Deamonbane
Bane of Deamons
Just putting up a couple of ideas that I've have churning around in my head for a while. One on ones for the most part, and more focused on plot and character development over anything else.
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She, a goddess, is bored. How could she be bored? Well, it is simple. There is nothing to do in the heavens, at least nothing fun to do. So she takes on the shape of a woman, immortal though she is, mortal is what she appears. But still, as beautiful as a goddess. Kings fell to her beauty. She took over the world with he beauty, with her charisma, with her skill. Her lover, another god, left her as he did not like what she had become. She shunned him as well. How could he not love a goddess?
And yet, years later, she became bored again. Sports were made to entertain her. Gladiatorial sports spread over the country as the new rage. The best from every land were brought to her, for her games. One man rose above the rest. Still a mortal, she thought, and was bored... until she saw him... he looked so familiar... so much like... her former lover.
And yet, years later, she became bored again. Sports were made to entertain her. Gladiatorial sports spread over the country as the new rage. The best from every land were brought to her, for her games. One man rose above the rest. Still a mortal, she thought, and was bored... until she saw him... he looked so familiar... so much like... her former lover.
They grew up together. How they managed that, only God knows. She was rich, pampered, royalty of the state, her father the rich owner of oil companies both foreign and domestic, and her mother was a supermodel. He was the kid of the groundskeeper, and they met as he was helping his father with his work on a school holiday. She was bored, her friends all traveling elsewhere and she sickened, forced to stay home for the holidays. So they got to talking and a friendship quickly bonded between the two of them. They grew into their teen years, and as her parents saw this friendship budding at first, they thought it was quite adorable, but as thoughts that such a friendship between a boy and a girl growing into puberty might turn into something a bit more romantic, her parents sought for a way to end the friendship in as smooth a way as possible.
And then something happened. Something that marked them very deeply. Something that they never spoke to anybody else about. So deep was it that it thoroughly derailed their relationship, and she was sent off to a boarding school, and they never saw each other again.
Ten years later, and instead of following in his father's footsteps working for her family, he became a police detective, and a fairly successful one. During a time that the police were investigating a certain vigilante character, a kind of guy that sneaked around in the shadows, face covered by a deep hood, and went about doing good and catching bad guys. Seen as something of a hero to the populace of the city. About that time, she returns, successful after studying law, and with a little help from her father, a heavy hitter in one of the largest law firms in the country. They don't run in the same circles, but they run into each other on the street, him investigating the that vigilante, her busy with some sort of family business. Her father was very ill, see? They agree to meet for dinner the very next day.
And then something happened. Something that marked them very deeply. Something that they never spoke to anybody else about. So deep was it that it thoroughly derailed their relationship, and she was sent off to a boarding school, and they never saw each other again.
Ten years later, and instead of following in his father's footsteps working for her family, he became a police detective, and a fairly successful one. During a time that the police were investigating a certain vigilante character, a kind of guy that sneaked around in the shadows, face covered by a deep hood, and went about doing good and catching bad guys. Seen as something of a hero to the populace of the city. About that time, she returns, successful after studying law, and with a little help from her father, a heavy hitter in one of the largest law firms in the country. They don't run in the same circles, but they run into each other on the street, him investigating the that vigilante, her busy with some sort of family business. Her father was very ill, see? They agree to meet for dinner the very next day.
Brothers. You'd hate them if you didn't love them. This one in particular is being a dreadful nuisance. He's rushing off around town, making scenes, getting into fights… clawing people's chests open. Yeah, that's what werewolves do when they're cranky and excited. That's what werewolves do when they lose their mates. He would have sympathized with his brother's plight if he hadn't been tasked by daddy to go and find said brother and end his killing spree before people start getting a whiff of these supernatural killings. They might get smart.
She's an INTERPOL agent. Never really having had much more to do at her job than running around trying to track international criminals through paperwork, she wants a real case. Something exciting, something thrilling. Something… like a string of particularly brutal murders that are popping up around Europe? Yes, something like that. She's tasked with acquainting this villain with INTERPOL sleeping quarters, and she's on the job like a hound after a….
She finally catches up with him. She reaches the scene of the crime right after it happens, finding a young, rather large man looking over the evidence there first," Hey! That's my Crime scene!"
She's an INTERPOL agent. Never really having had much more to do at her job than running around trying to track international criminals through paperwork, she wants a real case. Something exciting, something thrilling. Something… like a string of particularly brutal murders that are popping up around Europe? Yes, something like that. She's tasked with acquainting this villain with INTERPOL sleeping quarters, and she's on the job like a hound after a….
She finally catches up with him. She reaches the scene of the crime right after it happens, finding a young, rather large man looking over the evidence there first," Hey! That's my Crime scene!"
How could things have gone this wrong?
The Legendary Ninth Legion had gone unbeaten through the entire campaign through Gaul. Their warriors had been brave, but unorganized. The battles were brief, but served to inflate the egos of the Ninth's legionaries. Then they moved into Britannia, a country that had been plagued by revolts for a long time now. The Ninth lands on the shores of the Land of the Mist, confident that they would correct the deviant ways of these barbarians soon enough.
Enter your character. She is a legend among men. The daughter of a goddess, it is said. Her skill with the blade is legendary, her tactical skill without peer (Insert her having killed a giant, troll or dragon here, if you like. A seeress or magicker of some kind would be fun too). She has united many of the northern Britannic tribes into a fighting machine that the Ninth does not expect. One a misty morning as the Legion marches through a wood, they are attacked. A blood and overly brief battle ensues, with what remains of the Romans running in fear, men who have stood before larger forces and impossible odds without flinching soiling themselves as they run for their lives. All but one. A centurion, on his horse, drives his men forward into the barbarian horde, drawing them away from the retreating forces. He is forced from his mount where he proves his martial skill by defeating six of the finest warriors of the Iceni tribes, when, as all of his men lie dead at his feet, the golden eagle of the ninth still standing behind him, the barbarians hold off on their attack. The centurion is confused for a minute until he sees this Warrior Woman ride forward on her black stallion.
The Legendary Ninth Legion had gone unbeaten through the entire campaign through Gaul. Their warriors had been brave, but unorganized. The battles were brief, but served to inflate the egos of the Ninth's legionaries. Then they moved into Britannia, a country that had been plagued by revolts for a long time now. The Ninth lands on the shores of the Land of the Mist, confident that they would correct the deviant ways of these barbarians soon enough.
Enter your character. She is a legend among men. The daughter of a goddess, it is said. Her skill with the blade is legendary, her tactical skill without peer (Insert her having killed a giant, troll or dragon here, if you like. A seeress or magicker of some kind would be fun too). She has united many of the northern Britannic tribes into a fighting machine that the Ninth does not expect. One a misty morning as the Legion marches through a wood, they are attacked. A blood and overly brief battle ensues, with what remains of the Romans running in fear, men who have stood before larger forces and impossible odds without flinching soiling themselves as they run for their lives. All but one. A centurion, on his horse, drives his men forward into the barbarian horde, drawing them away from the retreating forces. He is forced from his mount where he proves his martial skill by defeating six of the finest warriors of the Iceni tribes, when, as all of his men lie dead at his feet, the golden eagle of the ninth still standing behind him, the barbarians hold off on their attack. The centurion is confused for a minute until he sees this Warrior Woman ride forward on her black stallion.