The Price of Peace (Completed)

[Farrelei]

((If Macca doesn't post after we've gone back to school, his charactyers are officially becoming NPCs))

[Frostaway]

((Good. Recko can finally die.))

[Farrelei]

((We won't kill him straight away, that would just be lame. He can be shot in the face by Burtuak or something, and then Malisa can kill Burtuak with her demonic powahs, or whatever you have planned.
But you can't kill Bowen, it would just make Eleanore kill herself or something. Bowen has to live.
As for Severon, I dunno.

EDIT:[/u] By the way, the SFTS Wikia is up and running now. I've started it off by making multiple pages, such as pages about the Palace, Siberius, Crillic, Eleanore, the Empire, Dawn Tea, etc.
I've only done tiny bits of info to these, and want you guys to elaborate on your own characters, etc.
Yes, ideas that have not actually entered the roleplays yet exist on the site. You can add your own as well.
Changes include names (Pyre is changed to Pyr, I'd like to keep this as well since Pyre is actually a word that has nothing to do with the element >_>), etc., but these are all part of the process to perfection.
I hope you enjoy it and add to it! =D))

[Farrelei]

((Macca is no longer a part of The Price of Peace.
His characters Recko and Severon will become NPCs controllable by anybody (but you cannot kill them unless you send a PM to me first requesting permission, since they are important to the story).
Bowen will become shared between Farrelei and Frost.))

Bowen lay on the bed. He was awake, but he was still tired, and his mind was elsewhere.
Eleanore...
He thought he may have slept for a few hours, but that's all...
His mind was restless with everything that had been going on, but it just kept flicking back to his proposal.
What went wrong...?
Is she still thinking about it...?
I'm... Such an idiot.

There was a tapping at the door, "Come in"
Eleanore expected maidservants to enter and help her with her clothing, but instead a male priest entered, bowing politely as he did, "Most High and Honourable Empress, the head father of our Auder has invited you to meet him in the hall for a morning meal."
Eleanore blinked, then smiled, "Ahh. I'm not quite in my best clothing, priest..."
"Of course. The meal is in exactly one hour's time. I was also asked to retrieve some of your maids..."
Eleanore blinked again, "Well he though of everything didn't he?"
The priest bowed once more and spoke with his head lowered, "Please pardon my haste, but I have to deliver messages to other guests as well."
Eleanore really hated formalities, "That's fine. Please make sure all our guests are invited, including the one under surveillance."
The priest stood upright once more, "...If you so wish, Empress."
As he turned and left, exactly ten of Eleanore's own maidservants entered the room armed with festive garments.
Eleanore sighed.

Savannah's room was dark and cold, save for the candles that she already had to relight with the flaresticks several times.
The door wasn't as secure as the one back in the Palace, but she still couldn't see out it and it was locked. Besides, she knew there were guards on the other side anyway.
She hadn't slept at all that night.
Rine was a Demon.
She wasn't sure if he'd done anything wrong, but their suspicions were now confirmed. Even if she did want to save him, it would only be suicide.
She kept remembering his eyes that night, that terrified anf frightened her. He seemed intent on revenge rather than herself, and his leave of the Palace, clad in dark wings...
She had never even dreamed of anything like that before. It wasn't the Rine she thought she knew, in fact...
She never knew him. It was as though she felt like her senses had been tampered with, possibly by him. And the strange feeling when she first met him, her birthmark disappearing and the same phenomena upon meeting with Siberius.
She didn't know for sure, but she wondered if maybe he was controlling her... If he was planning to use her.
She felt sick inside.
She didn't even know if Siberius could be trusted. He seemed real, and something told her that she did once know him... But maybe he was too late. he never came when she called for someone... And he stole Link from her.

Everything flooded through her mind.
The door opened, and she shifted quickly before sitting up.
"Good morning," said the priest, smiling, "The Empress has asked me to be a part of our father's morning meal. You will be dining with the most finest of guests, including the Honourable Empress Harvery herself, Lord Bowen, and Sir Feyanrer along with our most gracious father McKenzie."
It all seemed well-rehearsed.
Savannah was still immensly tired, "...Will Siberius be there?"
"Yes, Sir Siberius Feyanrer, as I mentioned."
Sir?
Savannah nodded, "Thank you..."
The priest smiled and nodded, "I will come for you in exactly half an hour's time to find you a seat at the feast. Until then."
The door closed, and Savannah was alone once again.

