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Nyx

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Welcome.

Welcome to the musings of Nyx. I hope that if you make it through this that you find something you like piques your interest. If not thank you for your time and good luck on your search.


My preferences are widely varied, Fantasy (High, low, dark, urban, historical)
Paranormal.
Supernatural.
Post-Apocalyptic.
Action Adventure.
Sci-fi.
Dystopian.
Cyberpunk.
Futuristic.
Horror.
A mash up of any of the above.

I don't do fandoms or slice of life.

All my characters are original, I would like the same from you. Strong dynamic but flawed is ideal, in fact I have preference for characters who would be considered,difficult to like or care for/ threatening/ unikely / unappealing in some way, but this is your character so bring me what you will. Just remember perfect is dull.

Story Story Story -If you are looking for a story that involves sex in the first two posts, please just get your coat. I am not, and I cant stress this enough, I am not interested in writing a sexual scene only, I want a strong story where the intimate encounters are the intermittent pick me ups, not a constant fuckfest.

Equal input, please invest in the world we are building, don't let me carry the plot.

Ok so writing the kink.

I work a little bit differently here, I personally prefer to create intense chemistry and intimacy without the expectation of it necessarily leading to the characters having a full on sexual encounter. I prefer the suspense to the outcome.
When it does come to the smutty side I have no set list of preferences because it entirely depends on the character, the setting and the plot.

Two runaway young lovers are not suddenly going to whip out ball gags, chains and nipple clamps. Well they might :eek: but it's unlikely. Those scenes are most likely going to be awkward, fumbling, sweet and pretty vanilla.

If it's a medieval fantasy war story, chances are there will be some forced and non-con aspects. Then again if my character is a battle hardened warrior she probably knows what she likes and isn't shy about getting it.
If the setting is some alien world where the beings happen to be related to our father Cthulhu. You can expect we will be flying that 'Freaky' flag pretty high.
I think you see what I am getting at. :p However I will never expect you to step outside of any boundaries you are not absolutely comfortable with.

To see if you have read this far tell me your favourite gaming fuel.

Contrary to what this may suggest I am actually pretty approachable, if you have an idea hit me up in PM, I am all for brainstorming even if it doesn't pan out.

I play both Male & female characters at the moment.

I
do tend towards the darker side of dark.
Angst. violence, pain, manipulation, mind games, addiction, delusional, smut, gore and maybe some romance if it fits, oh and action...I loves me some action.
I'm not a fade to black person in my own work, if its going to happen I want it up on the page, but I will ALWAYS be open to discussions about that kind of thing.
I'm have no problem playing against, damaged, broken, possibly irreparable characters.
I will happily put my characters through hell.

What I want from a partner.

Original characters, Dynamic, flawed, plenty of depth and potential to grow. Just remember perfect is boring.

If the story isn't working for you, that's cool just let me know.

Stay in touch OC, once a week is fine.

Be patient, I have to work on my phone,sometimes it takes 3 edits to get the post spot on.

Second trip up question, when you PM me tell me the name of your first pet.

Will RP with female characters but those come with a different set of expectations from my MxF intersctions.

I don't like dommes , writing them or opposite them , and whilst my characters are assertive I enjoy a different kind of relationship in this genre, it's a bit complex to go into here, I will do FxF relationships but they rarely run to libertine. But by all means talk to me, I love to talk ideas even if it doesn't go anywhere.



If you do not like the story, if it's not working for you or if you simply no longer have the time to commit to it, please give me the courtesy of telling me and not leave me hanging. This is a huge pet peeve of mine, if you are old enough to write on this site, you should be old enough to give that common courtesy to your writing partners.

Ons:


Plot twists - Please be able to throw in the occasional twist that I didn't see coming and be the type of writer who enjoys it when I do the same.

Intelligent & witty writing partners - If you can appreciate sarcasm (more importantly if you can spell sarcasm, the site 'does' have a spell checker), if you've ever picked up a series of books and read them for nothing more than the enjoyment of reading and know how to weave a story, we might be able to write together.

Well thought out, Dynamic, flawed characters with plenty of depth and room for growth.


Romance - I love the unexpected pairings, where you think there's no way these two would click. Also anything that gives you the chills, the intense and usually dangerous kind.

