avoid any questions they may have.

Telekinesis - Kornesin can use telekinesis on smaller to average size objects and move them around with finesse. Things that he could lift physical are what he can lift and manipulate using telekinesis. At 10 feet he can move things with high accuracy. At 15 feet his accuracy dwindles and he can move objects with less control over them. At 20 feet he can move objects up, down, left, and right.

Healing Magic - Kornesin can heal small wounds such as a gash to the side. Injuries much bigger than that he can not heal.

Weapons:

He wields two elvish blades, one on each side of his hip.

Brief Biography:

Kornesin has had a troubling life, practically since birth. Kornesin was the eldest child of Elandril and Amavar, the King and Queen of Coraithess. Things were just fine for Kornesin until his little brother Ladul was born. Their parents favored Ladul over Kornesin throughout all of his childhood, praising Ladul for simple tasks while turning a blind eye to Kornesin for feats of grandeur. Jealousy and anger grew in Kornesin’s young heart as he grew up because of this.

When Kornesin was still a young elf he began courting a maiden of extraordinary beauty. The only elf more fair than her was the queen, Amavar. Arnesara was her name, and this ray of sunshine in his otherwise dark days, brought him to life. When he started courting her his bitterness melted away, and a handsome smile was on his face where a blank expression used to be. Kornesin went on to ask her hand in marriage, to join him for eternity. Graciously she accepted his request, and the two were soon to be married. The day of the wedding came fast, and the entire village was excited to see the wedding of the prince. All seemed to be going well, until their lips met at the end of the ceremony. She died while their lips were locked, leaving Kornesin heartbroken and even more bitter and cold hearted than he had been before.

Kornesin searched for answers as to what had happened, and why she had died. He spent day and night in the library, reading every book he could to try and find the answer. One day while reading in the library a messenger came to him to inform him of the death of his father, the king. Elandril was out with a small party of elves exploring when they were ambushed by humans. The elves were able to fend off the human attack, but the king at been hit by an arrow, and needed immediate healing. Unfortunately because it was a simple exploration, they didn’t bring a healer, and the scouts were merely adequate enough to ease the passing of Elandril.

Kornesin had never been on good terms with his father, but that didn’t mean he had no love for the man. When Coraithess heard the news all wept for the fallen elves, and their king. After consoling Ladul, Kornesin’s mother went to his room and set next to him on his bed. Words were not exchanged, Kornesin simply sat up and was taken in his mothers arms. She held him close as he wept for the loss of his father.

The death of Elandril had affected Amavar greatly. She seemed to grow ill, but it was simply a lack of will. Day by day she grew weaker and weaker, until one day she simply did not wake up. Over the course of 78 years Kornesin had lost the love of his life, his father, and his mother. For humans such circumstances are normal, but for the immortal elves this was not so.

After given some time for mourning the will of the King and Queen was read to pronounce the next king of Coraithess. The rightful heir to the throne was the eldest brother Kornesin. Unfortunately his parents had other plans. In their will they had left their desire for Ladul to take over the kingdom instead of Kornesin. When he heard Ladul’s name said he turned to Ladul and drew his sword, attacking his brother with his lightning infused sword. The royal guard immediately stepped in to stop him. It took all 14 of the royal guard to subdue and detain Kornesin and take him to the Coraithess prisons.

When he awoke he was in a cell, enchanted to keep him sealed away until his time was up. Kornesin didn’t spend long in the prison though because his brother was very kind hearted. Ladul came to talk to Kornesin every day, and after only a few years was released. Everyone thought negatively of Ladul’s decision, but Ladul was a ruler of kindness and compassion.

But the people were right. It wasn’t soon after Kornesin was released he was caught practicing Necromancy. All of these events in Kornesin’s life had destroyed him inside, and he just wanted his loved ones back. So much so that he had taken the knowledge he gained from his time in the library and tried to raise the dead. When he was caught by the royal guard he was exiled from the kingdom for such treachery. Although it was with a heavy heart that Ladul allowed this to happen. He loved his brother, and didn’t want him to be exiled, but it was law.

