Five Kingdom sandbox. IC

[P.K.]

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In the Kingdom of Azuria.

Coastal winds under the bright clear sky kept the day a comfortable warm with a cool breeze. Even as far as the capital it was a pleasant day. As usual the city was abuzz with activity, Both men and Golems putting their backs into the work that had to be done on a daily basis. Children played up and down the streets and the air was filled with the smell of warm food from the taverns and the bakeries.

Gladren was making his rounds checking up on the other royal guards to be sure they were at their proper posts and and doing their job. So far he hadn't caught one man sleeping it was a good start. His halberd over his shoulder as he walked, Most people wouldn't note him as the strict type, he seemed pretty laid back when first laid eyes upon but anyone who thought he was slacking would be sorely mistaken. Gladren took his job very seriously even if he went about it in an informal way, which upset some of the guards below him and other officials. Gladren never seemed to be bothered by this.

He paused to peer into the city as it bustled with energy. Things had been peaceful thus far, with the effort being put in by the princesses following her late fathers work things seemed to be coming along rather smoothly, The crime rate wasn't none existent but a lot of folk were fixed on the hope of the future. Things had taken a nice turn over the past 50 years and it only seemed to be getting gradually better. "If it gets any more peaceful they'll be no need for a Royal guard." Gladren said, though he didn't sound remotely bitter about it as he turned away and made his way in through the Kitchen entrance It would be about lunch soon so he snagged an apple along the way and began looking for Juliette.

In the The people's Republic of Lolitania

The Sky was unusually clear to day, small clouds drifted overhead but the sun was actually out to sending forth warm rays into the bare bricks and high walls of the capitol of Lolitania, Illuminating posters and papers that are scattered over the gray cobble streets. Most people keep their heads down but a few glance up at the sky as they pass by, walking briskly to their places of work.

Arkia is no different. With a paper in hand and a arm load of ingredients she finds herself limping through the halls over the palace back into the Kitchen which is located further in the back so she skirts around any major places of traffic to avoid making a scene of herself if her leg gives out. Which it had already done once today while she had been out picking up the ingredients her father had asked for, Usually they had everything in the Kitchen but these were special spices they were unable to stock very often as they only came into season late.

Fortunately the Palace was equipped with halls specially made for the servants and maids so they wouldn't be seen or in the way. Arkia could feel her leg start to tire and knew she'd put it through a lot already, but she'd be better off getting back to the Kitchen, she'd be able to sit down and rest then. Unfortunately her body had other plans and she tripped over herself when her leg gave out, sending her to the floor for a second time that day. She sighed as one hand clutched at her leg before she slowly started to pick herself and pick up the armload she'd dropped, luckily nothing had spilled out of their containers.

In the Kingdom of Wrestletopia

Cold wind blew down from the tops of the mountains settling into a soft mist as the foot when it met the warmer air from the midland. All things considered it was a a good day out and perfect weather for a wrestling match, Which no doubt one or more would be going on somewhere at sometime. That didn't keep the rest of those with work to do from doing it. Even here the cities were bustling and boisterous. Something a cretin Elf had come to find comfort in.

Fevren Let out a huge sigh as he placed his hands on his knees. Messages and deliveries had been flying every which way to day, and though he'd been going about this for a few months now he still got warn out after running around the city. Fortunately this time most of his deliveries were small handable packages. In one hand he clutched an envelop and in the other a small package. both were specifically supposed to be sent to the Adviser. One was a report from the city guards but Fevren wasn't sure what the package was.

Upon catching his Breath Fevren picked up his pace to jog the rest of the way to the Smackrawwf Palace. He entered in through a side gate and quickly navigated the halls of the large complex searching for the Adviser which happened to be the one and only Boulderstronk or better known as Maskblast. Fevren could feel his palms become sweaty. Both the queen and the Adviser were exceptional wrestlers and both his favorite, the reason why he'd made his way to the capitol at all was to meet them, which he had but every time he came close enough to speak with them he lost his nerve and fell silent and the only reason any attention was drawn to him after that was because he was a skinny elf in the middle of all these burly dwarves. Even the women out weighed him! For a while he'd kept telling himself that he'd get the courage to say something but each time he'd lost his voice. Eventually he'd just given up and became content with seeing them every now and then.

