Tales By The Fire

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  Chronicles of a Knight
  21 years ago • Thierulf 20 years ago

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  The Questing Knight _The young Errant Knight crossed once again the magnificient double gates of Darromar, his hometown. The capital of Tethyr was splendorous as always, although the recent wars had diminished it's usual grandeur. The streets were busy that day, since it was an important day for the city and it's proud Chivalry Order, the Order of the Silver Lances. Today, some of the Errant Knights would be deemed worth and knighted as Knights of the Realm. Expectation built up around the holy chapel. The old warriors watched the new aspirants with a light smile, nostalgic and proud. The young ladies giggled and bounced around, judging who seemed more strong and more handsome, dreaming with marrying one of them some day. Thierulf had been looking for his father, Captain of the 13th regiment of the Royal Chivalry of Darromar, without luck so far, but he knew that he'd find him at the ceremony, so didn't worry much over it. Also, he was turning 21 this day, so it was certainly a very special day. The hour arrived, and the Captains took their honor seats, although Thierulf couldn't see his father taking his seat. The Champions proceeded to take their seats, followed by the Knights of the Realm and finally the Errant Knights. All of them stood once again to bow to the Master of the Order, Lord Tancred of Valen. The ceremony started as it's traditional with the Master's speech._ Greetings Captains, Champions, Knights… and aspirants - looking over all the audience. We are gathered here today, to honor and knight those that have overcome their trial period, and have been deemed worthy by the Order of the Silver Lances - he gazed to the Errant Knights then - As you have seen the process of becoming a member of the Order of the Silver Lances is no easy task. Our testing is as difficult as we can make it for one simple reason: a member of the Silver Lances carries with him or her the Honor of His Excellence the King Jedrak III. Within the confines of our Realm, there can be no higher honor or duty. Thus our testing is as difficult as possible so that we may know the caliber of our potential members. At the moment of the kinighting the new knights will be given their silver lance. Every member of the Silver Lances is very proud of this honor. Having survived this trial period and proved yourself worthy is the reason for the deep bond between the members of the Order. There is not one member who would not drop whatever he or she was doing to come to the aid of another, no matter what the occasion. It is important to realize that the Silver Lances work very hard for the Realm of Tethyr. Most of the members have been officers of the Realm or served as Errant Knights. They have also partaked in many of the Silver Lances or Realm's events. So, I will proceed to name now the aspirants that will be knighted today to uphold the ideals of Justice, Honor, Faith and Courage as Knights of the Realm. The master cleared his throat to pronounce the names of the new Knights - Lady Larlana Hallow, Sir Thierulf Arguyle and Sir Gorthan Redhand. Please rise and step ahead. - The three candidates advanced to the steps of the small stairs, to then step on the platform where the Master awaited in the altar. Thierulf gave one more glance to check if his father was watching. He always wanted to prove his father that he could be a true knight, and he had achieved it. His father -had- to see it. But his father was not there - Kneel, Knight - said the Master as Thierulf's turn came - Hold a hand on your heart and the other on the Holy Tome, and repeat with me the vows of the Knight. - Thierulf felt the pressure going up, this was the moment he had been wishing all his life. He would be