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 Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 8:01 pm
 Areidene smiled, pulling the gift into her lap, opening it with trembling hands. Tears sprang to her eyes, her lower lip trembling. "Mara...its...its beautiful. I-...Its beautiful." Finding no words to thank her friend, she stood, laying the garment across the bed, pulling off her plain dress, working with its ties until it dropped to the floor, leaving her standing mostly nude in the room, comfortable with the woman she had known all her life. Wearing only a shear under-dress, she reached for the golden gift she had received, the shear cloth pulling tight over her small breasts.
Pulling the dress over her head, allowing it to fall about her hips and legs, she smiled to her friend, running her fingers through her thick locks. "What of Goblin King?" She responded, running her fingers over the foreign skirts. "Mara...this really is the most amazing thing you have ever given me. I haven't the slightest idea when I will ever have the chance to wear a golden gown but...I love it. Thank you."
She could feel her heart swell. Never could she imagine someone could care for her so dearly to give so much. It took all she had to keep from rushing to her father to dance about in the gown. In fact, she did feel like a princess, as she still secretly dreamed.
“The silence often of pure innocence persuades when speaking fails.” [ooc; fail ]
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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 8:14 pm
• ➳ • ➳ • ➳ • ❝I swear by my sword, I will bring you to safety❞
or D I E trying 
Ever since the decree had been posted, Amherst had the plan to sign up. Ever since he was knighted, he felt pride in himself. He had always wanted to be a knight ever since he was a young boy training at the castle. His father had been a valiant knight, he died in battle when Amherst was only fifteen of age. When it was time for him to go into battle, Amherst went in (sword unsheathed) with the thought that he would over come, he would defeat, he would make his father proud. His mother tried to take care of him as best she could, but Amherst refused to let her.
He wanted to prove himself, that he was a valiant knight and could be his own person. The King's newly posted decree was the next step to his knighthood, rescuing the princess would be his best feat. It wasn't for fame, that wasn't what he wanted, it was just for him to prove that he was a great knight. He wanted to be able to feel as if he made his father (and the King) proud. Amherst let out a sigh as he stared down at his sword as he lay on his workbench. It was his father's. The handle was worn, but when Amherst held it, it felt right. It was the right weight and evenly balanced. He noted the message written within the blade, it was a language Amherst never understood, but his mother had told him it meant that to hold that sword was to be the most noblest of knights. Amherst felt odd knowing the sword was meant for his father's wielding, so he wasn't the true 'nobel knight'.
He turned to look at his armor, all shined and fixed up. Amherst smiled and brushed back his long locks of hair, he had to make his people proud. He slid his armor on slowly, taking in every breath as if it was new. Once he was prepared, he sheathed his sword on his left side and rushed to his horse. "Hey, Midnight..." He cooed to the all white horse. "I missed you, girl." He laughed as the horse whinnied. He finished packing the bags and tucked it into the saddle of the horse. He noted the darkening sky and decided he was better late than never to start his journey.
"Amherst!" His mother rushed out in her nightgown, a worried look on her face. "You can't leave now..." Her blue eyes filled with tears as her lip quivered. Amherst made his way over to his mother, Darla, and placed a hand on her cheek. "It's my duty, I must." He turned and climbed onto the horse. "I will come back when my quest is fulfilled." With a kick in the horse's side, he was off. His mother was left in the threshold of her home with a scared tear running down her cheek.
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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 9:49 pm
Bingham Langcaster
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Resting on the back of a chestnut mare named: Rowena, Bingham Langcaster crested his chin in order to take a better look at the twilight sky. The sunset always brought out a sense of hope in Bingham...as if the darkness whispered tales of unfought adventures waiting to happen. Once more, like every night signified since his infancy, Bingham looked up at the castles the black clouds were making in the sky as if they beckoned him to leave. To just abandon his responsibilities and answer the call of the night. Whispering hopes that Bingham wouldn't have to stay some simpleton the rest of his life. Unlike some, Bingham had not the family connections to pursue knighthood, or the financial benefits to purchase for himself a title. ' I was lucky just to be born into a tradesman family...' Bingham thought to himself as Rowena cantered down the road leading to Arcwyn from Romanes Village. For one moment, playfully considering leaving this village behind, he registered that he had plenty of newly forged weapons, a rucksack that could double as a convenient pillow, and plenty of food to last him three days in the wilderness if he rationed it. ' Even if I left...where would I go? No one has been able to discover the princess, and the few who went to Donguire never returned home...' Pursing his lips in contemplation, Bingham was torn from his thoughts at the sound of a horse rushing down the road. Immediately recognizing the rider, a man he had sparred with as a boy, Bingham grinned and hurriedly waved to get the man's attention.
" Amhurst!!! Oy!!! Ov'ah 'ere!", Bingham shouted at the top of his lungs. Still waving like a loon, his peasant manners very appearant in the ridiculous display, Bingham smacked Rowena on the rump to spur her into matching Sir. Rolfe's speed down the trail. His wooden card wobbling awkwardly behind him.