In the Kingdom of Racenhorsen

Delicate birdsongs filled the air of the forest of blue flowers. Cool breezes rustled the trees adding to the pleasant symphony of sound. The air was just the right temperature with in the canopy. Speckles of light littered the ground as elves and children went about their business. Barondurken a la Driftenburge was well into its usual day, which while peaceful involved a lot of going places fast.

Arviana Let out another heavy sigh as she went through the small folder of paper work. It was bad enough that she got two jobs dumped on her but she couldn't find herself complaining to much other then the fact that their oh so well known king didn't do anything unless he was excessively bugged about it. That included regular check ups, which she always ended up having to do while simultaneously doing a check up on his horses. It aggravated her sometimes but she'd gotten to the point that she'd just accepted it, it was much easier to go ahead and do both at once.

Finishing up her current notes on the paper work she then neatly put them all together and placed them away in their cuby before pulling out a small book with a record of the current kings health, all his ailments and injuries. The entire infirmary had a shelf dedicated to her patients which mostly consisted of the royal court dwellers, and each had a record on them which she looked at constantly for memorization of their conditions and ailments or allergies that each might have. She'd gotten into the habit of doing this with the Horses to, going so far as to start making a record for each one which had a small slot to stay in near their stalls.

[Tolvo]

In the Kingdom of Wrestletopia

From large twin doors near to Fevren came the sound of combat. Fists landing, chairs being broken, there was just as much sound of flesh on flesh as there was of wood on flesh. Both doors burst open as a rolling mass of people tumbled through. They went towards the stairs but hit a banister preventing them all from falling down. It was a handicap match, four against one. Cass lifted one wrestler over her head and performed a military press dropping him onto the others. Then she was grabbed by both her ankles and pulled sending her face first into the ground.

As soon as she hit the floor she pushed off the ground and went right back to her feet. The group of Dwarves were all exuding sweat in a meaty mess of muscles. It was a real slobberknocker! Cass took a punch to the gut but then punched right back. They fought over who'd be above the others until Cass jumped up and knocked everyone off of her sending them in every direction. "Ahhh, I love practice. Keeps my arms and bones as strong as stone." She leaped from her position and did a diving lariat into one of the Dwarven wrestlers. "Ya couple of brutes are great practice but ya need to work on your strength!"

[Eddren]

"Boulderstronk---" A door to one of the nondescript offices along the sides of the ring, if an office directly next to a ring can be called 'nondescript,' burst from its' hinges. It fell short of one of the wrestlers--Likely calculated, since this was a DQ match, after all--And from it launched a masked dwarf, launched by the ringside ropes built directly through the middle of his office. It was a flying kick, delivered directly to the sternum of one of the wrestling dwarves. "I heard the sounds of practice," Boulderstronk grumbled, "And hurried up on my quarterly reviews." He climbed the turnbuckle and performed a diving clothesline on the remaining two wrestlers, before standing slowly, extending one arm, and performing the typical 'come-at-me' pose. "It's been a while since we've fought, Cass. No holds barred."

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"Ehr've gotten mer horse-horse," PJ stated happily, feeding the upwards of fifteen prime racing stallions he kept in the royal stables. Each was a massive behemoth of a horse, easily capable of outrunning things that horses typically outran, like people and stuff. Each had a single red pinstripe painted on their flanks, a mark that PJ thought might make them go faster, or something. Really, as this point, he was willing to try anything.
It had been a long day, what with people insisting he looked over the annual tariffs and making sure they were all accounted for, and insisting he schedule the government-sanctioned mass Horse Races, and insisting that he invite the foreign dignitaries, and then he'd even had to challenge someone to a race--One of the local business owners had the gall to insist that the taxes on stirrups was too high!--And quite frankly, all he wanted to do was have some valuable one-on-one time with his horses.
"Itsa gurd thing anobody evur challenges ame ta aracingu anymurr!"

