Inside the kingdom<br/><br/>The king sat in a thrown made of crystal and marble , with peks of gold threating the silver. His unshaven beard much like a dark lion's made , and scruffy black hair proved how uncaring this king was. Kneeling on the floor in front of him was a man dressed like a royale with white metal adorning his chest, and metal socks lining his legs. " How dare you allow the dogs of the north to claim such nonsense!"<br/><br/>" My liege-" The man was interupted by a fiery haired woman as she walked towards the pair.<br/><br/>" It is your king , Do not be so spiteful as to rid a tittle from your leader."<br/><br/>" I am sorry my queen, but my king the north may speak of such treachery however they have fought boldy by the crown's side for 18 years now."<br/><br/>" I am well aware of what that ....mongrel believes. The rightfu queen is not alive , and thus he has no claim. It is best that  I king Salimer put tp rest a rebellioj before it starts. As for your  incompetemce to put down any rumors of the vixen still being here....well you know the drill. MEN! Seize him, and hang his head high in the room of the betrayed." The man om his knees pleaded for mercy that he was loyal, and did his best. However, the poor soldier could not bargain for his life. This has been the way castle life has been...short, quick, and nobody could guess what their king was doing.<br/><br/>The west ( Crosmer family home)<br/><br/>The sky was laiden with dark clouds just as it typically is. A man tall, pale,  light blonde hair, with faint green eyes stood in the center hall of the west's castle. The castle looked spooky from the outside , and the entrance to the main hall was covered in deep dark reds. Humans would be wise to steer clear of this castle. " Sir Crosmer  A crow has returned requesting aide in squahing a northern rebellion from the ki-"<br/><br/>" I refuse. I will not do the bidding of a man unable to control his people. We will take the crown by surprise."<br/><br/>" But sire-"<br/><br/>" Do Not Question my METHOD! If I king all humans will be at the mercy of our fangs! We are the night, and as such I will take down the king myself."  He had yet to call on his son. But before he could another vampire walked into the room with an arm ripped off.<br/><br/>" The humans are rebelling sire, they know our weakness....burned my arm off." The king groaned. The food just never knew when to give up. He snapped his fingers signaling for the healers to take the injured vampire away. " Send a crow to my youngest son demanding he stop this rebellion."<br/><br/><br/>The south port kilizco<br/><br/>Hidden in a small nick of the port city is a tavern. Inside the tavern there is a bulliten board that has flyers for jobs. One such job with several flyers is to find the real princess. Though this has been thought as a urban legend for 18 years. Anyone that takes to this job is gurenteed riches. While other flyers do not offer such promising awards. However, the other flyer for a similar job requests for her head to be sent to the capital. This is the only tavern that offers jobs.<br/><br/>Pirates tend to stick with their own urban myths about mermaids, and jewels of fortune. So the tavern rarely blinks an eye to these strangers. Often dark elves find solace in the tavern because it claims to welcome all. However, hate os still found for the creatures by travelers that enter there. The tavern owner does not harber any hate for the creatures.<br/><br/>The port city tends to run most trade across seas. It is the capital of the south. However, it is far enough from the capital where what goes on here can be simpily over looked.<br/><br/><br/>Somewhere in the North ( Ristina)<br/><br/>The air smelt like freshly fallen snow. Yet no snow had fallen , nor woud it fall. It was a long way from home. Or at least the home that Lord Striker who pretended to be her father lived. Northern lands were thick and outstrecthed a large set of land. Even the hearts of the people felt seperated from the kingdom.<br/><br/>Ristina huffed a sigh. Being in the middle of an empty forest was not what she planned as a way to gain support against the crown. Instead, this felt more of a punisment for events that were out of her control. Her heart was starting to give up on ever revenging her parents. Now, all there was left to do was hunt down shadows.<br/><br/>Well if she could find any shadows. The open forest was just seeing it's final rays of sunlight which was a well warning that the nasties come out. Her two swords rested on the side of her long skirt, and her silver strands of softhair was now soaked with sweat after the harsh traveling across northern terrain.<br/><br/>The lord of the northern terrain stricker had thrown her out because she had grown od enough to be noticed as the true inheriter of the crown. In all , Striker had told her that she was his trump card.