((Siberius will be called in, as will everyone else in the chapel.
They call Siberius 'Sir' due to his previous position within the Empire. 'Lord' is given to those with current high-status and is used by citizens outside the palace))

[Frost]

Montecore raised his head, his ear flicked, his eyes were staring at the door.
Siberius always had admired Montecore's hearing capabilities, it always had helped him in past times.

Before a knock was heard, Siberius opened the door, a startled man obviously about to knock looked up to him.
"S-sir," The man spluttered,
"Yes?" Siberius answered quickly,
"You're invited to a glorious morning breakfast held by Father McKenzie, in half an hour, in the Chapel, only the finest of guests are permitted to join us, will you?"

"Is Savannah coming?" Siberius asked,
"You mean the girl downstairs? Yes. She is," He replied,
Siberius nodded, then closed the door without another word.

[Farrelei]

Something had been troubling Kyou since that night.
He awoke to feel a throbbing pain in his head, and he felt as though the myst flowed unevenly around him.
After the previous Sire died, Kyou was named Sire and head of the Organisation due to his great sensitivity towards the myst, and the ability to feel and manipulate the aura around him also.
His acute phoenomenal senses made him a prodigy among his kind, and he was given the place by the elders of the Organisation, above the next prodigy Vivian, whom the other members highly suspected of getting the position.
Kyou knew Vivian wasn't particularly pleased about losing this position to a child, but he was glad that Vivian took it well and was still one of the best members of the Organisation itself.
He exited his room and made his way down the hallway and into the small meal hall.
He stared at the other members as he entered, most of whom were crowded around a corner of the room.
"S-Sire! Something's happened at the Palace!"
"I thought so."

Time passed slowly, but the time eventually came.
Guests were escorted in groups or inidividually depending on status into the priest's food hall.
Savannah was glad to be able to leave the room, feeling fresh as she escaped it and it's dirty, smokey atmosphere.
Bowen wasn't feeling particularly enthralled with the idea, but was hungry nontheless, and followed the escort down the staircases and corridors leading to the ministerial complex, and then down the the priest's leisure areas, until finally they arrived at the food hall.

Escorts arrived in Eleanore's room, and she was glad to have the opportunity to leave.
"Honourable Empress, if you'd please wait until we have escorted the rest of the guests. Your safety is our top priority."

[Frost]

Siberius and Montecore joined Savannah and a few others moving slowly down the corridor led by one or two officials, Montecore butted through a couple of people before getting to Savannah, Siberius following quickly.

"...Good Morning," Siberius said to her, finding it difficult to keep eye contact with her,
Ugh, Come on Siberius, if you're not going to try and get back together, then I will, Montecore thought.

Montecore (purposely) sped forward, knocking a few people down and continuing his run down the hall, one of the knocked people just happened to be Savannah.
Siberius gasped and rushed forward, "Are you alright?" He asked, quite annoyed at Montecore's intrusion into the matter, Siberius outstretched his arm, and held out his hand, only being polite, that is, he knew what her reaction was going to be regardless.

[Farrelei]

Savannah stared back at Link, surprised.
"...He never acted that way with me," she muttured subconsciously, before taking the hand that offered her up.
She didn't notice it was Siberius until she regained her posture, "...Oh. Good morning."
With that she rejoined the flow of the escorts towards the hall.
Damnit, why does he have to make a scene?
She was slightly annoyed, but glad that she was able to see him again at the same time.

After everyone had filed in and been given their seats, Eleanore herself was finally able to leave her room and was excorted down by numerous guards and priests.
As she entered the room, all it's inhabitants stood and bowen as she walked past.
Ugh. Formalities.
Her seat was, as expected, at the very head of the largest table. to her right was Bowen, staring politely as she walked stood behind her chair, and to her left was McKenzie.
He spoke in his frail, old voice to another priest next to him, who announced that it was time for the meal to commence.
Eleanore sat, and everyone else followed.