Before they sent Kornesin away they put a seal on his magical abilities to inhibit him from causing chaos wherever he roamed.He still had an attunement for magic, but it was nowhere near what the High Elves of Coraithess were capable of. Now all he could do was the most basic of magic.

After being banished he searched for a place to go, somewhere he could settle in while he figured out what he would do. It wasn’t long before he came to a group of druids in a neighboring forest, and joined with them in learning magic even further. They were good folk, and luckily knew nothing of Kornesin or his deeds. This made them easy prey for Kornesin’s lies. For all they knew he was just as good as they were, but he simply used them to further increase his knowledge in the arcane arts.

After spending some time with the druids one of them found out his intent, and they sent him away just as his own kin had. His travels eventually landed him as the archbishop of Camelot, under the name Guithelin. For at least half a century he played the role of archbishop of Camelot, and one day it finally paid off. The Romans had taken the land where he stayed as part of their empire, and offered protection some time ago. But now they were leaving, allowing for the barbarians to attack Britain again.

Since this was the land which he lived he had to protect it somehow. He went back to the Romans and asked for their help. The king, Aldreon denied his request, but gladly gave the crown to his younger brother Constantine III. Kornesin then became the new kings advisor to the kingdom, and the were able to fight off the barbarians.

Constantine III ruled long enough to give birth to a child before Kornesin allowed Picts into the kingdom, saying that they would reveal their plans to Constantine III. That was not their purpose though, they snuck into the castle and assassinated the king. Kornesin took the kings child to raise, and took control over the kingdom as Guithelin until the child was old enough to rule the kingdom.

Once the child was old enough to rule the country, Kornesin faked the death of Guithelin and used minor illusions to change his appearance and become the advisor of the new king, Constantine II as a man named Vortigern. Unlike Constantine the III, Kornesin used Constantine II as a puppet for his own means. Until one day he led him to the same fate as his father. Constantine was assassinated by his adviser via Picts, and Kornesin took place once more as the king.

That was until Uther Pendragon took the throne from him. But Kornesin had done this twice before, and he would do it again to rule over the kingdom. Once more he changed his appearance and reverted back to his own name. It had been some time since he used his own name, and the onle ones who knew it were the druids. Surely they would have thought nothing of him now. With his new appearance he went to Uther Pendragon seeking to be his advisor. With a silver tongue, getting into an advisor position was no problem at all. Now he advises the king, and waits for the day he’ll be able to take over once more.

~Theme Song~

Breath of Life by Sheila Chandra

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Arthur Pendragon

Arthur shook his head when he heard Merlin's words on the marriage. It wasn't as simple as that, he wasn't only obeying his father, he was obeying the king. Arthur allowed for Merlin to help him dress as he thought about this for a moment.

"Does this look like Rome, Merlin? It doesn't matter what the people want, what matters is the well being of Camelot as a whole. And the one in charge just so happens to be my father. So if he says I have to marry this woman then what am I to do? Say no? If I do that not only do I disgrace my family but I could put the whole of Camelot on bad terms with Rome, we don't need them as enemies. But you do have a point, there's a festival today, so at least something good will come of today." Arthur said half forcing a smile before standing from his bed.

Just then the librarian's apprentice knocked and entered the room with books on Rome. Arthur never was one for academics and the likes, he would much rather stick to the blade than read a book. More likely than not he would give these books not more than a quick glance through the pages. He looked around his room for a moment for a place to set them. He stood up and looked at the table with food on it. That was a perfect place for books.

"Merlin, take the dishes away so Clarke can set the books down there." He said pointing to the table. He looked down and double checked his clothes to make sure everything was in order, then looked back to Arthur. "Then when you've finished with that meet me in the courtyard. I have to go meet my new wife!" Arthur said with exaggerated enthusiasm. "Thank you Clarke go ahead and set them on the table once Merlin has cleaned it off." Arthur said as he strode past him.

