Fortunately it was only the wind in the branches. However, you feel the need to get out of this forest... right now! You begin to run, blindly darting between trees and leaping over undergrowth. Footsteps seem to echo all around you, and you get the feeling that there is someone-or something-running with you.
Suddenly, you see light ahead. Desperately, you put on an extra burst of speed and hurtle towards the end of the forest. Out in the light you will be safe. Just a few more yards... feet... you're almost there!
A massive shadow blocks the light. You skid to a stop just inches away from freedom. Gulping, you look up at the creature in your way.
A rather large Woodland Aisha is looking down at you with narrowed eyes. He is as thick as an oak and about half as tall. Your eyes glance for a way around the beast, but find none.
Why are you trespassing in the forests of Pomaloth? he booms, glaring at you.
You stutter out a quick explanation of how you are lost. The Aisha's glare doesn't waver.
I'm going to have to take you to Prince Issuhn, and he will decide your fate.
You nod, wondering bleakly who this Prince is, and if he's merciful. The Aisha begins to walk and you follow dutifully. As you exit the forest, other Woodland pets seem to appear out of nowhere. You realize that they were there the whole time, perfectly camouflaged with the forest. An Ixi and an Acara flank you, making sure you don't try to escape. Though they are serious when you look to them, you can see their sympathetic glances out of the corners of your eyes.
The path you walk along is edged by forest with the occasional break for farmland. After what seems like ages, you finally enter a large village. The houses range from simple wooden huts to nice one- or two-story buildings. Pets outside look up from their work to watch curiously as you walk by.
A palace at the far end of the town appears to be your destination. When you reach the gates they swing open, revealing beautiful grounds with a winding cobblestone path leading to the main entrance. You gawk as you approach the doors. Even Altador's beauty can't compare to this.
You walk through the huge doors into a long hallway. At the end is a regal throne, which is typical set up for a palace. What is not typical is the being on the throne.
A young Royalboy Zafara is sprawled out on the chair, his head hanging back over the arm rest. He throws a ball in the air, watches its journey, and then catches it in his open palm. When the Aisha grumbles, the Zafara looks up and the ball bounces to the ground. Immediately a Shadow Ruki skitters out of the shadows and offers the ball back to who must be Prince Issuhn.
Admiral Keladar? Who have you brought into the-my palace? the Prince asks, obviously attempting to sound official but failing miserably. His voice is that of a boy, though you can see in his eyes that he has experienced much more than others his age.
I found this one wandering around in the west forest, the Aisha, who you assume is Keladar, announces. His voice echoes throughout the hall, making him sound twice as loud. I believe them to be one with intentions of invading Pomaloth.
You stare at Keladar in shock. Invading?!
Hold on a minute, Keladar, I think you may be overreacting. Why don't we hear what our 'trespasser' has to say?
With a start you realize the Prince is waiting for you to speak. You once again explain how you became lost, then stress that all you want is to go home, all the while watching for the Prince's reaction. You're relieved to see the Prince smile.
I assumed as much. Very well then. Keladar, you are dismissed to return to your post. I will see to the matters of our guest.
Keladar opens his mouth to protest, but Issuhn cuts him off.
I said you are dismissed, Admiral.
With a disgruntled bow, Keladar and the other guards exit the hall, leaving you alone with the Prince.
We never can see eye to eye... Issuhn sighs, shaking his head. Then, turning to you, I'm terribly sorry about that. Keladar has always been disagreeable, and it only got worse when I left him out of the journey. Now, you mush be wondering your fate. I wouldn't expect you to travel home in the dark, so you may stay here in my palace until morning. When you are ready tomorrow, I shall send an escort to accompany you back to the main road.
You thank the Prince, remembering at the last minute to bow. Then, the rest of Issuhn's sentence registers and your curiosity is piqued. You ask about the journey.
A couple of months ago, I was given a prophesy that required me to travel far away from Pomaloth. I chose only one Admiral to accompany me, and Keladar was angry I didn't choose him.
You nod in understanding. It must have been hard for Keladar to be left behind. Then, you ask for the reason of the journey.
The Prince's eyes grow misty as he remembers a time past. There were many reasons, one being due to one very much like yourself stumbling out of the woods.
Now you are very curious. You ask who the other was. Issuhn smiles faintly.
That is the start of a very long story. Are you sure you'd like to hear it?
You nod enthusiastically, always eager to hear an interesting tale. The Prince grins.
Wonderful! I wouldn't want to bore you by just relating the story to you, though; why don't I give you a tour of the palace as I tell it?
You agree, excited to explore the palatial building. The Prince stands and begins to walk, beckoning you forward...
Issuhn's RoomThe Prince takes you to a sparsely furnished yet elegant room. A regal canopy bed graces the center. To one side of it is an intricately carved side table, and to the other a beautifully woven tapestry depicting a lake surrounded by woodland. Across from the bed sits another carved piece of furniture, this one being a dresser. Sunlight filters into the room through a large circular window, tinting everything a golden hue.
The Prince smiles humbly as you admire the room. Here, why don't I start by telling you a bit about myself...
ProfileFull Name: Issuhn
Birthday: January 3rd
✬Training with Baron
✬Spending time with friends
✬Exploring the woods
✬Country music and gatherings
✬The color blue
✬His Coloured Bouncy Ball
✬Speaking in front of crowds
✬The way he's often treated with a mix of admiration and fear
As the Prince finishes talking, you begin to explore the room. You approach the dresser, which is adorned with a framed picture of Issuhn, some trophies, and a leather-bound journal.
ReferenceThis here is the portrait that I send to those interested in creating artwork of me. To be honest, I don't really understand why people are interested in painting a plain Zafara like me...
(Drag and drop into your address bar for full size!)
AwardsThough I'm truly not deserving of such prestigious awards, I am honored to have received them. I'm grateful to all of those who believe me worthy of these trophies!
Journal EntriesOh, that's just my old journal. I used to write in it often as a child. You can read it, if you want, but I warn you that it's not all that exciting!
You look up from reading the journals to find Issuhn waiting at the door.
If you're ready, we can move on to the library. It's there where I'll tell you my story, if you're still interested in hearing it, that is.
LibraryThe Prince leads you into a library grand enough to compare to the best Brightvale has to offer. Shelves upon shelves of books stretch before you, as far as the eye can see. In the center is a scattering of plush armchairs and antique desks. Stained glass windows and thick, decorative rugs complete the ensemble. You can almost feel the knowledge of the room, bound in the books and eager to escape into the black canvas of your mind.