[커비]

Shakuras, Starcraftia

Sarah had recently been notified about her new future. Serve as the queen of Starcraftia? Sarah could not grasp at the thought of such responsibility. To become the face of Starcraftia. Questions kept forming inside the phased lady. There had to be a mistake. Sarah couldn't be the one to represent the kingdom. Just look at her. She was ... Ugly.

But there wasn't any mistake according the message Sarah had received. A royal insignia on the letter; it was definitely official. No mistake. The letter spoke of an escort coming to bring Sarah to Aiur, the capital of the kingdom of Starcraftia. Every word of the letter felt unreal. It all felt like some sort of dream. And what felt just as unrealistic was the fact she was finally allowed to leave. There was a sense of excitement yet a sense of fear. Although she didn't fear the world. She feared the people of the world and how they might look at her differently again.

Within the next few hours, a royal guard would come take her. Sarah wondered what the world was like since the last time she looked at it. Had it all changed? Had the people changed to look at her any differently? Probably not, Sarah thought. The girl waited impatiently inside her dorm room. She wasn't sure if she was anxious or excited, but either way, her legs could not stop trembling.

It had been a long trip but he'd finely arrived. James used the papers the Sons of Korhal had given him allowing him to pass inside. They tried to insist that they would bring the girl to him but James would have none of it, he accompanied them to the dorm room of the girl, the future princess. When they arrived James removed his hood before gently knocking on the door. "Lady Sarah?" he asked.

Not once in Sarah's life had she been called a lady. If she had been normal, maybe, but with her fearful appearance, no one dared to call her lady. After all a lady appears at least some what attractive. Sarah lacked that. Unsure to how to reply properly, she replied with a simple "yes?"

When the reply came James can answered promptly. "May I come in?" he inquired. It was improper to barge in on the opposite sex after all if they were not prepared.

Sarah wasn't sure what else to say aside from the word, 'yes', so was how she replied again to the guard. When the guard had come into her room, he was something that she had never seen before. Dressed in royal garments. His sword itself most likely cost more than herself.

"Are you here to take me?" she decided to ask.

James regarded the girl for a moment, though his face remained straight as he studied her before he carefully placed on hand on the handle of his sword and bowed to her. "I am, M'lady." He replied Formally. "James Rynor Captain of the Royal guard at your service." He stood again. "Do you have everything you require to come with you?" He inquired.

For the first time in Sarah's life, she felt a bit of respect. He didn't look at her like some abnormality, but instead like everyone else. She felt welcomed as if this world wasn't so bad after all. "I'm all I have," she replied, rising from her bed. She had trouble keeping eyecontact with him since she never had a conversation lasting this long. "Let's go," she commanded, heading out the door before the guard.

James blinked like he wasn't quite sure how to take her statement that she didn't have anything but herself. But he turned on his heels as she walked past him and followed behind her. He made no objections but he kept close on her heels, but pointedly walked behind her. His eyes, despite being in a place of relatively safety roved around as if searching for a threat to his charge his hand resting on the handle of his sword while his other hung at his side. When they finely emerged into the sunlight James took the lead this time and took the reigns of his waiting horse. "Have you ever Ridden?" He asked gently.

Sarah gazed at the beast that stood in front of the two. "What is this magnificent creature?" she gasped as she slowly approached the horse in curiosity. As her hand drew across the horse's mane, the feeling of the softness startled her.

James took that as a no. Had she been away for so long that she didn't know? James found that appalling, why keep someone so thoroughly shut off form the world that they didn't even know what a horse was? James simply cleared his throat as the horse snorted. "Its a horse, M'lady." He replied calmly as he watched her reaction. it was almost child like in a way and he smiled faintly even if the circumstance of why she acted in such a way was grim to him. "Would you like help up?" he asked after giving her a moment to study the creature.

