Beia discussion

The Palace of Camrid is home to the Europa Royal family, and is very beautiful and quite protected.
Places in this topic:
Entrance
Throne Room
Dining Hall
Kitchen
Hallways
Chambers
Court Yard
Cells
[Image found by Lavender, description by Ken]

Yozi sighed and sat on his throne with a look of hatred in his eyes as he red a report given to him. Another failed assault on a fortified position by one of his incompetent commanders. "Next!" He yelled, he would have the commanded executed later.

Nyla slithered in and looked at the guards as she slithered past them and towards Yozi, a straight face the whole time

"Hello, what do you require?" The young king asked, the hatred in his eyes nearly vanished immediately.

"I want to stay here for a bit to see how your kingdom looks" she asked with a bit of a smile

"Ok then... you are aware there is a war going on correct? It's not truly the best time to go adventuring." He said quickly.

Nyla smiled as she nodded but looked around a bit "and you do know I'm a naga and I can fight for myself" she said, as her tail curled up

"I'm just giving you a warning that we hold no responsibility for anything that would happen to you during your stay." He replied, he had no need to warn her yet he did.

"I understand and I'm only staying for 2-3 days just to see what it's like" she said and bowed a bit

The fallen angel crouched close to the floors of the dungeons, his bare feet soaked in water and soap-suds, as he scrubbed the stone walls of the newly emptied cell. Which the previous inhabitant had emptied because they were executed that morning, before the rising of the sun. Each wall was covered in curses and hate messages against the royal family and Europa, all written in blood. It was Kadon's job to clean up the messes made by the prisoners and to keep everything as 'clean' as possible.
He'd been doing this since he was ten years-old, after being sold to the capital and kept in the dungeons for the longest time, because the previous King was unsure what to do with him. It had been later decided that he would stay out of sight and therefore out of mind, by cleaning and working in the most unvisited place in the entire palace.
After being alone for so long, human interaction was something the man absolutely feared and believed would be the death of him, so when new prisoners were dragged in he would hide till he was certain no one would see him. As a result the guards believed that he'd died down in the lowest place of the castle, even with the clean cells, they had simply assumed another slave or servant had done the work.

God, I feel bad for him. Yozi has an unhealthy obsession with angels and demons and humanoid monsters. If they saw him he would be immediately taken to go see the king)

(I mean if he goes to visit a prisoner he could possible catch a glance of him, and ask the guards about the subject. If you want)

Ok, that works. Not like there are a shortage of POWs for him to inspect.)

(yuppers, if you want to do that now I can or we can wait)

I have some work but sure, in a bit)

(Alright, I'll just be doing some other posting for my other characters)

Yozi walked down into the dungon slowly, his sword at his side. It had a gold and ivory hilt with jewls engraved. "Lets get this over with, break his mind until he sings."

Kadon had just finished the cell he'd been working on, his mind void of thoughts, it was difficult to keep in mind what he was thinking because of his amnesia. But there were four exceptions to this condition for him since he could remember his name, age, species (nothing specific about it), and an ancient dead language. Putting everything he'd been using into a bucket, he stood up and brushed the soap from his linen pants. He didn't were shoes and he wore tattered linen pants along with a wide piece of cloth wrapped around his torso and large black wings.
He was close to the entrance of the dungeons, where steps led down into the basement of the palace, in the distance he could hear a man yelling curses against the King. Along with another statement about the demon in the dungeons, that demon been Kadon, who was more of a shadow. These weren't the only things he heard, since a voice caught his attention and in a panic, he dropped the bucket spilling the soapy water inside and slipping. Hitting the ground he scrambled to get up, as the dungeon door opened. The guard caught a glimpse of the shadow running away into the maze of cells, and looked to the King.

"Who is he?" The young king asked, curious about the guy. He decided to try to follow him to investigate although her was not used to the winding corridors and dead ends of the dungeon so it would be easy for him to get lost.