Dominant characters (you) I'm a sucker for it. That said, I will on occasion switch for a story if I like the concept, however, a strong, dominant, sometimes jealous, sometimes possessive strong partner is a huge bonus for me, but I'll make you work for it. (Not required for every story, again only when it fits.)

Consensual and Non Consensual Story elements including but not limited to kidnapping, blackmail, coercion, etc..This can be Psuedo NC, or full on Rape, please ask if your unsure of the diffrence to avoid unpleasant suprises.( Again relevance.)

D/s and/or BDSM - (mental and/or physical) not for every story, but I'm very much in favor of this, and not just for the bedroom scenes, a strong or domineering partner is big plus. For the right scenario and partner, I am willing to go to extremes in this area, from hair pulling to broken bones. Knife and gun play, Blood is fine, Gore is a meh, prefer to keep it outta the bedroom, not a nah just a meh.


Incest, not limited to smut, by this i mean sibling or family relationships that overstep the normal accepted boundaries.

OFFS

Vore.
Scat.
Clowns.
Feet.
Cuckolding/Affairs.
Safe word; Erebus
Harem/multiple partners.
Subbing to Domme.
Domme-ing, I am a god awful Domme.


If you want to come to me with an idea or scenario, or a story you want carefully built please PM with my safe word rather than reply to thread and I will do my best to oblige , if it doesn't work out then at least I have made a new friend some . Nyx.


Please Do Not Respond on Thread.

((story ideas still to come))
 
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Bound to Deceit
The Jarl of Dunfeld is a powerful man, King and ruler of all the north. A widower with a single daughter raised to be heir. That is until he re-marries and an old seeress informs him that his new young bride will have a son.
Desperate for his son to become the next in line rather than his daughter,he and his new wife concoct a plan to remove his daughter permanently from position of heir to the throne.

After much thought and planning her sends his men out to search of someone he was in command of during the war. A man he had pulled from the Gallows just before he was court marshalled for several infractions on the battle field, including ignoring rules of engagement.
Perhaps he would be the sort of man who wouldn't object to making an heiress disappear, for a price. However, she has no interest in simply vanishing. She plans to return and take what's hers. ~~~~
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Hardwired.

Somewhere in a distant dystopian future, the human race elevated itself to creator gods. Cities miles high, inbuilt bio-tech, massively increased lifespans, reduced the need for children, then society reached a crisis point. Not enough people to fulfilling essential but unpopular roles.
Skyward, an AI specialist company created 'Skins' androids/synthetic humans, created to follow orders and fill the menial roles.
However money talks, and pretty soon the rich and powerful are putting in for more "specialist" orders.
Occasionally a skin unit goes awol, when that happens Skyward call 'Syx'. Skin specialist bounty hunter. One of only a handful of people with the skills and the contacts to do it successfully.

It's one of these calls she has just received, only this time there is something different...
 
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Plot Point:I will keep you safe.



Eve has been blind since she was 5. (* i wrote this as FxM but it would work as MxM also) Determined and inventive she was determined to live a full and productive independent life. Now in her 20's she has done just that. Living alone, working and currently single after the ending of a particularly unbalanced relationship.

Life is currently pretty good.Thing is Eve has a stalker , someone who is obsessed with her. He dreams of somehow making her his, and making her adore him as much as he adores her. He imagines himself her guardian angel, rather than a voyeur, doing things to effect her life, in what he imagines are positive ways.

What makes this worse is that her stalker is her best friend. She knows someone is following her or coming into her apartment but he undermines her at every turn. Whether it's telling her she is imagining it or convincing her not to go to the authorities... There is some part of him that knows he's overstepping the mark as he goes to exceptional lengths to ensure he isn't Discovered.

This is open to a few settings & genres. The feeling I am going for is creepy forced reciprocation.
 
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Prompt.

"You called my dear?" A voice purrs beside her ear, " Did no one ever teach you what careless words may invite." He chuckles, creeping slowly in the periphery of her vision. Fingers slowly and delicately trace along her jaw, stopping at her chin. "How lovely"

When she tries to turn and face him he forces her to face forward with a firm hand. "Ah ah I did not say you could look" His playful tone at odds with the strength of his grip. A thumb brushes over her bottom lip," Hmm what an exquisite thing, I do believe I have a use for you."