The Prince, in compliance with the hushed feel of the place, whispers in your ear, Don't be shy; choose a book and make yourself comfortable. You can stay and read as long as you like. I'll be going over some scrolls in the next room if you need me. Enjoy!
With that, Issuhn wanders off and leaves you alone in this wondrous place. With so many choices, you don't know where to begin!
-More Books Coming Soon-
You put down the last book and sigh contentedly. Leaving the books behind, you wander off to find Issuhn. He's in a small room, reading a scroll with narrowed eyes. He peers up at you when you enter.
I take it you enjoyed the books? he asks, watching you with one eye as his other scans the scroll. You nod enthusiastically and he smiles. I'm glad. He stands and begins moving towards a tapestry. Upon swishing the tapestry aside, a door is revealed. You listen excitedly as Issuhn begins to speak again.
If you'd like, I can take you into the Archive room. There's a lot of information in there that never made it into the books; are you perhaps interested in taking a peek?
Papa! a young Zafara boy called, running into a small wooden house. He scampered through the door and skidded around the corner, sliding to a stop in the kitchen. What's that wonderful smell?
A large, muscular Blue Zafara turned from the counter. The berry spattered apron he wore did nothing to undermine his strength or masculinity. Though his eyes were kind and his smile wide, it was clear that this was a man not to make angry.
Issuhn, my boy! I was just about to call you, but I see your nose beat me to it. I'm making blueberry pie, the man chuckled, indicating the stove. Issuhn squealed.
My favorite! Can I help, Papa?
Hmm, I'm not so sure, Papa grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. It's a secret recipe.
I won't tell anybody Papa, promise! Issuhn insisted earnestly. Please let me help you!
Papa tilted his head and pretended to ponder the boy's request. Issuhn watched his father hopefully, bouncing on the balls of his feet.
Finally, Papa relented with his teasing. All right, you may help me.
Yay! Thank you Papa!! Issuhn exclaimed, wrapping his small arms around his father's legs. Papa looked down at his son fondly and smiled.
The two got started, with Papa patiently showing Issuhn what to do. Issuhn was a fast and eager learner, doing exactly as his father said. At some point in the baking process, flour began to fly, and soon Papa, Issuhn, and the kitchen were covered in a fine white layer.
They were giggling when a knock on the door was heard. Papa scooped Issuhn up and set him on his shoulders, carrying him to the door. Papa opened the door, and instantly his grin disappeared.
I'm here to speak with the man of the household, a burly Woodland Aisha boomed. He was dressed in the garb of the Prince's court, and though young, was already decorated with various badges and medals. This could be none other than the newly-appointed head of the Pomaloth guard: Admiral Keladar.
You're speaking to him now, Papa responded gruffly. For what purpose are you here?
A Mutant Draik has been sighted on the outskirts of Pomaloth. An old one, by the looks of it, which means he won't be tamed like those we're used to. We must rid the realm of it before it has the chance to harm anyone or anything.
Papa narrowed his eyes. And what does this have to do with me and my family? Papa tightened his grip on Issuhn's legs. The boy looked down at his father, beginning to feel frightened. He had never heard Papa sound so mean.
Keladar scowled. It has everything to do with you and your family, should you want to protect them, he practically spat. You are needed to help fight off this Draik.
I'm no soldier! Papa snarled. I am a blacksmith. I make the weapons so that you and your men can do the protecting for us. Is that not your job?
Now Issuhn was very afraid. What did the big man want? Why was Papa getting so angry?
It is our job, but this is a wild Mutant Draik that we're talking about! We need every man in fighting condition to help. It is your duty as a citizen-
It is my duty as a father to be here for my family, Papa interrupted. He took Issuhn down off his shoulders. The boy clutched his father's legs and hid behind them. Papa placed his hand on Issuhn's head. My son needs his father, and you have no right to deny him that.
No right? Keladar growled. I have every right to protect my realm, and everyone in it. And if temporarily taking you from him is the only way to do it, then it is my right to do just that. By not fighting, it is you who are denying your son protection! Do you want him to fall to the clutches of the Draik? It has happened in the past, and it will surely happen again if we aren't quick to strike!
Issuhn hugged Papa tighter. The big man had mentioned him now! What was going on?
Papa opened his mouth to say something, but then stopped. He looked down at Issuhn, then to Keladar, and then back to Issuhn. The outrage slowly drained from him, to be replaced with resignation.
May I speak to my family first? Papa asked, sounding tired. Keladar nodded, looking pleased with himself.
I will be waiting for you outside.
Papa shut the door slowly. He leaned his head against it, muttering something to himself.
Papa? Issuhn squeaked. Is everything okay?
Papa turned to face Issuhn. Yes, he lied. I just... need to speak with your mother.
Issuhn watched, worried and confused, as Papa entered his bedroom. He skittered to the door and pressed his ear to it, in hopes of overhearing the conversation taking place. But alas, the wooden door was too thick, and Issuhn was unable to hear anything but a whisper of unidentifiable words.
After an unbearable length of time, Papa emerged from the room, closely followed by a dazzling Faerie Zafara. Whereas her counterpart's fur and clothing were rumpled from work and play, the lady of the house was pristine in every way. Her luscious fur was groomed to perfection, her dress smoothed and spotless, and her pearls glittering upon her neck. Only the anxious flutter of her sparkling wings indicated her concern; her facial features remained locked in that of ever-present indifference.
Issuhn looked up at the two uneasily, waiting for one or both to speak. When they both just stared at him, he tentatively spoke.
Papa? Mother? What's wrong? Am I in trouble?
The soft, pleading voice seemed to jar Papa at least out of silence; Mother continued to hold the boy in a withering stare.
Papa knelt down and beckoned to his son. Issuhn crept forward and met his father's eyes. All the happiness that had so recently filled them had dissipated, leaving behind only a sad resignation. It was with a heavy voice that Papa began to explain.
Issuhn, my boy, I... I have to leave soon.
Leave?! But why? Issuhn cried. Papa paused, unsure of how to continue. Finally, he seemed to find the words.
Something bad has come. It... it wants to hurt you and Mother, but I won't let that happen. I have to leave for a bit, to make the bad thing go away, Papa explained, the pain palpable in his voice.
But Papa! Who will tuck me in at night? And read me my bedtime stories? Who'll make blueberry pie, and let me eat the extra blueberries? Issuhn sobbed, for he had begun to cry. He threw himself into his father's arms, wetting the Zafara's rough blue fur with tears.
Your mother will step in for me, Papa assured the boy. Mother looked down at Papa swiftly, her eyes widening in alarm and objection. Papa's face hardened in warning. After a quick but intense staring contest, Mother lowered her gaze.
