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 Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 10:48 pm
Who would have thought~XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX That one day could change everything...
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 1:21 am
Once upon a time~,
There was a mighty dragon named Gustalfore, who preyed on men and elves alike in his hunger. This dragon was so terrible that the king of the elves pledged to give their most cherished magic in exchange for the death of the dragon. Many knights tried and failed in their quests to vanquish the reptilian menace; but, for three generations the people of Gilder lived in terror of the dragon’s evil.
Until a peasant by the name of Rhys Valeir from the village of Lodi welded his father’s sword and raced outside the city gates to face the dragon his brothers were too afraid to fight. They fought for day and night, until both combatants were utterly spent. As the dragon perched atop of Wyndor hill, the valiant peasant siezed his opportunity and thrusted his sword into the air towards his foe. The blade slicing through the air in a twirling arc before finding it’s mark through the dragon’s torso. One sputtering road assuring Rhys of his victory.
In his dying breath, the aged elfin king surrendered to Rhys an amber crystalline sphere forged from elvish tears. The second Rhys’ hand touched the seemingly humble object, known as the Machdig, was magically sealed. Only able to be used by any who shared his bloodline. In celebrating his great victory and receiving so glorious a weapon, it was no surprise that Rhys was made the new king of Gilder. In rememberance of the victory which altered the course of that then small country, Rhys later renamed his village Arcwyn and build what would become the capital city on that hill where the dragon had perished. Arcwyn, because the whirling of his sword had salvaged their hope on Wyndor hill. Changing the name so that the battle would never be forgotten.
Three hundred years passed, and though the story was still told to children, the truth of the Machdig faded into legend. Nay, almost completely disappeared from memory. Even when Gilder was not at peace, there had never been a reason to use so terrible a weapon. So the Machdig remained hidden; locked somewhere within the walls of Arcwyn Castle…undisturbed and collecting dust.
{Anarielx&xRudolfos}   That is…until Verelle, the daughter of the kings most powerful wizard caught ear of its existence. Uncontrollably desirous of grasping that kind of power, Verelle sought to woo the crown prince in the hopes of keeping the real master of the weapon underneath her thumb. Her eyes always on the prize, A mighty magician as powerful as her father, Verelle used her power to flaunt her beauty; to draw in prince Rudolfos like a moth to the flame.
However…something happened then, that Verelle did not expect. The crown prince was already in love; with none other than her chambermaid: Anariel; in whose gentle kindness the prince had long since been captivated. Enraged at their unorthodox marriage, Verelle left both her traitorous chambermaid and her name behind her. Known only as the dark sorceress Sylvanis; she disappeared for seven years. Plotting her revenge.
Distracted by other matters for six of those years, Anariel and the newly crowned king Rudolfos were enraptured in the purest state of marital bliss. However, although the couple dearly loved the other, they had no children to speak of. Not even a miscarriage to prove she was capable of conception. Having tried every faerie or elvish spell to increase her fertility, Anariel was thought to be barren. Nothing she tried worked in the slightest, and as the years dredged on, the worry of never producing an heir for her husband plagued her night and day. Because there was only one option for her if she did not wish to be sent home someday…and that was goblin magic.
Deeply frowned upon, shunned, by peasant and magician alike, Anariel knew that her good opinion in the eyes of Gilder would be forever tarnished if she sought such an answer through so vile a means; but there was no other option left. So under the cover of nightfall, disguised once more as a common chambermaid, Anariel journed towards the land rumoured to exist beneath Rorot lake; not even knowing where the entrance could be. To her astonishment, an escort already awaited her, to lead her down into the darkness with a blindfold folded around her head.
As if her cloaking charm had no effect on goblin eyes, the teenage Goblin King had granted Anariel an audience without a moments delay. As the queen discussed her problem, young Marak began to reveal to Anariel the secrets of a magical spring that could grant one wish, no matter how impossible it seemed…in exchange for a blood pact that Anariel would do his people a favor down the road, when the time was right. As the queen seemed undeterred, Marak warned her that there were consequences to bathing in or drinking water from the pool of Veittely. The wish, whatever it was, would occur; but it would be a cursed gift. Misfortune and bad luck would follow the child, and her mother, ere’ they go.
Convinced that no amount of bad luck could make her currant situation any worse than it was being a ‘barren’ woman, Anariel accepted the terms of their agreement and swam in the underground pool. Being true to her word, she consummated the blood pact and returned home with little more than a delicate scar on her palm. Nothing could temper her joy in knowing that the next time she knew her husband she would conceive…and conceive she did; completely unaware that she had only been childless because of a curse Sylvanis had placed upon her.
A year to the day Anariel swam in the pool she gave birth to a daughter. So enthused at the latest arrival to their family tree, King Rudolfos summoned all of Gilder to a ball he hosted at Arcwyn Castle. Everyone merited an invitation; except Sylvanis, and after much coaxing from his wife, the entire goblin race.
With the same reasoning behind disinviting the bridesmaid the groom had slept with from being at the wedding, Marak was not surprised at being excluded. Deeming the Queen would not want to risk bearing the ‘stigma’ of having used goblin magic to get to where she was today. Far from offended at the treatment simply because goblins had always been shunned or grimaced at. Disguising himself as a distant traveller, Marak had simply smiled and attended the festivities anyway.
