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 Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 5:41 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 reacted to being slapped in the face with the grace and poise a Goblin King would be expected to display. He laughed maniacally. ' I'll be getting used to this over the next sixty years...' The laugh forming into a quiet chuckle, Marak didn't even make an attempt at defending himself or giving way to annoyance by stroking his six-fingered hand against the red spot throbbing on his face. Resisting the urge to laugh at Areidene's little statement, Marak simply shook his head with a smile and said:
" I would be a pretty filthy excuse for a man...But I'm a Goblin Dean-nie. As for my being a liar...Since when, in your childhood with me, did I ever call you anything other than 'princess'? Perhaps you thought I was joking...playing make-believe when I told you we Goblins try never to lie." Watching her as she stared down the black concoction, Marak kept his gaze on her unhappy face to speak once more. His eyes never leaving Areidene's face as she downed the black concoction.
" If saving your life is an unpardonable sin, I'd hate to think of how evil you would think me if I just let you die...On the subject of tears, Areine, you deserved none of mine. I pity the poor subjects under your rule, because your words alone reveal that you're too selfish to think of anyone besides yourself." Marak narrowed his eyes accordingly and stretched open his arms in expectation. Waiting for the little potion to complete it's work. Laughing behind his eyes upon seeing Areidene begin to show the side-effects of having her tongue grow numb, Marak bridged the distance between them so that she would fall into him instead of collapsing against the tree or on the paved stone floor. For a moment, Marak began to feel very strange and uncomfortable. An emotion unlike any he had allowed himself to feel began to blossom in his chest, and the resemblance to emotions he felt in his female visage began to be rekindled in his memory. ' Well...this is rather nice.' Having her pull back as if he was the incubus of viral plague, the goblin laughed heartily as the piercing look she shot him and continued laughing even after Areidene left the chamber.
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Outside the door stood six goblins. One had red curly hair growing out of only the right half of her head, with fish scales down one of her arms, one dark green eye and one bright blue. The second Goblin was considerably taller at 6'2 and would have been very pretty with her light blue eyes if not for the beak and birds wings tempering her body. Her talon's instead of hands being the most noticeable deformity she had. The third goblin was so greatly dwarven that she stood to be only 3'8 with horse-like scraggly brown hair and a nose a bit too big for her face. One eye was bigger than the other, and seemed to have a mind of its own as it aimlessly stared about the room before finally settling on Areidene to match the other eye. The forth goblin might have looked like a 'pet' being as it was only as big as the average dog, but it was a beast-goblin that had in fact been birthed from the above mentioned animal and gazed up at Areidene's furry-less body with apprehension in it's chocolate eyes. The fifth goblin resembled a scale-less serpant and was the same height as Areidene; her blonde hair neatly braided around her head to show two very pointed ears, and smiling to reveal the long snake-teeth she had in the place of her canines. Her hands a strange greenish talon-like shape with especially sharp fingernails. or claws...The final goblin was not the shortest or the tallest, but she stood taller than Areidene and had one yellow cat's eye and one small, ordinary-looking chocolate eye. Absolutely nothing pretty on her face, it looked like someone pinched her nose and it decided to stay that way. Walking with a hunch, she shuffled over towards Areidene excitedly, walking with a limp because one leg was longer than the other. Chortling to reveal very small cat's teeth, the sixth goblin woman purred as she began to speak. Her eyebrows shooting out as if she had once been blessed with whiskers at one point. The only thing symetrical and pretty about these women were their clothes. All of them were richly and elaborately dressed, and as most of the goblins stared upon Areidene in horror, they felt the feeling was mutual. Areidene might never have seen such hideous creatures, and they had never seen such a hideous dress...
" Oh! Hasn't Marak found a pretty one?! Can you do any magic dearie?" Forgetting that an 'ahhh-like' sound was the only responce areidene was capable of making, she turned around (unconsciously revealing a lizard tail) to face the snake-like goblin woman and pointed to the only other door leading out of the hallway. Muttering some spits and cackle noises in Goblin, most of the women hurried inside the room. The open door revealing the pleasant aroma of bath salts and lavender scents.
" Oh right, your a human. You almost had me wondering if you were an elf-cross dear. Now follow me, we have a bath all prepared for you."and shuffling her limping self into the 'preparation' room, she pointed one ten-inch-long finger towards the devine-looking bubble bath.
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As Areidene sat drying from the wash, the goblin women had quickly wrapped a scratchy-feeling clothe around her body (towel) for modesty purposes as the bird-like goblin and the red-headed goblin with hair only covering half of her head began to take a thing of black ink and a paintbrush to write symbols up and down Areidene's arms. As soon as the bird finished a 'line' the other dotted a clear oil-like fluid over the words and watched the pictures magically change into a golden letter. At every golden letter the goblin women chattered about themselves happily, as Areidene was unknowingly passing certain health and fertility requirements...and judging by their happy faces, she was passing them all. As the two goblins kept busy writing their magical lines all over her arms and shoulders, (when they ran out of room on her arms) the dog-like beast goblin shuffled a basket in her mouth to bring the snake-like Goblin a bunch or ribbons, hair-ties, and strings. Putting all of Areidene's hair up except one loose string of hair falling daintally around her neck, The snake-like woman stood and began to walk into a closet to grab the dress Areidene was going to wear.
The eldest woman, who looked to be about forty years old; although with Goblins age could be nearly impossible to define, continued to smile and chatter on the one-sided conversation to keep Areidene occupied while the ladies finished getting her ready.
" --And that was when I was in love with a young dwarven man named Pacogue, before I met my husband Leuwald, who had just the homeliest voice I'd ever heard! Goodness! his voice could wake up the neighborhood and have us cringing. Regardless of the stories they sneak into the human world, you do not want to hear a dwarf singing..." The elderly goblin shook her head with another hearty laugh before seeing the snake-like Goblin come out with a dress completely lacking shoulders or sleeves. In this day and age, one might as well go outside in their undergarments.
" Oh Miranda...Elvish fabric? Oh how lovely!...Its just...Oh such a pity..." The elderly dwarven goblin frowned in disappointment as if the gown had recieved a death sentence. As beautiful as it was, for being a -short- gown that was only tall enough to cover Areidene's bust, and not long enough to reach much past her knees, 'Miranda' walked towards Areidene and wiggled a talon finger. As if the action would spur her to stand so they could have her step into the dress. Tying up the back like a corset, they didn't even bother bringing out anything else; for example: shoes...