Of course, she agreed, attempting to sound warm and motherly but failing from lack of experience. Issuhn pulled himself away from Papa to glance dubiously at his mother. Even at so young an age, he was easily able to detect the lack of sincerity in his mother's voice. He turned back to Papa with renewed desperation.
Bu-bu-but Papa, I'll mi-miss you! the boy sniffled, gazing into his father's deep blue eyes. Papa's eyes glistened with tears.
I'll miss you too, my dear Issuhn, more than anything in the world. I promise you, I will do everything in my power to get back to you soon. Issuhn still looked unconvinced, so he added in an attempt at cheer, Your Papa's a tough guy; that bad thing doesn't stand a chance. I bet you I'll be back before the next berry picking season!
Issuhn was not fooled by the false bravado, but he could see that his Papa was trying very hard to make him happy. He managed a weak smile.
Does that mean we'll have lots of blueberry pie when you get back?
Papa nodded vigorously. Every night! he exclaimed, ruffling the fur on Issuhn's head fondly. Issuhn perked up a bit.
Promise? he asked gravely.
I promise you, Issuhn, you will have all the blueberry pie you can eat when I return, Papa responded, placing his hand over his heart to show his sincerity. He silently prayed that he would uphold his word.
Good, Issuhn nodded approvingly. Papa held out his arms, and Issuhn rushed into them. Papa hugged his son tightly, trying to convey all of his love through that one touching gesture. Tears streamed freely down his face, and it took all of his willpower not to break down right there. His son was the light of his life; how could he leave him?
Before he lost it completely, Papa released Issuhn and stood up shakily. Issuhn watched dismally as his father collected a small bag of belongings, including the coloured bouncy ball that he always had with him. It was a treasured source of comfort, a toy that he had clung to through boyhood hardship. Papa looked from the ball to his son, who watched him with large, sad eyes. After a moment's consideration, Papa knelt again and held the ball out to Issuhn. Issuhn tilted his head, confused.
I want you to have it, Issuhn. Papa's voice cracked as he spoke. Issuhn shook his head fiercely.
No, Papa! I can't take it from you. What if you get scared? The care in the young boy's voice was enough to break Papa's heart. He placed the ball in the palm of Issuhn's hand and closed his son's fingers around it.
I won't be scared as long as I know that you have it. You'll take very good care of it, won't you Issuhn?
Of course Papa! I promise, I'll take the best care of it while you're gone! Issuhn promised fervently, clutching it close to his heart.
Papa smiled a ghost of a smile. As long as you have it, I will never truly be gone, he whispered. He kissed his son, his precious son, lightly on the forehead, then stood. He shared a meaningful look with Mother and gave her a quick hug, then turned to the door. He sighed a great sigh, his broad shoulders rising and falling. He opened the door, stepped outside, and closed it quickly.
Issuhn raced to the window pane. Outside, he could see his father approaching Keladar slowly, each step as difficult as if he carried the whole world on his shoulders. Keladar gave Papa a slap on the back, then said something that Issuhn couldn't hear. They began to walk away, towards the forest that would lead them to the edge of the realm.
Papa told himself he wouldn't look back, no, it would be too painful, he wouldn't, couldn't do it...
Papa looked back. Issuhn's tear-stained face was peering out the window, following him as he walked away from everything he had ever loved. He raised his hand in a sort of salute. Issuhn waved back meakly, trying to put on a brave face for the father that he loved with all his heart.
Papa turned away quickly and stifled a sob. Then, his face hardened and he stared ahead resolutely. The time for self-pity was over. After all, there were only six months until berry picking season.
A boy of six stared patiently out the window, keeping unusually still for his age. He pressed his small pink nose to the glass, his attentive eyes scanning the road that ran by the wooden house he resided in. For the most part his eyes travelled evenly from one end of the road to the other, though on occasion they could be found drifting to the forest, the forest into which his beloved Papa had disappeared five months ago.
How the boy, Issuhn as he was called, missed Papa! He wanted more than anything to rush through the woods in pursuit of his father, to bring him back home where he belonged. But he was not a foolish boy; he knew very well that if he were to follow in his father's footsteps he would likely not return with his life. For Papa had gone through the woods to battle a fierce beast, and the battlefield was no place for a young boy.
Papa had tried to protect Issuhn before he left by refusing to name the monster he was to fight. But Issuhn, though still so very young, was already on a quest for knowledge. There was nothing that did not pique the boy's curiosity; from how butterflies fly to why the sky is blue, Issuhn was always asking questions. Before, it was Papa that told Issuhn about wings that push on the air and the scattering of blue light, for Papa was much more knowledgeable than most blacksmiths. Now, though, Issuhn had to rely on his mother, whose patience quickly wore thin from the seemingly endless stream of inquiries.
Mother, what makes wheat grow?
Oh... why does water make wheat grow?
The wheat converts the water into food that helps it grow.
Ooo, I see... but-
That's enough, Issuhn. No more questions.
Despite her brash impatience, questioning Mother did have one benefit: she refused to sugar coat her answers. Papa had found ways of protecting Issuhn from information he deemed unfit for a boy's head, such as the identity of the creature he had gone away to fight. Mother, however, believed it was ...nonsense to feed the boy sweet lies; he will find out eventually!
And thus Issuhn discovered that his father had been called to fight off a Mutant Draik. Not a tame Draik, like those who lived in and around the realm, who had long been civilized. No, Papa had been called to fight an ancient, wild Draik who had awakened from centuries of sleep to find his treasure plundered. Mother told Issuhn about the great havoc such a monster could cause, which was why Papa was needed to help destroy it.
Issuhn knew that the task was dangerous, perhaps even fatally so. But he was not afraid for Papa. No, Papa had promised before he left that he would return home in time for berry picking season, and Papa never broke his word. Papa had taught Issuhn from the time he could talk that a man was nothing if he could not uphold a promise. It was for this that in Issuhn's mind, there was no doubt that Papa would return. He could already taste the blueberry pie they would eat in celebration of being reunited.
Issuhn forced himself to look away from the forest and returned his gaze to the road. He was immediately glad he did. There, in the distance, was a tiny speck coming up the road. Issuhn bounced on the balls of his feet in anticipation as the speck slowly grew, its features beginning to clarify. It seemed to move in slow motion, first forming a silhouette, then defining into a clothed body, and then finally focusing enough so that a face was visible.
Unable to wait any longer, the eager boy flew out the door and across the yard, closing the distance between himself and the amused man.