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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 10:47 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】 ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯ 
Marak's gentle smile blossomed into a delighted grin; warming brighter like the sun, as Areidene seemed to bask in the gift he had bestowed. Not even considering that Areidene's quaint little room was without a proper 'changing screen', Mara widened her eyes when Areidene started to stip in front of her. ' Goodness! What are they teaching this child?'It wasn't that Marak was capable of thinking in that regard while he was a woman, but he knew that if he had the image in his head later it might toy with his mind occassionally. Giving in to fantasy was never something Marak wasted his time on, and he did not even want to debate allowing impure images to ever flood through his mind until he was married and settled. ' No sense growing too attached before that point.'Not wanting to even risk such a thing, Mara politely turned her head towards the window and looked out onto the darkness. The sunshine having faded almost completely from the earth by now. Thinking he saw a white owl perched in the tree, Marak stood from the bed and casually closed the beige flax curtains to prevent the goblin scouts posted to guard Areidene from seeing the young woman in her underwear
Peeking her head towards Areidene after a few moments only to await the moment when she was 'decent' once more, Mara turned around fully at finding Areidene clothed in the intricate fabric. Being a lover of fashion and beauty like any Goblin, Mara could not help but smile in excited glee at seeing so beautiful a woman showing off such a gorgeous ensemble. A grin forcing some color to her pale cheeks.
" Oh Areidene...its like that dress was made for you.", Mara politely chuckled into her hand because it had been. Circling Areidene to better servey the muse from all angles, Marak stopped in front of her and tilted her head in appreciation. ' So very pretty...' Remembering the reason why he had come tonight, Mara sat back down on the bed and tried to clasp her friend's hand in a compassionate manner. Complete innocense in her eyes as she smiled at her beautiful friend.
" Your not a child anymore Areidene...and I'm sure I am not the only one who has noticed..." Mara swallowed and glanced quickly at the floorboards. Suddenly, and in all womanly fashion, nervous about the subject her male counterpart would have no hesitation at all in discussing. ' I need to change back soon...before my heart liquifies itself...' Smiling at her mental joke, Mara used goblin magic to close the door to give them some more privacy.
" As you know...I am a high-born Goblin maiden, so I know the king as an intimate friend...and I am proud to say that you have attracted his attention. " Fearing a sudden, bad, reaction; Mara's face contorted with worry and concern and she tried to lovingly cling to her friend's hand as if to prevent her from storming out of the room before she could finish her statement.
" How would you like to be a queen Areidene? I know you have never been there...but it is truly beautiful underground...and seeing the sunrise underneath the lake is breathtaking. You would never need to work outside unless you wanted to...and you would have a place to wear all the gowns you could possibly want. He's...always been one to dote, so you could have just about anything you wanted..." Mara's voice almost sounded watery. As if her throat had begun to fill up with unshed tears. Truth be told, Mara was afraid of scaring her friend, and hoped she wouldn't have to resort to stealing Areidene against her will. Being a woman always complicated every emotion she experienced, and looking at the situation from a feminine point of view had taken Marak some getting used to. Another thought preyed on her mind, and Mara had to be honest in stating it:
" Besides...if you lived close-by...we wouldn't have to wait six to eight months between visits. I do miss seeing you Areidene...and its either you marry a goblin, or I marry a human and..." she pointed at her yellow-eyed face with her six-fingered left hand. A tearful chuckle expelling from her emotional lips, as if that gesture alone ended any debate on the latter part of her subject.
" I highly doubt that would be a possibility...for me..." Mara, in a lighter mood, might have mentally chuckled at the truthful 'lie' she was telling Areidene; but, at the moment she was too emotional to laugh at her ugliness. Looking down at her hands, Mara let her hair cover her downcasted face.
" Its...its not every day one has a chance at royalty Areidene..." Mara shyly looked back up at her beautiful friend in the hopes that she would at least seriously consider the matter. Fear of seeing outright disgust on her friend's face keeping her from looking Areidene in the eye. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________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 10:51 pm
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Oƒ αηoŧһєr plαċє ίη ŧίmє...XX
Ŵһєrє my ƒαmίlỵ's ƒrom....XXX  The wind rushed by as she slowly gathered speed. The sensation of flying was quite nice and just feeling the wind as she moved through it was enough to put a smile on her face. She wasn’t even flying but rather running, something she never really got a chance to do. Linwe felt completely free as she ran. It didn’t matter where she was running to or how far it was. She had been running for what seemed like hours and she wasn’t even tired yet. She felt as if she could carry on this way forever…
The dream was quite nice. It wasn’t the first dream that Linwe had like that. She had several dreams like that before and she knew she would have them again. Linwe was a dreamer. It was as simple as that. Linwe loved to dream and she was rather good at it. She would dream up these fantastic places to visit. Normally the places would be big open areas where she could just spread her legs and have all kinds of room to move around in.
Linwe only knew this tower that she was in. She had been told why she was to stay in the tower before but she never could understand the complete reason. She put her faith in her mother. Her mother surly had a good reason for keeping her here. And it wasn’t as if Linwe had been alone in the tower. Her mother visited her often enough to keep her company. Also Marak visited on occasion. They were the only two people that Linwe knew of. She longed to out in the world and see new places but she was also nervous to ask her mother of such a thing. Instead, she simply tried to sustain herself with looking out the window and just imagine what it would be like.