With the dress properly situated on her, the goblin women began to admire their work; the snake-like Miranda re-adjusting the one little lock she had left down around Areidene's shoulders as if showing that one lock of hair off for the world. Areidene's arms and part of her shoulders covered with tiny golden symbols, other than the golden chains she wore, their lack of movement indicated that she was to be wearing nothing else. Unfortunately the showing of so much skin being neccessary, the older goblin woman sighed and smiled at Areidene before opening the only other door to reveal a dark tunnel with two guards standing outside.
" Well Areidean-nie, feel free to visit me anytime, I've got lots more funny stories from my past to share. Just mention visiting 'Agatha' to Marak; I doubt he'll forget his oldest tutor." She pointed to the two goblin men; the same four-foot tall dwarf-like runt and the eight-foot tall pair Marak had dismissed from the original chamber earlier that evening. Not giving her a hug; partly because of the height difference, but mostly because it would risk rubbing the paint off of her arms. The paint was no longer neccessary at this point, but a 'smudged' look was not very appetising.
As the Goblin guards very politely followed Areidene as she walked down the hallway, the hallway ended to reveal an almost theatre-like chamber. A grand assembly of goblins -all lavishly dressed- awaited Areidene's presence like the guest of honor and clapped and cheered an almost -hooted- noise at seeing her enter the stage-like area from the right-hand side. Marak, though the fabric he wore was expensive, was still wearing that silly black traveler's cloak ensemble from the tunnel. Not even wasting the time to look 'dressy' at his wedding. Lifting his head from where he stood, conversing with someone, there was no priest or religeous figure, pulpit, or flowers to dress up the occassion. Everything appeared rather barbaric, especially considering there was only a table with an odd selection of: A stone bowl, two sharp-looking daggers, two sewing needles, and towards the end of the table...one very long golden sword. Marak looked up at Areidene with a hint of venom to his eye; as if just perhaps he was going to sacrifice her after all.
Raising his arms, Marak addressed the crowd in goblin before approaching Areidene and carefully inspecting all the golden letters written on her skin with the paintbrush earlier. Seeing nothing out of place, he called out something else in Goblin and the crowd buzzed in another cheer before silencing again. Trying to take her hand, Marak either led her there willingly or gently picked her up; but he brought her over towards the table and proceeded to grab a small pair of scissors.
Approaching Areidene, Marak snipped that unruly lock of hair that Miranda had left down and delicately dropped it into the stone bowl. Clipping off a lock of his own long hair, Marak dropped it into the bowl as well before trying to grab Areidene's hand to snip off the ends of one or two of her fingernails. Doing the same for himself, Marak put down the scissors and reached for that elusive sewing needle. No matter how long it took or how short the process was, Marak eventually managed to p***k one of her fingers with it and dab a small amount of blood into a nearby magical torch. The flame sparked brighter and nearly turned blue for a moment, and the crowd lightly clapped. It wasn't the best reaction they could have hoped for; but it was positive nonetheless.
Remembering the bowl, Marak then walked over to the table and picked up one of the daggers. Using magic to restrain Areidene from movement, as he was sure she would be apprehensive of him walking towards her with a dagger, Marak held her arm out for the world to see and pressed the sharp end of the blade against Areidene's palm. The tip of the dagger just barely touching against her wrist. Hurriedly slicing along her wrist and palm, Marak squeezed her arm over the bowl until a suitable amount of blood dripped onto their hairs. Seeing another bucket-like podium filled with what looked to be water, Marak shoved her hand into the water and cringed at the idea of the burning pain Areidene must be experiencing at that moment. ' That will stop the bleeding...You won't be in pain much longer Areine.'
Knowing the possible glee Areidene might be feeling at the sight of him picking up that other dagger and rolling up the sleeve of his shirt, Marak pressed the dagger to his magical left hand and gritted his teeth. Immediately slicing himself in the exact manner as he had done to Areidene, Marak held his arm over the bowl and squeezed his hand until the desired amount fell into place. As his hand disappeared into that bowl, Marak ignored the searing pain as he lifted up a handful of powder from the table and recklessly flung the dust into the bowl. Immediatly the contents of the bowl started to smoke. A deep red smoke rising above the bowl and rolling over the edge of the table as a silver cloud began to sparkle above the red. Although Marak expected a twinge of silver, he was greatly surprised upon seeing the silver, glistening, cloud begin to burn and shoot up into the air.
At seeing that incredible display, the crowd of Goblins sitting behind them went wild and nearly stomped their feet in harmonious joy at such a sight. Marak: simply staring at Areidene as if she was an entirely different person. ' Areidene has elf blood? How can this be?' Concluding that it must be from a grandparent or beyond, Marak shook his head as the clouds began to settle into a pinkish-hued bundle of ashes. Mixing what appeared to be a small amount of goatsmilk into the ashes, Marak stirred the contents with his right pointer finger until a cream-like substance was formed. Approaching Areidene with some in his right hand, he gently touched the soothing cream over the ten-inch-long gash in her arm, and watched as the cream healed the wound. Only leaving a thin silvery scar behind as the only evidence that she had even been wounded. Absentmindedly rubbing the rest on his own wound; Marak began walking towards the only remaining item of notice on the table. The Golden Sword.
Picking it up with an almost heartless expression on his face, Marak perhaps looked remorseful as he unsheathed the gorgeous sword and began walking towards Areidene with it. Raising it in the air as his footsteps led him towards her. Once more, the idea that Marak could have been planning a ritual sacrifice fluttered about the atmosphere (his emotionless face not offering any comfort in that regard). Whirling the sword in an arc over his head, Marak did not waste any time in bringing the sword down upon Areidene's head. However Areidene might have reacted to that frightening display, the pain one expected to feel when their head was sliced in two never occured...because mid-way through the air the 'sword' began to take on the shape of a snake and was now cooly climbing up Areidene's arm. Curling around her upper arm three times before wrapping itself in a final loop around her graceful neck. The snake's head swaying to-and-fro in front of Areidene's face, a brief second later the 'snake' had flattened out into Areidene's skin. A perfectly, large, snake tattoo forever curling itself around Areidene's upper-arm, shoulders, and curling around her neck to rest it's head on her chest. Above both of her collar bones so as not to ever be 'missed' unless she wore a gown that covered her from neck-to-toe. ' See Areine; quick, and relatively painless.' And just as simply as Areidene had walked onto that 'stage' the Goblins were hooting and thumping their feet on the ground in their fancy attire; cheering as Marak gently led Areidene towards the opposite exit of the 'stage' and closed the door behind them.