After much feasting and dancing, faeries and elves alike came forward to bless the little princess. Granting her beauty, grace, gentleness, and many other useless talents such as an ‘artistic hand’ and an operatic voice. Scowling beneath his hood, Marak distasted of most of the blessings spoken over the child, because no matter how…unappealing goblins looked, what they lacked in physical appearance the race well made up for in strength and power. What good was a pretty face when one is surrounded by enemies? Chuckling beneath his mask, Marak looked down at the giggling infant resting in her elaborate crib. Unbeknownst to the King and Queen, the little baby in that crib was not the real princess. Marak had switched the child at birth for a changeling. A beautiful changeling, but a goblin nonetheless. If anything, all those charms and blessings spoken over her would only remove what little evidence there would ever be that the ‘princess’ wasn’t human. Marak simply hoped that by the time the couple realized their daughter had been switched, that it would be too late.
As the final elf sent forth a blessing of: enduring patience, the torches in the castle suddenly flickered out. Gasps permated the throne room as a bright unnatural flame blared in the center of the room. The flames forming into the youthful form of Sylvanic, who let out a quiet chuckle at the cowardice in the room. Walking forward, Sylvanis addressed the court.
“ I beg your pardon, your majesty…”, Sylvanis glared gleefully at Queen Anariel and bowed with equal sarcasm before approaching the cradle.
“ But, I have yet to bestow my blessing on the child.”, and picking up Linwe and smiling when the infant giggled a ‘coo’; Anariel panicked and ran towards Sylvanis to tear the child out of her arms. No one could stop her, as far as she believed, and Sylvanis proved her wrong by simply barely lifting her eyes from the baby and magically stopping Anariel in her tracks. Her expression serious now, Slvanis spoke only loud enough for those closest to them to hear. Although she directed her words only to Anariel.
“ Dear friend, I tell you that this child will be blessed an cherished under my loving care until she comes of age; Where she shall share the same disappointment I had to endure when all my dreams were stolen from me. The one she loves will not return her affections, and the things she desires most will be forever out of her reach because…if she does kiss the man of her dreams, she will die.” Sylvanis sealed her curse with a kiss on Linwe’s forehead before seeing Anariel trying to feebly break free out of the corner of her eye. Glaring venomously at both Anariel and her unattractive husband, Sylvanis scoffed and touched her fingers against Anariel’s nose. Immediately the color drained out of the Queen’s lovely face and within a few short moments Anariel was solid rock. A statue frozen in perpectual dismay. Pleased at her latest artwork, Sylvanis smiled brightly to make the baby giggle once more.
“ Well aren‘t you a bundle of joy…I think I‘ll call you snow.” At this King Rudolfos stormed towards Sylvanis with Rhys’ ancient sword in hand; however, it was already too late for the man to fight back against her. To no avail, the unnatural flames licked Sylvanis out of the room as quickly as she had appeared.
…And when the torches flicked back to life, revealing the aftermath of Gilder’s greatest catastrophe in three hundred years--King Rudolfos was too busy examining the statue his wife had become to notice that the hooded man standing near to them had disappeared as well.
~ Sixteen years have passed…and no one had been able to rescue the princess Linwe from her captor, or even discover where her location is. As for those who do know how to save her; they are not revealing what they know…
In earnest hopes of saving his only child from death; King Rudolfos has posted a decree in every farm, village, or city in the hopes of Linwe being rescued. Offering the prize of her hand in matrimony and three thousand pieces of gold.
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 1:22 am
~Rules~  [Gandalf says do what I say]
1. Posting.
I LOVE Decorated posts. Please decorate your post somehow; just a picture(no bigger than 500x500 at most) and a name is all I care about. The rest will just amaze me X3. You dont have to be extremely literate, but at least one good paragraph will make me happy. Only use 10/11 size font for posting unless your character is talking very loudly. You should all know this but remember to chat ooc in (()) or {{}} or something like that so we know its ooc. (To warn you, I can sometimes write a small chapter, but please don't let that intimidate you. I'll ❤ role-playing with you)
2. profiles.
Just fill out the code I'm going to give you and PM it to me. Unless your adding a 'sub character' which does not need a profile, you must pm me your profiles so I can add them to the profile post. Only because then you can start posting without my approval for the 'subs' and this rp can start moving. If we stop posting for a long while, feel free to skip a few days. As a general rule: The SHOW MUST GO ON. :3
3. About Godmodding.
Godmodding is an evil thing to do, but if its between two characters that you are both controlling, then its no big deal. I'll let it slide. As a general rule, bad godmodding is: 'Talking for another person', and 'not letting them have the chance to say 'yes' or 'no' before doing something to them. Even if your character is 'all powerful' only 'express that' towards 'fake' characters you make up. Such as an 'imaginary waitress, stranger, make-believe person' that is not played by anyone, and can therefore die.
4. No physical intercourse is to be described.
Romance is a must!; but regarding 'making love'....I am not afraid of it *happening* to add plot to the story; but I am afraid of it being *discribed in detail*. Making love must always be 'skipped'. If you can, hint that it happened or mention that it happened to a friend later to add plot to the story but dont describe it. This is a fairy tale rp, and as I have yet to hear of a fairy tale with anything relatively close to a discription of that nature in the content, I doubt this issue will even come up;But, I'm writing this to cover myself anyway. Advice: When they start to 'strip' its time to skip. (Pre-plan with the other person so that there is no 'dilly dallying' with the skipping.) Now, I'm a grown up and I don't mind reading about making-out aka sad snuggling/cuddling heatedly close), but anything beyond that AND YOU WILL BE ON A BLACKLIST. If you fail to heed my correction in a PM that I will kindly send you, you will be booted from the rp, and possibly the guild. So skip. Talk with the other person in a pm asking their permission for your your characters' plot to lead that way and skip until the end. If we wanted to read a smut novel, we could buy one for five dollars at walmart.
and obviously follow the Gaian tos, or other general rules. Common sense my lovelies.
