Thundercats: The Cat's Lair
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				Title: <strong>Thundercats: The Cat's Lair</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>05-10-2011, 10:08:56</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 36pt;" class="bbc_size">The Cat’s Lair Kingdom</span></span></div><br><div align="center">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/HlySd/001-ThunderCats-2011-Cats-Lair-Kingdom-of-Thundera-1.jpg)</div><br><strong>The Cat’s Lair</strong> is an immense fortress that embraces a city within its immoderate stone walls. Every resident within the Cat’s Lair is a Cat, who humbly serves under <strong>King Leomedes</strong>. The people are retired veterans, and the descendants of the <em>First-Cats</em>. All is well under the king’s rule. The death of <strong>Queen Lionessa</strong> marked the beginning of the <strong>Golden Age</strong>. The queen was a valiant warrior, much more than her husband, and a symbol for all women. There are statues that immortalize her beauty and strength scattered about the kingdom and adorned with flowers from all over. There even exists a religious group called <strong>The Nine</strong>, who worship the former queen as a goddess and regard her children as demigods. They don’t believe that death has taken the queen, but instead her spirit has been released and resides within the city, blessing it with the Golden Age and her divine protection.<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">The Cat’s Lair</span></span></div><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Interior</span></span><br><br><span class="bbc_u">1st Floor</span><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Kitchens</li><li>Ball Room</li><li>Grand Foyer</li><li>Dining Hall</li><li>Servant Bedrooms</li></ul><br><span class="bbc_u">2nd Floor</span><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Royal Bedrooms</li><li>Guest Rooms</li><li>Private Baths</li><li>Guest Baths</li></ul><br><span class="bbc_u">3rd Floor</span><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Throne Room</li><li>War Room</li><li>Grand Library</li><li>The Lookout</li></ul><br><span class="bbc_u">Forbidden Sector – Tower</span><br><em>Only clerics and the king have access to this area</em><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Meditating Room</li><li>Oracle Chamber</li><li>Torture Room</li><li>Temporary Prison</li></ul><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Exterior</span></span><br><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Royal Gardens</li><li>Courtyard</li></ul><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Baracks</span></span><br><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Mess Hall</li><li>Training yard</li><li>Sleeping Quarters</li><li>Supply Depot</li></ul><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Things to Know</span></span><br><br>1.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;This page can be updated with new rooms or areas your characters can add in-game. If there is a place that hasn’t been listed and you’d like for it to be listed, then just mention it in one of your posts (remember no OOC in the IC). Be sure to bold the name so that the GM can see it. The page will then be updated soon after.<br><br>2.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Clerics are only permitted in the Forbidden Sector. Clerics that are on duty can be seen silently striding about the castle completely obscured in special robes. No fur or claw can be seen and so it is unknown who the cleric could be. The relationship between soldiers and clerics is a rough one. The soldiers dislike the idea that they don’t know everything the king has planned or in store, and they don’t like the idea of the clerics hiding who they are. The Clerics believe the soldiers are unskilled, unintelligent, cannon fodder, who don’t know what true technique is, and the soldiers believe the Clerics are weak and cowardly, know-it-alls who know not what true strength is. Therefore in wars, there is much competition. The soldiers try to finish the battle so the king wouldn’t feel compelled to summon the clerics. At times when both units were required in a fight, afterwards, there is much debate on who performed the best. Childish and pointless as the argument may seem, they’re ongoing for motivational purposes.<br><br>3.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Players who have their characters attack a guard or do something stupid, will have their character apprehended either by the guard or even the clerics that protect the castle.<br><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">NPCs</span></span><br><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>Cougan</strong> – Played by the GM</li><li><strong>General Oceloto</strong> – Free to NPC (not to abuse). Played often by the GM. He is the elite general of the military. His character is based off the Ocelot.</li><li><strong>Chef House</strong> – He is the Head Chef and manager of all the king’s banquets. He takes his job seriously and doesn’t like when others fool around. He is based off the domestic house cat, and his name also comes from his immense size. He is quite the fat cat, who has taken advantage of his richly home. Don’t play in his kitchen, he won’t hesitate to chase you out with a hot spoon! – Often played by the GM, he is Free to NPC (not to abuse).