( open to ideas, bring me what you got, PM please not in thread..)

Prompt

  • Modern Urban Fantasy. Orphaned children are genetically modified by the government to hunt monsters. As adults, these Witchers are distrusted by the public at large, but provide a needed service.
 
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Plot: Keeper's of the Veil

In a world where even the lowliest servant has some measure of magical ability, the powers that be covetously guard the source and the capacity to increase their powers. Sadly only the very rich, very powerful, well connected or naturally gifted are encouraged into higher echelons of this elitist society are able enjoy this privilege.
It is a world of many races, all working to their strengths. Whilst there are prejudices, as happens, anywhere where there are differences they are largely small or personally driven feuds.

The exceptions are Baels,\Maenads\long lived lore keepers and kin to Daemons\ Fae , being of immense power, originally a benevolent race, they have been hunted mercilessly as devils bringers of doom , stealers of children,rapers of women creatures hell bent on the destruction of the lesser races.

Truth is these creatures are the guardians of the Allure, the power that gives the world all its magic. This fact has always been withheld from the masses by the powers that be, whilst they also fuel the hatred with cleverly woven fear mongering and propaganda.

Now certain they are down to the last few of the Bael the Most powerful put their ultimate plan into action. What do they want? To kill the keepers of the Allure taking it for themselves and remove the ability from everyone except those they deem most worthy.

What they don't realise is when the last one dies so will the worlds connection to the Allure.What else they do not know is that once every 1000 years A chosen member of the Bael goes on a mission to replenish the veil that keeps the world protected from their chaos blooded kin, who linger on the fringes of the world occasionally able to enter through fissures appear randomly when the veil weakens, these beasts are hungry for the opportunity to one day gain unlimited access and wreak total destruction. The time has come for this ritual to be performed again.

Can this ancient protector of the world convince their would be assassin to aid them or will the Hunter take the Bael and its secrets to their employers, bringing about a future doomed to chaos.

The Characters.

The Bael

The Hunter. Or Posssibe other.

Any others as needed.
 
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It's beauty and the beast, only with War, Violence and maybe a little bit of magic.
Oh and no handsome Prince.



The Kingdoms are on the verge of war…it is inevitable.
negotiations have failed and nations stand with armies ready.

Your character


Leader of the kingdom elite military , small fast ,stealth oriented strike forces sent in ahead of the treaty signing. To do damage at key strategic points before war starts and continue areaking havoc behind enemy lines

Known for his efficiency, brutality and relentless.

He can have some form of power gifted by his deity or patron if desired…and honestly the more otherworldly terrifying he is the preferred.

This guy is a monster given human form.



My character is Fate blessed , gifted to be able to tip the odds in whoever she is withs favour.. It's not unusual for a priestess like this to be sent with the unit. She unfortunately was barely out of the convent before she was sent to war


Everything about what he does and is disgusts her initially her fear and abject horror at what he does obstructs all and any possibility of them having a beneficial relationship and her lack of field training is a hindrance.


basically this follows the fortunes of the war and their relationship. And her turn around from looking for his salvation , to realising that in order for their existence to continue there needs to be men like him.
Setting can be discussed,
 
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Solace

]Having spent a long night waiting Solace stretched, her cold stiff joints objecting to the motion,her muscles even more so. The rising sun brought a soft smile to her features. Pale skin reflecting the array of colours the sky had to offer as the Sun first peeked over the horizon .
If her decision was accepted she would only see one more sunrise after this , then there would be darkness. Everyone else would be safe though, for a while at least.
Exhaling , the brisk air making breath visible from rose pink lips , her mouth promised tenderness , warmth, fragrance, comfort a place to fall into and lose yourself. Raven black waves that could have been gifted by Nyx herself, framed her face, pulling her hair up into a bun, unruly tendrils escaping reflecting some of the girls nature , her desire to be free.
When the sun finally rose high enough to cast back the shadow from her eyes it revealed they too were as dark as the sky had been that moonless night. They showed no fear at the weighted decision she had made, no indication that she had given up her right to any sort of future.
In her minds eye she had cast off the chains that bound her to an existence once filled with fear. By taking the choice, by making it her own, it had lost all power over her.