given his lance and warhorse… he was... a Knight. But his father wasn't there to watch it. What was wrong? The Master tapped Thierulf's shoulder to awake him from distraction, whispering - Come on son, don't ruin it all now. - Thierulf nodded and wholeheartedly, pronounced the vows. **- Adress each Knight always with his proper title, that we may be reminded of the respect and honor due one another. Obbey the Knight of higher station in all things. Value the honor of our Order above our personal honor; value our Order above our lives. Render such aid to those in need as to a fellow Knight; indulge the ignorant or witless even unto a fault, but suffer no slur or insult to our honor from those who lack such excuse. Never violate an Oath you have sworn. Never take an Oath you know you can not keep. Engage the enemy forthrightly that he may know the origin of his doom; set no ambush nor indulge any base of trickery to overcome the foe. Give quarter to those who yield and render up prisoners in honorable exchange. Let no patrol or command be tainted with the stain of cowardice; once the enemy has been engaged, let him fall under our sword, or let us fall under his. Refuse no honorable truce or parley. Suffer not to shelter among us any who would violate, ignore, or dishonor this code.** Thierulf took deep breath as it was done, before the Master spoke again, to make an important question, traditional, though rarely answered - Any of the new Knights wishes to become Questing Knight? - the Master proceed - As Questing Knight, and unlike Realm Knight, you will be free of order and command of the Realm. In exchange, you will have to give up your lance. A Questing Knight has two main goals. One is to fight the evil beyond the confines of our Realm wherever it lies. The second is to quest for relics forgotten or lost to evil, but still precious to your faiths, the Order or the Realm. The vows you just took will still apply in all cases, and you will still be required to aid your country if it's deemed necessary by the Order. The Quest Knight gives up his home and his lance, but in his holy quest can earn the title of Champion whilst Realm Knights can reach the position of Captains. I will make the question once more. Any of you wishes to become Questing Knight? For some seconds that seemed to be hours, Thierulf debated himself wether or not accept this. He wouldn't have the honor to fight for his land, to protect it from evil, and he would have to leave his home again. He had been away long enough, five years with his grandfather learning martial arts and strategy, and three more as Errant Knight in the land of Narfell. In the other hand, he had left some things unfinished in that northern land. He had made friends, had known a lady which thought always brought a smile to his face even in most difficult situations, he had made enemies, one of which still had a pending debt, and… his father. His father hadn't come to the ceremony. Wasn't he proud of him? What was wrong? "Why stay at home, if my own father doesn't value me?" was the last though that crossed his mind before he raised suddenly - I want to become Questing Knight. The Master gave a look at Thierulf - Are you sure, son? - Thierulf nodded, with detrmination - More than ever - The Master nodded slowly - So be it - the Master reached for a blue tabard embroidered in golden thread with a Fleur de Lys, symbol of the quest, also in gold on it, and gave it to the young Knight - May the gods watch over you, Sir Thierulf Arguyle, Questing Knight of Lathander. Thierulf bowed his head respectfully and as the ceremony finished left the temple and Darromar, almost rushing. He had a new destination with an higher responsability, taking a way that he already knew well. The way to Narfell.
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  In service - Yolanda
  20 years ago • Wannabe_Irish 20 years ago

