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01/10/20 Mysterious creatures have appeared throughout the Kingdom
05/16/18 The Spring Magic Knigts Exam has came to an end!
05/16/18 Patch 2.5 has dropped!
08/01/18 The 4 year Time Skip has occured. New rules and regulations as well as events have all been put into place.
09/21/18 The Royal Knight Exams have begun
10/01/18 The 2018 Fall Harvest Festival will begin
10/19/18 The Fall Magic Knight Exams will begin
11/15/18 The Harvest Festival and Royal Knight Exams both end
11/12/18 The Magic Knight Exams have begun
12/05/18 The Yule Time Festivus has brought many events throughout the Kingdom!
02/15/19 The Grimoire Ceremony is starting all around the country.
04/08/19 The Magic Knight Exams have begun
05/20/19 The Magic Knight Exams have ended
06/01/19 The Diamond Kingdom has started thier invasion on Clover, hoping to end the war!
09/30/19 The War with Diamond has ended!
10/01/19 One Year Timeskip
Post by Windy Bane of New Haven on Apr 17, 2019 10:24:26 GMT -5
Kikka was worlds different than what she was used to. She was now in the Common Region. Much less mana beast to contend with. She was even able to hitch a ride on the back of a wagon. Animal powered locomotion was so fascinating. It made her curious about riding a dolphin or such back on the ship. She had only been on dry land for three months now, and she already felt homesick for the sound of waves. She was a little disappointed to find out the Squad named after a killer whale was in the mountains of all places. Because that made sense.
Arriving at the base of the mountain, she gave a wave to the farmer and hoisted her bag onto her shoulder. The burlap strap supporting the weight of all her belonging. As she gauged up the future hie, she felt a wind blow. Her side tuft of hair began bending forward, pointing right to the castle. This was a good sign as the wind vane only pointed to safety. Well nothing to it but to move it. Dressed in a grey tube top and khaki knee length short, her black and silver shoes started to crunch upon the gravel. Each step hoisting her towards her new home base.
Of course the girl who had lived on a ship would be sent to the highest peak of Kikka. The wall was quite an intimidating sight as she first caught a good sight of it half way up. The tall castle did look like something out of a fairy tale. Magical in it's own right, she would just be more awed as she climbed higher. Soon she was at the wall and looking around. She thought all Land Walls had a door or something on it to let people in. She walked back and forth, not leaving the path she struggled up. After about twenty minutes, she moves the strap diagonally across her chest.
"Well this must be a sort of defense mechanism. If you aren't ready to scale a wall you can't find respite from the storm. Tires out invaders and gives them longer to ready defensive forces. Smart." With that sorted in her head, she grabbed a stone about head height and stepped on another lightly out propped stone. More climbing. This time up the stone defense. If this was what the landlocked meant by things were looking up, she had to agree. She was higher than any crows nest she had ever been on before. Within half an hour, she pulled herself up and over the wall railings onto the enbattlement and dropped her bag next to her. "Oh man, if this is the only way in or out, everyone here is going to have superb cardio." As she pushed herself to stand up, her face contorted to one of shock, disappointment, and being dumbfounded. Right across the castle yard, she could see the gate way. She had came up the wrong side of the mountain.
The warmth of the sun’s lays gentle woke Jett from his slumber looking up at the same dull ceiling that he had drifted off looking too. Still in the infirmary but his exhaustion completely washed away, able to move without much pain, the vice-captain didn’t wait around to get back onto his feet, sitting up and sliding his feet off of the bed to touch the cold stone floor beneath. The infirmary was one of the few rooms in the base that didn’t have the velvet carpets, which was a shame as the cold touch send shiver all the way up his body, leaving him covered in goose bumps. The bed next to his, that once housed Adan, was now empty but he wasn’t too worried, he’d turn back up to annoy him soon enough.
