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 Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2011 8:23 pm
⚜Gorondrel Castle⚜
A gargantuan castle that rests on the pinnacle overlooking Gorondrel. There are many miles of hidden passageways and secret corridors only the Royal Elite Guards know of. It is from here Silaedron rules.
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 9:57 pm
Veranda trudged through thick snow on her way back from arms practice. The Captain had been in a foul mood, as usual, and had taken it out on her and the other Elites. Not that she, or any of them for that matter, would ever deign to show how misserable they were. It was their way. Show no weakness. Three words that had been drilled into Veranda's head while she was a mere pledge at their accademy. The regular guard let her inside without question, and she headed for the wing of the castle reserved for the Elite Guards, wishing for nothing more than a nice warm bath.
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 10:11 pm
Mark frowned looking up at the castle walls. He had lived Gorondrel most of his life and he rarely went inside. He sighed and walked away, spinning a dagger between his fingers. Jobs were getting harder to come by, so he was ending up with more free time than to know what to do with. He whistled to himself looking for an entrance that would take him to the servants corridors. 10 minutes later he found that he was lost in the castle. "Damn it." He groaned, having no idea where he was.
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 10:37 pm
A curse rang through the corridor, causing Veranda to stop. She backtracked and peered down an adjoining hallway. A man, frustrated and perplexed, was the only one there. She strode toward him almost silently.
"Are you lost?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 10:48 pm
Mark blinked and looked at her suprise. 'Ah shite.' He thought the second he saw her uniform. He grinned sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck. "Unfortunately yes." He frowned. "I don't want to cause any trouble. I'm just looking for someone."
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 10:53 pm
She arched an eyebrow. Funny, it's the guilty who usualy say that. She thought.
"Who, exactly, are you looking for? I could be of assistance." She paused. "Unless you were planning to meet them here."
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 10:58 pm
"My sister." He told her. "She should be at the servants quarter. But, go figure, I have no idea where they are." He said with a shrug.
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 11:01 pm
"Ah, I see." Veranda began walking and gestured for him to follow. He intrigued her for some strange reason, but acted suspicious. She wanted to keep an eye on him for the time being.
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 11:11 pm
Mark silently followed her. He was thankful for her help, but wasn't sure what to think of a guard. Others in his line of work didn't think to highly of them. He glanced at her, 'I don't see whats so bad.' He thought. 'And this ones kinda cute.'
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 9:16 pm
She led him down many many winding, dark corridors. Much of the castle was a labyrinth that only the Elite Guards and a few others could navigate; many people had become lost within these abandoned corridors. Veranda realized that she didn't know the man's name.
"What is your name?" She asked.
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 9:27 pm
He smiled. "Mark Lox." In Gorondel's underground he was a fairly well known rogue, but his name meant very little to everyone else. He would have considered it a miracle if she had even heard his name mentioned somewhere. He walked next to her and looked at her with his cold blue eyes. "So, what's your name?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 9:37 pm
Veranda matched Mark's cold gaze with an icier one of her own. She didn't speak for some time.
"Veranda Creaunder." She finally replied. Her name was well known, as her father was Lord-Governor of the warlike Creaunder province.
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 9:48 pm
Mark blinked and looked at her in surprise. "Its a nice name." he commented and glanced around as they walked. 'Is this girl pulling my leg?' He wondered, but didn't show it. He decided to drop it, as far as he could tell this would be the last time they would meet.
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 10:06 pm
"You think I'm lying." She said, a small smirk flickering across her face.
"You know, if you kept up with the court politics, you would know that the Lord Governor has a 'rebel' daughter who much prefers sword work to needlework. A disgrace." Veranda actualy laughed out loud. Her uptight aunts had called her a disgrace many times, and it was actually sort of humorous to see the stout ladies make such a fuss.
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 10:26 pm
Mark couldn't help, but to grin hearing her laugh. "I'm not a fan of politics, but I admit that is a funny story." He chuckled. "A blade can be more useful than a needle. I don't know what they're 'disgraced' about."
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