(if you think I need to change something here, or you have some better ideas please...by all means, pm them to me. Remember this rp is relaxed, carefree, easy come and easy go. No pressure to do extremely well, just have fun. ^^ I might write a mountain when I'm inspired, but so long as your capable of expressing your thoughts; feelings; and actions, don't worry too much about length. We all have off-days, and I'm happy with any reply.)
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 1:24 am
Profiles/Posting info~YES, you must use my profile skeleton...However: Because of the rarity of avaliable movies that aren't animated to find people from, you can use any photograph of any actors in any movie. If you want to play Arwen from LOTR for example, go right ahead. :3 Just change their names. ^^ (Just find the movie your character 'stars' in on youtube or play the dvd on your computer; watch it full screen, and when you pause the movie on the 'photograph' you want, click 'prt sc' {Or printscreen. Hold down the 'fn' button before pressing print screen if you have a laptop like I do.} Then paste into your basic 'paint' program and upload to picnik or photobucket to edit it to the way you like it. Just a little tip to help you guys out ^^; ) Here is the code:
[imgleft]( Please -try- and find something medieval looking; but its not that important.)[/imgleft][size=14]
[color=postingcolor][b]Role:[/b][/color][color=black][/color]
[color=postingcolor][b]Username:[/b][/color][color=black][/color]
[color=postingcolor][b]Name:[/b][/color][color=black][/color]
[color=postingcolor][b]Race:[/b] [/color][color=black](Human, Elf, Goblin, or Drawf/Gnome. They can interbreed, so you can list two or more; but, usually only Goblins or Drawf/Gnomes inter-breed.)[/color]
[color=postingcolor][b]Age:[/b][/color] [color=black](Goblins and elves age normally except their royalty, who take twice as long to grow up. The sorceress also does not age in appearance due to magic.)[/color]
[color=postingcolor][b]Alignment:[/b][/color][color=black](Good, evil, or undecided.)[/color]
[color=postingcolor][b]Theme song:[/b][/color][color=black](url of a song/Optional)[/color]
[/size]
Roles: The ones with * are necessary for the rp, the rest are optional.The Princess.
The Sorceress.
Queen Anariel (NPC)
The Elven Sage.
The Unknowing Farmer's daughter.
The Knight in Shining Armor
The noble blacksmith (NPC)
The Goblin King.
King Rudolfos (NPC)
The Wizard
The Rogue thief who can't catch a break.
The skilled swordsman after revenge. (NPC)
There are no 'set' partners romantically, so your character can have a crush on anyone they like. As all fairy tales have romance; especially unlikely pairings, the princess does not have to be in love with the 'knight in shining armor' or the unknowing farmgirl does not have to be in love with 'The noble blacksmith/craftsman' she could fall for the thief or the swordsman, etc. The possibilities are endless.
Go ahead and be creative. Make up a role if you don't see one you would want to be. Profiles:
Role: The Princess
Username:Darkyang109
Name: Linwë Valeir
Race: Goblin
Age: 17
Alignment: Undecided
Theme song:My Happy Ending
Role:The Rogue thief who can't catch a break
Username:katelyn620
Name:Bennett Fletcher
Race: Human
Age: Ninteen
Alignment:Undecided
Theme song: Out of Limits
Role: The Mischevious little sprite.
Username: Ze Queen of Bleu
Name: Naomh
Race: Pixie
Age: She'll never tell.
Alignment: Undecided (a touch of good and evil. Naomh is just a troublemaker.)
Theme song: hypnotised
Role:Knight in Shining Armor
Username:Vanilla Nerd
Name:Sir Amherst Rolfe
Race: Human
Age: 25
Alignment:Good
Theme song:BOO YA!
Role: The Goblin King.
Username:xXRumpleteazerXx
Name: Marak
Race: Goblin
Age: 63. (Twenty seven)
Alignment:Undecided.
Theme song: Whispers in the dark.
Role: The Sorceress.
Username:xXRumpleteazerXx
Name:Sylvanis BlackBlood.
Race: Human.
Age: *Declines to state.*
Alignment: Deliciously evil.
Theme song:Inquisition Symphony by Apocolyptica.
Role:The Unknowing Farmer's Daughter
Username:mbergen46
Name:Areidene Licentia Tanna
Race: Human
Age: Seventeen
Alignment:Does it really matter? I'm a farmer's daughter. I suppose good, if I had to choose.
Theme song:(url of a song/Optional)
Role:The Meddling Fairy
Name:Hazel Elffly
Race: Fairy
Age: Good Luck finding out
Alignment:Mostly good with slight evil ways
Theme song:Perfect Day
NPC Profiles~An NPC is a character -anyone- can Godmod at -any- time. They are not main characters in the role-play, even if they have an 'important' role. If I were to post as an NPC towards your character, you -are- allowed to godmod what he says and does as if we were writing a joint story together. With main characters this is not allowed...but as he is an NPC he or she is joint controlled. :3 I will make a thread later to better explain the function of NPCs. You can make up an NPC at any time~
Role: The Noble Blacksmith.
Name:Bingham Langcaster
Race: Human
Age: 20
Alignment:Good.
Theme song: Eye conquerer by Third eye blind.
Role:The swordsman out for revenge.
Name: Seylin Darunia
Race: If I look human, I'm probably human...