Perhaps surprisingly, since all the previous room had appeared quite barbaric and dull, the next room was carved out of marble and glistening onyx stones. A moziac of designs decorating the ceiling with one large goblin emblem cast into the floor. An artwork of decorative architecture into what appeared to be a lobby or a large foyer. The golden chandelier above them lighted up every tiny gem glistening in the walls, and Marak rested his hands on his hip bones as if seeing the grand entryway of his palace for the very first time. The room over four stories tall in hight. Thankfully for Areidene, there was no other goblins in the room to startle his new bride with their freakish appearances, and Marak hoped quietly to himself that: ' Perhaps now she'll think I'm rather handsome. Compared to some of the other faces here, at least my face is symetrical.' Raising an eyebrow at the thought, Marak turned his attention to Areidene.
" This is a small glimpse of my Kingdom Areidene. I hope you didn't anticipate me living in a dripping, filthy, cave..." Laughing at the thought, Marak shook his head and laid his arms directly at his sides. Remembering then that she could not reply at the moment, Marak pulled a bottle out of his pocket and handed it to her. bringing his opposite hand to his mouth to gesture: 'take a drink'. The potion would return her ability to converse in english.
" Are you hungry? I cannot recall whether or not you ate any dinner." Marak seriously doubted Areidene would be hungry after the ordeal she had gone through; but, to be polite he suggested eating together to at least reassure himself that he had tried to be compassionate. When the time was right he would suggest the sleeping arrangements, as he did not anticipate Areidene wanting to sleep in the same room for many years to come. Recalling his earlier worry over whether the next Goblin King would be birthed twenty years after marriage like some marriages; he pursed his lip and connected his gaze with Areidene's. ' Corpus bones...it might take even longer.'
______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________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】 ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯[I had permission from mbergen to skip and godmod slightly. I tried my best not to godmod unless it was the portions where it was neccessary, this is a post from something we pre-planned. No worries, in a bit I will hold off posting so we can continue where we left off Nilla and Yang. :3 I hope I'm helping to write a little story for your entertainment guys! I will be adding more NPCs as time goes on...You guys can add NPCs at any time too.]
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 3:04 pm
 Areidene felt as if she were dreaming, watching horrific creatures she had known of only in her nightmares lay hands on her, wash her, play with her hair, paint rather lovely symbols all up and down her small arms, and she found, at one point or another, that Marak had not been lying, that she truly could not speak. Instead, she found she rather liked some of the goblin women, found that the eldest could even bring a smile to her lips. She nodded, when she felt it was right of her to do so, smiling, her bright eyes dancing a bit, her smile growing still wider at the sight of the lovely dress though, she was beginning to wonder what had happened to the rest of it.
Dressed and with her hair pulled sweetly around her face, she felt herself pushed into the hallway, facing the two guards that had been with she and Marak perhaps only an hour prior. Walking as best she could with the chains that were fastened around her ankles, Areidene allowed herself to drop into a place of acceptance. She would be forced to marry this goblin whether she liked it or not (which she very much did not), but she would escape. She would find some way to get out and she would run. He would never, never find her. She would find the King, her father, if the goblin was right, and she would-what would she do then? What would that change? She would still be the goblin King's wife. Shuttering at the thought, the newly enlightened princess was blinded as the hallway opened up into a much larger chamber, filled with the noise and cheers of goblins.
And there he was, her husband standing before her, speaking to each of them before he approached her. Taking the time when she was not the center of attention, which she found was not as wonderful as she had first imagined., Areidene glanced at the table, feeling her blood run cold. He was going to kill her. The fear had returned ten times that of what it had been before. Tears glistening in her eyes, she shrunk from Marak's touch, letting out a soft gasp as she was pulled into his arms, cradled against his chest like a child. Hiding her face against his body, Areidene began to tremble like a frightened animal, glancing up at him, her terrified eyes pleading with him not to hurt her.
Her glittering tears that had collected in her eyes spilled over only when the dagger bit into her flesh and blood began to flow. He truly was going to kill her, she could only begin to imagine the horrors he had planned for the golden sword, watching ominously from the end of the table.
After it had finished an she was lead from the large, open room, she could only stand, staring at the man, the goblin, that she supposed she was married to now. Reaching weakly for the bottle he offered, she drank, her frightened, wide eyes never leaving his. Finishing only a third of the liquid, she felt something break inside her. Collapsing against Marak's chest, she began to sob, clinging to him, begging. First only the babble that had been forced upon her, slowly discovering her own language once more. "-Please...no..no more...I promise...I swear I'll be good please...please don't hurt me please please I'll be good! I'm s-sorry..sorry sorry...I'll n-never...p-please d-don't k-kill me." Everything she had felt during the wedding, that she been unable to voice came rushing out as she clung to him, holding fistfuls of his shirt, whimpering against him. She looked for all the world a frightened farm girl pulled far from home.
“The silence often of pure innocence persuades when speaking fails.” [ooc; ]
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 8:06 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】 ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯ Caught off guard for only an instant, Marak bundled his arms around his sobbing wife and ran his right hand over her scalp. Gently 'shh'ing very quietly as if the noise could soothe Areidene from her worries. Yes, his marriage was not very pleasant at all; but, Goblins hardly ever married for romance and the King...Never. Marak had always read that romantic feelings began to grow after the marriage. Recalling the thought he had pondered earlier while Areidene was changing in front of him as 'Mara', he mused: ' Not until I'm married and settled.', Stroking down her spine with his six-fingered hand, Marak gently started to break the embrace only enough distance to look into Areidene's eyes. His expression soft and caring.
