forum Kingdoms of Shōrai (Open)

Started September 15, 2021 by @RiverTheSeawing

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Next week was the annual kingdom meeting, a time that was often dreaded by the kin of kings and queens. This year, they had a very dire problem to discuss, which loomed over many-a-head.

Coral sat on her bed, contemplating whether or not to attend the upcoming kingdom meetings. "Why do I have to be old enough this year," she asked herself, "of any?!" She fell off as she heard a knock on her door. "Have you decided whether or not to come?" She immediately recognized the voice of her father, the king. "I might as well," she sighed, "I suppose it'll be nice."

(i dont want to case any trouble)

(I wouldn’t mind the near-complete disregard for the prompt if maybe your spelling and grammar were correct- like, everyone else made intricate characters to fit River’s design of the RP and then we’ve got a character whose entire personality is “TranceGender/Bisexual/Asexual/art/draws/have vailes=paint)/Broomy/i like skittels”
I’ll refrain from picking apart every error, but please, please at least use spell check)

Necrolai sat in her study, reading a book. Technically it wasn't her study, but no one else used it so it may as well be. She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear as she read. Necrolai wasn't an avid reader, but it was times like this that she desired to escape the royal world for a few moments. A meeting would commence in a weeks time, one that she didn't necessarily dread, but nonetheless didn't look forward to. Her tutor insisted she go, and how she despised the old prick and would love to stay in the kingdom just to annoy him. If only she wasn't intrigued so much. See, no one seemed to know what the meeting was about, only that it was of dire importance. The King himself knew, of course, but had neglected to tell her. So, she was curious. Curiosity may have killed the cat, but Necrolai knew cats had nine lives. She couldn't help but wonder how many she would need to spend until she was satisfied.

Arkturus sat at his desk, his room smelling strongly of incense in an attempt to calm his nerves. He never looked forward to these meetings, but he knew they were necessary for the peace of the kingdoms; this year especially. The soft hissing of teal smoke escaping the lenses of his mask nearly covered the sound of his pen scratching against the yellowed paper he was writing on. He finished the letter, sealing it and sliding it into a drawer. His advisor had recommended that whenever he became stressed or overwhelmed, he should write about it. So he did.
He got up, deciding to check on Necrolai. He began to make his way to the old study that she had claimed as her own. He didn’t mind this; he wasn’t going to use the place anyway.
Arkturus knocked on the door, before opening it slowly.
“You almost ready, kid?”

Ahlura gently hummed as she meditated. The hollow tone of her humming echoed through the vast crystalline chamber, and her fellow monks joined in until the room vibrated with their song.

For a long while, they meditated. As dusk fell, Ahlura’s lingering unease finally subsided. Something nagged at her in the back of her mind, but she knew not what it was. This concerned her.

As she pondered what this troubling thing could be, she couldn’t help thinking of the upcoming meeting. She was not fond of these meetings, but knew they were necessary. The feeling returned.

Something was going to happen. This next meeting held the air of an omen, even of catastrophe. Ahlura didn’t like it one bit. She knew trouble was coming, but how?

She stood and headed for her chambers in the top of the palace, moving with purpose. When she arrived, she noted down her thoughts and questions, then moved out onto the balcony. She saw her glorious work before her, the grand forests of crystal stretching to the horizons, but she worried that something would come to tear them down. Why?

Necrolai lifted her head to look at the door. "Yeah! Let me mark my page." Putting the book away, she gathered her things and opened the door, smiling at Arkturus on the other side. "How do I look?" She asked, smiling brightly.

“You look like you, which is exactly how you need to look, kid.”
Arkturus wasn’t very good at complements, but he tried.

Necrolai laughed, used to this type of answer. "Perfect." She stepped out of the study, closing the door behind her. "So, can you tell me what this is about? Or are we still keeping secrets?" Necrolai joked lightly, smoothing her black satin skirt down and readjusting the dark green corset she was wearing.

He chuckled, which caused some extra smoke to flow from the lenses of his mask. “Sorry, sorry, I’m not exactly supposed to tell you…. It’s the annual meeting, just to keep everything peaceful. We’ve just got an…. issue on our hands this year.”

Necrolai's eyes sparkled. "How intriguing. Well, I suppose I'll have to be patient and wait, hmm?" She sighed. "Oh, but that's never fun. Maybe there's something I can crash. Break the young royals out of the daycare their inevitably going to be stuck in?" She groaned. "Please tell me I'm actually going to be apart of this meeting and not delegated to the kiddie table. I'm almost an adult!"

Arkturus nodded. “If I have a say in it, you’ll be with us, but I can’t argue with the others. You know that.”

walks in the forest :

Necrolai sighed, exaggerating the sound. "Yes, I do, I suppose. Well, should we be on our way then?"

after a hour of walking and running he decide to sit by a tree and rest

Coral arrived at the meeting with her father, King Trench, she winced a little as she felt a familiar cold breeze. "This is the place," she spoke with her father as they grabbed seats, "huh?" She had an odd feeling something hadn't quite been right.