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OOC: This is an open by requests thread. If you're interested in roleplaying with this character in this scene and have an idea, please toss it my way by PMing me. If it works with what I'm sort of looking for, I'll let you know ^_^ Just please don't join unless you get prior approval, since this involves my Grand Duke of Connlaoth character, Calent. This is a civil war related thread, so be sure to read up on that information as well. Thanks!

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It started off as fingers skirting across the keys, fingers whispering across the ivories, lightly clinking as the song tinkled across the music room in delicate, cascading sound. The energy, light at first, was quickly growing tenser and more tense as knuckles went white, fingers diving into the keys as the Grand Duke sat before his piano in the dead of night. Each key struck, thrust another clanking set of reprieves, then gentleness... then rage once again, then again, like the fervent waves of the ocean in a storm....
But then....

......


.................


.....

silence.



A breeze swept into the room, making the shadows and curtains come alive. The scones, once lit, threatened to snuff out, bending against the winds, but once they settled, the lights returned more vibrantly and their dance of light remained a hazey glow across the polished wood. Calent stared across it to the opposing side of the room, fingers hesitant over the keys before he rose and approached a glass table int he corner where he picked up his violin.

It was like an itch he could not scratch. The expressions were there, but the words were not- and he found, even with music, he was fumbling in his speech. So with his back to a nearby set of mirrors and crystal chandeliers, which had already been snuffed out of their light that evening, he squared off his shoulders and lifted his chin. And once he had the violin settled against his arm and his chin digging into it, he took the bow, one pinky finger raised, and pulled it across the strings to let the notes carry, frail and wailing as a soft rumble of thunder purred against the arrival of a second set of winds.

When the lightning flickered and the smell of rain reached his nose, his song grew quieter, notes moving in tune with the smells, sights and sounds of the night. So the strokes made the noise airy, mysterious and soothing, with smooth transitions from one verse to the next. With shadows and low lights keeping the place in a whispered glow, the song began to rise, and long strokes becoming short and chopping as the bow cut into the strings and then, fingers plucking in between in short, angered bursts before he bowed his head, hair falling over his eyes and he let the bow slice across the strings and just as it had been with the piano- the notes were rising louder, sharper and fuller-

And just at the moment, a string snapped and the room went silent....

Except for the dark fluttering of the drapes and the fading, contorted disfiguration of sound from the broken violin's chord. That was.. until a heavy gust of wind bubbled out the drapes then cut through them in a rush, which fluttered through the light scraps of hair the Grand Duke had cut across his forehead- and then- into darkness he went. The winds, calming, taking the candle light with into silence.

Carefully, his eyes rose to the window were the lightning flickered. But as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he saw a form-  female and slender, moving against glints of silvered rain. Her form was as amorphic and hypnotic as the veil, and while the curtains moved and rolled against the wild winds, she was approaching-
And he said nothing, for he knew this dark shadowed figure would come.
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In the silence the shadowed figure danced closer towards Calent slowly in an enticing fashion, But as the figure touched the window it simply dissappeared into thin air as another flash of lightning lit the room again for just a second. And in that instant a thin feminine arm reached out behind Calent and brushed agains the man's back in a very sensual fashion before another arm slipped out of the darkness and embraced the duke softly, A key were struck on the piano followed by another and another continuing untill it became a calm but romantic piece.

-"Why dost thy hesitate Duke? Is there something troubling thee?"

A soft womanly voice whispered into the Duke's ear with a strong sensual undertone, The figure behind Calent who was speaking was a near naked woman wearing nothing more than a slightly transparent camisole and silk underwear. The woman's skin was ghostly pale and her long wavy hair hung in the air as if under water she looked vaugely like the shadowed figure calent had seen before, the only difference was that she had bright pink coloured eyes that gave her an innocent feel to the woman.

-"Yes what bothers thee o Duke of Connlaoth?"

Said another voice from the piano, the voice was female as well but more bold and seemed to instill some kind of fear to all who heard it. The fingers of the figure by the piano ran over the keys producing the emotional piece in the background. The figure itself could not be discerned however instead all one could see was a shadowy sillouhette resembling a curvy female but there was a very visible Grin upon the face of the shadowy figure that seemed to grow in tact with the music, A big toothy grin.