" Areidene...the ceremony is over. By my hands or old age are the only ways you can die; and I wouldn't kill my own wife. But, perhaps I can reassure you better with this." Absentmindedly rubbing his hand over part of the snake tattoo on her left collar bone, Marak parted the hold to pick up her healed left hand. Contemplatively rubbing his thumb over the newly formed scar. Seeing a nice long line, Marak smiled a goblin grin.
" You see this line? It predicts your life. See how long it is? Your going to live a nice, long, life. So every time your afraid of death, just look down at this scar." Marak re-smiled reassuringly and gently let her hand down under the belief that had Areidene not been so frightened, she probably wouldn't want him anywhere near her. All these responces Marak had expected, so he only shook his head and chuckled under his breath. Helping Areidene pry her delicate other hand from his shirt. That alone was forcing his mind to debate contemplating things such as snuggling or holding Areidene, and there was no sense imagining such things when he knew his wife was not ready or willing to contemplate them either. ' Not until we're settled...'
" Now lets look at my line.", and glancing down at the line in the scar, Marak pursed his lips contemplatively. It was a nice long line...except there was skip in it. Skips of that size indicated a long sleep or illness. ' how strange...' Marak raised a curious brow but soon wiped the confusion from his face. There was no sense worrying about it, he only hoped that it wouldn't seriously injure the Goblin Kingdom. Glancing towards one of the large glistening doors that was cleverly disguised as part of the wall, he approached it and his signet ring caused the wall to stir to life and soundlessly slide open. Revealing a very dark little room with no exits. Turning his body around to face Areidene, not wishing to worry his wife about the skip in his scar, he stepped into the little room and tilted his head.
" Up forty flights of stairs is an entire wing dedicated to the royal family. My own private chambers until now. ", Marak laughed and shook his head lightly at the thought that he was no longer single. Tilting his eyes towards the direction of his wing, he looked back down at Areidene at the notion that perhaps she might take the wrong impression from the way he had worded his statement.
" Now before you start panicking Darling, I have many rooms and I do not expect us to share a bed. I have a private dining room Areine, as I supposed you would prefer to eat alone instead of in the banquet hall. The majority of my ancestors lose their appetite at the sight of so many Goblins seated together at one time...and living here will take some time to adjust." Crossing his arms absentmindedly, Marak waited for her to join him in the little room before turning three goblin symbol dials to the floor he wanted and pulling a large lever. Magic causing the little room to rise right after the wall slid back into place.
______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________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: Wed Dec 29, 2010 9:46 pm
Riding in silence in the rising room, Areidene reached shyly for his arm, pushing back his sleeve. "Marak?" She murmured softly, being of the mind that, if she were to act as a wife should, perhaps, she could find a way to get out, to go back up, to be free. "Marak, if...this line is what you say, it tells of your life, why does yours have such a large skip?" Raising wide eyes to meet her gaze, the innocent girl looked genuinely upset and frightened for his fate. Running delicate fingers over the line, traveling up his arms, she blushed, dropping his arm suddenly. "I-...I'm sorry." She breathed, dropping her gaze. Married or not, the King was still a perfect stranger.
"Thank you Marak...for being so considerate. I would...prefer to dine alone...or...with...you. I suppose I must get used to...to dining with a man other than my father." Stumbling as the moving room came to a halt, Areidene caught herself against her new bridegroom, smiling up at him. in that one moment, hundreds of thoughts sped through the forefront of her mind. Everything she could do to persuade him to allow her to visit her home again, where, perhaps, she could get away. "Sorry." She whispered, stepping out before him, stopping dead at the magnificence of the room. "Marak...you...you live here? Its...its the most beautiful thing I have ever seen."
“The silence often of pure innocence persuades when speaking fails.” [ooc; hee hee...Areidene is trying to manipulate the Goblin King...I wonder how this will play out. ]
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 10:10 pm
Seylin Darunia
NPC___________________________________________________________ " Please! Please don...don't...d...do...this..." Cried the human-looking Goblin woman Areidene had been raised by. On the ground laid her husband in a wounded heap, his black blood spilling on the ground from a blow to the stomach. Whether her husband was still conscious was impossible to tell; she only that her husband had not blinked or shown any signs of movement in two minutes. The man holding the glistening sword in front of his neck narrowed his eyes at the goblin bride and pressed the blade even closer to his neck.
" Golrick!", She cried out to her husband in his 'goblin' name, tears streaming down her face when the swordsman pressed the blade up aganst her husband's skin. The manner in which he held the hilt of the sword signifying that one quick swipe would be all it took to behead her husband. As loyal as she was to the crown, Emmeline could not watch this scene and not reveal what she knew. She had already given up her child, and she could not stand by and watch a man murder her husband.
" Alright! I'll tell you. Shes...she's been taken underground. For Marak; a goblin bride. I know nothing else!", Seylin did not believe her, and expressed so by raising the sword up over his head in preparation to behead the wounded man beside his feet.
" Nooo! Please!...I truly know nothing else! She was a high-born child Marak lent to our care! To steward until she was old enough! Tonight he saw that she was old enough! So he took her underground! Please!" Seylin pulled the sword from the goblin's throat and walked into the moonlight. The roof of their little cottage having previously hidden his face from view. Revealing someone Emmeline had known for many a year. A man who had often come during the harvest to help them prepare the crop for the market; who had always been there every year like clockwork.
" It's you!", she cried out with a gasp and covered her hands over her face. Of all the people she expected to attack her family, this man, was the least likely she would have imagined doing so. Somehow, he had figured out that they were goblins...somehow, for some reason, this man was trying to find their beloved Areidene. Unfortunately now it was too late, and Emmeline now backed away in terror. In genuine fear for her life because she had no information left to save her.
" Yes, its me...and if you tell your King that I was here this evening, I'll come back to finish what I started.", Seylin threatened her with a voice thick with the most unfeeling malice Emmeline had ever seen. Ending his threat by swinging his sword to cut a slice in Emmeline's arm. Mounting the same black steed that Marak had *forgotten* to reclaim from the stable, Seylin kicked with his heel and the horse buckled to his call. Perhaps the horse was breaking it's usual personality in allowing another rider to ride him; but, whatever the reason the horse fearfully leaped the fence towards the road leading to Vioden. The man disappearing just as quickly as he came.