Age: 28 years old.
Alignment: Evil
Theme song:Animal I have become by Three Day's Grace.
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 2:06 am
Map of Gilder~ This is just a little map I sketched to give you an idea of what the country looks like.
Don't even waste your time trying to read my goober handwriting or even the 'typed' font I tried to insert...
I decided to just put stickers on the key places you need to know about. No, this map is not to scale; so bear with me please. Its been quite a few years since I practiced drawing...
☼ Vioden. (A village where thieves and recluses live and dwell.)☼ Sherlve Village. (A port town)☼ Tanna Farm. (Sherlve Farmland.)☼ Rorot Lake. (Where the Goblin Kingdom resides underground beneath the water.)
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 2:24 am
Time/Weather/Etc
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[x]Sunny/clear skies, [ ]Cloudy, [ ]Thunderstorm, [ ]rain, [ ]snow, [ ]blizzard.
[x]Morning, [ ]Noon, [ ]Afternoon, [ ]Dusk, [ ]Evening.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Couples/Family ties revealed in the rp.None yet...Currant happenings~ (Check here every so often for updates.). *King Rudolfos has sent out a decree to every town, city, or village in the hopes of young knights rescuing Linwe from Donguire Castle...where she is 'believed' to be held.
*Marak is going to visit Areidene at sunset under the guise of being a Goblin Maiden named: Mara.
*Areidene is helping her family on the farm.
*Marak and Sylvanis agreed to meet at the Black Tower tomorrow evening for a blood pact.
-It is now the evening of the first day-
*Sir Amhurst began his quest to rescue Linwe.
*Bingham the Blacksmith saw Amhurst on the road.
*Marak and Areidene are married after he kidnapped her underground.
*Seylin and Bennett leave the thieve's town Vioden to search for Linwe.
-It is now the morning of the second day.-
*Seylin and Bennett happen to stumble upon Sir. Amhurst and Bingham camping out on the riverside.
*Seylin and Bennett create a 'ruse' of 'saving' one of Bingham's daggers to gain their trust.
*Sir. Amhurst, Seylin, Bennett, and Bingham had started on their journey towards Tol Cave.Etc~ .*Areidene dreams of being a princess.
*Appearantly Sylvanis wanted Marak to marry her too.
*Areidene has been taken underground...for the time being.
*Sylvanis convinced Linwe that King Rudolfos is after her life.
*Seylin knows the entire underbelly of Tol Cave, and that it leads to the Black Tower.
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 9:53 am
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 6:54 am
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 6:55 am
Reserved in case I need to have a white/blacklist...lol
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 7:49 am
______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________【Despite the lies that you're making, your love is mine for the taking】✦┫M▪A▪R▪A▪K┣✦【I will be the one that's gonna hold you, I will be the one that you run to】 ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯  Buried underneath the ground, the goblin lands were shaded by the afternoon sunshine filtering through the lake. If not for the waters being so deep, the little goblin paradise could be easily witnessed by any men who deigned to take a little swim in the lake, and it was for that reason that there were workers always digging at the wall, expert dwarves laying the foundation, and permenant enchantments keeping the water from collapsing atop of Marak's hidden kingdom. Standing in an elaborately carved onyx balcony, as Goblins admired beautiful architecture as much as the next race, he tilted his head upwards to glimpse the afternoon sun gleaming down from under the surface of the water. In a place where no trees grew, Marak's great grandfather had commanded forests to be forged from metals and jewels; in the hopes of soothing the uncurable clausterphobia their stolen elven brides were plagued by. Turning his attention from the make-shift sun to the twinkling golden leaves in the forest far below his bedroom balcony, Marak tapped his six-fingered left hand against the onyx railing contemplatively. ' I am to visit Areidene as soon as the sun goes down...' thought he, and that required...a peculiar disguise.
Quilliq, one of Marak's advisors, only then walked through his open chamber door, his right orange owl's eye glowing contemplatively. Unlike every other race, Goblins varied in size, proportion, and abilities. Whilst Marak, compared to humans; was rather ugly, compared to other goblins...some of his subjects felt he was too 'elf pretty' to seriously command his authority with the wisdom required of him. However, there could be no other alternative. There could only be one Goblin King, and his name was Marak. A name shared by every Goblin King since the beginning of their race. Only one gender of a child could be borne to the royal line, a son. From son to son the throne passed; Marak to Marak. Magically, it was the way things were...and unlike his subjects, Marak was incapable of choosing a Goblin bride. The king had to always bring outside magic, blood, into his race. Which required stealing a bride, with his face...it was necessary.
Distracted by Marak's disguise, the silvery-blue feathered monkey-like creature with the right arm longer than his left clicked his beak together and narrowed his right, orange, eye in approval. Whether the elder goblin man meant it to lighten the mood, or get a rise out of the man he helped mentor since infancy, Quilliq chirruped like a bird and hissed a goblin statement towards his former pupil:
" Goodness, Marak...Perhaps you should stay a lady." to which Marak pointed the silver-blue, feathered, monkey-bird an intimidating stare. If he *stayed* a woman, he would never stop being subjected to 'feminine emotions' and other things which plagued a person beyond belief. Breathing out a sigh, Marak walked back inside his chamber to a mohogany desk engraved with Goblin symbols beside a matching chair made of cherry wood. Regardless of how...ugly...goblins were; void of any 'semetry' to their features as a general rule, Marak looked up at the seven-foot tall blue, feathered, monkey and picked up the embroidered blue gown he planned to wear for his visit with that adorable little farm girl Marak had...stolen...so long ago. As ugly as Goblins were; they adored beauty the most, perhaps because it was something they physically lacked. The possibility of seeing a beautiful goblin was very unlikely; but to see a horribly dressed Goblin was nigh impossible. Even the Goblins who scurried about on the floor like animals wore a fancy hat with a long feather plume, or a set of silk gloves specially made to contort to their...deformities. Eyeing the beautiful fabric with satisfactory glee at the expensive material, Marak sent his eldest advisor aside so that he could prep for the day, already having folded yet another glorious present to deliver to Areidene himself. Or should I say...herself.