This was the state Linwe was in when her mother, Sylvanis, came to her. Upon hearing her mother’s voice, Linwe turned to her, smiling. She picked herself up from her sitting position by the window and went to greet her. ”Mother, I am quite well. I have missed you.” She wrapped her arms around the woman before in a loving hug that was only to be expected from a daughter.
(I hope this is alright for my first post.)
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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 11:32 pm
Areidene's face seemed to crumple for a moment, crumple and twist into an frightened, disgusted mask before smoothing, a forced, gentle smile replacing the revulsion. "Mara...I have never met the King...I can't very well marry a man...or...or a, a goblin I have never met." She flushed darkly, her eyes down cast. "Mara...is...is that why you are here? Has he, has he sent you to ask me-my God! Mara! Are you...are you reporting back to him? Is that why you have been doing? How else would he know of me?!"
Tears welled up in the young woman's eyes, hands trembling weakly as she sank onto the bed, weeping into her hands. "I wont marry him! I wont marry anyone. Mara I can't! I wont. I wont leave Papa, I wont I wont live underground." She sobbed weakly, looking miserably to her friend. Wiping the tears from her face, she shook her head. "I'm sorry Mara. I'm sorry, I'm just...I have never thought of marriage before. I-..I'm sorry" Pulling the dress over her head she slid into her farm clothes, hands shaking almost too violently to tie the ties. "I-...I think I need to...to step outside for a short while. Please, excuse me Mara."
Sliding out the door as any lady would, the panicking girl ran as fast as her cool, bare feet would allow, bursting through the front door and into the growing darkness, heading for the trees, climbing the tallest until she found a branch large enough the stretch out on. Eyes on the stars, she let out a shaky breath. Mara was right, they could see each other far more often, she would be royalty, but, but the Goblin King. He was old enough to be her father, he was not...a creature she had ever planned on meeting, much less building a life with. Goblins were not the sort of creatures she wished to associate with, Mara was an exception, she was a kind hearted, beautiful person. Perhaps, the King would be the same. Perhaps she could grow to like him, if they had met.
“The silence often of pure innocence persuades when speaking fails.” [ooc; ]
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Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2010 12:13 am
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Almost snuggling the blossoming young woman in her arms, Sylvanis parted the hug and briskly kissed the girl on the cheek like any adopted mother would. Brushing her brown locks behind Linwe's ear, Sylvanis blinked appreciatively at her beautiful child before walking her towards the door. Gently leading her towards the dining room where a meal had been prepared earlier in Donguire Castle, Sylvanis simply snapped her fingers and the meal was on the table. Still steaming from being pulled out of the oven. The freshly roasted bread perhaps filled the room the most, and Sylvanis closed her eyes in savoring the pleasant aroma. I had best warn her ahead of time...
" Marak is visiting us tomorrow...So it might be best to tidy up the tower a little bit. You know how persnickety Goblins can be.", Sylvanis was lying through her teeth, just trying to find more viable reasons for Linwe to possibly distaste the man. Marak had always been sweet on Linwe; but, he did have a certain 'cringe' about him that prevented him from lying to her little child. Honesty was not always the golden gem it was thought to be. Nothing cut quite like honesty. Shaking her head at the distaste sharing the same air with that goblin would bring, Sylvanis gave her daughter a peck on the forehead and motioned for her to sit down in her dinner chair.
" Perhaps he will take you archery training...", Not wanting to discuss that man any longer, Sylvanis sat down before her plate and held a long wick candle in front of her. Breating life into the string, the flame caught fire before Sylvanis reset the candle back on it's stand to help illuminate the room.
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Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2010 1:18 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】 ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯
To admit the truth to herself, Mara had anticipated rejection. She had anticipated disgust, but seeing Areidene balling into her hands was not something Mara had prepared herself for.
"Mara...I have never met the King...I can't very well marry a man...or...or a, a goblin I have never met." Mara looked at her friend intensely; as the color darkening her face was acutely painful to witness. "Mara...is...is that why you are here? Has he, has he sent you to ask me-my God! Mara! Are you...are you reporting back to him? Is that why you have been doing? How else would he know of me?!"
At hearing the accusation Mara found herself unable to respond. Her mouth open in perpetual dismay, Mara could only think the words she wanted to say as she sat there watching Areidene weeping into her hands. Still haunted by her words moments after they had been uttered, Mara continued to wordlessly gaze at her friend. Her face frozen in painful agony of the heartwrenching phrases spilling out of her mouth. ' Lie! or tell her the truth! Say -something-!' Mara tried to command herself, pondering things as a woman effecting Marak's sense of clarity. Thankfully, he knew better than to risk spoiling everything by breaking his disguise or making up another lie. Mara could only look at her friend with an apologetic face, to allow her to come up with her own conclusions. ' I'm sorry Areidene...but you don't have a choice in the matter.' ', knowing humans well enough to know when they needed space, Mara simply nodded as a tear began to fall down her cheek. Only walking as far as the living room, Mara did not even look at her 'pretend' father who was trying not to chuckle in his armchair. Of course, that man would know his 'daughter' would reject him and though her even asking was foolish. It was, but at least Marak had tried to be considerate. Hearing the door close shut as Areidene disappeared into the darkness forced Mara to gaze down at the floorboards for a moment before a noise pulled her away from her thoughts.