The walk back to the village was enough to ensure any doubts remained buried, as she watched children play carefree in the morning sun, a few of her peers, other girls as yet uncoupled still wore worried looks as they made their way to the Patriarchs holding. Some parents held onto their girls weeping, hands clasped in silent prayer, others were stoic in their resolve , if fate spoke then so it would be.
Tonight would bring the last night of the new moon, the three chosen girls would be prepared. Well fed and good wine to warm their bones , in the hour before dawn they' d be taken and bound at the mound south of the village gates and left to await their fate.
Solace stood quietly , she had no family to pray for her, no suitor to beg for her , alone she would stand listening. The pleas, the reasons, so many reasons why their daughters could not go, would not be taken. At least 3 had given away their Maidenhead in the last three nights, much to the chargrin of the Patriarch. Soon sorrow turned to anger and bickering, families at each other's throats, a young girl, too young was pulled into the fray her mother howling, distraught with the pain that only a mother knows at the loss of her child.
Finally Solace stepped forward, the melodic lilt to her voice too quiet to be heard over the rabble, and chaos . Fear making them deaf and blind to their surroundings. Once again she tried to make herself heard to no avail, though something caused the Patriarch to look up from his placement at the head of the table, his grey eyes scanned the room until they met the girls soulful orbs. For a moment they regarded each other, Solace offered nothing more than a slight nod , his brows furrowed for a moment, then understanding became apparent in his expression, he gave her a moment longer only to consider her decision . Seeing that she remained resolute , he nodded.

The Patriarchs voice bellowed as he stood raising both hands and slamming them down on the table.
" Enough, the decisions are made, those of you with families make your arrangements, say your goodbyes and return here at midnight!"

The entire room stunned to silence , then came alive with the sounds of mutterings and questions , eventually the questions became theories and speculation. 'What had happened ?' 'Who had they decided?' Then realising that it might be better to simply leave, rather than question their good fortune the remaining families and girls scattered, hurrying back to their homes.
Solace watched as the young girl who had been dragged into the argument terrified and confused allowed a smile to turn the corners of her lips and her pale blue eyes brimmed with tears of relief as her father wrapped her in his arms and took her away. That simple scene was enough to reassure Solace she had made the right decision. In five years when this happened again, hopefully she would be coupled and safe.
Life as a wife , barefoot and pregnant from the night of her coupling was not in the dreams Solace had. Death was most certainly preferable to that fate. She knew not why she had feared that future so much. Whilst most girls giggled behind their hands and made eyes at those they were promised to, and even at those they weren't , Solace would spend her days running with the dogs , hunting or tracking. Her nights camped out up a tree.
They made fun of her figure, lithe and lean, her movements feline in their grace, and with an efficiency rare in someone untrained as she was. No muscle moved unless it was required for the job at hand, it gave her a confidence in her body that others did not have. Although she was aware she would never be considered a muse for a great lovers sonnet, and no-one would wax lyrical over her luxurious figure or generous curves, she was content to be as she was.

So the night came , she sat quietly ,when fear threatened to overwhelm the others, she sang them songs from their summers. Lifting their spirits enough so they might eat, encouraging them do drink a little more than perhaps they would have , because she knew good food and wine would bring on sleep. Sure enough she helped them to their cots, she brushed their hair and kissed them both goodnight as their mothers might have done.
Sleep did not come for her though, she sat and watched the fire, made stories with the images she saw in there.
Two hours before dawn she woke the others, loosed their hair , dressed them in the simple white shifts that was all they would be required to wear. Finally she loosed her own hair it cascaded as though the night itself had been painted down her back, stopping at her waist. The shift was only slightly paler than her own skin, open to her breastbone and the length stopped midway down her thigh. Not a lot to guard against the brisk morning air.
They stepped outside, the village stood and greeted them, gave them offerings, more than a few raised an eyebrow when they saw Solace placed between the two who were already known to be sacrificed.
The sky had just begun to grey , the darkness receding ever so slightly as they reached the pillars where the girls were to be bound. Again Solace did her best to calm the other two, showing no fear of her own, but she did feel sadness for them. Hiding it well for fear it would escalate and become hysteria. Finally she stood her back against her pillar ,placing her hands behind her and allowing them fastened. As the footsteps receded into the distance, one of the girls began to sob quietly and again Solace sought a song from their childhood with which to calm the girl.
Whilst she sang the horizon began to pale then light up, and for a moment the dawn was before them, only to suddenly be replaced by an unnatural darkness. what brought that darkness she could not see. But the presence she felt approach ignited the first embers of fear she had felt since this began.