Did...Papa...letter? the boy panted, doubling over to catch his breath. The man chuckled and held out a scroll.
That he did, laddie. Quite a father you got there, writin' you every week. The man smiled as Issuhn's face lit up. He gratefully accepted the letter. Right then, I s'pose I'll see you again next week! The man winked jovially and proceeded back up the road.
Thank you, sir! Issuhn called after the kind messenger, clutching the precious parchment to his chest. Not wasting another second, Issuhn rushed inside, accidentally slamming the door behind him. This action earned him a shrill Keep it down for Fyora's sake! from his mother, but the boy hardly noticed. He had a letter from Papa!
Closing himself in the privacy of his room (but making sure to close the door quietly this time), Issuhn hastily spread out the scroll and began to read:
Oh how I miss you, my boy! It's so dreadfully boring out here without you. Nobody 'round here ever asks any questions, can you believe it? I haven't been able to tell a single person that all but one river in Neopia flows south, and no one has even bothered to ask which one is the exception! I do believe my comrades are incapable of holding a single decent conversation- all they ever discuss is battle tactics. If only you were with me, Issuhn, we could teach them what's worth talking about!
Speaking of which, I do hope you are continuing with your scholastic pursuit. Don't let my absence stop you from learning about the world around you! The world is so large and wonderful a place, you'd be amazed at what you can discover even just in your own backyard. When I return, I do look forward to hearing about all that you've learned!
Alas, I must end here tonight, as I've been promised another busy day tomorrow. I do hope that you and your mother are getting along well; I miss you both terribly. When next I write, I hope that it will be with news of my completed task! I'd advise you to get the baskets ready; only one month before the blueberries are ripe!
All my love,
P.S. Because I know you're wondering: The river that runs through the Lost Desert runs North rather than South. Isn't that fascinating!
Issuhn sighed, placing his hand where Papa's had been, tracing the letters he'd so carefully etched with quill and ink. Oh, how he longed to write back! But his father could not receive letters, and was in fact not even supposed to be writing them in the first place. He knew that the secret letters could get Papa in a heap of trouble, but Issuhn couldn't help being overwhelmed with happiness when he received each one. The letters were his only connection to Papa, and he cherished that connection above all else. He missed Papa ever so much; if only he would return home sooner!
~To be continued...
ArchivesYou enter through the secret door and into a long, dimly lit room. The walls are lined with drawers, each one carefully locked and labeled. Issuhn leads you towards a drawer near the back inscribed with his name and sporting an oval keyhole. Pulling a small key from his pocket, Issuhn swiftly unlocks the drawer and produces a thick folder.
I apologize that this is all I have for you; I am not yet permitted access to the other files. In this one is my record as Prince. It's not too interesting, just some mandatory background checks and personal questionnaires. Don't feel obligated to read it all, it's really not that interesting...
Note: These tasks have been provided by the Association for the Betterment of Character Development.
AppearanceWhat does your character look like? Issuhn is a standard Royal Boy Zafara; dark blue fur, lighter blue chest and face masking, and navy markings. His eyes are the same blue as his fur, and his nose is a pale shade of pink.
How does your character feel about their appearance and how does it affect their life? Issuhn doesn't pay much attention to his appearance. As a child, he never had access to mirrors and thus only knew what he looked like from his blurry reflections in water. Issuhn wasn't in the habit of seeking out bodies of water, so he never had the opportunity to spend hours looking at himself to find every little imperfection, as some do. Thus, Issuhn's appearance has very little effect on his life.
Do they ever change their appearance? No. Issuhn doesn't see the point in changing how he looks, other than to brush his fur or get dressed.
What sort of first impression does their appearance leave on others? Issuhn comes off as important to others. This is mainly based on his royal attire. Without his usual clothes, Issuhn would come off as an average boy of 16; adventurous and eager to experience the world.
BloodlinesWhat family does your character have? Issuhn has a mother and a father. His mother is a talented seamstress, and his father a skilled blacksmith.
How is your character's relationship with their family? Issuhn and his mother are rather indifferent to each other, for they never spent much time together. She spent nearly all hours of the day working in her room and would not stand to have her clumsy son around to mess with anything. They do not dislike each other, but at the same time they don't care for each other as most mothers and sons do.
Issuhn and his father have a rocky relationship. Issuhn's father assumed that his son would have an interest in the art of the blacksmith, and thus he would teach his son all that he knew. Issuhn, however, doesn't have the knack for the art at all. His father's disappointment in this led to a strained relationship between the two.
Are there any sore points in any of the dynamics? Issuhn has almost nothing in common with either of his parents, making it difficult for him to relate with them.
Prompt: Think of a strong defining point in one of those relationships and describe it. How old was the character and the family member? Where were they? What happened? Why is it a significant point in their life? When Issuhn was a young boy, his father dreamed of him one day succeeding him as a blacksmith. Thus, he brought Issuhn into his workspace and watched him, waiting to see the same spark of excitement that he remembered feeling as a boy. Instead, he saw an uncertainty and uncomfortablness around the machinery. Refusing to give up hope, Issuhn's father gave his son a simple task: to make an arrowhead. After explaining everything thouroghly, he stood back to let his son work.
Issuhn lacked the certainty in himself to do the job well. His indecisiveness earned him a scar; the blazing-hot arrowhead landed on his forearm and burned it. After that incident, Issuhn's father gave up on him, and their relationship spiraled downwards from there.
CareerWhat does your character do for a living? Issuhn is the Prince of Pomaloth. /easiest question
What does he do to support himself? The Realm provides everything Issuhn could need; food, clothing, housing, etc. /another easy question :P
DeathHow does your character feel about death? Being young, Issuhn never considered death before. He knew that eventually he would die, as everyone does, but he never dwelled on the concept. However, his viewpoint changed over the course of his journey and death became something that struck fear in him.
How does your character view his own death? After several near-death encounters, Issuhn is afraid to die. He doesn't want to leave his friends and everything he has ever known. He wants to live a long life, but the prospect of death threatens that.
Does this vary from his view on the death of others? No. Death to any terrifies Issuhn.
Do his feelings toward death effect his life in any way? Yes. His fear of death lends Issuhn a very strong survival instinct. He does not want to die, and will do anything to prevent that from happening.
EntertainmentWhat do they do in their free time? In his free time, Issuhn writes. He's been keeping a journal ever since he learned how to write, and occasionally he would write little adventure stories about himself traveling to far-off lands. He never believed that he would actually get to live one of them out!