Seeing Areidene's abnormally large ginger housecat scratching the rug near her leg, Mara bent low and chattered quiet-cat calls to him. The cat being yet another goblin set in place to protect Areidene until the opportune time. Unfortunately, the opportune time was to become sooner than intentioned. ' Once she's underground, I'll explain everything...' and telling the 'cute kitty' to assemble with the other scounts hiding as animals nearby; Marak conveyed to them that the time had come.
Ariedene's father, who understood Goblin enough to know that the 'cat noises' were not actual cat noises, stood from the chair to overhear the conversation. Hearing Marak and the cat conversaing back and forth, he heard enough to know that the plans had either suddenly changed; or his King had lied to him. Knowing Marak the way he did, the latter was the probable choice.
" No! Not -now-, can't you see that she's distraught?" Said he; in earnest hope of perhaps swaying Marak's mind to allow the child he and his bride had grown attached to, to stay with them a little longer. Marak knew they would grow fond of the little princess; and mara, in her gracious curtsy, could only attempt to smile sympathetically. Walking towards the man and gently placing her hand comfortingly at his shoulder.
" Its already a year over-due...Stalling more time will only make the transition more painful..." The man was not happy about the sudden removal of his adopted child, but he knew his King was right. Goblin wives were usually stolen, and the Kings Bride was always a matter important to every goblin, as without the birth new King their race would dwindle into nothing. ' Someday you'll forgive me Areidene...Human anger never lasts forever.' and bowing in respect once more to Areidene's adopted parents, Mara used her perfect night-eyes to glimpse the ginger cat rubbing itself against the trunk of the tree Areidene was hiding in.
' I cannot believe I am so distraught over this...It has to happen, I know this, but the pain in her eyes...' Mara could not deny the inevitable amber fluid running down her face as she walked strait beneath that tree and looked up at her friend. Whether or not they would still be friends after tonight plagued Mara deeply, but she would not allow her feelings to corrupt her judgement. As Mara began to speak, all the little creatures -including her pet cat- transformed into hooded Goblin men. A miniature army of fifteen shadowy figures staring up at the tree Areidene was in. Marak had given her a fifteen minute lapse to gather her thoughts before walking outside, and Mara hoped that would be enough.
" I am sorry Areidene...From the bottom of my heart, I cannot tell you how much your pain shatters me...but I have no choice Areine..." Mara quoted her old nickname in her tear-ridden, fluid drenched, tongue. Ther sorrow choking her words from coming out as smoothly as she could hope.
" You can come willingly, or these men will bind and drag you...but your coming underground with me tonight. I have no other option Areidene...and I hope someday you'll be able to understand." Marak didn't wait before turning her head just a slight bit to the right to a snowy white owl landing on a branch beside Areidene. Flapping it's wings once with a squall omitting from it's beak, the large owl turned into another hooded figure and sat there on the branches holding magical elven rope. His, or her, eyes downcasted and watching Mara's hand for future orders. Mara's heart pounding in her chest in the hopes of not having to capture Areidene tonight. ' Please make this easy on both of us and come...I don't want you to get hurt...' ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________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: Tue Dec 28, 2010 1:51 am
Areidene had lain on the branch, crying in silence, fighting with herself over the proposition her closest friend had made her. But her mind was made up. She would not go. How could Mara even suggest that she give up the stairs and the moon and the trees? The sun and the air and the smell of warm dirt on her hands, in her hair? The first scream that broke her lips came when the goblins, all creatures she had know, that she had trusted, that she had spilled her darkest dreams to, encircled the trunk of the tree. The appearance of Mara among them only brought for the tiniest of broken whimpers. Tears anew streaming blindingly down her cheeks, she shook her head, spitting fiery protests at the woman she had once loved.
"You have many choices Mara! You have hundreds of choices! There are thousands of girls in this Kingdom, you are a sick, twisted goblin as ugly as the rest if you think it has been right what you have done! You make me sick! I will never go underground never! I will run from you until the day I die, I will fight you I will make your life and his a living hell until I am returned safely! Your filthy King has made a poor choice of brides! I have heard the stories and I will never understand! Never! Looking at you makes me sick I hate you! I will always hate you because you are a sick, filthy goblin!" Her furious cries were punctuated with a loud, long scream, her eyes locked on the goblin in the tree, the one holding the rope. Digging frantically in her pockets, she withdrew the smallest of blades, a blade her father had once made her promise to carry, for fear she would be attacked while working the fields or playing in the forest along.
"I-if you take...o-one step closer I swear I w=will kill you-Papa!" The terrified girl screamed, sobs wracking her body. "Papa please! Please help me!" The man simply stood in the doorway, holding his wife, both mourning the loss of their daughter. "You all make me sick! I hate you all! You all deserve to die." Sobbing, her voice broken with sobs, she began to cry for help, praying someone, anyone, would hear her, that they were close, that they would come and help her. "Help me! God help me please! Anyone! They are going to hurt me! They are going to take me away! Please! Help me!"