" My dear Areidene...It will not be long before your safe at home; underground and stuck with me.", Thought Marak in devious glee, knowing from reading the brief journal of every Goblin King before him that all stolen brides settled into their new lives underground with all the expectations as a prisoner with no hope of bail. Yes, Marak was going to do everything in his power to make his bride happy...as Goblins required magic to procreate, and one of those necessary requirements was that the subjected bride was happy. Thus why sometimes a new Goblin King would not be born for as long as twenty years after marriage. ' Corpus bones, I hope it wont take that long...' Chuckling in fiendish delight, Marak could not help but remember the cruel joke he had played on Sylvanis by not telling her he had already kidnapped the real princess. Someday, that woman was going to discover the truth; and boy would she be mad at him. Which brings me to reveal yet another Goblin trait: They love nothing more in the world besides fashion than revenge...and practical jokes. Thankfully, Marak worked his jokes 'around' the needs of his people; as in his heart by birthright, nothing was more important to him than the hope of fathering a Goblin King that was better than himself. That, required him to sacrifice whatever foolish choice he might have otherwise dared to hope as a younger Goblin, his people would always come first...and that was where Areidene fit right into his plans...______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________xxxxxx【No, you'll never be alone; when darkness comes▬✦┫The Goblin King┣✦▬I'll light the night with stars; hear my whispers in the dark】 ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 8:00 pm
 "Papa, are there really Queens and Princesses that live up in the castle?" The brunette would whisper to her father before he tucked her in for the night, her eyes resting on the towers that stood brilliantly against the night sky, glittering the huge stars that she so desperately wanted to reach out and touch.
"Well, little one, there are many sorts of people who live in castles. The story of our royalty is a sad one. Would you like to hear it?" Of course, as a child, Areidene didn't mind hearing the story hundreds of times over. It was her favorite story. She could only imagine how the poor King felt, watching his wife day in and day out, touching the cold stone of her cheek, calling for his daughter from the highest point of the castle.
She would dream of the lost princess, she would dream it was her, the princes, returning home, and the Queen would love and they would cry and embrace her, but, of course, it was a dream. She was a farmer's daughter and nothing more. It was silly, simply a foolish girl's wish.
Years later, she would ask the same question, but would never once remain near her father long enough the hear the story, to even hear an answer. It had simply become a habit. "Papa, do Queens and Princesses really live up in the castle?" The man behind her merely smiled, resting a hand gently on her shoulder. "Of course little one, now hurry along, before the day becomes too warm for you the work in the fields."
Turning the young woman planted a soft kiss upon her father's cheek and slipped outside, barefooted and hair streaming like melted chocolate down her back. It was braided, around the crown of course, but hung between her shoulders, down her back, and danced in the cool wind. Crouching toward the soil, she collected her skirt in her hands, holding it in a sort of basket like fashion and began to drop crop into the cloth, singing quietly under her breath.
“The silence often of pure innocence persuades when speaking fails.” [ooc; eww post....]
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 10:12 pm
XXXXX❦Sўlvanǐs∲ßℓackbℓσσ∂ﻬ_______________________________________ ≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡ 
In the northern forest protruding out of the Cliffs of Insanity was erected the ancient ruins of Donguire. Once a fine, elven, castle; the place had been abandoned ever since the last of the elven kingdom had migrated to another land. Taking up residence within it's halls for the past twenty four of her fourty-two years of live, Sylvanis now sat in an aged yellow chair with her legs propped up on the matching stool. The fire roasting chestnuts a few feet from her ankles. The crackling noise of the orange bloom usually helped the young-looking woman gather her thoughts, and given the...delicasy...of the task ahead of her, Sylvanis certainly needed absolute clearity. ' Linwe is 'of age' now...Which will send men of all ages to my little abode in search for her. That cannot do...I dispise company...' Mentally chuckling at her joke, Sylvanis glanced around at all the little knick-knacks and magical concoctions aging like fine wine in the cabinet of bottles beside her. With a sigh, Sylvanis realized that she had all but -one- vital ingredient to birth a solution to that problem, and unfortunately that required being humble and asking the Goblin King for assistance. A scowl formed on her lips at the thought, because she knew that she had nothing to offer Marak to barter for that prize. ' Goblins never do anything for free... Unfortunately...'Narrowing her eyes, Sylvanis sighed and absentmindedly toyed with her sunset curls. It wasn't that -groveling- was beneath her in desperate circumstances; but, if she had to grovel to someone, Marak was the least desired person to grovel to. After the spell she had cast on Linwe at her birth 'celebration', she knew how mad the King was that he could -never- marry that royal brat she had locked away in the Black Tower. Then again...the idea of princess Linwe actually falling in love with that...ugly...man was almost comical, so kissing that Goblin wouldn't result in death. It would just be torture. Giggling accordingly at the thought, Sylvanis hid the gloomy cloud that descended upon her heart at the contemplation of such a scenario, and she crossed her arms before carelessly dropping the lock of hair she had been toying with. Her mood almost melancholy. ' I need Goblin blood, and I'll just have to grovel for it.' though she knew she would regret this decision. Goblins asking for a favor to be repaid later was always a 'n** in the bud'. Like looking forward to a terminal disease.