Standing up, Jett extended his arms out as much as he could letting out a groan as his whole body seemed to fight him after he had slept for so long, two days to be exact but he was yet to know that. Ruffling his long purple locks to rid himself of his bed her, he let out a simple yawn as he prepared himself to return to his room and get ready for the rest of the day. ”Hi.” Jett pretty much jumped out of his skin as the delicate voice sounded from behind him, thinking he was alone in the room. Sat on the window’s ledge was the young girl that Jett had taken in from the forsaken region, well, he off loaded her to his parents, but she sat the quiet enough to remain unnoticed by Jett. In her arm, she held a sleeping Adan, cuddled close to her chest as if he was some soft toy, and not the all power spirit it was in actuality. ”Matilda!? How long have you been there?” The girl simply shrugged her shoulders, giving no other response to Jett. ”Well how did you get here? And why?” Letting out a sigh, as if it was a bother just speaking to him, she answered his questions. ”Mrs. King, she was worried about you after you got hurt. I wanted to see Adan, so I ask if I could come along.” Jett let out a small laugh, the girl seemingly not worried about him but wanting to see Adan instead. He wasn’t too offended, after all, the two of them didn’t really have any sort of great relationship. His mother coming to see him though, that worried him and the prospect of being out longer than a couple hours began to sink in. Brushing the thoughts off, he knew he could get answers later on, for now he needed to get into some fresh clothes and felt a need to brush his teeth thoroughly. ”Come one Matilda. Let me get washed and dressed then we’ll go get you some food.” He monotone face remained the same but there was a glint in her eye at the mention of foot as she hopped down from the window and followed alongside Jett.
A change of clothes and feeling refreshed, Jett made good on his promise, taking Matilda to the mess hall for some food. Her child-like appearance gained a lot of attention, especially from the women and older members of the squad, little did they know she was already fifteen and considerably stronger than most mages. Though that was a fact that she herself didn’t understand yet and, for now at least, Jett planned on keeping it that way her childhood was rough enough. Fully loaded on all the sweet rolls and other sugar filled snacks she could carry, the duo continued to take a walk along the outside of the base, taking in the view of kingdom from the heights of the granite castle. At this point, Adan was back up and about, Matilda having, what seemed like, the heart wrenching choice of holding onto the spirit or carrying the sweets, her stomach making the final ruling in the end. The earthly spirit seemed different now that he was a tangible entity, able to float about in the air rather than letting his tiny legs carry him alongside the two purple haired mages. ”Ahh, so the wee one is back again. If only she had mastery over diamond, she would surely be a better candidate than ye.” The comment tickled the spirit and he rolled around in the air with laughter, Jett didn’t really share the sentiment though, the two having just fought over if Jett was worthy or not.
In the distance, the diamond wizard noticed a couple of the wall’s guards gathered together, peering down its side. Not usual behaviour to say the least, prompting him to walk over to see just what was going on. Upon arriving the trio was just in time to witness a young orange haired girl lift herself onto the top of the wall, it left the all dumbfounded to say the least, with the exception of Matilda who watched on unfazed, chomping down on a glazed Danish roll. It was an impressive feat to scale such a large wall without the use of magic, even more so when you consider how well kept it is, ensuring the stones were all parallel. Looking back to Jett for answers, the guards were unsure whether to arrest the girl or not but he waved away the notion, the girl not seemingly a threat. ”She don’t seem to be the sharpest tool in the shed does she.” Jett snapped at his spirit, trying to think of a valid reason to climb the wall. ”She is probably just testing her climbing ability. Don’t jump to conclusions Adan!” ”No. She’s just stupid.” Still chewing, Matilda spoke picking out her next sweet roll to eat. Shaking his head and letting his shoulders drop slightly, Jett walked forwards holding out his hand to shake. ”Hi, I’m Jett, second-in-command here. Can we help you?”
Post by Windy Bane of New Haven on Apr 18, 2019 8:13:21 GMT -5
After regaining her senses, she notice the four individuals hanging around her. Three guys, a small girl, and a floaty thing. Her blue eyes scanned each one for a moment as they spoke.