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Hours later, Seylin's stolen steed pranced into the quiet streets of Vioden. Being the leader of a band of theives had brought some sense of responsibility back into his life; and Seylin was only happy that this newfound responsibility was one of his choosing. After being raised in a very priviledged lifestyle, one the man never spoke of, the adjustment to a simple country cottage had been most welcome. Dismounting Marak's ebony stallion, Seylin made his way towards the the prosperous tavern called: The Green Dragon. Stepping inside, Seylin forced his way over to the bar where a pair of trusted thieves from his band already sat drinking their dark ales and bragging amongst themselves. Batting both of their heads together, Seylin laughed in unison at the look of shock on their faces.
"Ay! Enjoying your just rewards?", Seylin joked to Bartholomew and Tristan, before averting his eyes to a pretty barmaid washing glasses a few paces away. He knew they often tried to make a pass at Millicent at one point in the evening, and considered it a running joke that they would attempt to woo her again tonight. The two laughed accordingly and handed Seylin a dark lauger that had been sitting nearby. Picking up the beverage, Seylin gulped the entire contents without questioning what it was before slamming the glass down on the countertop and taking a quick survey of the room.
" Where is Bennett? Did that rascal get locked up in the stocks again?", Seylin spoke the statement with a great deal of amusement in his tone; but his dark eyes stated otherwise, and the vile mood was not hard to recognize on his face. Grabbing the rest of whoever's ale happened to be nearest to him, Seylin approached his usual table by the fireside that no one dared approach for sheer risk of offending the most easily angered man in Vioden. A man who had the skills neccessary to afford having such a reckless vice known as: a temper. Seylin had discovered a great joy in being able to crush the hopes of others; and at the moment the but of all his jokes just so happened to be Bennet, and he had hoped to tease the man the second he walked back into Vioden. ' Where is the lad?'
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 10:37 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】 ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯ His eyes on the goblin digits twitching as the levels raised, Marak felt a slight touch against his hand and tilted his chin to see Areidene curiously poking her hand about his own. ' What is she doing?' His shrewd mind coming up with only one conclusion, he knew not why she was showing genuine interest about his health after all the venom she had spat at him just hours before. A grin pulling at the side of his lip, Marak assumed: ' She must be bluffing. Thank goodness I removed all the daggers from my room.', Lifting his hand to 'play along' he moved his six fingers beneath the gentle torchlight.
" This indicates a long sickness or sleep. For examble one goblin king was turned to stone for twenty years." Marak chuckled mischeviously as he connected his eye-contact with Areidene's and cast her an accusatory glance. Very akin to the expression teachers gave their pupils who were suspected of cheating.
" However, that wont change the fact that none of the doors are allowed to let you out. " Bluffing, for his own devious reasons, Marak had...neglected on purpose to stamp that magical ink on her forehead that would prevent the doors from opening. Marak was holding Areidene like a trick under his sleeve, and in his good time everything would be revealed to the satisfaction of many. Or, at least, himself. Hoping to weasel Areidene out of a ruse he felt she was hiding behind, Marak turned his attention to the door when it opened and grinned in pride at the elaborate chamber Sylvanis had serveyed earlier this evening.
" I doubt you believe it rivals your precious stars...You elf-cross you; but, it is a goblin masterpiece. Its not even our best craftsmanship...Our belief is that the people desearve finery just as much as the King. If you care to take a gander of my kingdom from the balcony...I can explain exactly what I mean." Not giving Areidene the option of refusing or accepting verbally, Marak assumed she would follow if she desired to, and left it at that. ' Ah, to show Areidene the sunrise from beneath the suface of the lake...All the colors glittering like jewels.', Deeply proud of his kingdom, Marak stood outside and held his hands against the glistening onyx stone railing of his large bedroom balcony. This balcony connected several rooms along this level of the palace, and as he looked down at the forests of metallic trees that her human eyes would not be able to see, he knew how his kingdom would look beneath the gentle light allowed to kiss the underground world. For now, the view was impressively large. His own palace over forty-five stories high; but built into the side of the wall of his kingdom, so that it was higher than the rest of his kingdom.
" I know its difficult to see any stars beneath the water...but sometimes you can see the north star just barely shining. Rorot lake is very deep, and it has only grown larger since my grandfather: Marak the Antlered, reigned.", Marak then raised his head towards the bottom of the lake which made their 'sky', squinting his eyes to try and notice any stars.
______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________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: Wed Dec 29, 2010 11:30 pm
Glancing up at Marak with nothing but pure, innocent trust in her eyes, she offered him a frightened tearful gasp, taking his arm once more gently in her hands her finger traced the space between the end of the first line and the beginning of the next. "Stone? Marak...that...that is terrible! What would happen to the Kingdom? What would happen to you, you would be hurt!" Reaching up, Areidene cupped his cheek, her thumb stroking it along his jawline sweetly. For a moment, Areidene truly did feel sorrow at the very idea Marak would be hurt. Never in her life had she experienced any sort of death or serious illness.
"O-Oh..." Heart thumping in her chest, tears gathered in her glittering eyes. "Marak I would never dream pf leaving. I wouldn't know where to go...what to do. I was barely allowed of the farm I would have no hope of ever getting anywhere safely. I need you Marak." Following the King out onto the balcony, she smiled, internally ready to kick herself as she linked hands with his, standing on her toes to plant a soft kiss upon his cheek, resting her head against his chest, looking skyward, genuine tears gathering in her eyes. "Its..its lovely Marak. I am sure the light reflecting off the water is...is lovely." Her throat caught, unable to keep the sorrow of her loss from her voice, though she never moved from her place against him. Covering her mouth with her hand, she shook her head. "I-...I'm sorry. This...this is going to take some...some time."
“The silence often of pure innocence persuades when speaking fails.” [ooc; ]
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 12:12 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 did his best to believe those innocent eyes; because they were glowing from genuine innocense. However, the feeling in his gut continued to plague him, and his 'scheming mind' could not find any peace in the idea that Areidene was trying her best to adjust to the kingdom so very soon after their wedding. It was just so out-of-the-ordinary that Marak could not help but feel suspicious. ' If I were a woman I would be able to better understand all those emotions on her face...but I cannot change now. The poor girl has been through enough this evening...' Tilting his head like a curious dog, Marak raised both of his eyebrows in question at the peck she placed upon his cheek. Concluding that Areidene must be up to something to even debate kissing him or holding his hand within her own, his eyes narrowed in shrewd contemplation.