-"Tell us thy troubles"

Said both of the women in their respective voice as the curvy shadowy figure opened a pure white eye to look at Calent, while the thin near naked woman circled around Calent pressing herself aginst him so softly that it felt like a silk cloth brushing over one's skin. The Pale woman looked up at Calent with a weak but concerned expression while the Shadowy woman gazed at him possessively while grinning wide both of them waiting for Calent to reply. Both of the figures gave off an dream like feel as if they could dissappear at any moment making it all seem so much more like a dream.

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Calent Allarrick had dreamed many things in all his life, though recently the nightmares had become more lucid. Though now, this dream seemed to hold an eerily different tune, and his striking green eyes cut through the shadows as they went from one woman, to the next.

The music on the piano made him shiver, but so did the presence of the women when they began to circle and press around him. He felt himself dizzy, this dream so loose and fluid, like the shadows that danced in the night time winds.

Closing his eyes, he wondered if he could wake up from this, but feeling the soft touch from the women, he opens his lips and released a soft breath- something short of a moan before he opened his eyes again to see nothing but a woman's near naked flesh.

Even in this dream like fantasy, he felt a knot tighten in his throat and elsewhere as his gaze tkes over her form. Itw as too surreal and without answering their questions, he moved out to touch the more innocent, but scantily clad girl, his touch gentle, as if afraid he might break her when he reached out for her cheek.
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I ran the Connlaothian civil war. For more info, check out it's page here. The war has now turned into a 'Cold War' with it's plotting page found here. It's no longer a huge site wide event but the scars are there.

My currently active characters:
Grand Duke Calent Allarrick // Aella Coleridge // Blaith Harmond // Kella Harmond  // Hope Allarrick // Krah Mordeth // Mehtwald Allaen // Zannrick Austengarde // Katahnia Harmond // Jinai Rinstgate  // Leif Arrant // Dekka Blade  // Kentamin Dhelsbar  // Dahnny Quills  // Victoria Armani  // Ohna Waitsmith  // Jarrett L'isson  // Trest Arristaire  // Clayton "Jack-in-the-Box" Wilson // Cullen  //  Vels // Shay // Killian  // Fluke  // Mellesta // Danning // Petrin // Gavriella // Dornsley // Miersck // Aelith // Iyla // Angel // Ellarrah // Persea Ah'nikh // Phone // Jace // Ne'friss // Opus Dey // Lord Amalin // Ehvren // Narophne // Edward // Dehzrehn // Chase Vander // Valeska // Jayo //Layana // Rezvek // Red Sun // Harmanaija // Mirajah // Liana // Oska //Hay-gee // Beatrice // Ninn // Dao'bachpa //Pao'orha // Mae'leena // Davishire // Davina// Gemla // Hyathia //Thethysis // Urd // Missendria // Ina-herit // Feni'tat // Phen // Evelyn // Kell // Striker // Ithica // Connor // Vlint // The Gambler // Lord Aegis // Thomas // Quince // Althea // Vaeyna // Ihlsepar Asawa'eht // Krazxick // Djchastese // Katoma // Na'o // Moonlight // Bluesong //Caollette // Artemis // Arrick // Evetta //Jackal // Winston //Lenny // Anphis // Hebara //Ibra // Dre'hn // Veride // Arthund // Kao

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The thin girl looked at Calent when he reached out to her and when he touched her she leaned into his hand while softly gripping his hand, Meanwhile the curvy shadowy woman sauntered over to Calent while the piano kept playing itself.

-"Let us help thee o grand duke"

They both said in sync as the thin girl looked deeply into Calent's eyes with her innocent eyes, She was cold to the touch as she had near to no clothes at all. The Curvy woman circled around Calent to his side where she leaned against his side reaching out her hand and caressing Calent's neck, Her touch hot and soft as if she was warm from excitement and arousal.

-"We art here to help thee... any way possible"

The shadowy woman whispered into Calent's ear while she ran her hand through his hair still grinning widely, Her soft body pressed against his back as she leaned against him more. The thin girl smiled weakly at Calent as she leaned onto his body as well, Her body not as soft as the other woman but much more delicate and fair.