Is there any activity that they have a preference for? Besides writing, Issuhn really enjoys reading and training for combat. Exercises for the mind and body are things he actively pursues.
Any unusual entertainment choices? Nope, unless combat is considered unusual.
How'd they get involved with those hobbies? Issuhn taught himself how to write and read when he was seven years old, right about the time his father gave up on him. Using books that he "borrowed" from the neighbor, he spent hours teaching himself until he was an excellent reader and skilled at penmanship.
Note: Issuhn was never a thief. True, he would take the books without asking, but he always returned them in perfect condition.
FoodWhat sort of diet does your character have? Issuhn has a very balanced diet of bread, vegetables, and meat. A Prince has got to stay healthy to rule!
Do they eat primarily processed or fresh foods? There is no processed food in Pomaloth, so obviously Issuhn eats all fresh foods.
Are there any dietary restrictions (meat, dairy, gluten, etc)? Nope. Issuhn's a healthy boy!
What's your character's favorite and least favorite food? Issuhn's favorite food is toast slathered with honey. It brings back warm childhood memories, before he and his parents grew so far apart. His least favorite food is figs. Though many love how sweet they are, just the smell of them makes Issuhn gag. After being forced to eat them as a child, Issuhn has sworn to never touch another fig again.
Prompt: What is the weirdest food your character has eaten? Why did they eat it? Where were they? When was it? How did they feel about eating it before and after? On the night Issuhn was chosen as Prince, there was a huge feast in celebration. Excited beyond belief, Issuhn decided he would try every single dish. Though most were regular dinner dishes, there were a few peculiar ones, the weirdest of which was a calamari pita wrap. At first glance, Issuhn was repulsed by the tentacles that oozed an unidentified liquid. But he was determined to try everything, so he tentatively took a bite. It actually didn't taste bad, but the chewy texture was too much for Issuhn. He spit it out (much to the amusement of the other guests) and immediately dug into the next nearest dish to erase the gross feeling from his mouth.
GroupsHow does your character act in group situations? Issuhn gets nervous in large groups. He especially has trouble speaking in front of crowds; his hands start to shake, his face burns, and his mind blanks. It usually takes the support of a familiar face to pull him back together.
What (if any) is the difference in behavior or feelings when in a small versus large group? Small groups aren't as bad for Issuhn. He has more confidence, though still not as much as a one-on-one interaction.
How do they act around strangers compared to close friends and family? Issuhn has always been shy. Unfortunately for him, shyness isn't allowed as Prince. He interacts almost daily with strangers, and though it still makes him slightly uncomfortable, he's improved greatly since he was first chosen. With close friends, Issuhn is very open and at ease.
Does your character have a lot of friends, a few or none? Issuhn didn't have any friends as a boy, unless you count the petpets he sometimes encountered in the woods. Now, as Prince, Issuhn counts Tebor and Kain as his friends. Piper eventually becomes his friend as well. So in short, Issuhn only has a few close friends.
HomeWhere does your character live? Issuhn lives in the Pomaloth Palace (Yay alliteration! xD).
What is your character's home like? The Palace is a huge building, sort of a mix between a European castle and an Arabian palace.
How is it furnished? One word: lavish.
Where is the home located? The Palace is located on a small hill and is surrounded by an immense and very beautiful courtyard. It's not too far from the village or the woods, but still somewhat isolated.
What injuries has your character had in the past? Issuhn broke his arm/leg a couple of times in the past from falling out of trees. He also got a scar from burning himself with a blazing arrowhead. As for emotional injuries, Issuhn's relationship with his parents is pretty tough to deal with.
Have there been any major injuries? The scar was pretty major. To this day no fur grows in that area.
Which have been worse, emotional or physical injuries? Emotional. Aren't they always?
Are there any injuries which caused lasting damage and continue to effect your character? He still gets a little upset when his family is mentioned. But only a little. He has a new family now; Baron and his friends. He tries his hardest to forget about his parents, and how they don't ever come to visit him, even though they're encouraged to.
Prompt: What is the worst injury (preferably physical) that your character has incurred? What happened? Why did it happen? How old were they? Where were they? If anybody else was around, how did they respond when they saw it? What was the response after it had been treated? The arrowhead burn was definitely the worst. As I mentioned above, Issuhn's father had taken him into his workspace and told Issuhn to make an arrowhead. Issuhn was only seven years old. When it happened, Issuhn began to cry, begging his father to make it better. His father just shook his head, sighed, and walked away. Confused, hurt, and scared, Issuhn ran to his mother, who poured cool water over the injury and bandaged it. After that, Issuhn and his father treated each other like strangers.
What sort of sense of humor does your character have? Issuhn has a decent sense of humor. I mean, he's not oblivious to humor, but he's not a comedian either.
Does your character prefer to make jokes or listen to them? Issuhn enjoys listening to jokes as much as the next boy. Occasionally he'll make one, but most of the time Issuhn leaves the joke-making to others.
What sort of jokes do they tend to make? Issuhn will either use sarcasm or social commentary when he does make jokes.
What type of jokes do they prefer? Issuhn really appreciates sarcasm and social commentary. He doesn't mind a good knock-knock, but can't stand corny ones. Unlike most teenage boys, Issuhn doesn't care for slapstick humor at all.
KidsWhat is your character's opinion on kids? Issuhn thinks thinks children are cute from afar, but he gets nervous when he has to interact with them. Should he treat them like miniature adults, or speak down to them? Or something in between? However, even though he thinks he doesn't know how to act around them, Issuhn usually ends up saying or doing just the right thing around children. He really should have more confidence in himself.
What about the idea of kids of their own? Issuhn's sixteen. He doesn't think about having his own kids (as he shouldn't!).
Does your character want to ever have children? Why or why not? Issuhn thinks that children may be in his distant future. However, he is doubtful, as he's afraid that he wouldn't be a good father, and he doesn't want to cause any child to go through what he himself did.
Would your character ever adopt a child? Why or why not? Possibly. Issuhn has a kind heart, so if there was a child in need, he might adopt him/her. But if there was anyone else capable and willing to take the child, I imagine Issuhn would step back from the responsibility.
LoveHow does your character view love? To Issuhn, love is a tricky emotion. It can cause people to do strange things, and in some cases, can be just a get-up (his parents). Issuhn doesn't know what love feels like, as he hasn't yet truly loved someone. However (spoiler alert! :P), Issuhn eventually comes to love Baron as a father.
What does your character feel is the meaning of love? Again, Issuhn is sixteen. He doesn't spend too many of his days pondering things like philosophy. x3
Does your character believe love exists, or is it just a meeting of like minded individuals? Issuhn believes that love exists. He's just waiting for it to happen to him.