"Marak I would never dream of leaving. I wouldn't know where to go...what to do. I was barely allowed of the farm I would have no hope of ever getting anywhere safely. I need you Marak." At hearing those words come out of Areidene's mouth; particularly that 'need' at the end, Marak blinked profusely and pinned his eyes on one or two symbols resting upon her shoulder. Seeing them gold and shining to prove she had passed that mental health test, Marak pursed his lip. ' It is true that she never left the farm...But her 'needing' me...' Even though they had known each other since her birth under a guise that he was a woman named 'mara', other than the friendship and affection they had shared...What other way could she need him? For the longest time, Marak just stood there, staring up at the bottom of the lake in earnest hope that he could come up with a reasonable excuse, or evidense, that she was being anything other than devious. ' Ariene can't possibly -fancy- me. It makes no logical sense...' Wanting to do everything in his power to comfort and bring happiness to his wife, Marak folded one arm around her side and ran his hand over her back as if soothing Areidene in a manner he had done numerous times whilst he had been 'Mara'. Sensing that she needed time to adjust, Marak decided to ignore the possibility that Areidene was scheming and press a gentle kiss to her forehead.
" I know it will Areidene...It will take time for both of us to adjust to this change. However, If...if you prefer, I can change forms whenever you ask it of me. I can be 'Mara' whenever you like. Your happiness is my new goal in life. You may not have realized this; but, you are the most important person in my kingdom now Areidene. Everyone will look up to you, and admire you, lavish you with gifts; because without you, my kingdom is lost. If you were to disappear...we would have no hope for the future." Speaking those words with all the compassion his gentle tone could muster, Marak held his arms around his bride as he walked back inside his chambers. Still stroking his hand down her spine in the hopes of consoling his wife from so grievious a loss as losing her entire world. It was never an easy thing to contemplate, much less experience, and he hoped that perhaps his next words would end whatever 'scheme' his mind was still trying to warn him of.
" I'll do anything for you...except let you go. If you were to leave Areidene, you would break the heart of every one of my people. Including my own...don't think that because I pretended to be a woman to be friends with you was anything less than my earnest desire to have a place in your life." Scenting the delights that dinner was in the neighboring room, Marak let go of his wife to open the door and present her to the dining room. Marak's eyes absentmindedly returning to the unavoidably large snake tattoo on her chest, shoulders, and left arm, Marak smiled a gentle smile at seeing the proof of their matrimony so painfully evident on her skin.
" I hope you enjoy veal...", Marak mumbled as he pulled one of the chairs out for Areidene in all propriety. The table looked devine, with gorgeously golden plates and goblets encrusted with dark jewels such as onyx and amber. The candlesticks were at least a foot taller than anything Areidene had ever used at her country home; with the meal smelling nothing short of gourmet. The only thing strangely absent from the table was silverware. There were no forks, knives, or spoons to speak of; and Marak sat down at a nearby chair in front of the plate pre-prepared for him as if there was nothing out of the ordinary.
______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________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: Thu Dec 30, 2010 2:44 am
Following Marak into the room, lead by the arms he had wrapped around her, invoking many burning, battling emotions within both her head and heart, Areidene stopped, for a moment, grasping Marak's hands in her own, a show of a sort of devotion that one any less trusting and innocent than she would have easily been deception. Tears rolling down her cheeks at his heart felt threats of heartbreak, Areidene shook her head, hands clasping his still more tightly. Locking gazes with the much taller goblin, a watery smile, no less brilliant than those she had warn for him years previous, she shook her head. "No. She whispered. "I wish to know my husband as he is. I wish to know you Marak, without the smoke and mirrors you have fed me for so many years. I wish...I wish to learn to be with you and fear nothing with you at my side. The speech was heartfelt, but caused the girl to feel ill. She hated herself, for what she would be doing to these people. But she had a life, she had a new life, a truth to live by that Marak had given her and she felt the driving urge to follow it, as if something burned beneath her breast, a fire that would never cease until she had fulfilled the wild urge. She had to get out.
Rising on her toes, the soles of her bare feet pressing hard into the cool stone slabs that decorated the floor, she pressed her forehead against the bridge of his nose, able to reach no higher. She had read many books, as a child, many stories of princesses and maidens who had been kidnapped and dragged away, the vast majority of them saved by a knight who rode in on a valiant steed. As far as she was concerned. Her knight was late. He had missed his entrance and she would find her own way out, despite the heavy mantle of responsibility that her forced marriage had lain across her slim shoulders. She had made her decision then. Areidene would leave, yes. She would leave and seek out her birthright. But she would return. She must return, for the sake of the people she must now call her own, for the sake of the strangely sweet man she now held close to her, in hopes he would trust her one day enough to allow the guard to slip, for her to return. Wording her response carefully, she began to speak again.
"Marak...I will not forsake you people, this kingdom. There will always be hope for you all. I swear that there shall be. I shall not leave you alone to suffer the end of your people. I will not, I could not live with myself if I did. I swear to you with all the goodness that I have been taught. I swear my heart to you Marak, when the time is right." Releasing his hands, she instead, cupped his face gently, her own head resting still against his. Her palms were cool against his skin. Gentle, and loving in a most maternal way. "I beg you to put your trust in me...to understand that I shall not forsake your kingdom, that I shall not forsake you. Whatever happens, by the law of this kingdom, that I am now a part of, I am your wife." Closing her eyes, she drew a soft breath, expelling it just as silently, though, as it broke across his face, it was sweet, perhaps a symbol of the biding promise she had given to him.
Eyes still closed, her lips found his gently and offered a most chaste kiss. Not a thing of passion or lust, it was the only sort of kiss a pure heart could give. Not wise in the ways of love, her kisses were instead, heartbreaking and filled with promises yet to be upheld. Tears running tiredly down her already stained cheeks, she pulled away, still holding the goblin King close. "I am afraid...Marak...that I cannot eat with you this night. My appetite has gone and I can hardly keep myself from collapsing. It was...a frightening evening that you have given to me. I believe it best if I retire for the night. Perhaps give you space to begin your own understand of a married life, as we both shall need it. Good night Marak. Remember. My heart is yours, when the time comes. You know that, I can see it in your eyes. You have always known it."