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The dream was just so strange- if that's what it was as he closed his eyes, but was pulled back into reality at the women's touch- and the sudden rumble of thunder.

"I do not think either of you can help.." his words came out in barely a croaked whisper, and the second he spoke, a chilling wind fluttered through his music room and snuffed out any remaining candle light. But the darkness was short lived as a fluttering array of lighning flickered into the room-

But the Grand Duke kept his eyes closed.

Yes, he must be dreaming.
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I ran the Connlaothian civil war. For more info, check out it's page here. The war has now turned into a 'Cold War' with it's plotting page found here. It's no longer a huge site wide event but the scars are there.

My currently active characters:
Grand Duke Calent Allarrick // Aella Coleridge // Blaith Harmond // Kella Harmond  // Hope Allarrick // Krah Mordeth // Mehtwald Allaen // Zannrick Austengarde // Katahnia Harmond // Jinai Rinstgate  // Leif Arrant // Dekka Blade  // Kentamin Dhelsbar  // Dahnny Quills  // Victoria Armani  // Ohna Waitsmith  // Jarrett L'isson  // Trest Arristaire  // Clayton "Jack-in-the-Box" Wilson // Cullen  //  Vels // Shay // Killian  // Fluke  // Mellesta // Danning // Petrin // Gavriella // Dornsley // Miersck // Aelith // Iyla // Angel // Ellarrah // Persea Ah'nikh // Phone // Jace // Ne'friss // Opus Dey // Lord Amalin // Ehvren // Narophne // Edward // Dehzrehn // Chase Vander // Valeska // Jayo //Layana // Rezvek // Red Sun // Harmanaija // Mirajah // Liana // Oska //Hay-gee // Beatrice // Ninn // Dao'bachpa //Pao'orha // Mae'leena // Davishire // Davina// Gemla // Hyathia //Thethysis // Urd // Missendria // Ina-herit // Feni'tat // Phen // Evelyn // Kell // Striker // Ithica // Connor // Vlint // The Gambler // Lord Aegis // Thomas // Quince // Althea // Vaeyna // Ihlsepar Asawa'eht // Krazxick // Djchastese // Katoma // Na'o // Moonlight // Bluesong //Caollette // Artemis // Arrick // Evetta //Jackal // Winston //Lenny // Anphis // Hebara //Ibra // Dre'hn // Veride // Arthund // Kao

Scythe-Nova

-"But will thou allow us to try?"

The thin woman with a soft almost whisper like voice while gazing deeply into Calent's eyes, The shadowy woman kept brushing her hands along Calent's body in a sensual manner while humming softly on a tune in tact with the still playing piano. Now that the darkness had set into the room the only light came from the moon that peeked out from the clouds outside the window, but it was wrong to say it was the moon as it reflected a harsh red light instead of the calm blue one.

-"Tell us thy thoughts, thine secrets are safe here.."

The curvy woman whispered with a sultry tone into Calent's ear as she ran her fingertops along Calent's collarbone, The thin woman reached out to Calent and ran her hands iver his chest seeming to want to take off his clothes but waited for him to reply to them.

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The softer woman drew the worried man's eyes like a moth to a flame, and gently, he let his hands ghost over her form- not daring to touch her lest this dream break from him like glass. Dreams were always lucid for him- more real than not, and this one was no more different than the rest. Though with two women here- to a man who rarely had time to consider and appreciate the loveliness of a woman...

The longing was there, but the desire was not. At their words, he found his lips trembling.

"If this is a dream," Calent told them, his voice soft and subtler than the winds. "Than I fear you can not help me here."
For he was waiting for the darkness- the demons...
and the blood.
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I ran the Connlaothian civil war. For more info, check out it's page here. The war has now turned into a 'Cold War' with it's plotting page found here. It's no longer a huge site wide event but the scars are there.