((OOC: the premise here is Solace despising everything her captor is. But gradually starting to understand the nature of the beast and there has to be a place even for monsters. YC , can be anything from demon to warlord, and whilst he requires she acquiesce to his requests and will ensure she does , what he ultimately wants is her as a champion to his cause. Some aspects of Dub-con, Non con , discipline,mind games


Just a quick itch....ok I admit these are not quickies they are pretty in depth. I clarified some aspects of Solace and Dead is the start.

S.T.A.L.K.E.R theming.But some Mad Max thrown in for shits n giggles
N/c. Leaning into a kind of twisted dark romance of mutual dependency.
Alot of violence in general. Why, because it's the mf Apocalypse .
MC, Marley,kid (late teens)to a trader has been left at a settlement by her dad. Because the final stop on his run is The last mile a slave town and he never takes her there . Now Marley survives out in this hell hole because honestly noone can tell if she's a boy or a girl right off and she plays into that. It's saved her ass literally a few times.
Anyway a month passes dad doesn't come back. And all Marley can do is wait ...until YC comes by , and just maybe she tricks him, and just maybe he gets stuck with this kid ...and just maybe he's pissed as all hell about it.
So who is he...so long as he is the solitary, anti social Hunter of men type..(but not so much of a bastard he'd shoot a teenager in the head, beat their ass definitely ) ...other than that he can look and act anyway u like.


YC - a serial killer with an infamy to match the most renowned of the 20th century. Most ppl consider that his particular reign of terror is up after he is executed.
Only a few months after he is supposed to be in the ground his exact mo turns up.
Turns out those particular killings were ritualistic, could say YC bought himself away to immortality. Turns out YC can swap places, with souls of with a person just thru physical touch. Which is how he escaped the electric chair.
After a short hiatus he starts up again. This guy is so much of a sadist he even enjoys torturing the bodies he's in before he is Audi and into the next one.

MC is an pathologist and Anthropologist with a specialty in obscure sacrificial cults.
The first interaction is accidental, and something about it ( probably an unexpected kindness on her part) puts her on his radar.
And he's takes half monitoring her but his obsession increases once he realises she is the one the who's been brought in to uncrack the code of his mo.
As with all good hunting the Hunter situations they have some weird connection. Probably brought around with her spending so much time relieving his crimes it leaves her susceptible to him being able reach out into her psyche when she isn't guarded. So sleeping, tired or day dreaming.
What he wants from being all up in her head...that's on you.
Again alot of violence and probably gore in this one wether that leans to sex for our killer, It could... between M/C and Y/C they are going to spend alot of time apart at least in the beginning so it's all mind games, and manipulation. Their connection thru dreams is where plays out what he wants from her his desire to keep her leads to him finding her and stalking her while the body count around them rises. His obsession comes from the belief that her understanding what he is doing is the same as understanding why.



Dirae is looking for a cure, a way to save her life. Born with the ability to draw from the veil, like any magic user something happened in her teen when the conduit that allowed her to use and discharge this energy simply stopped functioning Now she wracked with pain and the power is destroying her from he inside out.
Y/C , warlock ,demon, anyone or thing that might have a purpose for a living battery. comes to Dirae with a cure. What is it actually is is a contract, entrapment, a deal with no way out. sure he can draw the energy off giving her partial and short lived respite but truth is there is no "cure".
The method for drawing this power off her can be as twisted or sadistic as he likes, maybe its physical maybe its psychological, maybe its sexual, maybe it's all of the above depending on his mood. Maybe he realises certain things cause her to draw more power so he puts her through a series of stressors to find the most effective way to increase her output if you like. Having her around gives him the chance to advance and succeed promoting himself much higher in the hierarchy he lives , she will hate him for it , but still be forced to beg for his help each time it gets too much to bear.