"Up? You ride these creatures?" Sarah tilted her head, continuing to stroke the horse's mane. The guard had confirmed and was helped onto the horse as it appeared that she didn't know how to. Spreading the legs felt a little uncomfortable, but to feel so tall, she didn't really mind.

James found it amusing but also a grim reality. However he nodded in his response and once the girl was situated he mounted up behind her. He didn't really have time to give her lessons so this was best anyways but surely when things were properly sorted out he'd have to teacher her to properly ride a horse on her own, and she would doubtless have many other lessons to learn. He Reached around the princess, realizing that this position troubled him slightly and was highly informal but there was no way around it. "Pardon me M'lady. We'll have to ride together for the time being." he Apologized as he took the reins before lightly getting the horse to began walking out of the small courtyard.

Within the first hour, Sarah had taken a nap on the horse. Their destination was still a few hours away. She felt so comfortable for the first time in her life. The trotting of the horse did not bother the lady. Sarah slept until they pranced through Mar Sara and the front gate to Aiur.

Bright lights of the city woke up the sleeping ugly. It took her some time to adjust to the light until finally she was able to take a look at the capital of Starcraftia. For someone who was in awe at the sight of a horse was definitely in love with the grand city... even though this was just the outermost layer of the capital, the Zerg Territory.

From then on, everything Sarah saw, she became interested in them to the point she forgot the fact that she was different. Throughout the duration of their journey towards the center of the city, she had been distracted to see the faces of disgust and fear.

"Welcome, m'lady," said a mysterious figure in robes who had been accompanied by twelve others dressed similarly; although, the hats they wore were relatively different sizes. "We are the Sons of Korhal. And we welcome you to Aiur." They all spoke in sync.

[Evening Rain]

----Juliette's Workshop, the Donovan Estate----

The glorious mansion house surrounded by artificially nurtured gardens was about as close to a palace as one could get without declaring royalty. Considering the political turmoil surrounding the formation of Azuria, Juliette knew that that would be an awful idea. The illusion of democracy was probably the only thing keeping the country from civil war at the moment... Roguesport's fallen under the control of a new pirate king, people are disappearing from the coast... that can't be coincidence. This 'Red Duke' is mocking me. Mocking my father's vision. She grimaced, and flexed her clockwork fingers. They reminded her of Zura. Father. Comfort. Home.

Funny, she'd lived in this mansion all her life - but it'd felt off ever since her father's death. He used to tell me home was with the people we loved. So, where are they? It was a lonely life - trying to keep up political appearances. Power wasn't her thing, and it seemed to drive the genuine people away. The ones who stayed were the ones who wanted her prestige. She'd lost count of the number of handsome men who had tried to court her. That's probably why I outlawed it. She thought sheepishly, remembering how irritated she'd been at all the posers and fakers trying to get into bed with her for her power. "It's not like I even wanted it!" She cried out suddenly in disgust and irritation. The only place she could find comfort now was in her inventions, and her schematics. She wanted to spread Beacon's inventions to the rest of Azuria - but not all of her people were as keen on the idea. A great deal of her mechanical contraptions were mistrusted by the people, no matter how benevolent they were.

Maybe that has something to do with the weapon you built, father. The thought was bitter, and she instantly regretted it. He'd done what was necessary. At least... that's what she wanted to believe. Sometimes she doubted even that. Either way - it didn't matter now. He was gone, and she had to carry on the vision he passed down to her. Bless his old soul, she could at least do that for him.

Her head turned suddenly and sharply from her inventions. Someone was coming down the stairs that led to her workshop.

Gladren?

[커비]

Moosecow, Lolitania

Ever since the Grand Premiere's rise to power, violence and crime in general have been at an all time low. The People's Republic of Lolitania had established peace and security. The people seemed happier now than the previous Tzar.

Lauren Ovechkina Lenin Ilyinishna's short legs and a sword that was much larger than her body made it difficult to move through the tighter halls. Had it not been for the sword shaped like a sickle, an ordinary sword would claw at wherever she walked. Lauren's sword was hiltless with the blade curved just right to match her height so that it was a mere inch off the floor. The outer part of the blade was sharpened to give her an easier time slicing and dicing, whereas the inner part of the blade was duller and more rigged, allowing her to hook at enemies within range.