My currently active characters:
Grand Duke Calent Allarrick // Aella Coleridge // Blaith Harmond // Kella Harmond  // Hope Allarrick // Krah Mordeth // Mehtwald Allaen // Zannrick Austengarde // Katahnia Harmond // Jinai Rinstgate  // Leif Arrant // Dekka Blade  // Kentamin Dhelsbar  // Dahnny Quills  // Victoria Armani  // Ohna Waitsmith  // Jarrett L'isson  // Trest Arristaire  // Clayton "Jack-in-the-Box" Wilson // Cullen  //  Vels // Shay // Killian  // Fluke  // Mellesta // Danning // Petrin // Gavriella // Dornsley // Miersck // Aelith // Iyla // Angel // Ellarrah // Persea Ah'nikh // Phone // Jace // Ne'friss // Opus Dey // Lord Amalin // Ehvren // Narophne // Edward // Dehzrehn // Chase Vander // Valeska // Jayo //Layana // Rezvek // Red Sun // Harmanaija // Mirajah // Liana // Oska //Hay-gee // Beatrice // Ninn // Dao'bachpa //Pao'orha // Mae'leena // Davishire // Davina// Gemla // Hyathia //Thethysis // Urd // Missendria // Ina-herit // Feni'tat // Phen // Evelyn // Kell // Striker // Ithica // Connor // Vlint // The Gambler // Lord Aegis // Thomas // Quince // Althea // Vaeyna // Ihlsepar Asawa'eht // Krazxick // Djchastese // Katoma // Na'o // Moonlight // Bluesong //Caollette // Artemis // Arrick // Evetta //Jackal // Winston //Lenny // Anphis // Hebara //Ibra // Dre'hn // Veride // Arthund // Kao

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-"Art thou afraid? Afraid of the darkness?"

Said the shadowy woman with a motherly voice as she reached out to the thin woman with a shadowy clawed hand and placed her hand on the cheek of the thin woman who leaned against it as if she needed to feel the warmth and the softness of the other woman. At the same time the oil lanterns flickered alight again showering them all in a soft caressing light but the shadows that appeared seemed alive like tendrils, The thin woman opened her eyes and placed the palm of her hand against Calent's cheek.

-"Dost the Demons strike fear in thee?"

She asked and the shadows that moved like tendrils around them ceased and solidified becoming normal shadows, but as this happened lightning struck again and in the flash speck of blood appeared on Calent's hands as if to show the blood on his hands. Both of the women grasped a hand each in their own and pressed his hands against the center of their chest, As his hands touched their bodies the blood vaporized as if it was never there to begin with.

-"Is it Blood that makes thee waver?"

They both asked Calent with their respective voice before closing in on him and embracing Calent from each side, the clash of the shadowy womans warm body and the thin womans cold body together made a pleasant warmth.

-"We can help thee, thee just have to ask"

They both said in sync smiling towards Calent in their respective way, Innocently from the thin pale woman and Lustfully from the curvy shadowy woman. On the edge of the bed behind them however sat another figure draped in a red cloak and a thick crimson shawl wrapped around her head covering most of her face save fo her mouth that were curved into a wide toothy grin, next to her were another Calent who was lying upon the bed facing outwards and resting his head on top of Senka's lap sleeping while she softly caressed his hair with one hand and the other resting on his shoulder. Beneath her cloak she was all but naked save for a simple strip of red cloth covering her crotch making it almost decent.

[OOC: The plot thickens!!! XD Hope the post is okay :3 ]

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Did these women know? Were they reading his mind? Darkness, blood...
He grimaced and turned away, just in time to catch something cloaked and red on his bed. His gaze narrowed, his heart pounding away inside his chest. But then he saw his second self as his face twisted quizzically. What was this madness? And who were these women? His dreams had never been like this before.

He delicately took the women's hands and plucked them away from himself before he moved over towards the bed.

"You.." his voice came out as almost a growl. "And what is your purpose here?"
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The Never King- a king erased from history because of his dabblings in dark magic (among other things...) suddenly because a present day problem when an unlikely group of adventurers 'awakens' him from the grave. You can read more about the event on the plotting page here and information page here!

I ran the Connlaothian civil war. For more info, check out it's page here. The war has now turned into a 'Cold War' with it's plotting page found here. It's no longer a huge site wide event but the scars are there.