"That..." "Well we assumed it was dead your Highness," the soldier stated.
The two soldiers that accompanied the King looked at each other, that being had been deemed dead about seven years ago, and only now had they finally seen it.
"Do you want us to bring it to you?" the second asked.

"Yes, do not harm him, if he is hungry get him some bread or something. They are, useful." He said, the last word had a rather strange aura to it. "Whatever you do, do not upset it."

"Of course," "Should we wait till after talking with the prisoner, or send someone?" the soldier questioned.
He wanted to make sure he didn't his job correctly, since not everyone was forgiving and it wasn't safe to take chances.

"I'll deal with the prisoners myself, I need a 'distraction' anyway." He said with a yawn as he looked at a low ranking one and raised his hand to the bars before a black fire engulfed the entirity of the room, slowly incinerating him, his screams sending terror into the other prisoners.

Both soldiers turned to look at one another, the one with more authority nodded to the other and they quickly set off to find the creature wandering the dungeons. While the other stood just behind that king accompanying him and watching the fire engulf the man inside the cell. He was grateful for his position and alignment in this war.

Quietly the soldier walked through the halls he was shaking in his armor, having heard about this entity he was meant to catch. From what he'd heard it had been given to the previous king as a slave and having no idea of what to do with the creature kept it in the dungeons, it apparently had been hiding and stealing food from prisoners. The prisoners having no knowledge of the creature would assume and claim it was mice and rats. Like he and the other solider had been thinking, this black form was supposed to be dead of starvation.
"Creature, come out and no harm will come to you," the man yelled into the maze of cells, his voice shaking slightly.
Something tapped his shoulder and he almost screamed when turning around to see a pair of glowing blue eyes staring back at him. To protect himself he swung his sword and he could feel his weapon making slight contact, and a shrill hiss in response.

The king could not hear what happened as he had moved to the next cell. "Ok, if you know anything useful you will be allowed to live, if not your getting the purgatorium curatio." He stated. The prisoner tried to desperately get out something about an 'impending attack' that had already been crushed a week ago although the prisoner had no knowledge of it. "Useless." He stated as the fire engulfed the prisoner. "Did you know that unlike a death by normal fire my magic does not burn the nerves so you can feel every second until death. Then it burns your soul, the complete destruction of a being, no body and no soul is left." He said to the guard, although loudly so it was heard by every prisoner.

The guard followed his highness, listening to the prisoners begging for mercy, and sighed if they didn't give good information none of their wishes would be granted. Watching as the fire engulfed another prisoner he kept his indifferent expression over his face. When the king spoke to him, he nodded,
"I did your highness, such a terrible way to perish," "If it were myself I would give what ever I could," he stated.
Trying to persuade the prisoners into sharing secrets and information.

While the fire burned in a few cells, the other solider was busy trying to keep a terrifying creature away from himself. He was a normal human and had no magic so he had to use all his wits to outsmart this beast. Swinging his sword he missed as Kadon dodged but took a chance and let the dull end of his sword hit the fallen angel in the head. He took head and tired breathes as the beast fell to the floor, and dragged it through the maze to where the King and other solider were.

"Ok, what the fuck.." The king muttered, although keeping a calm composure. "Hello there, are you ok?" He asked Kadon, glancing at the solider on the ground. "Did he try to hurt you?" He looked ready to kill the solider however he wouldn't, he had some restraint.

The solider dragged the creature over to the king, he had quite a few scratches all where there was no armor and the beasts hands had blood on the tips of its fingers. Slowly waking up Kadon lunged back and slammed into the solider that had brought him, causing the solider to almost lose his balance.

The king grabbed him by his shoulder and gripped tight. "Stop." He demanded, he had a very tight grip. Meanwhile the prisoners were still alive and screaming for mercy.

Kadon looked at the king, his entire body tense, and his blue eyes staring up at him. Clearing this being hadn't been around humans in a long time, or at least spoken to them, since it wasn't saying anything.
"I'm sorry your highness, I asked to meet it in peace, but it attacked me," the solider apologized, while listening to the begging and screaming of mercy.