Reaching for the nearest branch, she began to climb, drawing from every ounce of strength she had to pull herself higher. Her bare feet, though toughened by years of remaining shoe-less, were pricked, the rough bark of the trunk biting into her feet, into her hands, as she climbed. Somewhere, deep inside herself, Areidene knew there was nowhere she could hide, nothing in the tree that could save her. Going higher could do nothing, somewhere under the cloud of panic and fury that had engulfed her, she knew there was no escape. But she had dreamed of a man rescuing her from her home, riding bravely from the woods to scoop her away to the castle where she would live forever and plant hundreds of gardens. Perhaps this day, it would be true.
"Please! Anyone God please don't let them take me! I don't want to go underground. Please." She did not know, any longer with whom she pleaded. She was being stolen, like the other brides, the one she had heard of, the women she had read of. Sobbing, the innocent girl clung to a dangerously thin branch, choking on her tears. She wouldn't go. Not without a fight. She would never be happy. She would fight with him, hurt him, kill him if she got the chance. She would never live with the Goblin King.
"Please..." She whispered, a silent prayer to any god that happened to listen to the cries of a farmer's daughter.
“The silence often of pure innocence persuades when speaking fails.” [ooc; umm...wow...sorry...that was...more dramatic than I meant it to be.....0.o]
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Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2010 2:56 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】 ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯
Marak stood there at the bottom of the tree, the whites of her eyes almost blood red in weariness from the amber tears streaming down her face. As much emotion as was spilling down the front of her blue dress, her face did not change its almost heartless expression. There was no smile, there was no frown, there was only the brutal stare a statue might issue. Her eyes being the only thing which showed emotion as Mara emotionally shoved up her walls towards every verbal attack she fired at his heart. Reacting like every stolen goblin bride, Marak was undetered in his expectation of this kind of an outburst. ' Perhaps I should have just raised her underground with me...but then Sylvanis would have realized I had allowed her to steal a changeling. Somehow, word always gets out.' Not even taking the time to listen to her outburst, Marak turned his attention to the former owl who had been in the tree. The goblin soldier still awaiting an order. ' If she doesn't want to leave the tree...we'll just take the tree with us.'
" Weevel, get out of the tree.", Almost barking her order, Mara lifted her magical hand, her six fingered hand, and muttered an elvish incantation. After all, why waste time trying to pry Areidene from the tree and injure her when they could just move the tree. As the tree started to crackle and crunch, its roots started sputtering about as if it had newly-formed legs. Knowing she would probably be clinging to it for dear life, Marak began mumbling another incantation, and the stumbling tree started to levitate towards the nearby field. Only then allowing a laugh to escape his mouth the feebleness of Areidene's words, Mara tied a length of the elven rope around the trunk and led the tree along as if it was a new pet.
Enchanting the tree so that the bark became sticky, Marak laughed her womanly chuckle with her dainty hand over her face. Unless she dropped into their 'waiting' goblin arms her soon-to-be-glued hands weren't going anywhere. With several entrances into the goblin world, entering through any of the nearby gates was impossible given the tree they were carting behind them. Magic was the only answer, and upon walking to the field shortly near them so that no neighboring trees would interfere, Marak began to mumble another incantation in her feminine tongue and the ground began to quiver and shake beneath them. Lowering as if the invention of elevators had already been created; both the goblins, and the tree sank into the darkness beneath the earth. Eventually the sinking feeling stopped; but at that point, they were completely underground. Incased in the darkness of an almost tunnel-like chamber. The only thing comforting about the pitch black room being the unique smell of a pleasant incense permeating the atmosphere.
Standing in the darkness, Mara raised her magical hand to remove the sticky-ness from the tree; however, she made no efforts to pry Areidene from it's branches. The girl was underground, and whenever she was emotionally ready to have a -grown up- conversation, he would be ready to converse. Until then, Marak lit a gentle torch to give his captive the ability to see well-enough to know Mara was still in the room. Only two of the miniature army remained in the room; standing in front of the glistening onyx door with intricate metallic spears in their hands...or claws. The cloaks still hiding their appearances from view.
" Areidene...I'm going to tell you the very first thing about being royal...", Mara said softly as she sat down on a stone bench as delicately as possible and turned her face up from the ground to affectionately gaze into Areidene's eyes.
" You have to shove your dreams in a drawer and put the needs of your people before your own...You have to do what needs to be done...no matter how painful it is for you." Mara outwardly spoke those words to Areidene to knock some realism into her brain; but, she had also spoken those words towards herself. Speaking from her own experiences. Cackling some foreign goblin words towards the men standing at the door, the four-foot-high hooded figure on the left followed the eight-foot-tall man on the right out of the room. A loud clank signalling that the door had been locked behind it. That door, unfortunately, was the only door leading out into Marak's goblin world...and that girl had no idea the sacrifice he was making by not marrying Areidene the moment she was dragged inside. ' I'm breaking two thousand years of Goblin tradition...and I'm not leaving until we discuss this.'______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________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: Tue Dec 28, 2010 2:14 pm
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Į ωαs oηlỵ ɗrєαmίηg...X
Oƒ αηoŧһєr plαċє ίη ŧίmє...XX
Ŵһєrє my ƒαmίlỵ's ƒrom....XXX Linwe couldn’t help but smile up at her mother now that she was here. She missed her company while she was away. Linwe did appreciate her alone time every now and then but there was only so much alone time one person could take. It wasn’t like there were an infinite number of activities for her to complete in this tower.