My currently active characters:
Grand Duke Calent Allarrick // Aella Coleridge // Blaith Harmond // Kella Harmond  // Hope Allarrick // Krah Mordeth // Mehtwald Allaen // Zannrick Austengarde // Katahnia Harmond // Jinai Rinstgate  // Leif Arrant // Dekka Blade  // Kentamin Dhelsbar  // Dahnny Quills  // Victoria Armani  // Ohna Waitsmith  // Jarrett L'isson  // Trest Arristaire  // Clayton "Jack-in-the-Box" Wilson // Cullen  //  Vels // Shay // Killian  // Fluke  // Mellesta // Danning // Petrin // Gavriella // Dornsley // Miersck // Aelith // Iyla // Angel // Ellarrah // Persea Ah'nikh // Phone // Jace // Ne'friss // Opus Dey // Lord Amalin // Ehvren // Narophne // Edward // Dehzrehn // Chase Vander // Valeska // Jayo //Layana // Rezvek // Red Sun // Harmanaija // Mirajah // Liana // Oska //Hay-gee // Beatrice // Ninn // Dao'bachpa //Pao'orha // Mae'leena // Davishire // Davina// Gemla // Hyathia //Thethysis // Urd // Missendria // Ina-herit // Feni'tat // Phen // Evelyn // Kell // Striker // Ithica // Connor // Vlint // The Gambler // Lord Aegis // Thomas // Quince // Althea // Vaeyna // Ihlsepar Asawa'eht // Krazxick // Djchastese // Katoma // Na'o // Moonlight // Bluesong //Caollette // Artemis // Arrick // Evetta //Jackal // Winston //Lenny // Anphis // Hebara //Ibra // Dre'hn // Veride // Arthund // Kao

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-"Dost everything need a Purpose? And if so what is thine own Purpose?"

She answered with a question as she calmly kept on caressing the second Calent in a motherly fashion, The two other figures behind Calent neared him and once again embraced him. The lights flickered and died again and the shadows gained life once again, Senka Chuckled as the shadowy tendrils circled around her body as if they gave praise to her.

-"Have thee found thine own road through life? I say yes... but thou fight thine own road... Why?"

Her words was like poison seeping into the mind and it compelled and answer, The two women stepped foward and looked at Senka as if they did not want her presence here. But senka did not seem to care at all because she needed to know Calent's answer, as time passed the darkness grew more and more vicious as if trying to suffocate them all.

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The darkness was a terrifying entity. And he felt the weight of it crushing down on him, threatening to snuff him out- and though he feared it- it's presence was far more familiar than that of the women- so it was the only reason he did not panic as it threatened to cave in around him.

"What do you mean, fight it? Are you accusing me of denying myself my own road? My own destiny?"
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I ran the Connlaothian civil war. For more info, check out it's page here. The war has now turned into a 'Cold War' with it's plotting page found here. It's no longer a huge site wide event but the scars are there.

My currently active characters:
Grand Duke Calent Allarrick // Aella Coleridge // Blaith Harmond // Kella Harmond  // Hope Allarrick // Krah Mordeth // Mehtwald Allaen // Zannrick Austengarde // Katahnia Harmond // Jinai Rinstgate  // Leif Arrant // Dekka Blade  // Kentamin Dhelsbar  // Dahnny Quills  // Victoria Armani  // Ohna Waitsmith  // Jarrett L'isson  // Trest Arristaire  // Clayton "Jack-in-the-Box" Wilson // Cullen  //  Vels // Shay // Killian  // Fluke  // Mellesta // Danning // Petrin // Gavriella // Dornsley // Miersck // Aelith // Iyla // Angel // Ellarrah // Persea Ah'nikh // Phone // Jace // Ne'friss // Opus Dey // Lord Amalin // Ehvren // Narophne // Edward // Dehzrehn // Chase Vander // Valeska // Jayo //Layana // Rezvek // Red Sun // Harmanaija // Mirajah // Liana // Oska //Hay-gee // Beatrice // Ninn // Dao'bachpa //Pao'orha // Mae'leena // Davishire // Davina// Gemla // Hyathia //Thethysis // Urd // Missendria // Ina-herit // Feni'tat // Phen // Evelyn // Kell // Striker // Ithica // Connor // Vlint // The Gambler // Lord Aegis // Thomas // Quince // Althea // Vaeyna // Ihlsepar Asawa'eht // Krazxick // Djchastese // Katoma // Na'o // Moonlight // Bluesong //Caollette // Artemis // Arrick // Evetta //Jackal // Winston //Lenny // Anphis // Hebara //Ibra // Dre'hn // Veride // Arthund // Kao

Scythe-Nova

-"Well thy art certainly not following it, if thy had been doing so none of thine dark fears would have been here..."