Withdrawing from him finally, not an inch of flesh against flesh, she turned her back retreating quietly, broken and aching, into the depths of his chambers, finding a bed already made up for the young Queen. They had been expecting her needs, the needs of every Queen prior. Sinking into the smooth silk, the gentle caress of down, it took only seconds for her eyes to close, and her mind to wander into dreams that swallowed her whole.
“The silence often of pure innocence persuades when speaking fails.” [ooc; ]]
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 7:30 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】 ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯ "Goodnight Areidene...May you sleep well this night.", was the only reply Marak had been capable of giving. The words rolling slowly off of his tongue, as if he already knew in his heart that they would be the last words he would speak to his bride.
Only able to allow his eyes to follow Areidene into his private chamber to sleep, Marak placed his hand upon the wall as if he required the additional support. As if feeling the cold touch of stone against his hand could ease his mental strain, or soothe the undeniable pain pulsating within his chest. Unable to forget the words Areidene had spoken, her promises were burned inside of his mind...and like molten iron he could think of nothing else besides the glowing embers that continued to illuminate the night. His heart aglow with the fire that her promises inspired, Marak continued to stare into nothing; his eyes transfixed within his thoughts. After hearing the tone Areidene had used, the liquid honesty wet in her eyes, and the chaste kiss she had pressed to his mouth; Marak could no longer doubt her intentions. ' Humans are liars by nature; but, there was no deception in her words.', To deny that would be foolish; and Marak was rarely a fool.
Rivaling the undead with his unshakable face, Marak allowed his hand to gently caress the wall as he dropped his arm to his side. Eyes ever on the floor as he walked towards the door leading out of his chambers. Ignoring the food completely; as he too, had lost his appetite. Both food and sleep were unappetising to him, and as the fire continued to blaze, Marak knew he would find no comfort in either this night. The urge to sleep would not have come for hours more regardless simply because his kind was usually nocternal; however, given the events that had transpired this evening...Marak would unknowingly be kept awake three more days. Sleep, now an elusive mayfly. Marak's feet silent on the cherished mable, Marak purposefully left the door seperating his private chambers from the rest of the palace three inches open. The future ever present on his mind...
' When the time is right Areidene...but now...is not the time.' Eventually Marak's feet led him to his personal study two floors down from where Areidene lay sleeping. Finding it empty, with his books and supplies strewn about where he had last left them was perhaps the only comfort Marak that brought some sense of relief to his mind. Marak knew what the future held, and that knowledge weighed heavily on his judgement. His heart contorting to contain the dismay; breaking in the effort. ' It must be done...there is no other option.' and turning his attention to the pulpit which his stationary rested upon; Marak exhaled a bitter sigh as he began to prepare the open, empty, traveller's rucksack sitting atop a nearby table for wherever Areidene happened to be going. ' The charm will keep you safe, even when I cannot.'
______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________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】 ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯[That post was epic...If this was a book I would have torn your page out and stuck it on my locker. Gosh, I'm all emotional and teary. I'm so lucky to be able to rp with all you guys. Your all fantasic rpers. *cries*]
[mbergen, I am to post once more when it is 'morning' in the rp, so don't post as Areidene until then. ^^]
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 7:36 pm
 жBennettжFletcherж A young man by the name of Bennett sat in the darkness of an alleyway of a nearby market place. The market place was busy this time of day, filled with the wealthy folks browsing the variety of items sold by the many booths that filled the market place. Bennett watched as the wealthy people went around and bought clothes and jewelry and fancy artifacts. Watching these people was a sort of hobby for him. He’d watch and wait for the opportunity to go in and make his move. Bennett loved stealing from the wealthy. He was rather poor himself, living on his own after his parents died. His parents were poor too. He remembered when he was younger his parents had a booth in this very market place that sold clothes and other hand sewn things. His mother was great at sewing which made them enough money to get by. Now that she was gone Bennett had to give up their stand and somehow make a living on his own.
As he sat in the shadows, Bennett saw what he was waiting for. A rather fat, yet rich, man was over at the fruit stand looking over the variety of fruit. Bennett got up and casually walked over to the fruit stand. As the man was turning to leave after his purchase, Bennett ‘accidentally’ bumped into the man. “Oh I am terribly sorry, sir. Pardon me” he said to the man patting him on the shoulder. “Oh no excuse me my dear boy” the man responded and walked away. Bennett smiled and walked away with his small treasure of a couple gold coins. “Works every time” he said to himself as he walked through the market place. Over the years his pick-pocketing skills had improved drastically. Now he was able to snatch a few coins in one swift movement and the victim never noticed a thing. The rest of his day continued on like this, snatching money and other things from the innocent market goers. 
Later that evening Bennett headed to The Green Dragon with his small loot to get a drink. He was sitting in the corner minding his own business when he heard Seylin say his name. “Actually I had a decent day today. How was yours?” he said matter-of-factly as he walked over to the man. He pulled a necklace, that he swiped from one of the stands when the vendor wasn’t looking, and twirled it around his finger to show it off. He smirked at Seylin who loved to tease Bennett on his many times locked up in the stocks. Bennett was always getting caught stealing. Although it was great fun, he only did it because he was poor. If he was wealthy like the king, then he would never be locked up again.
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 9:38 pm
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Ŵһєrє my ƒαmίlỵ's ƒrom....XXX  Linwe started to eat some of the food that was in front of her while her mother spoke. She could tell instantly that her mother was lying to her. However, before she could say anything else to her, Sylvanis explained herself a bit further. Linwe stopped eating after her mother mentioned the people who were after her. Her mother had explained all this to her when Linwe was old enough to understand most of it. Often times, she would forget simply because no one had ever made it close enough for to be any real danger. It wasn’t something that Linwe liked to be reminded of either. It wasn’t really a comforting thought to know that if you left your home there was a possibility of losing your life.