</li></ul><br><em>More NPCS will be listed here as players come up with names for the NPCs their characters encounter. You are welcome to make NPCs. Be sure to bold their names so that I may write them up on the list.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Thundercats: The Cat's Lair</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>06-10-2011, 04:45:58</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Lynx<br>Foyer</span></span></strong><br><br>There was a loud clatter of pots and pans before a cat shouted:<br><br><em>Get out of my kitchen and don’t come back until you have everything on that list!</em><br><br>“With the mess you’re making, it won’t be a kitchen any longer. By the way, you put a tad too much salt in the soup.”<br><br><em>GET OUT!</em><br><br>Sliding out of the kitchen and ducking a flying pan was a white-haired cat. His teeth were clenched in a playful grin as he then darted away from the Hell that was coming from Hell’s Kitchen. The list Lynx had received from Chef House trailed behind him like a banner. His white, kitchen lad clothes ruffled in the breeze of his sprint as he raced through the corridor and emerged in the foyer.<br><br>Once in the clear, he stopped in the center of the room and brought the list before his sapphire-blue eyes. His black slits traced the text that was actually quite impressive in its neatness. He had expected a fat and grumpy old cat to write large and ugly.<br><br>“Heh, what is he making? A meal for a king or a meal for soldiers?”<br><br>Lynx reached a paw into his trouser pocket and removed a pen. Settling upon his knees, he spread the list flat across the floor and began adding and erasing certain ingredients.<br><br>“This is going to taste much better.”<br><br><hr><br><strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">King Leomedes<br>Throne Room</span></span></strong><br><br>The colossal lion was seated upon his granite throne. The symbol of the Thundercats was just above his head. There were several servants sitting on their knees before him. The ceremony was in two days and the management seemed to go all night. The servants kept coming to him with questions, needs of approval, and permits. The king could barely keep his eyes open as he parted his maw to exhale a rumbling yawn.<br><br>His blue eyes then widened, when he noticed General Oceloto approaching the belt of servants that was about his throne. Instantly, he stood and exclaimed, “General!”<br><br>General Oceloto froze in mid-stride and his tail stiffened in surprise. The king’s voice had ringed so loud and clear, he could have jumped out of his fur to promptly obey whatever order followed after.<br><br>The king gave no order. Instead, he bolted from his throne and danced his way through the servants.<br><br>“Sorry, sorry, excuse me, pardon me!” the king piped.<br><br>Oceloto’s fur settled and he held back an embarrassed frown when he watched the king nearly stumble in his hurry to see him. The lion snagged his bicep and led him back toward the doors.<br><br>“There is much to be discussed,” the king began, making sure his voice was loud and clear enough for his servants to hear. Once they had made it past the doors, he pushed them closed and sighed in relief.<br><br>The general offered a toothy grin of amusement. “Your Majesty, is using me as an escape goat from your duties going to be a common occurrence?”<br><br>The king had the doors cracked as he gazed back into the room. The servants hadn’t even bothered to get up. They were still there waiting! If he had left on a monthly vacation, they might have died from obedience and neglect.<br><br>“Darn! I thought they’d leave. I understand that the Ceremony of the Sword is a very important event, but it’s too much work for an old cat like me.”<br><br>Oceloto’s yellow eyes twinkled with mirth. “Pardon, but how old are you again, Sire? I forget that you’re a father of two.”<br><br>The king grinned back at the general, and then straightened from his hunched over position. His amusement softened into nostalgia. “They’ve grown so fast. I can’t believe the ceremony is here already. I feel like I’ve barely had a chance as king.”<br><br>Oceloto then cleared his throat. “That’s because Lionessa did all the work while you fled from your duties.”<br><br>The king frowned at the general.<br><br>Oceloto stiffened. “I apologize my king. I was out of line.”<br><br>Leomedes cast his eyes to the floor. “No, you’re right my friend. She was the true wielder of the sword. I still feel like an apprentice when I hold it. Lionessa was the only one who could unlock its true potential.”<br><br>“It seems Leona is the spitting image of her mother.”<br><br>The king made a pained face at the comment. “I know. She also carries her spirit. Why, if she saw me now, she’d be chiding me as though she were the parent. It’s crazy!”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Thundercats: The Cat's Lair</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VNConsort</strong> on <strong>07-10-2011, 06:31:02</strong>