Lauren roamed through the halls of the palatial estate. Party banners hung from the walls, and everything was orderly. Guards were all on their designated stations, and other party employees were busy doing the job they were given. For Lauren, there wasn't much to establish order to, but she knew without her and the pololitsiya, the order she sees now would cease to exist. Throughout the patrol, Lauren started to become hungry. It was about time to eat. The security head took a left at the end of the hall made her way to the palatial kitchen.

[Cfavano]

The Premiere stood in his office overlooking the city, his face was one of relaxation as a gentle sucking sound permeated the room. He looked down at the female kneeling before him on a stool as she looked up. He gave her a headpat. Her name was Anja, and while she was a bit older than usual, she had more experience and was great for these quick jobs. That's what he liked about her.

"All done, Comrade Premiere." She said, getting off the stool and biting own on the lolipop she had in her mouth, spitting the stick into the trash as he put her tailor's tools away. Premiere Chanlin looked down at his now altered trousers.
"Ah yes, very good work, Anja, they feel more comfortable already." She simply bows and skips out of the room, the auburn curls of her hair bouncing behind her.

As she left, the Premiere walked over to the large window in his office that looked out over the vast capitol, and smiled.

[P.K.]

In the Kingdom of Azuria.

Gladren finely reached the bottom of the stairs he left his weapon leaning against the door as he stepped in, It had become a habit after his almost disastrous encounter when he first stepped foot in this room. No matter how many times he stepped in here he always found himself pausing in the door way and looking over the room and the many inventions and papers that lined the walls and the tables. It never ceased to amaze him no matter how many times he saw it, it was beyond him but Juliette was truly a gifted women.

Eventually he turned his attention to Juliette. "Hard at work as usually, Juliette?" He asked as he picked his way carefully through the room to the women and offered her the apple he'd picked up along the way. "It will be lunch soon, Better make sure you eat something to day." His eyes strayed to her clockwork arm, This to always seemed to surprise him no matter how many times he saw it, it always seemed to catch him off guard a little like he kept forgetting it was fake.

"The weather outside is beautiful today, if your feeling stressed perhaps a breath of fresh air will help lossen you up." Gladren suggested, Of coarse Gladren was hardly one for staying indoors very often, most of his suggestions to lossen up was being outside or doing some kind of work. Glardren seemed to be at ease with just about anything he was doing but he was most at ease when he was outside and working.


In the Kingdom of Starcraftia

James kept a close eye on the Successor, even as she slept. She seemed to be taking this all rather well, that was good. When she woke to the city he couldn't help watching the girls fascinations and excitement grow at the sight of the city, he supposed for someone who had never seen it before it was quite grand. He hadn't thought of it that way for sometime due to his work. It was a very beautiful city indeed, and while keeping an eye out for danger he took a moment to marvel from the perspective he didn't usually get.

However James kept his eyes roving for threats to his charge, unwelcome stares were met by cold warning glance of his own as they passed through the city. Upon arriving at the castle and greeted by the Sons of Korhal James dismounted quietly before holding out his arms to help the young successor down. When she was safely upon the ground he took a step back and saluted the Sons with a bow before he settled into a stiff standing position with one hand resting upon the handle of his sword. This seemed to be his natural pose in or out of motion.

"Shell we head inside M'lady? There's much you need to antiquated with, I'm sure the sons of Korhal will have much to share with you."

In the The people's Republic of Lolitania

Arkia finished picking up all the containers she'd stumbled over with and carefully picked herself up before making slow progress to the kitchen. When she reached it she set the contents of her armload down on the counter as her adoptive father turned around. "I was beginning to worry." He said with a faint frown as he studied the girl. "Ah, I'm sorry father I may have had a tumble." Arkia said but offered a small smile to show that she was alright. "Here, Stir this up for me and go sit down." He said handing her a large bowl and spoon.