Bowen smiled and acknowledged Eleanore with a nod.
Eleanore smiled back and looked around. Beyond McKenzie and Bowen was Jeral, and opposite Jeral was High Officer Renn, whom Eleanore had worked with several times in the past.
They all acknowledged her presence formally.
She spoke, "Was Siberius invited?"
McKenzie nodded, "He's down there."
"Oh. I was hoping to speak with him this morning..."
McKenzie smiled, "It's okay, my dear. Let's just enjoy the meal for now."

Hastily the entrees were presented, with the higher-ups getting first choice over the delicious choices.
Eleanore wondered where they'd gotten such supplies from, and then hoped it wasn't coming out of the Imperial Trust.
"For you, most Honourable Empress..."
A silver dish was placed in front of Eleanore. On it was an assortment of meats, with a side of grapes.
Just as she opened her mouth, another priest came along and placed three lemons to the side of her plate, squeezing some over the meats as he did.
Eleanore smiled.

[Frost]

Siberius was seated opposite Savannah, he was in about the middle of the long, stretched table, shiny tableware was places along the tables elegantly, his plate didn't have a smudge nor a scratch on it, which puzzled Siberius as to how they had these at this present time.

Suddenly, the clouds rumbled, and outside of the windows it was clear that Central had been dowsed with torrential rain, quite quickly too.

Montecore sat away from the table, he lay on a lounge chair, even though it was difficult to see, he had a large grin spread across his face as he was offered slabs of meat on silver plates.

Siberius was offered some crumbed fish, which he disdainfully refused to eat, he hated fish, and it was quite peculiar that someone would eat such a thing in the morning, instead, another meal was brought out, bread, fruit and a few fried eggs lay on this one.

[Farrelei]

Kyou's bodyguard and mentor, Jannet, passed him his umbrella before he left, "It's been raining quite heavily, Sire."
"Give my thanks to Ferticious."
"You're going alone?"
Kyou nodded, "Yeah. I'll be fine."
He left the building from the ground floor, and set off on his usual daily stroll.
Some things felt different around him. He headed for the palace, when immediately he noticd an unusual crowd of people building up.
His dreads were confirmed when he hit a huge pack of people outside the Palace Square, guards cornering off half of the square with the Palace behind it.
"Oh dear, what have we here?"

Wading his way to the front of the throng, he stepped up to a guard, "May I please pass?"
"No citizens are allowed entry unless they have a license to do so."
"I'm with Empress Harvery."
The guard's eyes widened, "Excuse me? Where's your license?"
"I don't have one. If you let me through I'm sure she'll recognise me, though, officer."
The guard was suspicious. He called over another guard, who in turn called someone else to do something entirely different.
"You may pass," the guard allowed.
Rine shook his head, "Not after that demonstration. I'll wait until the higher-ups arrive."
The guard was baffled.
"You did request backup and a higher official, no?"
The guard swallowed and nodded, "A-Alright, you can wait there..."
Soon enough, several figures began crossing the square, much the the crowd's excitement.
Someone started yelling about lords and viziers, and Rine thought he knew who he was dealing with.
The important-looking man was talking with other men for some time before approaching the gates, to even greater excitement from the crowds. Everyone quietened as he began speaking with Rine, "Your purpose, citizen?"
Everyone turned to Rine, which he felt was very unbecoming of him being the Sire of the Organisation.
If only they knew.
"I already said I'm here to talk with my friend, Empress Harvery. I wasn't aware I needed a license for that."
"I've never seen you before, child."
"Perhaps that is so. But I've never seen you, either, adult, and apparantly I should have."
Murmurs floated in the air for a moment or two.
"I'm afraid I can't let you pass today, boy," Safroth told Kyou, dismissing him as a stupid child.
"Now you're just making the public more curious as to what tore up the Palace."
Gossip suddenly exploded from the throng, and Safroth's eyes widened.
Kyou stepped up to him, standing eye to eye with him at the security checkpoint.
Safroth frowned, "You shouldn't spread petty rumours."
"You should let me speak to Eleanore."
Safroth grew enraged inside, "How dare you call her that!?"
"I told you, I know her like a friend," Kyou lied.
Safroth was growing more and more tired of this boy, "And why should I believe you!?"
Kyou smiled, whispering, "Because I know an awful lot about demons and how they work. I know what happened here last night, and I know how to prevent it from happening again, Vizier."
Safroth was suddenly sent into alarm, "I'll arrest you right here and now if you say anything like that again, understand me? If you're so informed you'd know that our Honourable Empress is somewhere else right now. She is in a secure loca-"
"Is that small chapel really secure enough for an Empress?"
Safroth placed his hand on his gun, but suddenly he retreated. It's touch suddenly reminded him of Malisa.
Kyou suddenly frowned, "What's with the hesitation? Don't want to kill a citizen? I thought the viziers were both adept at slaughtering people in the past, correct?"
Safroth snapped, "Shut up, you little brat. I don't know who your Daddy is but he better shut his damn mouth also."
"My father wants nothing to do with me anymore."
"I wouldn't wonder why."
"All I'm saying is, both your palace and Eleanore are in sever danger, Vizier. The enemy knows more than we do. And I'm but a simple ally."