Senka said with a calm tone as she continued to stroke the hair of the sleeping Calent, and slowly the darkness dissipated and kept it's distance but the darkness tendrils still coiled behind Senka giving her a truly omnious aura.

-"The Road thee is on is edged with a bed of thorns and a river of blood running through the middle, but thy insists on walking on the thorns why are thy not walking through the blood? The thorns only serve to wither thee down to nothing..."

Her words were poetic but had a very sinister undertone, As she spoke she looked down on the sleeping Calent who seemed to be able to rest peace. The other women looked around them when the darkness receeded from Calent both of them seemed relived that the cold darkness had backed down.

-"Walk Through the Blood Calent"

Senka whispered softly into the sleeping Calent's ear but the dreaming one could hear it as if she had whispered into his ear.

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Calent's eyes shined with impotent rage.
"Walk through blood? But I have no need to walk through it- the streets are practically running with it- and Connlaoth is no where nearer towards it's goals of Ansgar!" he snapped. And it was here, inthis dream like world, he gave to pause- feeling his own heart beat pulsating and beating through the world.

He tore his green gaze from hers and stepped back, his face steeling, even now, as the world seemed to shift and tremble. He closed his eyes a moment before speaking again.
"What blood is it you wish me to walk?" he asked, his voice soft and grating.
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The Never King- a king erased from history because of his dabblings in dark magic (among other things...) suddenly because a present day problem when an unlikely group of adventurers 'awakens' him from the grave. You can read more about the event on the plotting page here and information page here!

I ran the Connlaothian civil war. For more info, check out it's page here. The war has now turned into a 'Cold War' with it's plotting page found here. It's no longer a huge site wide event but the scars are there.

My currently active characters:
Grand Duke Calent Allarrick // Aella Coleridge // Blaith Harmond // Kella Harmond  // Hope Allarrick // Krah Mordeth // Mehtwald Allaen // Zannrick Austengarde // Katahnia Harmond // Jinai Rinstgate  // Leif Arrant // Dekka Blade  // Kentamin Dhelsbar  // Dahnny Quills  // Victoria Armani  // Ohna Waitsmith  // Jarrett L'isson  // Trest Arristaire  // Clayton "Jack-in-the-Box" Wilson // Cullen  //  Vels // Shay // Killian  // Fluke  // Mellesta // Danning // Petrin // Gavriella // Dornsley // Miersck // Aelith // Iyla // Angel // Ellarrah // Persea Ah'nikh // Phone // Jace // Ne'friss // Opus Dey // Lord Amalin // Ehvren // Narophne // Edward // Dehzrehn // Chase Vander // Valeska // Jayo //Layana // Rezvek // Red Sun // Harmanaija // Mirajah // Liana // Oska //Hay-gee // Beatrice // Ninn // Dao'bachpa //Pao'orha // Mae'leena // Davishire // Davina// Gemla // Hyathia //Thethysis // Urd // Missendria // Ina-herit // Feni'tat // Phen // Evelyn // Kell // Striker // Ithica // Connor // Vlint // The Gambler // Lord Aegis // Thomas // Quince // Althea // Vaeyna // Ihlsepar Asawa'eht // Krazxick // Djchastese // Katoma // Na'o // Moonlight // Bluesong //Caollette // Artemis // Arrick // Evetta //Jackal // Winston //Lenny // Anphis // Hebara //Ibra // Dre'hn // Veride // Arthund // Kao

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Senka grinned widely as Calent turned around and the two other figures took place on either side of Calent silently, When Calent asked of what blood she wished her to walk and she gave of a short giggle before looking to the side still grinning widely.

-"The Path thee walk have many rivers connecting eachother, I cannot tell thee which one to tread but as long as thy stride through the blood without hesitation..."