”She don’t seem to be the sharpest tool in the shed does she.” The floaty spoke in apparent disdain. A shed must be like a land hold. Place to hold tools. A hammer doesn't need to be sharp to be in good working order. Now if only she knew what he was sepcifically talking about.
”She is probably just testing her climbing ability. Don’t jump to conclusions Adan!” Her eyes floated over to the purple haired male that had just waved off the other two. The floaty seemed to be Adan. But really, who would want to test thier climbing abilities. Sure it was an easy out to avoid looking foolish, but she was not a liar.
”No. She’s just stupid" She was right there. The one with all the sweets replied. But at least this one spoke in decent understandable phrases, but like a filet knife, her cut drew blood but wasn't that deep.
”Hi, I’m Jett, second-in-command here. Can we help you?” So the purple haired guy was their First Mate.
Her feet snapped together as her hands dropped right to her sides. Her body straight up. "Junior Fifth Rank Windy Bane of New Haven reporting as requested." However the moment she finished that, she felt the wind hit her from the back. Her side tuft went up and forward. Then went her face. The upright statue with redhair fell forward into the stone walkway. Her silver tier crystal blue leather grimoire falling from it's holster on her hip. "Captain's grace, land, you need to move a bit more."
Her hands went up to her shoulders, palms on the ground. She pushed her still stiff body up, using her toes as a fulcrum, before pushing up harder and planting her feet under her chest so she could stand back up. "My apologies for that shameful display. I still don't have my land legs yet. But I am Junior Fifth rank Windy Bane of New Haven..." Her hand went up to pinch the bridge of her nose. "Six sails. I already said that." She bent over to pick up her grimoire. Feet spreading a bit to prevent another fall out. Once she was back up right she looked to the floaty and the girl. "Your daughter and pet?"
Instead of returning the gesture to shake Jett’s hand, the girl instead stood to attention upon hearing his rank, not really an unusually reaction but one he wasn’t a fan of. Though the girl took things a little further than most when it came to her rigidity as it left her with little balance in combatting the high winds on top of the castle, sending her fall forwards. ”Yup, definitely an idiot.” Matilda added, her feast still continuing. Jett knelt to help her up, but she was already half way to her feet, blaming the ground for not moving? It was strange, she was strange but as a new recruit, he didn’t want to doubt her too much. The way she spoke was not like anything he had encountered before, though eccentricity wasn’t something out of the ordinary within the magic knights, if anything it was amplified, so he had no worries about her fitting in. Stepping back, Jett listened as she introduced herself once more, though this time with no distractions, he actually took in her name, or rather, the words ‘New Haven’. Before he could speak though, she cut herself off, scolding herself for repeating herself before picking up her grimoire asking about Adan and Matilda.
Jett burst out laughing, turning to Adan as he did, the spirits face like thunder directed to both him and Wendy, this laughter was short lived though as Jett found himself looking to the sky, his knee on the ground and a throbbing pain in his leg. The idea of being seen as his daughter wasn’t one that pleased Matilda too much, though Jett was confused how it was his fault as she gave him a dirty look after kicking him. ”Die.” Her words were cold and serious as her expression before she walked away but Jett brushed it off, returning to his feet and looking to Wendy, rubbing his leg to try and rid himself of the pain. ”She’s not my daughter, she’s actually fifteen and there’s only six years between us both.” A sly look to Adan and a mischievous smile, Jett continued. ”But you was right about Adan, he’s my pet, loyal and obedient, never leaving my side.” The idea of being referred to as a pet by Jett as a step too far for the spirit, clicking is tiny fingers causing a giant cluster of diamonds to form and hit Jett in the ribs, reducing him to his knees once more. ”God, why’s everyone so touchy today.” He laughed weakly as Adan floated away in pursuit of Matilda.