Almost leaping out of her favorite thinking chair, Sylvanis ran a comb through her gorgeous locks and snapped her fingers so that the flame choked out in the fireplace. Each hall she traveled through bloomed to life at the snap of her fingers, and died the moment she exited the chambers. Finally finding an aged wooden door in the dungeons, Sylvanis climped the fourteen flights of tower-like stone spiral stairs to a door that was locked and crafted from unbreakable metal. The room contained a magical mirror; the biggest one of it's kind that she could get her hands on. The material gathered from dwarven hands and forged by expert Goblin craftsmen, it was a rare; expensive, gem...it was quite literally: To die for, and Sylvanis did not regret spilling blood to get it. Touching the ebony glass, Sylvanis imagined the person she wanted to converse with and slowly the image of Marak's private chambers bubbled into the mirror as if the glass was a mere window seperating the rooms. Opening her eyes, Sylvanis raised her brow at seeing a woman who oddly resembled the Goblin king running her hands down a gorgeous blue and gold gown. Sylvanis was about to ask who the maiden was before she caught sight of the woman's six fingered left hand, and knew it was Marak in female form. No other goblin she had met looked almost symetrical that had six fingers. ' Marak cannot ever have siblings or cousins, so it must be him.', Why she caught the man wearing a dress was a question that would continue to p***k her, but she had transformed into a man herself; when it had been nessesary, so she could not doubt that he was only in another form because the situation demanded it. Reaching up her right hand, Sylvanis tapped upon the glass of the mirror in Marak's chambers until she turned around.
" Marak...What a surprise!", Discussing the 'elephant in the room' right from the start, Sylvanis saw Marak turn around from looking into another floor-to-ceiling length mirror on the wall opposite her 'window' and tilt her head at seeing her. Marak crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow in amusement, as if her popping up in his mirror was not as out-of-the-ordinary as it was. She debated starting this conversation off with a joke such as: ' you going to a tea party?', but felt it best not to waste time bantering with a creature who did not appreciate wasting his time. Clearing her throat with an awkward Blush, Sylvanis found herself strangely comforted that he was in the form of a 'woman', seeing him as a 'man' might have been too much. Swallowing the imaginary build-up in her throat, Sylvanis proceeded to open her mouth; though Marak had already walked up to the mirror and beat her to the punch.
" Verelle...Your still alive, I see. Enjoying those preservatives?", Sylvanis puffed her cheeks in irritation. ' Of course, -he- starts it off with a joke.' Expelling a breath from her nose in anger at the 'old lady' joke he had poked her way, Sylvanis narrowed her eyes at the 'woman' who had graciously covered her mouth to hide her chuckle. Disregarding this, silly ploy, Sylvanis pushed the joke aside to bring up what she summoned herself for.
" Enough games, Marak...you know why I'm here.", to which Sylvanis crossed her arms impatiently. ' Goblins...' Marak, still raising his amused eyebrow, chuckled once more into her dainty regular hand and thoughtfully scratched twiddled the five fingers of her left hand in mock contemplation. Although her face appeared playful, her yellow eyes were incredibly serious.
" To plead for my hand again?", Marak's yellow eyes welled up a little too cat-like in their curiosity for Sylvanis' taste. ' He just -had- to bring that up.' Shaking her head furiously, Sylvanis replied with a hint of bitterness to her tone.
" Urrrgh....Noooo!!! and you know it.", that ship had sailed when she was rejected the first time, and she did not wish to rekindle her disappointment by a being rejected a second time. It wasn't that she had been in love with Marak...but she had studied Goblin lore enough to know that the most powerful goblin protection charm, greater than all the magic Marak posessed (and he could whip her bottom without blinking if he desired to) was bestowed upon his bride, and at the time she had wanted the charm. Even if Sylvanis possessed all the power of the Machdig, she was still vulnerable to death and destruction, and that charm was the most powerful protection magic that existed. But living forever underground was not to her taste, and he had not appreciated her 'suggestion' of taking over Arcwyn and ruling Gilder together. The strange man prefered living under the soil, and unlike Rudolfos...Marak hadn't been even the slightest bit captivated by her wiles at all. ' Freakish...celebate...goblin...wouldn't even look at me.' Shaking her head in agitation at the past, Sylvanis recrossed her arms and batted her eyelashes anyway. Forgetting that Marak, being in female form, would not even consider any woman attractive in that regard.
" I'm sure your scouts have discovered the 'decree' King Rudolfos posted on practically every tree. You can imagine what will happen if knights and soldiers try and storm my keep in search of Linwe." Marak tilted her head in curiosity, crossing her arms and widening her eyes in intrigue. The idea of her being in 'danger' was obviously a joyful thought. Sylvanis pouted in irritation before continuing:
" All our plans will be ruined Marak, if they get ahold of Linwe, so to ensure her safety from the outside world, I am going to ressurect Gustalfore...inside myself. If I cannot keep my own prisoner captive, then I am a failure as a sorceress regardless...and for that I need--" Marak interrupted Sylvanis in a sweet and contemplative voice. The female version of Marak sounding and looking better than his male counterpart.