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  //Muahahahahah. The PERFECT emotions for any poor confused little girl to feel :twisted: GJ irish. Thumbs up //
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  Gildor: The game
  21 years ago • Yith 20 years ago

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  An old Roleplay Log, it isn't actually edited much I didn't add or change any of the descriptions, it was a very fleshed out session, between me and two guys. I am adding this little "note" because I am cleaning my posts to add them on to my Citizen Hall list.
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  Betrayed
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  Elor Smith - Highway to 'Fell
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  A past unfurled: The Journal of Andu'mien Muner
  21 years ago • Elendiel 20 years ago

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  ((No, none of these are dont yet… lol.. easily distracted? maaaaaybe))
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  Letters
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  //maybe you should PM this to hitodama, mate. EDIT: Nevermind, i failed to see the big picture. //
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  Paranoia Poem.
  20 years ago • Flom 20 years ago

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  Rayne.....The Begining
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  Acquaintance of Lilly. (Silver clouds and Lit Candles)
  20 years ago • Flom 20 years ago

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  **"Two Hundred dollars." " 'allo there lil' lady. That was a pretty nice song, if you don't mind my saying" I complimented her music when she was done playing. She giggled, then nodded with a smile. "Thank you." I then proceeded to dig my coin pouch, take out two hundred gold pieces, and hand them over. "Here ya go, playin' like'at deserves a little reward." I promptly stated. Wait. I had just given away two hundred gold. For a song. And I didn't care. Strange. Her eyes widened, she took the bag of gold and looked inside. “This much? I think you took the wrong bag, sir.” She held the bag up towards me, insisting I take some back. The thoughts began to race through my head. “Should I take it back? No. She deserves it. Wait, itâ€s my gold. I worked hard for it. Itâ€s just two hundred gold. Really, you should be nice and help the bard community. The hells with the bard community. Shut up and leave it.” I cleared my throat and managed to croak out “Oh, I insist you keep it.” She smiled and tucked the gold purse next to her own on her belt, then patted the ground beside her. “You must really like music, whatâ€s your name?” She asked with a smile. Thoughts once again begun to sweep my head. “Your name you idiot. Tell her your name. Give her a fake name, sleep with her, and then beat it back to Peltarch. But sheâ€s nice. Like thatâ€s ever stopped you before, Darkrune, just do it…” “Ikurus Darkrune” I cleared my throat once more and blinked. “Whatâ€s yours” “Lilly” She said, plain and simple. Lilly… Lilly… Lilly… Lilly… I could have said that name all day long and never get bored. Lilly. Lilly. Lilly. Lilly. Lilly. Lilly. Lilly. Lilly. “So, Mister Darkrune, what do you do?” She broke my trail of thought. I cleared my throat. “Public spokesman for a Mister Deacon Sterr, at the moment, miss Lilly” “Ooooh, finally someone who doesnâ€t just hunt down goblins all day!” She said in a teasing but playfull tone. “Well, yes… I donâ€t hunt goblins but I still make money.” I bluntly stated, like a moron. An idiot. Of course I still made money, now sheâ€d think I was poor. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. “Now of course you do” She giggled and flipped her hair back. Okay, I was in the clear. She was ignoring my stupid comment. “I gotta go now mister Ikurus, maybe Iâ€ll see you around some more, huh?” I nodded and waved. Wait. Wasnâ€t I going to say some slimy comment and lure her to an inn room drunk? It's easy, just get her to buy a drink, then ask her if she wants to go upstairs! It had not even crossed my mind until just then. She had already left. I got up and walked back over to Cray. “You know, mate, you just spent a lotâ€v sterrâ€s money” Cray said bluntly, always leaning on the wall and had lit a cigar, he was still holding his cigar case. “Gimme oneâ€a those” I snatched the cigar case, lit one using his, then tossed him back the case. “Donâ€t you think I know that? Iâ€ll pay sterr back outta my own pocket” Cray just chuckled softly. “Mate youâ€ll never get rich that way” He was right. What was I doing. I just gave two hundred dollars to this girl I just met, for playing a song! _It was a nice song, though. But two hundred dollars? It was worth it, she was pretty and talented. But two hundred dollars? She smiled a lot, laughed a lot. But two hundred dollars? Two hundred dollars. At that moment I didnâ€t care anymore. Two hundred dollars didnâ€t seem like anything to me. It was nothing, just pieces of metal._ I hoped to see her again, And I did…**
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  BrianJ - Quiet Nameless Hin - small footstepson a long path
  20 years ago • BrianJ 20 years ago

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  Today I was meditating next to one of the fountains in the Temple of Hope, and a vision came bebore my eyes. I saw in my vision a pond in a forest, surounded by trees on all sides. A deer diped its head to take a drink, and I felt myself pulled down to the water where the deer touched it. Beneath the tranquil surface I found myself, not so much as a ripple to mark my passing. There was life here, fish and other assirted water creatures… None seemed to take any notice of me. I could not say how long I was there, but the life of the pond went on regardless. After a time, I noticed that I was moving again. Down I went, and down some more... Untill all traces of the sun above were gone. Still further down I felt myself moving, time and distance undeterminable. At last I felt myself at the bottom, although I could not feel the mud beneath my feet. Still here there was life too, and still none marked my passing. After a time, I found myself moved again, this time far above the trees. I looked down upon the forest and saw the birds, and the trees, and the creatures that walked on the ground. For one moment, I felt I understood it all, although I confess to having lost that one sublime moment. I closed my eyes, and upon opening them again it all had departed from me. The forest, the creatures and the clarity of understanding. I think I will perhaps spend the rest of my life trying to recover that one perfect moment, and I fear it will be in vain. I was however left with one thing to remind me of that Perfect Moment. My name has found me, and I will spend the rest of my days seeking that One Moment known to all as Still Water.
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  Robyn Jahnsdotter - Memories
  20 years ago • Robyn 20 years ago

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  Robyn regards Donovan critically for a moment, before allowing herself a smile. "Alright", she nods, "Take me to him"
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  Meram *smiles*
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  looks at this old thing and smiles
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  Of gangs and Cults. (Thay)
  20 years ago • Flom 20 years ago