If nothing here catches your eye but perhaps my vibe does, bring me something , darker is always better.
 
Prompt 1

Hunter or hunted as of this moment Ari cannot be sure it's been hours since it all went to shit.


To be fare it all felt wrong from the start.

Sure maybe The Veritas wouldn't take the contract, the assassin's made their own rules about what jobs they took .
Usually Mortis didn't take contracts on standard humans . Usually they strictly stuck to witches and summoners and their creations or summons .

Ari should have trusted that feeling that kept whispering that something wasn't right. On the plus side that whisper meant when the assassin's dart missed it's mark Ari was a step ahead, staggering to make it look like the poison was working stopped a second being sent to replace it.
What happened next just sent everything to hell , someone or something launched a bolt at the assassin, who clearly wasn't expecting trouble careened forwards passed Ari pitching off towards the edge of the building.
Then for some reason beyond comprehension Ari reflexively grabbed his wrist as he went past. Both looking at the other in complete bewilderment, Ari the first to get it together heaved the would be assassin back onto the ledge. Then looked back to check if their threat was on route...they were. Still a good few streets away across the rooftops but still far to close for comfort.
" I suggest you get the hell out of here." And with that pearl of wisdom Ari was gone.

(( OOC , Looking for heavy character conflict, stress, aggro, and violence. Who is your OC,?
Could be the assassin thinks Ari knows more than they do
Could be a witch or a summoner Ari is forced to make a deal with in order to gain assistance. Or maybe the person who put a mark on Ari and has a grudge. Or bring your own idea. Hit me up in DMs))


Prompt 2.

This room smelt of camphor, and sulphur and chalk dust. Carefully inscribed symbols , marked precise locations ...and on the floor a summoning circle. This was definitely the place but the Summoner was long gone.
The Hunter looked carefully for clues as to a possible heading.,
A noise from behind a wall had them pulling a sconce to reveal a hidden door. crossbow drawn the Hunter entered through the hidden door and behind it ?

"Well well well look what we have here."

Curled on the floor one of the summoners pets lay abandoned and miserable. Trapped and bound by the magic it had to adhere to.

It s disdain was palpable, utterly delighting The Hunter
"Guess what , you and I are going on a hunt, to help me track your master..."

((OOC detail characters and further plot development.))


A UNICORN

So I am woefully out of practice writing scenes of a intimate and sexual nature. So this is designed to help me brush up on those skills.

Firstly a heads up, so I have written this as a one shot...there is a beginning a middle and a conclusion... something very special would have t happen for it to continue. So please take that into account should you consider this.
Altho I very rarely write a sexual scene only, that doesn't mean I expect any less effort in the character creation...if anything more effort because there's less opportunity for growth.

Y/C comes back from war. (setting to be determined open to any suggestions.)

Struggling with all the horrors he saw, the sights , sounds ,smells visiting him in flashbacks during the day and nightmares on the rare occasions he sleeps inflicted on others he begins to spiral trying to find away to block out the Somethings work for a while but not often. The only time he finds any peace is in the company of a young;
novitiate/oracle , basically any dynamic u can think of that would make this forbidden. ( open to suggestions).

So he starts to spend more time around her. the closer or more intimate (socially) their time together , the more relief he finds and the longer he gets reprieve from his nightmares. But it's fleeting ...and so his desperation grows, the visits become more frequent . For him it's necessity. The
realisation she can stop the nightmares becomes a belief that she is meant to.

It excalates as his condition persists and he forces himself on her. In the mistaken belief it will finally make all the horrors leave him be What begins as a series non/con exchanges ((these do not have to resort to violence, but we can discuss that OOC))....at some point some event occurs he needs to explain himself to her .

At which pointwhich point the dynamic shifts she offers offers to become his panacea.