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				Leona, dressed in light grey armor with a heavy black cape draped over her shoulders, walked towards the entrance to the <strong>Throne Room</strong>.&nbsp; Even from several halls down she could hear the bustle of the castle's busiest room--after the kitchens.&nbsp; A tingle fluttered across the soles of her feet as she strode down the corridors and towards the large open doors of the Throne Room.&nbsp; Everywhere, people threw quick glances in her direction, looking to see her mood, her expectations, or her motives.&nbsp; There was a high amount of anticipation in the air and it made her fur stand on end.&nbsp; The attention was not usually so glaringly painful but the Ceremony of the Sword was on the forefront of many a Cat's mind.&nbsp; <br><br>As Leona passed under the great keystone on the Throne Room's doorway, she took the leather book she carried and stowed it away in her leather satchel attached to her belt.&nbsp; She had spent the morning in the Grand Library on the east end of the citadel, trying to escape the curious eyes of servants and bubbling excitement from honorable guests.&nbsp; She had hoped to see her brother in the Grand Library as well, sifting through scrolls, but he did not appear.&nbsp; She figured he was off away on some royal duty for the Ceremony, like getting fitted for new bracers or chestplate.&nbsp; <br><br>Leon looked up from her satchel and scanned past the servants, some waiting and some conversing details and plans.&nbsp; Her father was not hard to miss with his mess of dark crimson hair and his very large stature.&nbsp; The General was with him as well and they were conversing together.&nbsp; She held in a smile as she saw a painful but not very serious look pass across King Leomedes' face.&nbsp; She slipped over next to her father and let her tail pass over his arm in a brief greeting manner.&nbsp; &nbsp;She bent slightly at the waist in greeting to the General as well, acknowledging that his military superiority was higher than hers.&nbsp; <br><br>"My King and General," she said softly with her contra-alto lilt.&nbsp; "I was hoping to meet up with Leonaar before everyone gets too swept up in the Ceremony preparations.&nbsp; How has the day treated the both of you, so far?"<br><br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>07-10-2011, 14:38:44</strong>
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				Leonaar sighed as he walked towards the throne room. He was dreading this day, even though he and Leona had agreed already of who got the sword. Beside him was his mother, probably the one Leonaar took after most. "Mother I, I'm nervous There's so many people tat came today What if I mess up?" This behaviour was usual for Leonaar around large crowds, he tended to act adorable adn nervous only to get reassured by someone and usually do well. As they came upon his father and twin he smiled. "h-hey Leona, Father." He said with a soft bow.
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				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>07-10-2011, 16:20:39</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>King Leomedes<br>Outside the Throne Room</strong></span></span><br><br>General Oceloto had been laughing merrily at the king’s antics when Leona’s approach made him raise a cuffed paw to his mouth as he coughed to alert His Majesty. The king glanced to his right and stiffened upon seeing his daughter. His fur puffed up when her tail tenderly caressed his arm. He forced a crooked grin until she greeted:<br><br><strong>My King and General, I was hoping to meet up with Leonaar before everyone gets too swept up in the Ceremony preparations. How has the day treated the both of you, so far?</strong><br><br>The king relaxed. His fur settled. She hadn’t suspected a thing. Crossing his large arms behind his back, the king puffed out his armor-clad chest and raised his head high and proud, making his appearance larger than his usual seven-foot-three composition. He put on his distinguished mask as his azure eyes lowered to his daughter.<br><br>“I have been very hard at work, my daughter. There are many preparations to be made, and perfecting them has been my highest priority. As of now, you may not understand the true importance of this ceremony or the responsibilities that may befall either you or Leonaar, but you will once one of you gains possession of the Sword of Omen,” said the king.<br><br>The general bowed his head and scratched at one of his spherical ears. It had been a good substitute for face-palming. The king knew how to put on airs. <em>Yes, very hard at work. I suppose that includes ditching your meetings?</em> Oceloto mused. It had always baffled him how the king and Lionessa made such an inseparable pair. He had dwarfed her and she had him curled about her ring finger, probably even further than that. Such a ferocious-looking-man had clearly been pussy-whipped.<br><br>Leomedes grinned when Leonaar nervously approached. His son was the spitting image of him! Well, minus the height, the brawn, and courage.<br><br>“Straighten up boy, raise your mane for it is the natural crown of a true king. What ails you? Are you sick or is the anxiety of the approaching big day getting to you?” interrogated the king.