Doing as she was told Arkia limped to a stood and carefully settled herself down while she stirred allowing her father to take the spices and put them away. As he did so someone entered the kitchen. "Ah, Good day Comrade." Her father greeted quietly as he came to the front to meet her. "Can I get you anything?" It was getting closer to lunch time, and there was already things being prepared, there should be something the Head of Party Security would want.

In the Kingdom of Wrestletopia

Feverns ears perked when he heard the distinct sounds of fighting coming from a door he was passing by. It sounded like a pretty hefty match was going on. Fevren wasn't expecting it to burst out into the hall though, he only managed to jump back out of the way of the doors that were thrown open right in front of him. His nimble steps taking him out of the path of the brawling dwarves.

With fascination Fevren watched, but keeping well out of arms reach, knowing full well that if he was to close he'd end up being dragged in and between the mass of mussel and his twig like body he'd likely be killed. Of coarse who should be in the pile? but Thundercrusher herself! Which by all accounts wasn't all that much of a surprise, she lived here after all. Fevren couldn't help but grin as he watched but Immediately jumped when another door burst open, not even just open but completely off its hinges!

Maskblast, the very dwarf he was looking for, took out the remaining dwarves accept for Cass before facing her. Fevren couldn't believe it! he was gonna watch his two favorites fight right here! Even if it was only practice that was still something worth watching. Fevren made sure to stay well out of the way hiding behind one of the doors that had been thrown open earlier, an easy place to retreat further if he had to.

In the Kingdom of Racenhorsen

Arviana shut the book she was going through with a small snap before placing it back on its shelf. Fortunately today the King himself didn't need a checkup since she'd done that the day before! But it never hurt to check up on the fellow, she already knew where he'd be so once making sure everything was in its place she strided out of the infirmary.

The stables were maybe the second largest part of the castle, only because there was about a dozen and three horses stabled there. And there wasn't a doubt in her mind that Pierre would be there. Making her ways briskly down the halls she navigated her way through the castle towards the stables.

[Evening Rain]

Juliette turned and let her fingers wrap around the edge of the workbench. Its coarse surface was a reassuring familarity as she faced her royal guard. Her face drew into a tight smile. Gladren was never someone she was unhappy to see. He was one of the only people she could really trust. "Just trying to keep this city moving in the right direction." Her voice had a hint of irony to it. "It's an uphill battle. Father abolished slavery. He gave our people hope... and yet even still there are troubles around every corner." She gave a snort at the guard's next remark. "I'm sure it's lovely, Gladren... but I want to keep it that way. If I stop working now, if I go out to enjoy the fruits of our labour... all of it could be undone. I can't afford to waste time." She beckoned him over, and pointed to the schematics for her latest design. "This... machine I'm working on. It can create bread entirely on its own. It doesn't require bakers. If we had enough of them, we could triple, quadruple food production. Maybe more. We could solve the problem of hunger in Azuria for good. We could spread Beacon's fortune to Halimar, Cragspire... even Roguesport."

[Cfavano]

The Premiere was taken out of his thoughts from a knock on the door. "Enter." He said, as a young woman entered the room.
"Comrade Premiere, I have brought this week's reports." She says, bringing it over to his desk. He begins stroking her hair as she reads them out, taking a seat in his big chair swinging her legs in the air. "As you can see, most of the production reports are good, except for the Sock factory in sector 47-b. Production is down for the third week in a row." She says, sadly, and the Premiere grimaces.
"Does he have a family?"
"Yes, Comrade Premiere, Six sons all under the age of 14, no wife."
"Send the message that for every week that he does not meet his quota, one of his sons will be hanged and their bodies left to rot outside his home."
"Yes, Comrade Premiere."
"That will be all."
"Yes, Comrade Premiere." The secretary says and he gives her a pat on the rump as she skips out.

Sitting down, he presses a button on his intercom. "Olga, call the kitchen to send me up my Breakfast, and a coffee."