His attention firmly back on Wendy, Jett turned the conversation back on her. ”New Haven eh? Willow Omens is a good friend of mine, assuming you know him, and even had a hand in helping him with a few of the old countries problems. Been wondering when the first influx would come through. Now that you’re here though, first things first, welcome to Purple Orca. From today on, should you choose, this place is your home, we’ll feed you and give you a place to sleep. Second, drop or the formal crap around me, so long as you’re not disrespectful, we’re good. And last, anything you need, come find me. Now, I gotta ask, why did you climb the wall?” At this point, Jett really couldn’t continue any further without knowing just why she scaled the wall.
Post by Windy Bane of New Haven on Apr 23, 2019 1:21:27 GMT -5
Windy watched the exchange between the three. First came the kick, the death threat and then diamonds to the ribs. THen the two started to walk away. When the vice captain didn’t retort with anything but a one liner about being touchy, the lass had to stop herself from going after the two. Her heart sank a bit. Did Landers act like this to their superiors? Was she expected to act like that? Her face easily shown her discomfort on the issue before conversation was brought back up.
Assuming she knew Willow Omen? The Old Country’s problems? Drop the formal crap? And why did she climb the wall. The last question was the one that really punched her kidney. It was a slew of questions that almost felt like an interrogation. But, given that he was the First Mate of the Purple Orca, it stood to reason that he didn’t have a lot of time on his hands. So she let out a breath, trying to keep everything in order. “Course I know Chief Omen. He is the one that founded New Haven and gave refuge to our fleet, which allowed me to take part in the Grimoire Ceremony two weeks ago. I haven’t had a chance to get to know him personally, but considering her is a Vice Captain and leader of a nation. And problems with the Country? The Country is the Perfect region we go when we die. Even if pieces of us head their first. I do apologize, but I haven’t been formal yet. This is just proper deckside discipline and behavior. I could never be disrespectful. That’s how ships sink. And ummm...the wall…”
She scratched her cheek a bit and looked off to the side. Her cheeks slightly red in embarrassment. “I was dropped off at the base of the mountain. When I got up here, I didn’t see any port of entry, so I thought Lander Castles just required their personnel to climb the wall to get in.” After a moment of silence, she felt a need to defend herself. “I mean it makes complete sense to tire out invading forces…” Oh was she glad his daughter and floaty had walked away before this. She would just be called an idiot again. SIghing dejectedly she looked down to the ground. “I have only been on land for a little over a moon now. I am still getting used to all the new things here.”
Windy seemed confused by Jett’s words of the problems with the country he spoke of, an rightly so, to this day he didn’t really understand what ‘The Country’ was. Even Willow didn’t give him an explanation as to what it was, not a real one anyway. Just a brief overview of what it was given by the young sailor was significantly better than what he had been given. He did find it strange that she had yet to meet Willow though, from what he knew of the paper mage, his people were more important than anything else to him, Jett simply assumed he would know each and every member of his nation by first name. Giving it more thought, perhaps this was a little much and Jett was simply overestimating his friend. As for Windy being formal, she didn’t see it that way, though he explanation for her actions was exactly what the vice-captain considered being formal. ”Well, I won’t accept disrespect, not to myself or others of this base and the Order as a whole. Guess what I’m trying to say is, there is no need to hold back around me, speaking your mind, no matter how brutally honest it is, is probably the greatest respect you could pay someone.”