As Arthur walked through the stone walls of Camelot he couldn't help but stress about this arranged marriage. He didn't want to marry the roman but he had no other choice. It wasn't long before he came to the steps of the castle where his father stood. He walked down the steps and stood next to his father in silence for a moment while he waited for the guests to arrive.

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A man servants work is never over! haha. Sorry for the delay my friend seems to think I'm the moving company. Working on a post now!

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I'll have a reply up by tomorrow at latest :)

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Merlin's words barely penetrated the sleeping princes ears before the drapes were thrown open. Arthur's face scrunched up as he rolled over to face away from the light shining in the window. One would think that by know he would be used to Merlin barging in his room with his oh so cheerful “Rise and shine!", but no. To Arthur it felt like he was being awoken earlier, and earlier each and every morning. Of course by now he knew there was no sleeping in with Merlin around; though that didn't stop him from trying.

"I don't know, maybe you should check for woodworm. I hear they're very active around this time, much like yourself." Arthur said as he knocked on the wood of his bed frame from under his blankets. Knowing it wouldn't be long before Merlin would take it upon himself to physically drag Arthur out of bed, he sat up and stretched out his arms. He rubbed his tired eyes and stood from his cozy bed. He made his way to the table and grabbed some of the fruits that were on it and popped them in his mouth.

"Have you forgotten about my dogs? I haven't the time to exercise them. And of course my fireplace needs cleaning, do I really have to go over these things every day with you Merlin?" Arthur said before taking a bite of a piece of meat that was on his plate. "And need I remind you that someone needs to muck out my stables? I told you this shortly after you became my manservant. I would have thought by now you would have everything memorized" It always brought him pleasure to tell Merlin his duties, especially the extra nasty ones.

“Could somebody please tell me what is happening..? Hold your tongue boy- somebody with a brain.”

Lifting his hand up the moment that he had entered the room, Uther flicked his gaze over to Merlin in an attempt to silence him before he even began to speak in answer- the boy was… odd; though a loyal servant to his son, there had been many an occasion leading to thought as to just how intelligent someone of his stature was. In short, the boy was a complete idiot… but it seemed as though he was doing a good enough job tending to Arthur, so until he got any major complaints, he saw no reason as to why he should dismiss him, “Why are you only now rising..? Why are you not yet dressed, and ready to greet our guests..?”

Turning his full attention back over to where his son was stood munching on the fruit that was sitting in its bowl on the table, Uther made his way over to join him, both of his gloved hands coming up to rest over the back of the chair, the leather scrunching slightly as he took a hold of it; the King not exerting too much effort in forcing a bright grin to cross over his features at the very thought of all that today had to offer them- truly, it was a day that would be one for the ages, “Arthur… it is an exciting day. The arrival of royals and nobility gathered from all corners of the Earth, right here in Camelot for the Decennial. A day made even more special by the presence of the Lady Seppia of house Varinius, and the promise of her finest gladiators. I hear she is something of a beauty.”

Arthur’s head snapped to the door when he heard his father burst in, reminding him what today was. He had forgotten for a moment that was today, he did just wake up after all. He looked up at his father when he mentioned Seppia, and her supposed beauty.

“I don’t doubt her beauty father, but I’m sure we have maidens here in Camelot just as beautiful, if not more so.” Arthur said turning from his father and looking out of his window. He could name a few women who were exceedingly beautiful, but he thought only of Guinevere. He had grown fond of her as of recent, it was unfortunate nothing could happen between them.

“Nonsense Arthur; Seppia’s is an exotic beauty, nothing that can be matched by any maiden here within Camelot… Oh yes… beautiful, charming, witty… strategic…” Unable to remove the rather stupid looking grin from his features, Uther reached out to place his hand upon his son’s shoulder, being sure to give it a fair squeeze before he once again let it drop, his feet instead carrying him around the table and over to the window so that he could look out over the courtyard- most definitely… the Lady Seppia was indeed quite strategic… something that could prove very useful to Camelot in future times.