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				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>07-10-2011, 17:19:40</strong>
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				rubbe the back o fhis head but stood tall. Yes Leonaar was quite the handsome boy, just like his father no doubt! Leonaar gave a bow to his father and his twin sister. "Today is sure to be an eventful one eh sister?" Leonaar perhaps just as much as anyway missed his mother, often now he was found in the garden, playing a circular flute.<br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>VNConsort</strong> on <strong>07-10-2011, 22:47:14</strong>
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				Leona flashed her brother a large grin as he came to stand beside her.&nbsp; Leonaar was nervous and timid,&nbsp; no doubt, having been affected by the constant attention of the day.&nbsp; She let her tail reassuringly pat his backside as she continued to devote her attention to her father.&nbsp; With his back straight and his day-armor on, he loomed over both of his children.&nbsp; Leona had always wished to be taller, like her father.&nbsp; She wondered, absent-mindedly, when Leonaar was going to go through another growth spurt and meet his father's frame.<br><br><strong>“I have been very hard at work, my daughter. There are many preparations to be made, and perfecting them has been my highest priority. As of now, you may not understand the true importance of this ceremony or the responsibilities that may befall either you or Leonaar, but you will once one of you gains possession of the Sword of Omen."</strong><br><br>Leona's tail flicked behind her with mild annoyance.&nbsp; The Sword of Omen may as well have been called the 'Sword of Doomsday' to the young princess.&nbsp; While the Sword remained an integral part of of the Thundercat's throne, it was not often mentioned to the royal twins as they grew up.&nbsp; Perhaps because everyone knew there could only be one wielder.&nbsp; It was easier when they were younger because the civilians always expected the gentle Leonaar to wield the sword, but when Leona proved to be far more proficient in combat, tension began to build up.&nbsp; Leona pushed past the vile <em>gossip</em> as she grew up, only seeking to focus on her duty to her Kingdom.&nbsp; Times were different now, though.&nbsp; The lioness had many more options&nbsp; than before and she was constantly turning them over in her head.&nbsp; No matter what happened, she knew she'd have the reassurance of her family and counsel.&nbsp; <br><br>For now she would let her wise King guide the young heirs, in any manner he deemed best.&nbsp; King Leomedes had been deemed worthy of the Sword and had seen the Eye of Thundera, so Leona was comfortable with her father's decisions.&nbsp; Hopefully the Eye of Thundera favored one of the twins, because in the case that it did not...<br><br>"I'm sure great responsibility will follow both Leonaar and I, despite the Sword of Omen, papa," she chimed as King Leomedes verbally chastened Leonaar on his mane.&nbsp; &nbsp;Leonaar seemed only slightly affected though.&nbsp; <strong> "Today is sure to be an eventful one eh sister?" </strong><br><br>Leona nodded in reply, but mentally kept the idea of the Ceremony at bay.&nbsp; <br><br>"Is there anything that your Majesty or the General wishes of us?" She could use something to do before she had to change into her ceremonial armor and be placed under the spotlight.&nbsp; She figured Leonaar could use some distracting too.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Thundercats: The Cat's Lair</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>08-10-2011, 08:19:53</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>King Leomedes<br>Outside the Throne Room</strong></span></span><br><br>The king closed his eyes and shook his head.<br><br>“You both have two days to enjoy this life. You and Leonaar should explore the town and see what kinds of festivities are afoot. Try to keep a low profile. I am sure that the general’s and Cougan’s men will keep you safe, but they cannot protect you from publicity,” he suggested.<br><br>General Oceloto smiled at Leona and Leonaar. “Yes. The prince and princess will be very popular this year. Although, I do not fear anything to befall the two of you, be wary of <strong>The Nine</strong>. I have men scattered about the city. If you feel that someone is stalking you, seek their protection immediately. They will escort you back to this kingdom.”<br><br>The king grinned ominously. “If I find out that those religious loons laid a paw on my children, I’ll rip them to shreds!”<br><br>The general cast his golden eyes to the king. “Calm yourself, Sire. They are no longer children.”<br><br>The king glanced almost sadly to Leona and Leonaar. Just years ago, he was holding them in his arms, and allowing them to ride about on his shoulders. He nodded. “My apologies. You are correct general. But please be safe. Leona…” His teeth came together as he bit back his words. He was staring at his fragile son. <em>Watch over your brother,</em> was what he wanted to say, but if they both were to have an equal chance at the sword, he knew it was belittling to say such things. “Never mind.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Thundercats: The Cat's Lair</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>08-10-2011, 15:39:24</strong>
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				Leonaar looked at his sister. Who were they kidding? He knew Leona deserved the sword,&nbsp; he wasn't as good at combat as her, all he was was a pretty face, but still he smiled for his father. "Ya, let's go out and look around Leona." He said to his sister, as he walked closer and actually hugged his father before standing beside his twin sister.