" You need my blood.", Sylvanis nodded at his words, pleased that he had brought up the subject better than she could have managed wording it. She knew what he would want in return, and at this point, how could she refuse? Surprisingly, Marak 'hmm'ed and did not bring up what she thought he would request. Pacing a few feet back and forth, Marak delayed 'her' responce.
" Promise me Linwe, like we agreed upon. " Sylvanis cringed at hearing those words...' But I cursed her! Why would he waste his time on a doomed bride?!? She would die if she fell for him...', With a mental laugh, Marak must have be counting on his ugliness to prevent that from happening. Even Sylvanis knew that eventually prisoners tried to make the 'best' of their prisons, and eventually she might fall for him...which begged the question: ' If he can't make her fall in love with him -which is needed for Linwe to even concieve his goblin brat- without killing her...why would he want Linwe?' No reasonable conclusion could be made, and all Sylvanis got for contemplating it was the beginnings of a monsterous headache. Growling in frustration, Sylvanis shook her head at having sunk this low, and exhaled a defeated breath. Her wavy sunset tresses cloaking her face. ' He...he thinks the King's Wife Charm will save her...', and it just might...
" I...I cannot remove the curse from her Marak......But I promise you, she's yours. However! she shall not live with you until she has activated the Machdig. That was our bargain! I must have that power..." Fearing an emotional display, Sylvanis kept her face covered as the female Marak looked upon her with an expression very close to 'pity'. Not wanting to look up to see it, Sylvanis kept her head lowered and tightened her arms across her chest. That little wench was getting the protection charm she had wanted, and at that point Sylvanis genuinely believed that there was no justice in the world. ' What can I say; no? I cannot prevent Linwe from discovery if I cannot even defend myself from the hoards of men who would want to rescue Linwe from my Black Tower. I...have no other choice.'
" Then we have an accord. I shall meet you at the Black Tower tomorrow at sunset...I'd best pay another visit to my betrothed." Hearing Marak say that with a woman's tone was almost comical; but, the urge to giggle did not allow the bitter lickings of dread and disappointment to leave her heart. Sylvanis' life would have a better ending than the beginning, even if she had to resort to drastic measures to kill that little wench before Marak could have her. In no way was that Goblin going to have the ending he wanted, not after what he pulled. The man had visited Linwe in the castle from time to time, giving her presents, so it wasn't like him and Linwe were strangers. Much to Sylvanis' distaste.
" We have an accord.", Sylvanis echoed before the image faded away to nothing. If Goblin magic didn't prevent her from doing so, she could have just envisioned the room and walked through the mirror to converse with Marak; but, for once she was thankful that she was not all-powerful...yet...
~ Hours later...~
Touching the mirror again as the sun finally set in the sky, the image of Linwe's bedchamber flooded into her mind, and Sylvanis opened her eyes and stepped through the mirror linking her little abode with the Black Tower. The Cliffs of Insanity thankfully making mirror-travel or flight the only two options avaliable to access the monumental dungeon. Hearing Linwe in a chamber nearby, Sylvanis waltzed into the adjecent room with her arms outstretched in a joyious greeting.
" Linwe, darling! Dost thou fare well?", Sylvanis questioned lovingly as she tried to fold her arms around her adopted child in a warm embrace. Her tone waxed with a dallop of honey, Sylvanis' mouth curled in sunshine delight. Genuinely enraptured in the hope of seeing Linwe's bright and shining face.
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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 1:20 am
______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________【Despite the lies that you're making, your love is mine for the taking】✦┫M▪A▪R▪A▪K┣✦【I will be the one that's gonna hold you, I will be the one that you run to】 ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯ As the final licks of the sun started to fade from the colorful sky, and the hour of twilight emerged, a black stallion slowly ventured out of the forest seperating Rorot lake from the rest of the world. Atop of that stallion, sat the lovely female Marak; wearing a beige cloak over her gold and blue gown. Only cantering at the moment, there being no need to rush with the farm now in sight, 'Mara' could see Areidene finishing the last of the farmwork a small distance away.
Raising her hand and politely waving, Mara stepped off of the horse and lead the handsome beast into the stable before carrying her neatly wrapped present towards where Areidene now stood. Seeing her 'cherished friend' with a thoughtful expression, Mara tilted her head in curiosity and held the wrapped gift close to her chest. As if cradling a treasure.
" Areidene, my darling friend; How do you fare this evening?", Mara said in a kind voice painted with genuine concern. Her beautiful - for a goblin- features glistening beneath the final rays of the sun. Barely reacting when she took notice of how dirty Areidene's hands were compared to her own, Mara hoped to give her 'friend' her gift inside after Areidene washed her hands. Smiling affectionately, Mara perked her ears to better hear any answer Areidene would make before 'Mara' began to walk towards the house. Hearing Areidene's name was always a joy, even if she was the one who said it, as 'Areidene' meant in goblin: King's Wife. Marak had thought it was fitting at the time. Whatever the name meant in the common tongue was probably just as lovely, but it mattered little to him compared to the 'hidden' meaning he had bestowed on the farmgirl. ' Still dreaming about being a princess?', Mara thought with a cherished mental giggle, knowing full well the subject she hoped to bring up during their visit tonight...and patting the bundle she cradled to her chest, Mara waited to see Areidene's eyes light up the way they usually did at seeing her 'friend' bringing her more presents. Seeing Areidene happy always brought Marak, I mean Mara, joy and today was no exception.