”I’ll do my best, Mother.” Linwe replied simply. She didn’t know what else to say. She didn’t like upsetting her mother when they had their time together. She ate her meal in silence for a bit, all the while thinking of what would happen if she were ever to leave the tower. She knew that the possibility of her being captured or killed was quite high but what if she were to go some place where the King wouldn’t think to look? Surely, he couldn’t have people everywhere and Linwe longed to visit new places. Dreaming just wasn’t enough. She longed to bring this up to her Mother but how could she? Especially now that they had just talked about the very reason why she was supposed to stay here. ”I’m sorry, Mother. I don’t mean to upset you with such thoughts.”
((Sorry that it's kind of short but I thought I would get something up.))
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 9:06 pm
XXXXX❦Sўlvanǐs∲ßℓackbℓσσ∂ﻬ_______________________________________ ≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡  For the longest time Sylvanis ate in silence, only responding to her child with the most curteous of smiles in-between her dainty nibbling. ' If I do not warn her now...I'll risk surprising her with the news tomorrow.' Not wanting to bear the strain of causing a scene with that goblin present, Sylvanis set down her fork for the final time and averted her gaze towards the silver goblet nearest her right hand. Whatever mystery fluid resided within the glass could not be said, only that the black fluid continued to steam even though there was no fire held underneath its body. Imagining that the slight acidic burn of the warm beverage would soothe her frazzled nerves, Sylvanis brought the goblet to her lips and closed her eyes in satisfaction as the steam heated her face. Drinking a youth potion as she did nearly every evening, in one form or another, Sylvanis allowed the ebony fluid to course down her throat, her skin tingling from a ravenous burn. Believing herself mentally prepared for whatever verbal outbreak her 'child' might give as a reaction, Sylvanis smiled and clasped her hands together in her lap. Perhaps a little too big of a smile to be reassuring.
" Linwe, darling, I must tell you the reason for Marak's visit." Sylvanis paused to connect Linwe's gaze with her own and ensure herself that her daughter was paying attention to her words. Her long curls framing her face as she nervously nibbled her lip.
" With the...upcoming dangers ahead in this world...Marak has suggested, what I deem, to be a solution. As you know, the man lives deep underground. Far away from enemy hands...and he could keep you safe Linwe." Sylvanis' chin began to twitch uncomfortably, something the woman did when she was unsure of herself. Barely aware that she had a subconscious habit, Sylvanis touched her right hand to her chin in the hopes of silencing the convulsions.
" He...he asked for your hand child, and I am in the mind to consider it.", Speaking the words as if they left a bitter taste on her tongue, Sylvanis grimaced acutely as she fearfully kept her eyes pinned upon her daughter's face. Her reaction turning her gut, no matter how reserved or expressive Sylvanis could have imagined it to be.
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 7:23 am
Seylin Darunia
NPC___________________________________________________________ Seylin grinned upon hearing Bennett pipe up from the corner, and upon raising his head, began to peer in-between the social drinkers until Bennett could be seen coming towards him through the crowd. ' I'll be able to tease him after all.' thought he, more joyious in the possibility of teasing the lad, rather than actually doing it. Seeing the glistening gold amulet glimmering in Bennetts hand brought Seylin a glimmer of fiendish glee. Kicking his right foot against the unoccupied chair on the table beside him, Seylin motioned towards the nearest barmaid and expressed a 'come hither' gesture with his fingers to gain her attention.
" Two amber stouts please.", Said Seylin in a kindly tone. His mood elevated enough to even bother asking: please. Turning his attention back to Bennett, Seylin leaned backwards in the comfortable arm chair and slouched slightly to get comfortable.
" My day; ay?", Seylin mused, his mouth pursing in the beginnings of contemplating the prognostics of his bad day. Deciding not to reveal any unpleasant mood towards anyone; especially Bennet, Seylin grinned crookedly as another idea flooded into his mind.
" Burdoned greatly by the sudden lack of knights in the realm.", Lying through his teeth, Seylin ended the comment with a joyious lack and smiled brightly at the barmaid as she set down the dark ales upon the wooden table by the fireplace. Grabbing the glass without hesitation, Seylin brought the foamy fluid to his mouth to partake of before he continued where he left off.
" Everyone seems to have disappeared towards Donguire in search of the princess...which normally would please me greatly; however, the price on her dear little head dost intrigue me...and yet, I am in mind to seek a greater treasure, worth far more than her little neck would be...Shall I consider your skillful hands in aiding me to retrieve it?", Seylin asked with a mischevious glint to his serious eyes. Far from playful by any means, Seylin never revealed where he planned on raiding until he was guarenteed that the other was willing to become involved.
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 6:17 pm
жBennettжFletcherж Bennett grinned as he tucked his treasure back into his pocket. Seylin couldn’t pester him now when Bennett had such a successful day. He casually sat in the chair that Seylin kicked out for him. To be invited to sit with him was something of an honor. Most people avoided him, and when Bennett sat down he saw a few wary glares from other bar goers. He tried to get as comfortable as Seylin was, but it proved to be hard. Bennett was on edge wondering what was to come from the rather mean looking fellow. When the barmaid came and dropped off their drinks he took a small gulp of liquid from the mug. He listened quietly as Seylin began saying something about the lack of knights. He raised his eyebrows when he further explained where they had all disappeared to. Of course every eligible knight would be looking for the long missing princess. The reward for retrieving such a prize was too good to pass up. Bennett would have gone to look for her if he had more than the clothes on his back. A horse and a good sword would be great to have if he could afford it. If he ever found the princess then all his problems would be solved. He wouldn’t have to worry about where his next meal was to come from and how he was going to get it. He would never be locked in the uncomfortable stocks again and heck being married to the princess was a prize on its own. She was only a couple years younger than he.
His eyes widened at the thought of a greater treasure. What could possibly be more valuable than the princess? Whatever the prize was, Seylin words definitely intrigued him. He almost jumped out of his chair when Seylin actually asked him to help him. Receiving compliments was definitely rare, so to be honored by such an offer made him a little suspicious. It only took a moment for Bennett to weigh out the possibilities. “May I ask what this precious treasure is?” he asked, even though he already knew what he was going to do. “I’d be willing to help you out, but what would I get out of it?” The thought of retrieving such a treasure was enough to convince Bennett, but his street smarts told him to remain calm. Never jump into something unless you know what you’re getting out of it. No way was he going to risk his skin for nothing. If his reward was not up to his standards, he’d simply say no until he got the reward he was looking for. This was something he’d learned from a young age back when his parents had their clothing stand.
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