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				Post by: <strong>VNConsort</strong> on <strong>08-10-2011, 19:09:41</strong>
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				Leona winced inwardly as her father suggested that his offspring enjoy the festivities outside of the citadel.&nbsp; <em>'Try to keep a low profile'</em>, was not going to happen with Leonaar along.&nbsp; His behaviors and speech were trademark to him and people tended to spot him a mile away.&nbsp; Though, there was a secondary benefit to walking around the town, as General Oceloto mentioned.&nbsp; The Cats would enjoy seeing the royal heirs out and about that day, in a jovial mood, celebrating with them.&nbsp; <br><br>General Oceloto's voice lowered as he spoke of <strong>The Nine</strong>, not wanting nearby servants to overhear.&nbsp; <strong>The Nine</strong>, Leona did not fear, but their fanatical manners were an annoyance.&nbsp; They enjoyed seeking the Princess out, most likely because of her stark resemblance to her mother.&nbsp; If she were a more timid Cat, she would definitely be constantly creeped out about some of <strong>The Nine's</strong> stalking habits when she went into town.&nbsp; Instead she shared similar sentiments with her father about those 'loons'.<br><br>The General chided King Leomedes in a friendly manner and Leona flashed a bright smile at her father as he seemed to slip into his memories.&nbsp; Eventually he snapped out of it and looked knowingly at Leonaar.&nbsp; Leona knew Leonaar wanted to leave the Throne and enjoy some time in the sun.&nbsp; The Prince grasped his father in a hug and Leona went over as well.&nbsp; &nbsp;Leona rubbed her side up against her father, patting his hefty arm with her tail.&nbsp; Purring softly and reassuringly, she looked up at him and said, "We'll be safe.&nbsp; And <em>not</em> late for the final preparations."<br><br>Her gentleness was only momentary before she slid over next to Leonaar.&nbsp; "We will be going now.&nbsp; Come, Leonaar!&nbsp; I heard, on passing, there are mock duels near the Fountain Center."<br><br>Bowing quickly to her father and the General, she turned on heel and strode out of the Throne Room.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Thundercats: The Cat's Lair</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>15-10-2011, 23:05:47</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Servallatrix; The Courtyard</span></span></em><br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Servallatrix had lain out a picnic in the courtyard for lunch. It was one of her favorite places in the world, and since she knew the king would be too busy for her today, she had fixed a special meal and some fruit in a basket and gone to the courtyard for the afternoon. <br><br>The trees were alive with color as their flowers bloomed in season, providing vibrant shade for her to sit under. She was kneeling now on a satin blanket, the scraps of her lunch neatly packed back into the basket on a blanket corner, while she plaited her long, white hair and softly sang a tune. It was an old song, one whose words she knew well, a ballad of Thundera that sang to its might and prestige. <br><br>When the wind blew, the branches shook multihued petals down onto the blanket like slow, vivid rain. She closed her eyes and leaned back, tilting her face skyward, singing as if she could make her heart a song. She was thinking of that lynx again, the kitchen lad. The way his eyes sparkled when he smiled, how he was always up to some mischief. He had incredible eyes. This aquamarine that seemed like precious stones made into irises, and his gaze was so intense. She had seen him leaving for the marketplace earlier, following his gallop with her eyes as he hurried. She stopped singing and sighed. The kitchen boy made her sigh, and she sighed often these days. She wondered vaguely when he would get back, if the chef would be angry at what he brought. Maybe he would hide in the courtyard and see her… Oh, but he wouldn’t. Such idle thoughts. She released the braid from her delicately clawed fingertips and let it fall to her waist, the hair coming loose without something to tie it in place. <br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Thundercats: The Cat's Lair</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>17-10-2011, 15:31:17</strong>