She decided to put those thoughts behind her now and follow her mother to the dining room. The food her mother had brought along with her smelled absolutely delicious. The smell reminded Linwe that she was particularly hungry. Smiling once more at her mother, she took a seat at the table and listened as her mother told of the visitor they would have tomorrow.
Linwe nodded as her mother said that Marak would want the place tidy. She was used to this little request. The truth was, Linwe was a tidy person herself. She didn’t like her space to be a mess at all. In fact, if it ever were in such a state, she would not be able to rest for the night until it was taken care of. With a quick little glance around the room, Linwe knew that a bit of dusting and other little things were in order. She would more than likely take care of those after her mother left.
The idea of archery being brought up made she perk up a bit more. ”Do you really think he will?” It wasn’t a well kept secret that Linwe loved archery. There was just something about the way it felt holding the bow and aiming at her target that she just couldn’t get enough of. It felt right to her in a way. She knew that it wasn’t all too proper for a lady to be taking such an interest in this stuff but Linwe wasn’t one to hide her excitement.
Seeing her mother’s face, Linwe knew she should probably stop talking about Marak. She knew that her mother didn’t like the man all too much which Linwe found a bit strange. Why, if she didn’t like him, did her mother allow him to be the only other person Linwe could see? She wouldn’t question such a thing at the moment. It might just be something that would forever remain a mystery to her. ”How was your day, Mother? I hope everything was well.” She hoped that this simple question would please her mother.
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Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2010 7:41 pm
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Using stainless silver utencils with pretty emeralds forged into the ends added some additional sparkle to the table, and the luster of the fire causing the evergreen jewels to glint did perk Sylvanis up slightly. Luxury was very soothing, and she had made sure to raise Linwe with the finest her...lifestyle, could provide. For the moment that included gourmet dining and expensive attire. Unsure of whether or not to spill the details of her day to the pretty little princess sitting across the table from her, Sylvanis closed her eyes as she began to slice a piece of the roasted quail still steaming on the glistening plate. ' Life would be so much eaiser if children didn't grow up...' Chuckling to herself, Sylvanis turned her head towards the window and admired the gloomy atmosphere outside.
" My day? Oh...it was rather uneventful..." Sylvanis was lying, quite poorly in fact. Knowing her child knew her 'motherly demeanor' well enough to know when something was bothering her, Sylvanis spoke again to try and convey enough remnant of the truth to satisfy her curiosity.
" I just don't care for Goblins dear...he is very well informed, and he reminded me that there are men still after your life. I do not enjoy worrying over your safety..." Longing to change the subject, Sylvanis brought the elaborate fork to her mouth and gracefully chewed. Hurriedly swallowing that tiny bite and smiling at her child.
" So perhaps Marak's archery training comes at a good time. No one else can even climb the cliffs to reach this tower...but if you ever see men coming close to the tower that I did not warn you about dearie; without flaring my signal, you shoot them down dear.", Sylvanis finished her statement by curling her mouth in another ageless smile. Wishing to finish their meal in silence, Sylvanis turned her attention back to her plate and began slicing away at the Quail once more. Sylvanis had told Linwe from when she was little that there was a malicious king named Rudolfos who lost their child and tried to steal Linwe away from her because of the resemblance she bore to their child. Telling her that the man was angered that Sylvanis did not give the royal family her child, Linwe know believed that she might be killed out of pure revenge for Sylvanis' betrayal to her country. Fearing her death, Sylvanis had hoisted her up in the Black Tower...because it was nigh impregnable. Well, at least that much was true...
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Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2010 11:14 pm
Areidene screamed the whole of their journey into the earth, her cries heartfelt and hysterical. The screaming only grew worse when her hands were no longer able to pull away from the bark of the familiar tree to which she clung. Screaming obscenities at the goblins around her it was only when the movement stopped that she collapsed into an exhausted heap, sobbing into her arms, trembling and shaking.
The young girl looked as is she had collapsed in on herself, trying to shrink away into nothing, so that none of this could be happening. Murmuring frightened prayers, she refused to meet the gaze of the goblin with whom she had been left with. "These...these foul creatures or not my people! They shall never be my people I shall give nothing to them for I owe them nothing! You are despicable! You are fit for no where better than the depths of hell! You and you King, and every King that has come before, or follows shall be damned!"
The rest of her furious words were swallowed by the trembling sobs that shook her voice. She wanted to vomit, wanted to die. She was stuck underground, away from everything she had known, everything she loved, and all of it was a lie. No one would save her, nothing. She got nothing in return. She was alone, empty, underground and alone.