Does love at first sight exist or does it need to grow? After seeing Piper for the first time, Issuhn develops a major crush on her. So I'd say that Issuhn believes in love at first sight. But at the same time, I think he understands that in order for love to last, it needs to be able to grow.
What's your character's opinion on 'true love' and soul mates? True love is for fairytales. (Although secretly Issuhn hopes that it isn't!) Issuhn finds comfort in the belief that somewhere in the world, there was someone perfect waiting for him. However, he's a little doubtful of soul mates. Could that perfect someone really exist?
MusicWhat kind of music does your character enjoy? As Pomaloth is rather similar to medieval times, the only music is live. Country and folk music is abundant, with some classical for special occasions in the palace. Issuhn quite enjoys country.
Why does your character like that particular music? Issuhn likes country because it's versatile; it can be upbeat one minute and the next slow and saddening. He also likes it because it's fun and easy to dance to!
Did your character grow up with music around them? No, Issuhn lived in a non-musical household. However, he used to perch in the trees like a bird and look down at parties and gatherings where music was played. He was always too shy to join in though. :(
Does your character sing or play any instruments? No, though he's always wished to learn how to play the guitar. Maybe as Prince he'll get that opportunity!
NightHow does your character feel about the night? Issuhn's perspective of night has changed as he's grown up. As a very young child, Issuhn dreaded night, as it meant that he had to stop his playtime and go to sleep. Once he taught himself how to read, Issuhn looked forward to night, as that was the only time he could read freely. Now, night is a relief for Issuhn after long days of training or travelling.
What is their preferred activity at night? Sleeping! xD
What time does your character generally go to sleep - and why at that time? Issuhn usually goes to bed between 10 and 11 pm, when he's completed all of his training and duties for the day. On the journey, however, this time fluctuates depending on when they find somewhere to sleep, what the day's travel included, etc.
Prompt: When your character was a child were there any night time fears? Go into detail about that fear... Why did it exist? How did they deal with it nightly? Who (if anybody) did they talk to about their fear? At what age did they get over it? Issuhn was a pretty fearless child. He had that childish viewpoint that the body is indestructible. It wasn't until Issuhn left on his journey that he realized how fragile life really is. It's darkness that scares Issuhn. Specifically, the Darkness (see the navigation for a poem about it!), which is what he calls his visions. Appropriately named, as they always involve a creeping, silent, expectant darkness. Issuhn deals with it by taking comfort from the company of his friends. He hasn't talked to anybody yet, but I have a strong feeling that he will eventually confide in Piper. He has not yet gotten over this fear, and probably won't until the journey is over and his prophecy has unfolded.
OpportunityHow does your character respond to new opportunities? It all depends on the situation. Though in general, Issuhn is indecisive, which results in deep thinking before he takes or passes an opportunity.
Does your character attempt to create opportunities for him or herself, or do they wait for them to happen? If Issuhn creates an opportunity, it's usually by mistake. He tends to wait for opportunity to show up on his doorstep.
When one does come up do they react quickly or think about it for a while? Issuhn doesn't often act on impulse; thus, he doesn't take opportunities right away. Rather, he'll spend at least a night contemplating whether or not he should take the opportunity. Sometimes this works out for the better, other times he ends up missing out on a great experience.
Has your character ever passed up a huge opportunity? If so, how do they feel about it now? Oh yes! When Issuhn was fifteen, he was asked to work in the Palace as a scribe, for by that time it was well known that he was skilled at penmanship. However, scared of leaving the life he knew and working under the Prince, Issuhn refused the "opportunity of a lifetime", as the messenger described it. He wasn't able to avoid the palace life for long though; just months later Issuhn was selected as the new Prince! Funny how things work out, isn't it?
Fun Fact: Issuhn is the only (recorded) person to turn down the opportunity to work at the Palace!
How does your character feel about pets? Issuhn loves pets! :D
Does your character own any pets? No, though he always wanted one. His parents were very strict with their "No pets" rule.
What kind of pets do they like and dislike? Issuhn really likes small household pets, such as Warfs, Angelpi, and Snowbunnies. He doesn't like bat-like pets (Barbats, Batterflies, Bazatlans, etc.), as they creep him out.
How does your character view the pet-owner relationship? Issuhn is jealous of others who own pets and have amazing pet-owner relationships. He always wished to have that connection with another being, a companionship of unspoken thoughts and feelings.
Prompt: Imagine your character is kidnapped by aliens to be a pet. Your character cannot communicate with these aliens and is stuck in a home all day, every day. Might even be a cage, like a rat. Your character is treated well, but not as a sentient being. How does this situation unfold? How does your character feel and subsequently react? What would be the end result of potentially years of this lifestyle? What an... interesting prompt. xD Okay, let's see...
If Issuhn was kidnapped by aliens and treated as a pet, he would suffer terribly. He would be confused and extremely frustrated. Though Issuhn's never been the best at communication, a lack thereof would be unbearable. Also, Issuhn is not devoid of pride; being caged would not bode well with him. I can assure you, he would not last years of this lifestyle, and the end result would not be favorable. The Prince of Pomaloth is no house pet!
QuestionnaireFill out the following questionnaire from the point of view of your character:
Note: This was filled out during the months of training after Issuhn met with Musavir, but before he left on his journey or met Piper.
1. How old are you? Cool, I finally get to answer some of these myself! I'm sixteen years old.
2. What makes you special? Well, uh, I'm not really sure. I don't really consider myself special... I mean, I was chosen as Prince, but I'm still kinda thinking that that was a fluke. Not saying I'm not grateful to be Prince, of course! But that doesn't answer the question... can we please skip this one?
3. What is the most normal thing about you? Um, everything? I guess I have to be specific though, so I'm going to go with my love of combat training. All boys enjoy that kind of stuff, don't they?
4. What is the last thing you ate? A nice big bowl of Starberry Soup. Yum!
5. What is the last thing you did prior to this questionnaire? Baron and I were holding a debate over current events. He bested me again; my mind always goes blank when I'm supposed to be supporting my examples!
6. With whom did you last share a hug? ...I don't really remember. I think my mom may have hugged me when I became Prince four months ago? I don't know. *shrugs*
7. What's the most exciting thing you did yesterday? I learned how to track someone in the woods! It's amazing how much you can tell about where a person went and how just by looking at different aspects of an area.
8. What will you do after you finish this questionnaire? Go to bed! I'm exhausted; training with Baron always leaves me drained, no matter what it is we're doing.