She paused for a while before looking above to the celing as a brilliant light began to shine upon Calent, lifting his burdens as if they were clouds, clearing his mind like spring water, envigorating him with youth.

-"Only then at the end will thy for the rest of thine life be of pure being... But waver and..."

She paused again as the light snuffed out entirely leaving them both in pure darkness, the feeling were gone and immense despair and fear took their place and several gleaming eyes began appearing in the darkness growling beastly at Calent.

-"This will be thine cage..."

She said as the feeling receded quickly as the normal room returned to vision around them, Senka now stood in front of Calent with her hands behind her back and a wide grin upon her face. the two other figures were now no-where to be seen and the other Calent were gone as well.

-"So please do not waver..."

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After such a display, to see himself, to feel it himself, both of freedom and despair, he was thankful when he was returned to the normal room once again, and released a quivering breath as his green eyes rose to Senka's. Her voice sounded quite beautiful, or at least that's how he perceived her as softly, gently, he cupped her cheek and looked into her eyes.

"How is it that you know the way?" he asked upon a breath. "A path of blood and confidence?"
He studied the wraps around her face.
"Might I see your face? To look upon the woman who helps to sheperd me?"
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Senka Smiled as she felt the hand upon her cheek and giggled a bit when Calent asked to see her face, But she opened her eyes and as she did so her shawl loosened and fell upon the floor along with her cloak leaving her entirely naked. A breeze from the half open window tugged at her bone white hair and her soft pink eyes gazed into Calent's sharp green eyes and she smiled at Calent with an angelic smile as she leaned into his hand.

-"What do you think Duke? Why would a being such as me know of the road that thy is to tread upon?"

She said with a soft voice as she smiled warmly towards Calent as she brought up her hand to rest upon his cheek mirroring him.

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Calent watched as the wrap fell away, and she was there before him, completely and utterly naked. But he did not flinch away from her natural beauty, and instead, let his thumb stroke upon her cheek as he studied her eyes. She looked so sweet, so innocent, so naive.

"Are you truly here to help me?" he questioned, his voice quiet as a breath. "These... dreams I have." If he could call this a dream.. "They always leave me in terror. But this..." And he found his hands touching against her hip, palm down and smoothing over the skin. "This feels... different." And something about it seemed unmistakably un-dreamlike.
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I ran the Connlaothian civil war. For more info, check out it's page here. The war has now turned into a 'Cold War' with it's plotting page found here. It's no longer a huge site wide event but the scars are there.

My currently active characters:
Grand Duke Calent Allarrick // Aella Coleridge // Blaith Harmond // Kella Harmond  // Hope Allarrick // Krah Mordeth // Mehtwald Allaen // Zannrick Austengarde // Katahnia Harmond // Jinai Rinstgate  // Leif Arrant // Dekka Blade  // Kentamin Dhelsbar  // Dahnny Quills  // Victoria Armani  // Ohna Waitsmith  // Jarrett L'isson  // Trest Arristaire  // Clayton "Jack-in-the-Box" Wilson // Cullen  //  Vels // Shay // Killian  // Fluke  // Mellesta // Danning // Petrin // Gavriella // Dornsley // Miersck // Aelith // Iyla // Angel // Ellarrah // Persea Ah'nikh // Phone // Jace // Ne'friss // Opus Dey // Lord Amalin // Ehvren // Narophne // Edward // Dehzrehn // Chase Vander // Valeska // Jayo //Layana // Rezvek // Red Sun // Harmanaija // Mirajah // Liana // Oska //Hay-gee // Beatrice // Ninn // Dao'bachpa //Pao'orha // Mae'leena // Davishire // Davina// Gemla // Hyathia //Thethysis // Urd // Missendria // Ina-herit // Feni'tat // Phen // Evelyn // Kell // Striker // Ithica // Connor // Vlint // The Gambler // Lord Aegis // Thomas // Quince // Althea // Vaeyna // Ihlsepar Asawa'eht // Krazxick // Djchastese // Katoma // Na'o // Moonlight // Bluesong //Caollette // Artemis // Arrick // Evetta //Jackal // Winston //Lenny // Anphis // Hebara //Ibra // Dre'hn // Veride // Arthund // Kao

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-"Let me ask thee, Doth thy want this to just be a dream? Dost thou want all i have said to simply be something thy made up in a dream?..."