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				<strong>King Leomedes<br>Courtyard</strong><br><br>The king had been walking the halls. Even after he had finished his talk with General Oceloto, he just couldn’t force himself to return to the throne room. The paperwork part of diplomacy just wasn’t his thing. Therefore, he had handed the paper-signing duty to his Minister of Affairs. The halls were quiet with the light whisper of servants rushing from one area to the next. Most of the royal staff was busy making preparations, and for some odd reason, he felt fearful. He didn’t understand why he felt such an emotion. He should have been happy to see his kits become cats.<br><br>He closed his eyes as he passed beneath the rays that shown from the large windows of the corridor. One of the windows was cracked to permit a breeze, and on that breeze was a beautiful voice. The king stopped and straightened from his slightly hunched and thoughtful position. He recognized the voice immediately for there was no other Cat who bore such a melody. Unfortunately, not even his wife’s voice could compare to Servallatrix, his concubine.<br><br>The king smiled pleasantly. Her singing could wash all his worries away. He followed her voice to the courtyard and came across her small picnic to see her sitting there alone and enjoying herself made the king feel relieved and yet also sympathetic. He knew that if she wasn’t alone, more specifically, if she had been sharing a meal with another man, she would have seen a rage like no other.<br><br>She was so delicate. She was like an orchid singing in the spring as she blossomed. The armored lion stopped before her blanket, his arms crossed behind his back as his cape swept the pink and white petals that speckled the grass.<br><br>“May I join you?” the king asked. He knew he was a monarch, but he was also a gentleman.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Thundercats: The Cat's Lair</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>18-10-2011, 13:39:49</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Servallatrix; The Courtyard</span></span></em><br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">The singing had stopped just as she came into view, and for a moment she was introspective, unaware of his presence. She opened her eyes and turned her face towards him, and her expression showed minute surprise as she smiled. "Of course, my lord." <br><br>She hadn't thought the king would have time for her, what with the rush of activity surrounding the ceremony. But perhaps she also knew he would need her today. The ceremony itself represented so many things to him, and the memory of his wife would hang heavy in the air for the entire family. Servallatrix wasn't so arrogant as to assume that she was the only person he could open up to about the deep pain that lay there, but somehow it seemed to her like their relationship was special in that regard. It felt like she alone had the ability to help him move on. <br><br>Most women would have made small talk about the beautiful weather, the festivities of the day or the week, how busy the day was or even brought up the ceremony, but Servallatrix was silent. She gave the king that placid smile that seemed at the same time to be all-knowing and all-forgiving. It was a smile she gave him often, something familiar and comforting. <br><br>She tried to focus on how he must be feeling, to anticipate his needs as she so often did. She was good at her job, good at being what it was he needed. But what lay in her mind as she thought about what the king would need, was the indelible color of aquamarine. <br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Thundercats: The Cat's Lair</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>19-10-2011, 14:44:10</strong>
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				<strong>King Leomedes<br>Courtyard</strong><br><br>The king smiled, pleased with her answer as he then settled upon his knees. He turned over to rest upon his back and he crossed his strong arms behind his head, seeming like a big kid with his informal approach to relaxing. Yes, there was etiquette for the proper position one should take when resting among friends. He closed his eyes and basked in the calm of the courtyard—the wind that whispered through the blossoms and the twitter of birds. A few blossoms tumbled across his red mane that wrapped his head in a halo of silky hair. He inhaled deeply, his chest swelling beneath his armor, and then exhaled slow and easy.<br><br>“I feel so nervous and frightened, and I don’t know why. I am dreading the ceremony. I can’t wait for it to be here and over,” the king confessed. “I feel disappointment that my son turned out to be unfit to prove to be a challenge for his sister. But maybe his weakness is actually a strength? The twins are very close to one another. Would Leona be able to complete the trials against her brother?”<br><br>Leo groaned to himself. “These thoughts are making my mane turn grey. I did not come here to continue to swim in my troubles. I apologize for sharing them with you. Servallatrix, could you sing again? Your voice is like a soothing-serenade. When I heard you from the hall, even then, I felt at peace.