9. Who do you want to talk to right now? The Pink Zafara that Musavir showed me. She's supposed to help me on my quest; I have so many questions for her! And, well... she's pretty. *blushes*
10. What are you wearing? My standard royal wear: purple cape and hat, lavender/magenta collared shirt, navy pants, and boots.
11. What's your favorite color? Blue. Especially deep blue, like the color of my eyes.
12. What do you wish you were doing right now? Travelling! I can't wait to be out in the wild, heading towards Terror Mountain. Can you imagine all the cool things I'll see?!
13. Do you like pie? Duh! Who doesn't like pie?
RobotsWhat's your character's opinion on robots? Issuhn's never encountered robots, so he doesn't really have an opinion.
If robots are unknown to your character, how would they respond to the concept of robots, artificial emotions, cyborgs and robotic takeovers? Honestly? Issuhn wouldn't believe any claims of Robots. Remember, he lives in a medieval setting. I don't even want to think about what would happen if he ever visited, say, Virtupets Space Station. He'd probably do something very un-princelike, such as fainting. And in front of Piper too... oh the horror! ;)
ScaredWhat scares your character? The Darkness, as mentioned above and featured in its very own poem, which can be found in the navigation. Also, speaking in front of large groups; he gets stage-fright.
Are there any fears which your character has overcome? Not yet!
What are they most afraid of? Definitely the Darkness. Just the thought of it is enough to set him on edge for the rest of the day.
TemptationWhat is it that your character desires? Issuhn desires only for his prophecy to be fulfilled and for his visions to cease tormenting him.
Is there anything that would tempt your character to break their moral code? If someone offered to take his place in the prophecy and take on the burden of the visions, I'm afraid Issuhn might accept, even though he knows that it is his burden to bear, and not anyone else's.
Has your character ever succumbed to temptation against their better judgement? What were the results? Thankfully no, at least not for anything bigger than stealing a cookie from the cookie jar. :P
UtopiaWhat is your character's idea of a perfect society? Issuhn imagines a place without fear, without hardship, and without death. Everyone would be kind to each other, and nobody would have to take on burdens such as what he himself has to bear.
What prevents their utopia from existing? Reality, duh! xD
Is there anything that comes close in their reality? ...not really, no. Issuhn's utopia is pretty unreachable, but isn't everyone's?
VictoryHow does your character react to success? Issuhn is very humble, so he never knows how he should outwardly react to success. A bowed head and mumbled thanks is usually what he resorts to. Inside, however, he's jumping up and down like a child, overcome with happiness.
How does your character respond to victory in team activities? He always congratulates his team mates, generally not giving himself any credit. He wants everyone to know that they were essential to the success of the activity.
What about personal victories? Issuhn tends to doubt himself, so when he succeeds he can't help being pleasantly surprised. Though he would never say it aloud for fear of being viewed as conceited or vain, he takes great pride in his accomplishments.
How does your character react when failing to achieve their goals or expectations? Issuhn insists that failure doesn't bother him, as that's what he expects. In reality, Issuhn is secretly upset and ashamed of himself. He has a tendency to put himself down after failure, convincing himself that he's not good enough. Silly boy! Issuhn needs to learn that failure is necessary for success; after all, you can only learn from your mistakes!
WishWhat is your character's greatest wish? Issuhn's greatest wish is to have his father in his life again.
Why? His father died when Issuhn was only six years old. Issuhn was heartbroken, as he and his father were very close.
In what situations do they make a wish (wishing wells, shooting stars, birthday cakes, etc)? When he was a little boy, every chance he got he would make a wish. He'd use every superstition he could just to get more chances to wish. Now, as a teenager, he'll only wish on his birthday and when he happens to see a shooting star.
What sort of variety is there in those wishes, if any? None at all; he always wishes for his father back. Wait-correction: before leaving on his journey, he wished for safety for himself and all of his companions.
If granted any three wishes what would they be?
1) For his Papa to be alive and well, and with him.
2) For "The Darkness" to leave him alone.
3) For nothing bad to happen to him or any of his friends on their journey.
X-MenIf your character could have any superpower what would it be? Why? Issuhn would want the power of Invisibility. There have been many times when he wishes to just disappear.
What would they do with those powers? If he were in an uncomfortable situation, he would simply turn invisible and slip away unnoticed.
What well-known power would be their least favorite (flight, super strength, telekinesis, fire manipulation, etc)? Probably flight, as he doesn't like flying. He has a fear of heights/falling, so obviously flight is out of the question.
YachtWhat does your character own that is considered extravagant, such as a yacht, expensive jewelry or a super computer? Umm, everything? :P He is a Prince, after all!
Does your character feel it is extravagant? Most definitely. He's very humble, and so much luxury makes him uncomfortable. If he had it his way, he's give most of it away and live more like a commoner. Except for his indoor privy. He wouldn't give that up for the world! ;)
Why does your character choose to own such things? He doesn't, it's forced upon him. Most people seem to think that a Prince should be showered in material goods, no matter what the Prince has to say about it.
Does your character have any objectives to own something else extravagant? Nope, not really. As I said before, Issuhn doesn't mind simplicity.
Prompt: Tell me about the acquisition process of the first item your character got which would be considered extravagant. Consider age, motivation and external forces. Did anybody try to talk them out of it? Why did they choose to acquire that item in the end? How did they feel when they did so? ...need to think about this one.
ZenWhat brings your character peace?
When your character's mind or day is hectic, how do they regain calmness? He throws his Coloured Bouncy Ball up in the air and then catches it on its descent. For some reason this mindless activity has a very calming effect on Issuhn.
How does your character relax? He either reads or goes for a walk in the forest. Both are simple activities that he enjoys. Unfortunately, he doesn't get too much time for either now that he's Prince.
You hand the folder back to Issuhn and thank him for trusting you with such important information. He simply chuckles.
Important? It's nothing, really. I honestly don't get why it's necessary to keep around, but Baron's all for record keeping. Anyway, why don't we head on over to the Gallery? I can give you a tour if you're not too tired.
This room is much different from the Archive room; spacious, bright, and ornately decorated, it immediately relaxes you. Issuhn too seems more at ease as he points out the different sections of the gallery.
Artwork by MaddieHere we have the artwork created by our resident artist. She can be quite exuberant at times, as you can probably tell by her comments.
Issuhn and his Papa were so close... he was devastated when Papa was taken down in a battle between realms. :(
D'aww, Issuhn in cake form! *omnomnom*
...the closest to Issuhn's anatomy was a kangaroo cookie. /hides face in shame
Oh look, it's Issuhn as a boy! He climbed trees so often, he might as well have been a Mynci!