She paused as if she dreaded the next question she was going to ask, As if her entire being rested upon what Calent wanted.

-"Dost thy want me to be just a figment of thine dreams?"

She asked looking into his eyes with eyes verging on tears as if she feared so very much that Calent would say that he wanted it all to just be a dream, She put her own hand over Calent's hand that rested against her cheek but Calent would not be able to feel her touch.

-"Dost thou want me to be more than just a dream?"

She asked as a single tear rolled down her cheek while her eyes were fixated on Calent's own, the world around them swayed as if this scene could vanish with but a single word from Calent.

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The words echoed inside his mind, like the faded notes of a quieting piano. He pursed his lips, mulling over her statement before studying her face, her body, then raising his green eyes up to meet to her eyes again.

"I do not know what I want. But I crave peace," he told her in earnest, his eyes, though remaining hard, seemed to soften, little by little. "This... whatever this is, it only serves to confuse me. Though I do not fear you, nor this world." And again, he pursed his lips in thought over her question that still echoed around him before he leaned forward, caressing her cheek, his lips nearly meeting to hers.

"If only dreams were half as good, I might wish them all real. But as I see it, dreams are simply that, un untouchable essence." Though he found himself feeling quite in a situation unlike his other dreams, for he could actually feel her, touch her- and it made his eye lids lower as he studied her face.

"If you were to become real, what would happen?" he asked, his lips still a mere inch from hers.
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The Never King- a king erased from history because of his dabblings in dark magic (among other things...) suddenly because a present day problem when an unlikely group of adventurers 'awakens' him from the grave. You can read more about the event on the plotting page here and information page here!

I ran the Connlaothian civil war. For more info, check out it's page here. The war has now turned into a 'Cold War' with it's plotting page found here. It's no longer a huge site wide event but the scars are there.

My currently active characters:
Grand Duke Calent Allarrick // Aella Coleridge // Blaith Harmond // Kella Harmond  // Hope Allarrick // Krah Mordeth // Mehtwald Allaen // Zannrick Austengarde // Katahnia Harmond // Jinai Rinstgate  // Leif Arrant // Dekka Blade  // Kentamin Dhelsbar  // Dahnny Quills  // Victoria Armani  // Ohna Waitsmith  // Jarrett L'isson  // Trest Arristaire  // Clayton "Jack-in-the-Box" Wilson // Cullen  //  Vels // Shay // Killian  // Fluke  // Mellesta // Danning // Petrin // Gavriella // Dornsley // Miersck // Aelith // Iyla // Angel // Ellarrah // Persea Ah'nikh // Phone // Jace // Ne'friss // Opus Dey // Lord Amalin // Ehvren // Narophne // Edward // Dehzrehn // Chase Vander // Valeska // Jayo //Layana // Rezvek // Red Sun // Harmanaija // Mirajah // Liana // Oska //Hay-gee // Beatrice // Ninn // Dao'bachpa //Pao'orha // Mae'leena // Davishire // Davina// Gemla // Hyathia //Thethysis // Urd // Missendria // Ina-herit // Feni'tat // Phen // Evelyn // Kell // Striker // Ithica // Connor // Vlint // The Gambler // Lord Aegis // Thomas // Quince // Althea // Vaeyna // Ihlsepar Asawa'eht // Krazxick // Djchastese // Katoma // Na'o // Moonlight // Bluesong //Caollette // Artemis // Arrick // Evetta //Jackal // Winston //Lenny // Anphis // Hebara //Ibra // Dre'hn // Veride // Arthund // Kao

Scythe-Nova

-"If i were to become real... First off i would be able to live and interact in thine world, But most of all i could give thee advice when thy are awake"

She explained as she gazed deeply into Calent's green eyes with her pink eyes, it was as if she were looking directly into Calent's soul so deep was her gaze. Her hands found a resting place on Calent's shoulders as she slowly but surely narrowed the distance between them, but she did not actually touch him with her lips instead she was so teasingly close that calent would almost feel her lips brushing over his own.

-"But only you can wish me into reality o Grand Duke."

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