(( I get that this is pretty much a complete story which is why I am running it as a one shot,there obviously more to be discussed in OOC . Also if I know you from here already and this is something you'd be willing to try buuut your not sure about having it out in public threads. Come talk to me)) [/Spoiler ]
 
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The Creeping of Chaos

The last five years have seen an increase in the effects of the chaos. A remote area of the kingdom mostly know for it's abundance of the herbs required for healing. Sadly the calls for assistance went unheeded until the larger towns of the realm felt the loss from the lack of productivity.

It would seem someone or something has made a very tactical manoeuvre, attacking a resource so restricted that once lost all the mysterious enemy would have to do is wait for the first sickness or plague to take hold and the entire kingdom would be crippled.

Finally the lord's council has seen fit to send help.
Who will it be and will they be equipped to face whatever chaos tainted enemy has seen fit to make this the opening gambit.

(( OOC An unlikely union have to negotiate their differences in order to conquer the unrelenting darkness))

****** ******
A word broken is a curse spoken

They had never stayed in a place longer than a full year. Always moving on with the first new moon of each spring.
He'd taught her hunting, survival, tracking, warding, her letters and numbers, the three most common spoken tongue and two from the beast folk. Taught her how to trade , make medicines and poisons . Drilled her endlessly day and night. The years passed by as did the scenery, rarely did they cross a path they'd walked before . Until one autumn she'd notice him slow , hesitate before he drew his bow. But she said nothing. The first time he missed a trail she said nothing, but by the third she had become unsettled.
That night they sat and ate together. He explained this would be Thier last winter together that she must push on alone, keep moving forward never look back. Never slow and never retrace her steps.
When she asked him why what all this was for he could give her no answer. Only that come spring seek the Blue vale rangers and ask for Mistrel, they could give the answers he could not speak.
On the dawn following the longest night they said their good byes.
And with her heart in pieces but bound to do as she was told she left, in order to make the distance by spring.

((OOC, A father promises his first born in a deal only to back out when he loses his wife and she's all he has left. To whom was the promise made. How far can you run until there's nowhere left to go.))
 
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Prompts

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"At least I can trust you..." Her statement was laced in sarcasm.
The man whom she addressed shook his head , all the while the look of bitterness fixed upon his face.
"I'd sell you out and have your throat slit in a moment, ma'am. But it's over two moons Trek, and I wouldn't last a week before somebody else did the same to me"
.His honesty caused the corner of her mouth to curl into a grin.
" And that right there is exactly why you ARE most suited for this task.



The Demons Torment
Long Silver needles were driven through each of the captive's arms . The final act to complete the binding circuit.. Six other already firmly in place along the leylines of the captor It growled in sharp pain and anger, but it did not break its temper yet. Your power is my power and so it will be forever .
" I will return all your torments tenfold when I free myself," The demons growl low but absolute in its conviction.
Its jailor's face turned grim, but was not deterred. " if it requires all the silver, in the land I will succeed, and if you continue to resist, you will be nought but holes"

Prompt:

Dark Elf x Duelist - The girl's hair dripped sopping wet with sweat, but the creature couldn't have been more excited and entertained. They had been dancing for over an hour now, it just happened to be that they were dancing with their blades.​


Doomed x Gypsy - The body's limp heart did its best to beat, but to no avail, and the seconds of life left were quickly vanishing. A hand swept over the dying one's forehead, and then... relief? The dying one's eyes shot open, but lapsed as soon as the contact was broken​

Pairing;

Thanatos x Macaria, fated , tragic, dub-con.


Prompt.

"Beware an old man in a profession where men die young."

You've all heard it but lets see what spin we can put on this classic.
 
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New Plot:

The rain came down so heavy it almost drowned out the sounds of fighting below. The streets now literally running red-brown with blood , the cloying sweet metallic reek of death permeated everything .
Three days and three nights this battle had raged. The invading force gradually taking ground until they reached the Consulate walls.

The place would have been razed to the ground of it hadn't been for an available heir to be captured.
It would make for a much easier transition politically and subdue any chances of rebellion if they were brought to heel.

So those were the orders . Fighting came to halt as orders and strategies were relayed.

Meanwhile inside, cornered like rats the remaining defenders made plans of their own to ensure the heirs escape

,((OOC . Requesting a battled hardened bastards for our invading forces...plus NPC's.

I was going to be the remaining defenders plus our fleeing heir. Setting and genre open for debate.))
 
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