A very exciting picture of Issuhn standing.
Issuhn and his Faerie Xweetok friend. I don't know her name yet, as I'm waiting to apply for a UC Faerie Xwee to become her character.
Heehee, doodling is fun! Much more interesting than watching some boring old history movie, if I don't say so myself. ;)
Whenever Issuhn is stressed or worried, he sits in the throne in this position. He then proceeds to toss his Coloured Bouncy Ball into the air and catch it on its descent.
Uh oh, looks like someone's in trouble. Baron can be so strict sometimes. I wonder what Issuhn did wrong this time?
Artwork by Others...and over here we have pieces done by travelling artists. I'm grateful to each and every one of them for their contributions to my humble collection!
Thank you so much Jazzeh for this awesome portrait of Issuhn! It's just how I imagined him during his visions, and perfect for this layout!
Squeeeee!!! Meghan, this is the awesomest cupcake EVER!!!!! I just want to eat him right up! 8D And the lollipop is sooooo cute!!! Thank you thank you thank you!!!
Aimee, this turned out amazing! I especially love the smoke! Thank you so much!!
Thank you so much for the custom adopt, Almedha! It fits perfectly with his story; Issuhn was always climbing trees as a boy!
Hmm, I wonder what's bothering Issuhn? He seems to have his Coloured Bouncy Ball out... Thank you so much Queen Pandaphant for this awesome portrait!
Whoa, watch out for that kick! A big thanks to Shiki for this awesome shot of Issuhn training!
Thank you so much Yachiru for this amazing head shot of Issuhn! The text was a wonderful bonus! ^^
Oh goodness, isn't this adorable!? It's a makeable that I colored in from Sarilain. Thank you for making such an absolutely adorable cake template!!
Ohemgee, look how happy Issuhn is! *giggles* He's adorable, thank you so much Moe!
Wow, this is amazing Anna, thanks a ton! I love the background, so swirly and colorful! :D
I absolutely love it Jen! And you said it would be "horribly mangled" :P Thank you so much!!
Once you've finished admiring the artwork, you turn to Issuhn and inquire as to your next stop on the palace tour. For the first time, Issuhn frowns.
Well... the only place left is one I don't particularly enjoy visiting. However, if you really wish, I'll take you there...
Musavir's LairYou enter a small, dark, and windowless room. Though not menacing in appearance, there is a chill to the place that feels almost...unnatural. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up, and you have the irrational thought of bolting from the room.
Issuhn appears even worse off than you. He is visibly shaking, and his eyes have gone wide. Just as you are about to succumb to running away, the door slams shut behind the two of you. Your heart jumps to your throat as you and Issuhn are plunged into complete darkness. You hear Issuhn curse under his breath.
Musavir! We have not come for any of your antics! Issuhn calls out angrily. You are surprised at the clarity and strength of his voice; with the way he was trembling earlier, you expected to hear at least a waver of fear.
You cough as the room fills with purple smoke. A misty figure appears seemingly out of nowhere, taking the form of a serpent. You can only stand and watch, paralyzed, as it emerges and faces you and the Prince.
Isssssuhn, what issss thisss that you have brought to me? the creature hisses. As the smoke clears slightly, you observe that it is a petpet, a Kaseriu to be exact. Issuhn lifts his chin.
This is a guest, nobody that you need concern yourself with. If you'd be so kind, we are anxious to be on our way, Issuhn asserts defiantly. Musavir's body vibrates in what you realize is none other than a laugh.
Ssssso bold, ssssso confidant. You were not alwayssss sssso sssstrong, Prinsssce of Pomaloth, Musavir drawls, beginning to weave around Issuhn.
Let us go, Musavir, Issuhn demands, refusing to show weakness. Musavir flicks out his tongue, causing Issuhn to flinch.
Patienssssce, young Prinsssce. Before I releasssse you, I have sssssomething to ssssshare with our guessst...
I Fear It
It stalks me, like a hungry
It fills me, like a grand
I see it
It blinds me, like a shining
It consumes me, like a monstrous
I hear it
It tests me, like a difficult
It scares me, like a malevolent
I smell it
It invades me, like a fateful
It follows me, like a chilly
I taste it
It overcomes me, like a fighting
It disgusts me, like a nasty
I sense it
It's always here
and so I fear
Even in the darkness you can see Issuhn's blush. Musavir! You had no right to share that!
Musavir seems to grin. Of coursssse I had the right, it wasss sssssimmering loud and clear in your mind. I'm sssssurprisssed our guessst could not hear it without me, he states smugly. Issuhn flushes even darker.
I will not stand for this mockery! Do you forget who I am? Issuhn growls. You take a step away from him; to this point you have never seen him angry, nor heard him assert his position of power.
Musavir lashes his tail, and getting nose-to-nose with Issuhn, hisses, Do not tesssst me, inssssolent boy! Have you forgotten who I am? It isss I who chosssse you, Issssuhn.
Issuhn bobbs his head meekly, but does not sacrifice his dignity. Of course, Musavir. I apologize for my insolence.
Musavir swivels his head in what could only be a nod. That'ssss better. You may leave now, Prinssssce of Pomaloth.
Before you even get the chance to blink, the smoke has dissipated and you find yourself alone with Issuhn again. Could you have imagined the whole thing?
Let's get out of here before he returns, Issuhn mutters, opening the door and hurrying out of the room.
FarewellAs your tour comes to a close, you thank Issuhn for his hospitality, but inform him that you really must be getting home.
I'm glad that you enjoyed yourself. But you must be exhausted! I insist that you stay here for the night; after all, we wouldn't want you to get lost again. Here, why don't I show you to your quarters?
Too tired to protest, you sleepily follow the Prince, yawning almost the entire way. He leads you to a spacious room and wishes you sweet dreams. You sink gratefully into the soft bed, and before you know it you're being awakened by sunlight streaming into the room.
As you rub the sleep from your eyes, you hear a soft knock. You give permission to enter, and a Shadow Xweetok opens the door.
Prince Issuhn had other matters to attend to this morning, and he sends his deepest regrets that he was not able to see you off. He did, however, ask me to give you one of these, so that you may find your way back should you ever wish to visit.
He also offers these to you, just in case you'd like to visit some of his friends and acquaintances.
(Note: Issuhn's always up for link trades! If you'd like one, don't be afraid to contact Maddie!)
You thank the Xweetok and accept the gifts, telling her to pass on your appreciation to Issuhn. Then, still thinking of the kind Prince you met, you head off for home.