“The silence often of pure innocence persuades when speaking fails.” [ooc; ]
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 1:08 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】 ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯  Mara continued to stare at her distressed 'friend' with a blank expresson. Her eyes now dull as the last remnants of emotion disappeared from her eyes. ' Darling, every Goblin Bride says all these things...your only embarassing yourself.' Shaking her head, Mara waited as many moments as it took for Areidene to calm her sobbing enough to be able to properly listen to her words. ' Shall I tell her everything? Or only some?' Tilting her head contemplatively, Mara patted the seat beside her on the bench even though she knew 'Ariene' wouldn't dare come even an inch closer to her at this point. Patting it only for the sake of offering to be polite, Mara continued to slowly shake her head at the temper-tantrum now starting to thaw.
" Ariene...I'm a Goblin. Could you truly expect anything less from me?" Mara shook her head once more, this time in what could appear to be either pain or remorse before lifting her head and gazing down at Areidene once more. Her eyes narrowing to display a venom in her eyes.
" But you...dear girl...I expected more from. Crying and wailing on the floor like a sniffling baby. After all I have done for you...After I saved your life; this is how you repay me? You spit in my face and call me despicable...Why...without me, you wouldn't of even been born." Hoping to have gained Areidene's attention, Mara lifted her six-fingered magical left hand and twiddled her fingers in an unusual movement. A snake-like hiss mumbled under her breath as a sort of black, pixilated, sand slowly washed over her body from her head to her feet. Only...when the sand reached the floor there was no longer a her staring down at Areidene. It was a man. None other than Marak the Goblin King, dressed in the same black cloak, shirt, and trousers that the earlier guards had been wearing. Marked with a golden emblem of some sort on the edge of his cloak. Lowering the hood to reveal his face, Marak decided to reveal some of her true past to Areidene in 'story' form. So, hunching forward and resting his elbows on his knees, Marak began:
" Once upon the time there was a man and woman who dearly loved each other and wanted to have a baby. However, after seven years the woman could not concieve, and though she had tried every faerie or elven enchantment she could get her hands on, none of it worked, and she remained barren.", Marak paused long enough to gather a breath and sit upright on the onyx bench.
" Hearing jests that she was barren day-in and day-out, this woman could bear them no longer, and came to my Goblin Kingdom in the hope that goblin magic could help her concieve." Marak glanced away from Areidene for a moment, as if to formulate his thoughts.
" I told her of an enchanted spring that had the power to bestow one desire, no matter how difficult it seemed. She wanted to swim in the spring very badly, so I warned her that swimming in the spring would bring a curse down upon her life; possibly the childs as well, but she would not listen to me." Marak appeared almost melancholy as he stared down at one of his ebony boots to distract himself from looking upon Areidene's face. Whatever her expression was, he doubted it would be anything pleasant. Purposefully ignoring the possibility of sharing eye-contact for that reason alone, Marak expelled a soundless breath from his nostrils before he opened his mouth again. Revealing the hard-to-notice detail that all of marak's teeth were slightly tipped. Unintentionally giving the impression that his teeth were sharper than they looked.
" So she returned home and soon became pregnant with a beautiful child. You, actually...and I visited the woman in her lavish home, to be paid for the goblin magic she partook of. However...there was someone else there, a sorcereress pretending to be a cook in their household, who was jealous of the child that the woman had concieved...and she planned on murdering that innocent child on her eighteenth birthday because her blood would make her power stronger.", Marak's face contorted with a considerate expression, as if the memory had rekindled some foggy memory that had been long-since buried within his mind. Allowing his long hair to cloak his face for a moment, Marak pushed a lock behind his ear again and looked down upon Areidene.
" So when that child was born I switched her for a changeling. A beautiful goblin baby born from the most human-looking Goblins in my Kingdom to fool that sorceress long enough to discover her whereabouts. Knowing the possibility of there being spys in my society, I hid the child on a little farm with two Goblins who had always wanted a child of their own..." Marak narrowed his eyes determinedly, bringing both of his hands together to crack the joints in his knuckles as if the noise would soothe his nerves. Revealing any remnant of the truth to Areidene was not something he had wished to do unless neccessary, and unfortunately, it was. Always on a 'need-to-know' basis with his subjects, he would not give Areidene any less than he gave his subjects.
" This goblin babe has fooled the Sorceress for seventeen long little years, and soon she will try and sacrifice one of my subjects under the belief that she is you. Even if the girl dies, she will begin to search for you, and after all these years together do you percieve I am willing to let you die, and sacrifice the wellbeing of both my kingdom, and Gilder?" Marak raised his eyebrows and chuckled to himself. Crossing his arms contemplatively before he turned to look down upon Areidene with a serious expression.
" There is only one way I can protect you Areidene, and that is through the King's Wife Charm. The most powerful Goblin spell in the world, that can protect you more than all my magic can protect myself. It can stop an arrow in midair, it can rescue you from drowning, and its the only charm powerful enough to resist any attack on your life that the Sorceress will use." And leaning in closer, Marak stood from the bench and took one small step towards Areidene before re-crossing his arms and tilting his head. Casting her a playful look, as if to say; ' Such a pity...'