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  Sins of Sons, continued Double-Ganger _Told from the View Of Ikurus Darkrune Ahhh. Thay! It's been way too long. Now, usually, you'de think "Thay? Why would i want to go there? There's nothing but Rampaging Wizards and slaves" Well, mate, that's where your wrong, you simply just don't know where to look….. It was raining that night, a drink would do me good. I took a quick glance around then opened the door to my favorite bar. It was quiet. It creaked open. I saw the ten or eleven pathetic slobs slouching over there ale. I grinned, and made my way to the back rooms. The polished heels of my boots clicked against the hard floor. My coat swung back and forth slightly as i slowly and casually made my way past them. "Pathetic swine" I said softly to myself through a small snicker. Which, later, i would live to regret. One must have heard me, but stayed quiet nonetheless. It was my gold studded red robes, he must have figured i was a Red Wizard. Anyway, i made my way past the corner and walked down the poorly lit hall. It got less and less messy, ugly, dark, and damp the farther i went. When i finally got to the end and knocked against the wooden part of the stone door. The slit at my head's height opened up... "I'll be damned, Ikurus Darkrune!" The voice splurted out through the faint sounds of music from behind the door. "Come in, come in!" The door swung open, revealing the huge crowd inside. The music was booming into my ears, the lights glazing my eyes to the point where they were pacticly burning. It was beautifull. "Good to see you, mate." I politely stated to the rather large bouncer who guarded the door. With a nod he took my coat and hat, i cracked my knuckles, adjusted my hair and walked right in with a grin. Underneath my Red Coat, which was now in the hands of the bouncer, i wore my tight black pants, silver chains and studs hanging from them in several places. My shirt was silver and black, real stylish. I adjusts the collar and proceeded to the bar to get a drink. I grinned as the women sized me up, i walked right through the dance floor towards the bar. For that one moment i was the center of attention, but of course, i would soon be again thanks to my younger brother... "Ikurus! Ikurus, my man!" It was Jazz. Jazz Darkrune, youngest of three sons. He looked just like me. I suppose that's why i like him so much. " 'ey jazzy" I said idly as i waved the bar tender for a drink. One thing you will realise about jazz, is that he gets himself, and me, into lot's… and i mean Lot's of trouble sometimes. He had two women to his right, one to his left, his arms wrapped around the two nearest, one holding a cigar, the other holding a half empty bottle of wine. He was grinning like a cocky bastard. A real grade-A player. "Things goin' well fer you, mate?" He asked while one of the women stroked his chest through his shirt. I just chuckled and shrugged. Bang! The entrance door swung open and clashed against the wall with a loud 'thud'. I saw the bouncer take a rather large coat, then i saw him. This massive, hairy, smelly, toothy, green half orc. When i saw massive, i mean gigantic. Twice my size. He stomped through the dance floor, sat his rather large rear end on the seat beside Jazz, oposite of my side of course. Jazz looked at me with a devious grin. Then he got that look in his eye. That damnable look. Everytime i see it i know somethings gonna go wrong. He grinned and winked, then proceeded to turn to the brute beside him. "You look like you could lose a pound or two, mate…" He said cooly and calmly through that wretched grin of his. The brute grunted, sized Jazz up, then grinned a disturbingly wide, toothy, not to mention yellowish-green grin. "Yahs want tu insults Me!?" This monster of a half orc lashed out to Jazz. The women around Jazz quickly and hastily got up, and walked away looking rather scared. Jazz must have been drunk, because even i'm not stupid enough to press an angry massive half orc's buttons. "You heard me you smelly, pompous, rotting, ugly, decomposing piece of Necromancer bait!" Jazz leaned back on his chair, closed his eyes halfway, then discreetly lifted a finger at me, pointing it to my left hand. The half orc must not have noticed, because he didn't go to snap Jazz's head off. I knew what he wanted me to do. I knew that the orc was in for a fight. I sighed and shoved my drink to the orc's face. Jazz quickly kicked his stool to the orc's feet and begun casting. A lept on the table, got my balance and begun casting a spell of my own. Jazz, you see, is a master of illusion and enchantments. While i, Ikurus, am a master at simply obliterating things. The orc was blinded by the hard liquor, and stumbled down with a loud "boom" to the floor. Jazz ended his spell and the orc turned to his back, drooling with a glazed look in his eye. I ended mine and sent an acid arrow right to his throat. "Time to go, mate!" Jazz yelled to me with a more then amused tone. I frowned, the idget was going to get us kicked out or killed. I took a small leap from the table and quickly made my way through the dance floor. "Out'v my way, please, were in a bit of a rush, hmm!?" I barked, the people moved and kept gawking at me and my brother, who was grinning the whole time we made our way out. The bouncer gave me my coat, which i threw over my shoulders but kept unbuttoned. It's back end swaying back and forth as Me and Jazz made or way accross the long hallway. We made it to the corner to turn into the low-life bar. We were un-pleasantly surprised..._
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  The Nightingale
  21 years ago • BetaPhi 20 years ago