The king sighed, "Somebody grab one of those sealing collars for now, if he attacked you then your use of force was justified, grab the collar then go get your wounds healed." He said, loosening his grip on Kadon some.

Kadon looked at his hands as he sat on his knees, he should have listening for these people, when they had been coming into the dungeons or this all would have been avoided. His wings were bound tightly against his back with the piece of clothe wrapped around his torso, and he could feel the feathers pressing against them.
"Yes, your highness," the solider ran off and returned not much later, perhaps only a few minutes with the collar.
The older solider was watching Kadon intently making sure no harm came to the king and yelled for silence from the prisoners, and they all fell quiet.

"We will not harm you, we simply are using the collar so you can't hurt us, we will take it off as soon as we know you won't." The king promised, releasing Kadon fully once the collar was on. "Now would you like some food?" He asked.

Kadon didn't look up, he kept his head down, he understood that he needed to show respect. He only nodded in understanding when the made is promise, and another time when the king offered him food. Since he hadn't eaten well in many years, having stolen food from the prisoners in secret.

"I'm taking him to guest room 7, bring him some food with plenty of nutrients, also milk and water." The king said. "I don't need a guard, he won't attack me."

"Yes, your highness," the solider replied, not questioning the kings judgment.
He took one last look at the prisoners as a warning for them to be cooperative and went off to get what King Yoziama has requested. Kadon kept his head down waiting for instructions, since it was better then taking things into his own hands.

"Follow me." He requested, walking to the room. (Gn)

(Gn!)

Kadon stood and followed, he hadn't walked out of the cells in over 14 years, he wasn't sure if he would like it or not and even the light for the stairs and the hallways was a bit much. He had to cover his eyes for a bit before rushing to follow after then King.

The king led him to the room, it was hard to understand him, he seemed nice but he just erased 2 people.

Kadon was thinking those exact thoughts and wasn't entire sure if this person had good intentions or not. As a result the fallen angel kept a decent distance between himself and the king that led the way. He'd heard the screams and begging many times before, but actually seeing it was something else.

"Please try to keep up." He requested as he entered the room, it was very nice with a comfy bed. "Your food should be here soon."

He nodded, but the distance between the two males stayed the same, clearly Kadon was of more cautious character. Following the king inside Kadon looked around, it was a big change in atmosphere from where he had been living for most of his life.

"You will be staying here for the forseeable future, you may rearrange it if you wish and ask for what you wish. There are some clothes in the closet, if they dont fit you can ask for some to be taliored for you." He said.

"Why?" Kadon asked, referring to why the king was doing this.
The fallen angel had done nothing to earn this and had been claimed dead for so many years that his sudden existence shouldn't matter to anyone.

"Just some curiousity is all." He replied. "I have a bit of an obsession with the paranormal and I'm hoping you may be able to help me." He replied with a smile.

Kadon didn't reply, but simply removed the cloth that was around his torso, it was a bit finicky since it was tight and he hadn't taken it off it quite some time. Once removed though, his wings quickly fell and sprawled over the floor behind him, happy to be released from the tightness around them.

"I'll step out so you can change." He said, stepping outside. The clothing had a suit with a cutout for wings although the cuts were a little large.

He waited till the door was close till he began to change, his body was covered in ancient tattoos, markings and symbols. Some natural, but most of them being put on him, for reasons unknown. Because the cuts were larger his wings fit better and he was able to put on the outfit without much trouble.
"Well that's surprising," Kadon mumbled.
His wings were so feathered that they filled the cutouts without a problem, and he sat down to pick out dirt and dust from them.

The other clothes in the closet were disigned for diffrent beings, they looked odd but they all fit their creature perfectly. "You done changing?" Yozi asked, he had a soft tone to his voice.

Kadon nodded, but didn't register till a few moments later that he had closed the door having forgotten something so simple.
"Yes," he stated.
He was currently using a sharp silver tool shaped like a birds beak to pick through his feathers and clean them; the term for this being called preening.