With that, Kyou jumped down and began running...
Back through the throngs with people following him, but he outran them.
Idiots.
He stopped at the chapel and stared at it.
"So the Empress really is in here? I wondered what that strange feeling the myst held was. Someone must be with her... Is it the other vizier?
Perhaps... They are the next to be chosen?"
Raindrops began to fall, and Kyou looked upward.
"That Vizier... Could he have been the one to kill Malisa? I heard it was a vizier or something similar... Hmm..."
The rain intensified.
"Maybe next time..."

[Frost]

"Vivian...This is rash!" Shelrair whispered angrily to Vivian as they passed through alleyway after alleyway, the rain soaking them wet, Vivian ignored her and continued his stealth-like stride, Shelrair staggering back and fourth, growing more and more annoyed at Vivian's ignorance.

Vivian quickly dived into a corner, Shelrair sneaking up behind him as a platoon of soldiers marched across the road, only inches away from the pair.

"...I have a meeting with the Organisation," Vivian whispered,
Shelrair gasped quietly, the mere speaking of the word sent goosebumps up her spine,
"You dare speak of them," Shelrair whispered evilly, her lips almost touching his ear.

"Being Master of the Descendants has it's added bonuses, Shelrair, this meeting...It's a truce treaty," Vivian spoke quietly,
"...And you're going to accept it? We practically run this Empire now, everything has gone according to plan, and you're going to accept to ally with someone? Now this is rash..."

"No...We are a powerful Organisation, but our numbers aren't enough to win this War with Immestrial, we have the plan, but we cannot last long enough to perform the necessary requirements of the demons, with them on our side as well, our plan will be bulletproof," Vivian spat,
Shelrair's eyes squinted, the rage inside of her was untraceable, how dare he backstab her?

"They will be pawns in this plan, we will dispose of them when The World is created," Vivian finished.

Shelrair, regardless of the treason involved, continued to go with Vivian to the meeting

[Farrelei]

Kyou noticed ever-distant conversation as he neared the headquarters of the Organisation.
Unexpectedly, he noticed Vivian and another woman heading down the same street.
I don't think I've seen her before...
Kyou hurried his pace, attempting to catch up to them, "Vivian?"