" If I am to rescue my subject from harm's way and fail, there is nothing else strong enough to prevent her from coming after you. Once your eighteen, your blood will be potent for her ritual, and I cannot allow the fate of both my people and your own human race to be in jeopardy. What that sorceress practices is beyond Goblin evil; a devil's black magic. " Marak shook his head slowly back and forth as he stared down at the girl he had secretly guarded for seventeen years. His long hair framing his face from the action.
" Perhaps forcing you underground with me is despicable. Perhaps you will hate me forever for forcing you to be my bride...But I have no choice Areine...I will not allow my people or your own to suffer a fate worse than Gustalfore. Call me heartless, call me dispicable. Your words are empty to me." And snapping his fingers, the remaining four torches burned to life to reveal a small table in the rather large, stone, room. Approaching the table, Marak held a strangely shaped goblet containing a black mystery fluid. Walking towards Areidene, Marak pointed to the odd-shaped spigot on the side of the cup.
" You see this Areidene? Its a tonic that will make it impossible for you to verbally form words. All you will mutter is gibberish, I am not going to poison you. If you do not drink this willingly, I will lodge this," He tapped what appeared to be a very thin straw-like spout.
" Between your teeth and pour the liquid down your throat. You don't have to swallow it but it must touch your tongue." And walking behind him, Marak took what appeared to be four dark-gold bracelets from the table and approached her. Speaking an enchantement that froze Areidene in one position. Snapping the bracelets around her wrists and her ankles, the metal began to contort and bubble and chains exactly a foot in diameter formed inbetween the two on her wrist, and the two on her ankles. Removing the charm keeping her immobile, Marak began to hand Areidene the cup. His eyes averting towards seemingly the only door out of the room.
" Beyond that door there are Goblin women who will help you dress and get ready for our ceremony. Its the only way out Areine...and you can walk through that door like a lady, or like an animal kicking and screaming. Your going to be here for a while...so it would be better for you not to be a laughingstock. I wont mind either reaction you have dear, but usually goblin brides eventually feel embarrassed to have made such a loon out of themselves. Ten years down the road, you may feel very differently about this night, so plan ahead. You can hate me just as spitefully whether you chose to walk through it willingly or not. " Marak then raised an irritated eye-brow, in question of Areidene's possible responce.
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 1:47 am
Mara had indeed caught the frightened girl's attention, raising her still streaming eyes to meet the goblin's gaze, her lips parted, as if she were going to ask a question, brows furrowed. Her voice died on her lips the moment Mara began to change, her hands beginning to tremble as realization took over, jaw dropping, her lips forming a perfect 'o'.
She listened with growing sorrow as King Marak began to unfold the tale before her, her eyes sparkling brighting with new-founded tears. She had a family, one that had not betrayed her to this monster, she had lost two sets of parents that day and she could only begin to pray she would not learn of another. The second story, the story within the one of her own made her heart race. The story of the changeling girl sounded familiar, it sounded of tale of the lost Princess. Gaping, she pushed herself to her knees. "The princess! You are speaking of the princess, that changeling girl-" It dawned on her then, what that should mean for her. "You are lying..." She whispered. "It isn't true...it isn't. You're wrong. I...I'm a farmer's daughter, you have the wrong...the wrong girl...please..." She begged him, heart aching. "Please...just...just take me hope." Tears streamed down her face as she reached for his hands, grasping them in her own. "Please." She stood then, though the goblin was still massively taller than her delicate frame.
The story turned again to the idea of her marriage to the King and she drew her hands away as if his skin had burned her hands. Anger and disdain seemed to fight to claim the expression that tainted her soft features. And finally, as he locked the shackles about her wrists, anger seemed to have won out, for the moment. Snatching the goblet from his grasp, she raised a hand, smacking him hard across the face, eyes blazing. "You shall never call me by that name again. You have no right to any sort of familiarity, you are a thief, a lier and a conniving filthy excuse for a man. I should ask you to avoid speaking my name at all for you taint each word that falls from your lips and it feels as if I shall need a bath each time you address me, but such a request would be impractical."
Eyes falling to the cup, the disdain took hold of her, sending the anger fleeing. "I shall not give you the satisfaction of forcing your potion upon me, nor shall I be dragged by your hands or the hands of any of your guards. You deserve no tears of mine, nor to you deserve my heart or my soul. You may have taken my body but you cannot lay a finger upon what is not yours to take." With that, she downed the drink, her mouth turning down at the corners at the foul taste. There was a moment, that hung in the air, when nothing seemed to happen. The moment hung heavy in the air, her gaze locked defiantly with the Marak's until everything seemed to dim, grow dark and fuzzy around her and the room began to swim. It lasted only a few seconds as the potion did as it was meant to, removing the ability to speak. Areidene stumbled a bit, catching herself against Marak's form as the sickness passed. Half curled against his chest, she allowed her vision to return before she straightened, shooting him a look that could have been read in so many different ways, none of them lady-like, and made her way for the door, opening it gently and stepping into the hall, letting the door click behind her, putting a sort of barrier between herself and the man who had so quickly taught her to hate.
“The silence often of pure innocence persuades when speaking fails.” [ooc; ]
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