A half smile grew on Jett’s face as the girl began to embarrassedly explain her actions of climbing the wall, fighting back from letting a laugh escape the confines of his lips. From everything she had said, it was obvious that she had truly lived her entire life at sea, it was a completely foreign concept to Jett who had grew up in a land-locked city and only went to sea for the first time just a few months ago. Her comments on enemies tiring out by climbing a wall made sense in principle but not in actuality, magic giving people the ability of flight was far from uncommon but he would keep that little bit of information to himself, at least for now, to save her blushes. ”I can’t say I can really understand your problems with being on land but it did take me a couple of trips at sea to get used to the effects of the stronger waves of the ocean. I could probably theorise of things you’ll need to get used to but I think it would be better for you to figure it out for yourself.” Coming to a natural break in the conversation, Jett looked back to where he had came from and then back to the new recruit. ”Come one, grab your things, I’ll show you to your new living quarters. After that, I can give you a tour of the base, if your interested that is.” Turning, Jett walked towards the main building of the base calling upon Matilda as he did. ”Matilda, come on. My mom won’t be best pleased with me if I left you up here alone.” Turning, the diminutive girl had finished her snack, holding Adan to her chest once more. Adan himself had a face like thunder on him due to the scenario he found himself in but Jett knew he liked it, having more than enough power to free himself from the hold of the girl.
With the soft velvet carpet under their feet once more, the soft thuds of their boots didn’t echo through the halls of the base, the trio walking along side each other. ”Why is the idiot still with you?” Closing his eyes in slight embarrassment, Jett turned to Windy, apologising before addressing Matilda. ”Sorry, she doesn’t really have any manners. She is a magic knight, I’m, showing her where she’ll be staying.” Leaning back to peer at Windy past Jett, Matilda pursed her lips and stood straight once more. ”She’ll definitely die.” Jett’s shoulders dropped, shaking his head in defeat, the pessimistic attitude of the young girl was something he was still getting used to but he had no real idea how to stop her after hearing her tragic upbringing until this point. Ignoring her comments and given they had arrived, Jett opened the door on a small room that housed a single bed, desk and chair. Upon the desk laid many reams of paper alongside ink and quill, the bed was bare but sheets, quilt and pillow sat at it’s foot ready to be made by it’s new occupant. ”It isn’t much but it’s yours. If you are successful here, you’ll find yourself moving rooms quite often, the higher your rank, the bigger your room. Not ideal but probably the most fair way to assign the larger rooms of the base.”
Post by Windy Bane of New Haven on May 4, 2019 11:25:55 GMT -5
Windy nodded slowly at the explanation of what her behavior was expected to be. Don't hold back but don't be disrespectful. It almost sounded like galley rules. You can always tell the cookie that the gruel was the most disgusting vile you had ever shoveled in your mouth as long as it was the truth. If all it needed was pepper though, you merely had to raise a hand and anyone else who was eating knew what it needed and would toss you some. He then explained a bit about having to figure out land based problems on her own as land based people didn't need to adjust to being on land. She grabbed her burlap sac and followed when instructed. She wondered who her bunk mates were going to be.
Seeing his daughter respond to the name Matilda, she guessed that was her name. A bit odd. Jett was a name she was accustomed to. Her first kiss was Jett on the anchor team. When the three of them arrived inside, Windy was once again unsteady. The soft carpet, while not a obstical to her balance, muffled the sounds of her footsteps, subconciously causing her to press each step down harder. At least for a few seconds, until she realized that it was thick fabric that was quieting them. It was at this point she looked around for a safe hard surface. You would never walk on fabric back on the ship. Fabric was either clothing, blankets, or the sails. Trying to get over her discomfort, she missed the part of her being called an idiot again and the explanation. However her ears did perk when Matilda stated that she would definitely die. Windy turned to the girl with the widest smile she had possible. It was almost like she was called the best looking girl on the planet. "Thank you so much. I just hope it will be a good death. And I hope the same for you. I mean I would love to become an Elderly Soul. But those are so rare. I can hope to be a Fallen Soul. But I would rather be Lost than Forsaken." She was positively giddy thinking about the options of her death. Just before she could continue, her face brought up the realization look. "Oh right....Flowers don't see death as favorable...was...that supposed to be an insult?"
Before she could get an answer, she was shown to her room. It looked pretty clean. She even let out a whistle looking in around the door frame. The big box thing took up one whole corner. So did the desk. She knew what that was from checking in at ports. And apparently as she moved up the ranks she would move to bigger rooms. "Timbers and sails. That sounds great. So who are the other seven sharing this quarters? I take it the two most senior get the covered crates, but do they like stake a permanent claim on the corners, or is it rotational?"