" I have brought a gift for you..." ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________xxxxxx【No, you'll never be alone; when darkness comes▬✦┫The Goblin King┣✦▬I'll light the night with stars; hear my whispers in the dark】 ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯
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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 12:55 pm
Areidene knelt in the dirt, her knees pressed into the ground, stains forming on stains, sinking into the fibers of the skirt she wore, never to be quite clean, and she loved it. Her body smelled of earth, her hair smelled of the flowers she had braided into it, those that had fallen from their hold as she worked, scattered behind her like a trail of bread crumbs. She sang to herself as she worked, a silly, wordless tune that she would have more easily whistled, if she had had that talent. Her palms were black with soil, pressed deep into the ground, replanting what she had taken out for their table.
Taking no notice of the fading light, Areidene's attention was caught only by the sound of her name from familiar lips. "Mara!" A bright, joyous smile lit her face as she stood, brushing the dirt from her body as best she could. Throwing her arms around her goblin friend, Areidene planted the softest of kisses upon her cheek. "One could fare no better than I this evening, surrounded by friends and under the most beautiful of skies." She grinned, dark eyes sparkling as they danced over the gift Mara held in her hands. "Why do you bring me such things Mara? You know I do not need them. I am happy playing in the dirt and looking toward the stars." Laughing, she took the woman's hand and lead her into the house. "What is a poor farmer's daughter to do with such beautiful things?-Papa! Papa! Mara is here!"
Calling into the depths of the cottage, she smiled, scampering out to greet her father in a warm embrace, kissing his prickly chin and retreating into her room to wash up. After all, it was rude to remain as informal as she was with company. With the farmer standing before Mara, offering her the single chair in their home, he remained silent, staring at his feet. Worried what this visit might bring, Areidene was of age and, perhaps, the time had come.
Areidene returned then, dressed in a woven white dress, tied at the shoulders and belted at the waist with a silken scarf Mara had given to her several years prior. Hands and face clean, her skin had returned to its natural rosiness. Taking up her place behind the loom, Areidene began to weave, her nightly chore to keep her father clothed. Eyes never leaving Mara's face, she smiled gently. "What brings you back Mara?"
“The silence often of pure innocence persuades when speaking fails.” [ooc; ]
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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 7:21 pm
______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________【Despite the lies that you're making, your love is mine for the taking】✦┫M▪A▪R▪A▪K┣✦【I will be the one that's gonna hold you, I will be the one that you run to】 ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯ Too joyious at seeing Areidene's happy face to grimace at the fresh coat of dirt sticking to her cloak, Mara cheerfully returned the embrace and folded her arms around her friend. Squeezing a slight bit less tight as she usually did, simply because 'she' knew the time was approaching, and what she planned on asking later might dampen their friendship. A cheerful pinkish tone touching her pale cheeks at the kiss of friendship on her cheek. Being in 'woman' form meant Marak contemplated all matters from a woman's perspective, and at the moment he did not even contemplate that it was his 'betrothed' kissing his cheek, at the moment it was only a cherished friend expressing her affection.
Hearing Areidene's insistance that she did not require his luxurious presents, for the hundredth time, only caused Mara to shake her head and smile. ' The child likes -elf- things...The moon, the stars, flowers...Such a pity...', Mara let her dainty hand cover her mouth when she giggled and shook her head politely.
" Oh, what is the point of being wealthy when you cannot bestow lavish gifts on your cherished ones?", and giggling at her comment, Marak followed Areidene inside the homely cottage and performed a polite curtsy towards her father. The man was one of his trusted subjects, who was exactly three drops Goblin, and the grandson of a very prominant gnomish dwarf. Which meant his farming skills would have greatly surpassed the average human, and Marak often gathered the vegetables for his own table from this quaint little farm. Although Mara would normally feel no guilt whatsoever in 'stealing' her father's favorite chair, Mara shook her head and approached her father when Areidene left the room. Speaking in Goblin tongue to avoid even the possibility of Areidene overhearing their conversation, she smiled and raised her hand to reveal her signet ring; as if the man would need the 'reminder' that Marak was the ultimate authority in this house.
" It shall be soon...but not today." Feeling a twinge in his gut that it was wise not to reveal the exact time he planned on...escorting Areidene underground, Mara curtsied and offered her father 'William' his chair. Smiling brightly upon seeing Areidene entering the room, Marak bent 'her' head in respect before walking her quiet feet towards Areidene's bedchamber. Small as it was, the subject Marak hoped to bring up required a level of privacy.
" Have I ever needed a reason before?" Mara mumbled with a smile; purposefully avoiding the question as she sat down on the edge of Areidene's bed and folded her hands in her lap. Handing Areidene the cloth-wrapped bundle, Mara smiled gently in the hopes of her gift being appreciated. Inside, was a gown sewn from elven fabric and sealed with an anti-soiling charm so that the material never needed washing. With Areidene, it was a requirement. ' I'd best get to the point...'
Still smiling her kind little smile, Mara re-set her hands in her lap upon removing the cloak from her shoulders. As the fabric simply laid on Areidene's bed, Mara felt more comfortable to bring up the subject. They had always talked about goblin life at one point during all their visits, and Mara had always graciously answered any questions she might have had. Tonight was, also, to be no exception; and perhaps the most important night to date in all their visits since Areidene's 'imprisonment'.
" Areidene...I...have news...About the Goblin king." she decided to bring it up subtly, as they had conversed briskly every so often about the 'Goblin King'. The irony that the person in question was already sitting on her bed not showing on Mara's face. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________xxxxxx【No, you'll never be alone; when darkness comes▬✦┫The Goblin King┣✦▬I'll light the night with stars; hear my whispers in the dark】 ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯
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