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Thundercats: The Cat's Lair</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>28-10-2011, 20:33:26</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Servallatrix; The Courtyard</span></span></em><br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Servallatrix smiled knowingly and petted his hair in a familiar way. "Sharing the weight of your troubles with a friend lessens their heft on your shoulders." He knew she never minded being his sounding board. They had discussed everything from political policy to what happens after a cat dies, always in the privacy of their own company. She listened to him now, nodding her understanding. Her long, white braid slithered against the satin blanket with her movement. <br><br>"Leona takes after her mother." She suggested softly. It was a single sentence but it carried so much unspoken meaning. The queen had ruled alongside him, but they both knew who was dominant. The queen had been revered and loved and the responsibility that had fallen on his shoulders since her death had been immense. If Leona were like her mother, then she would prove to be a worthy ruler indeed. <br><br>She smiled again when he asked her to sing, and she did. A wartime song about the valor of Thunderan soldiers and the sacrifices they made in battles long past...<br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Thundercats: The Cat's Lair</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>01-11-2011, 19:26:10</strong>
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				<strong>King Leomedes<br>Courtyard</strong><br><br>The king softly purred, feeling Servallatrix’s fingers combing through his crimson mane, and as she sang, he tried to clear his mind. He didn’t want to think about the banquet, the ceremony, and the numerous papers he’d have to sign. He didn’t want to think about his children, his deceased wife, or even himself. He was practicing the trick Cougan had taught him about meditation. As he slowly faded from thought, Servallatrix’s voice became ever softer.<br><br>There was then an approaching clatter of what could only be armor. The weighted steps of a running soldier brought the king out of his concentration as his eyes opened and he sat up as the soldier dropped to one knee before him. The soldier’s head was bowed and he heavily panted in his exhaustion.<br><br>“Your Majesty, a cleric has brought news to me of the prince and princess. They may be in grave danger,” the soldier urgently reported.<br><br>“What?” the king growled. “I just saw them not long ago!”<br><br>“I’m sorry, Sire.”<br><br>King Leomedes rose to his feet and took five steps away from the blanket and the kneeling soldier. He reached for the Sword of Omen at his hip, drawing it from its gauntlet and bringing it before his eyes.<br><br>“Sword of Omen, give me sight beyond sight!” commanded the king.<br><br>The hand guards mysteriously curled before his eyes and the king became overwhelmed with a mystic power that knew his will and desire. The king could see into a dark place. As he looked further, there was the golden glow of torchlight, and then several cloaked individuals that made the king’s mane flare in disturbance. His heart began beating rapidly the fearful he became. When Leona was seen next standing nude and angry amongst them and Leonaar upon an altar with a knife to his throat, the king unleashed a ferocious roar and tore his eyes away from the sight. The sword was dropped to the ground, embedding itself in the earth and the king’s arms folded about his head.<br><br>The soldier stood in concern, fearing what the king might have seen. He held out a reluctant and timid paw to him.<br><br>“My king?”<br><br>The king lowered his arms as low, frightening rumbles escaped his craggy teeth. The soldier retracted his hand and stepped back. The king was like a feral beast. Leo snatched up the sword and swiftly stormed out of the courtyard as he headed to the throne room. It wasn’t on his mind at the moment, but he knew he’d have to apologize to Servallatrix for rudely exiting her company.<br><br><hr><br><strong>King Leomedes<br>The Throne Room</strong><br><br><br>The servants were relieved to see the king return, but the aura of malice that followed him made them uneasy. The king took a stance in the center of the chamber just before the ring of servants surrounding his chair. He swung his sword:<br><br>Thunder!<br><br>Thunder!<br><br>Thundercats!<br><br><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>HOOOOOOOO~!</em></span></span><br><br>The royal crest flashed in the sky like a blazing red moon.
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