Windy didn’t really seem to get the pessimistic attitude of Matilda and, in truth, neither did Jett. The girl had experienced more heartache in her short-life time than Jett had in his, so he was in no position to judge how she should act, but rather, support her as best he could in the meantime. While Windy didn’t understand the young aroma mage, the same could be said about the opposite, the lavender haired girl tilting her head and skewing her mouth in confusion as the to the New Haven girl’s views on death. Again, it wasn’t something Jett could understand but one he’d come to know through his many interactions with Willow over the years, death was death, it ended it all but when you believe in an afterlife like they did, it would obviously give death more meaning. Once the penny final dropped with Windy, Jett jumped in, playing mediator as best he could. ”Just, ignore her. Matilda’s outlook on life is rather dark to say the least.” Looking to the younger girl, Jett was surprised to see that she didn’t seem bothered at his comments about her. ”And Windy here is part of a unique nation of people who believe there is meaning in death and great honour in it too.” Looking to Wendy, Jett wanted to make sure he didn’t butcher their beliefs too much. ”I believe I got that right in a round about way?” While that comment would normally be a statement, the high pitch of how he ended it indicated it was more of a question.
From what the vice-captain could tell, the new recruit was happy with her quarters but seemed confused about it being hers, and solely hers. While Jett wasn’t too disappointed with such a boxed room back when he first joined, he was used to a similar sized room, but he still thought it was a little on the small side for one person to live. So the fact that she though that she would be sharing this room, and with seven other people no less, it gave Jett a surprising insight into just what kind of life she had led up until this point. Shaking his head in reply to her, Jett explained. ”Nothing like that, no rotating needed. This room is yours and yours alone. This castle is several times larger than the ships you would’ve sailed on and we probably have roughly the same number of people inside, the least we can do is let everyone have their own living quarters.” Jett watched intently to her reaction, while he believed she should be happy about this detail, it was hard to tell given she had grown up in such confined spaces with so many people, perhaps she found comfort being so cooped up.
Post by Windy Bane of New Haven on May 13, 2019 1:03:45 GMT -5
Windy heard about Matilda’s heartache over death and she had a new bit of insight about the girl. Maybe she could help her with whatever she suffers from over death. But now would not be the time. Instead a great blow was coming towards her. The side tuft of hair fell limp, devoid of any motion that even came with a hallway breeze. Her eyes seemed to glaze over as she was locked in place. In fact it looked as if she would fall over if the slightest breeze had come through the corridor. Her brain just couldn’t grasp hold of the concept of ownership of a space. And this was now her room. Hers. Only hers. No one else. No one to walk in on her. No one to knock over her bag. No one to grab her fresh clean shirt when they didn’t have one because they skipped laundry day. Her room. The concept was just too foreign. And this was the Flower Military Might? This sounded completely redicu...that explains it all.
She snapped to and picked up her bag. “Nice try there. You almost had me there. My room.” She let out a breath of relief and a bit of laughter. “Yeah right. I know Greenhorn hazing when I see it.” She turned to head back down the stairs, but stopped when she noticed the little tuft of hair waving back towards the room. Her eyes lit up a new and she stared at it a bit more. “Wait you aren’t dragging my anchor? This is really a room I can stay in by myself?” She dropped her bag and jumped up and down in joy.In doing so she spun around and nearly danced. “Oh XO! I feel like a Captain. I get four walls and a door!” There may have been a squeal but if there was it was too high pitched for human ears. She immediately grabbed her bag by the handle and tossed it inside with all the vigor and energy of ‘I don’t have to carry this anymore.’ She then happily closed the door, stood there for a moment and just soaked the feeling in. Her own door to close and open. Her hand wanted to push it open again just to close it, but she didn’t want to waste the feeling. Take it all in stride Windy.