They ate and talked for quite some time.
Eventually, McKenzie raised a point that caught Eleanore's attention, "It seems more and more of Immestrial are becoming hostile toward Central."
Eleanore put down her fork, "What do you mean, father?"
The father smiled his ugly smile, "Well, as Central takes more, the rest of Immestrial slowly becomes less visible. It's as though rather than attempting a full-scale rebellion, they are seeking to silently break away from Immestrial."
"But... Hasn't the situation changed now? We've been trying to repair the damage caused by... Sei."
"Ah, yes, but in time they have come to realise that most of the damage is irrepairable. Furthermore, nothing you can do can win back the trust or the atmosphere of freedom that was so violently stolen away from these people, not all that long ago.
They still remember their warm homes and their carefree lifestyles before the rise of the Empire."
"...How can we make them believe us?"
McKenzie laughed, "Dear child, It isn't that simple."
Bowen listened hard, "Can't we simply send an offering? Perhaps some of our Imperial allies are nontrusting of their consul?"
Jeral shook his head, "A problem results there, in that we have not heard from many of these locations for an extended period of time. Some believe consuls have been attacked in some places."
Eleanore raised an eyebrow, "Didn't we investigate those incidents?"
Jeral blinked for a moment, then shook his head, "That isn't my department."
"I knew of no such 'investigations'," Bowen spoke, sipping some of his wine,
Eleanore sighed, "I've let that issue slip my mind, it seems..."
"Our main priority is Central Immestrial. If she falls, so the rest of the Empire will be in turmoil. Central is the most powerful nation in the world, and as the head of the Empire, it should be well-protected and looked-after. She must be beautiful and strong, and perhaps one day Central will be the capital of the known world," Jeral thought,
"These foreseen creatures that roam the skies and our lands are prophecies," came McKenzie's voice, darker than usual, "They have come just as we have been so warned... Perhaps a great evil will approach us... But we must all hold faith, for our Messiah surely shall bring forth destruction to our enemies, and deliver us from the hands of our own twisted Fate."
Everyone was silent for a moment.
Eleanore poked at her ox testicles, "Central can't be the capital of the world... Nor is it right for it to drain the rest of the Empire like some kind of spoilt child. This is what I wanted to change when I came into power."
"But, with all respect, dear Empress, Central is in terrible condition right now-"
"Which is why I must appoint I new leader of Central as soon as possible."
They were silent once more.
"The Fuhrer is but a figurehead of the army," Mckenzie began,
"Not the Fuhrer. A King," Eleanore argued,
"You still believe that will work?" McKenzie laughed,
"Central needs a ruler, just as the restof Immestrial have theirs. Central may be beautiful, and so I wish it to prosper. But we can't kill off other nations with our weak acts of vandalism and robbery, and then claim to be the head of all these nations as well.
Central needs a King... A King to watch over it when the Imperial Head cannot."
Bowen looked up from his meal, "What do you mean!?"
"I... I'm going to show the Empire what the future needs. I... I'm going to go out there and tell them. For centuries the Empire has been a shadowy overlord, but we cannot let this continue! We need to all strive forward if we want to keep the peace!"
"Peace can never last in our days," McKenzie spat.
Eleanore closed her eyes, "Thank you for the meal, father. It was wonderful."
With that, Eleanore, stood, and all conversation in the hall ceased and all eyes turned to the Empress as she began heading out of the room.
High Officer Renn quickly tidied his mouth with the handkerchief and sat up abruptly, rushing to her side.
Bowen took one last swig of the glass and stood to follow behind.
Jeral shrugged, "What a drama."

[Frost]

Siberius watched them shuffle out of the room, then continued his meal, he'd been hungry for quite some time and he hadn't had much time to eat anything yesterday either, he looked over to Montecore, who was happily munching on some meat, then he looked over to Savannah, who was flicking the peas on her plate with her fork slowly, as if bored of the rest of the meal already.


"Ah, Kyou! Just the person I was wanting to see, I believe you haven't met Shelrair, she's a good friend of mine," Vivian told him,
Shelrair put on a fake smile and blew a kiss to greet him,
"It is a very fine pleasure to meet you, Kyou," She told him.

[Farrelei]

Kyou felt odd being addressed this way, and he frowned slightly before speaking, "It's nice to meet you as well, Shelrair. What was it you wished to speak to me about, Vivian? Is it about this woman?"
He felt nothing in particular from Shelrair spiritually, so it was odd for Vivian to be walking her in the direction of the Organisation.
The rain continued to patter down.

Suddenly, Eleanore was bombarded with guards. She began to feel the fatigue of last night creep in or her once more, "Everyone please... I need my rest."
Bowen sighed, "Are you okay, Eleanore?"
Eleanore swung around, "I... Just need some rest. That's all."
She turned around and began to head off once more.
"...Don't forget..." he muttured, but she was already away.
"Damn... It. Why does this shit have to happen just when I get my bearings up?"

[Frost]

Vivian laughed,
"No no no, Kyou, she is just an acquaintance of mine, she just wanted to tag along for some reason, the matters at hand are far more serious, but shall we explain ourselves somewhere inside?"

Shelrair's welcoming face turned into a displeased one,
Just...an acquaintance!? Oooh, Vivian, you're pushing me,Shelrair thought angrily, but the expression on her face would tell that she was thinking just that.