“I have always thought so… No- we have always thought so; that being Kornesin, Augustus and myself. Meaning that Lord Varinius believes you to be strategic- not his daughter; however we have all come to agreement on such actions.”

When Arthur heard ‘strategic’ he choked a little on a small piece of fruit he had tossed into his mouth just moments before. He had a good idea as to what that meant, and he didn’t like it. Arthur looked to Merlin and then back to his father.

“This can’t be what I think it is…” Arthur said in disbelief. “Merlin, are you hearing this? Are you talking about an arranged marriage? Father, surely Camelot isn’t in need of an arranged marriage, what could Camelot possibly gain from this?” Arthur questioned as he stepped back from the window, and his father. Marriage was the last thing on his mind right now, especially with the tournament coming up. Even if marriage was on his mind he wanted a choice in the matter, he didn’t even know the girl.

“I knew you would understand. Camelot has much to gain from this potential alliance; the support of Rome would be of great help in our plight against those who seek to overthrow us… in our plight to rid this world of sorcery.”

Turning so that he was once more facing his son, Uther allowed one of his hands to gesture out the window as though it would help to push the point that Camelot truly needed this to happen, his gaze never once leaving that of his son as he did what he could to push the point that the choice to have him wed the Roman girl was that of a good one, “Lord Varinius is a serious ally, Arthur… you cannot deny that the strength of such a union would be unvalued in these times, nor should they be underestimated.”

“Just because I understand, doesn’t mean I’m ok with it. I don’t want to marry someone I’ve never even met before!” Arthur said raising his voice some. “Besides I would like to have a little bit of choice as to who I spend the rest of my days with. What if you were forced to marry someone you didn’t love” Arthur snapped at him. His father was able to choose who he married, it wasn’t fair that he should be forced into a loveless marriage to a Roman girl he didn’t know.

“Arthur; love has nothing to do with it, but the other bit… you know, a more permanent union between the two nations- that is something we cannot afford to lose.” Frowning slightly at his son’s reaction to the news that he had just let drop on him, Uther turned his attention back over to where Arthur stood looking at him with indigence and complete disbelief- how could the boy not understand that this was for the good of Camelot..? This was something that could secure their future; to help eliminate any and all threats that could oppose them before they even dared to try.

“When we talk about your future, Arthur, we’re not just talking about your happiness, but the safety and security of the whole of Camelot. You may one day be a husband… but more importantly, you will one day be King.”

Arthur was silent for a moment, simply staring at his father with his arms crossed. He looked around his room for some reason to end this conversation, this was not how he wanted to start his day. His father barging in and telling him of his arranged marriage was something he didn’t want at all.

“I’ve got to get ready for our guests, and apparently my future wife.” Arthur said in defeat as he picked up some random clothes from the end of his bed. They were dirty but he wasn’t planning to put them on, he just wanted his father out of his room. “Wouldn’t want to be late now would I.”

“I knew you would make the right decision; one day, you will make a great King… just remember that such a role doesn’t come easy, nor does it come without sacrifice.”

Clapping his hands together in front of his body, and finding it hard to contain the more than obvious happiness that passed over his features at his son’s agreement to the proposal of marriage, Uther moved himself away from the window and over to where he stood, his hand coming up to rest lightly upon his son’s shoulder, squeezing it in a comforting manner before finally he made his way back across the room and over to the still open door, “Yes..! You are right- you mustn’t keep our guests waiting; nor shall I allow you to not be there to greet your future wife. Be sure to wear your best; buttons polished. I shall meet you upon the steps in the courtyard; Seppia’s carriage will be arriving shortly.”

"You heard him, my buttons need polished" Arthur said as he turned to Merlin, bringing the conversation back to his duties. He threw the clothes he had picked up back where they came from and sat down on his bed, putting his index finger and thumb just above his eyes. What a great start to a day.

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Same here he asked if he could have a brother type relationship with Arthur so all is good here.