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  "Rope Tricks" ((Firstly, I again have to thank Flumoxed for his contributions to what was some of the most fun RP I've ever had on Narfell. Hugs If you like the story, please give all your compliments to Flumoxed for doing what alot of us have a hard time doing- OOCly knowingly causing embaressment for your PC in the name of good, fun RP. )) Taira walked through the village square, trying her best not to seem terribly uncomfortable in the torturous devices that the local seamstress had assured her many times qualified as clothing. How western women lived their entire lives in thin chemises and tight bony bodices was beyond something Taira could imagine. Yet everyone told her that she looked very pretty in the dress, and how flattering the color was. Still deep in thought about the pains of western dress over her normal dress, a voice pierced through her internal debate. “Your Mirk's mistress, if'n I'm not mistaken.” Spinning around, she faced the voice, seeing that it was Ikurus Darkrune. A mage of apparently some talent and in need of a good tan. Taira furrowed her brow, not liking the sound of that word and the meanings it conveyed. “Mistress?” she asked of Ikurus, her voice raspy sounding at the effort of the strain to speak above a whisper. “Well…” began the pale mage, a lecherous grin spreading across his face, “Yae were draggin' him off tae be shaved an' cleaned the other day” Ikurus pushed a strand of wet hair behind his ear, his eyes grazing liberally over Tairaâ€s body, taking special time to linger over the cleavage created by the bodice. “He smelled foul,” said Taira, “and for your information, I am not Murkalai's mistress, I think I would prefer to be called his companion.” Ikurus chuckled, amused at the bite in her voice. “I meant no offense. And hey… Do you remember my name?” Ikurus came closer, positioning himself blatantly to get a prime view of her chest. Being in a less than wonderful mood that day, partially contributed to by the dress, but now perpetuated by a rude, pale and irritating mage who couldnâ€t keep his eyes where they should be, Taira began to formulate a plan. Pasting on one of her most charming smiles, Taira took a step closer to Ikurus, changing her body language dramatically. “No offense taken. And yes I do remember. Itâ€s Ikurus ….the Monkey,” said Taira, winking at the pale mage saying the last part under her breath. Looking down she noticed the bodice of her dress was sliding south again. Trying her best to discretely push it back up to where it was supposed to be, she glanced up briefly, noticing Ikurus grinning and leering at her chest, then quickly clearing his throat and looking away when he noticed that she had seen him. “These things are so odd…” said Taira, thickening her eastern accent more than usual, “ I feel like my top half is nearly about to spill out of the dress...” “Oh? Really?” Ikurus asked, fidgeting about, eyes flicking back and forth from the cleavage to Tairaâ€s face, laughing nervously and clearing his throat. “I never wore one so heheh.. ,” pausing, looking at Tairaâ€s chest again, “i wouldn't uhm.. i wouldn't know. When was it that we met again?” “At the Inn… you were sitting with Murkalai, tasting wine.” Taira gently reminded him. “Oh, right. Well…I wouldâ€ve admired yer chest if I wasn't a bit busy drownin' my emotions that night,” Ikurus blurted out, then blinked. Taira was going to enjoy teaching this lecher a lesson or two. Ikurus cleared his throat, straitening his face innocently. “I mean talked about yer dress.” Taira cued a blush of her checks, posing in a maidenly and shy manner, “You... like my chest?” Ikurus perked up, glancing down at Tairaâ€s chest again, grinning, “Well now, a'course I do.” Taira and Ikurus talked for some time in the square, Ikurus coming closer and closer to her, Taira playing more and more the coy woman. She would hang him on his own actions, and finally, he gave her the rope to do it with. “And what is yer fancy in men, just out of plain curiosity…” Ikurus tried to ask suavely. Taira took a step closer to Ikurus, looking at him up from her eyelashes. “Well.. I like intelligent men...” Ikurus postured, trying to dramatically push and pat his hair to the side of his head in what she could only guess was an attempt to seem the dapper gentlemen. “Well Iâ€m not exactly well-read but Iâ€m not a dummy either. Is ‘at all?” “Oh my… what are you trying to say Ikurus?” Taira batted her eyes innocently. “You mean... you... wish to have a liaison with me?” She cued her cheeks to blush maidenly once again. Ikurus blinked and cleared his throat at being exposed. She was sure he was a bit startled for being called on his intent. Touching her shoulder, and tilting her head to the side, she gave the mage a shy smile. “Well.. You are.. rather ... exciting looking,” the shy smile turned to coy. “And to be honest... I have had a little crush on you...” “At's what they say,” said Ikurus, puffing out his chest with bravado and pride. “Wait… what was it ye said? Oh, really? Me? Ye got a little crush on me?” his smile broadening, the wheels in his head spinning faster and faster. Taira nodded, her eyes down cast in an embarrassed pose, “Mmm Hmm...” “That's so cute,” said Ikurus, leaning forward to push a strand of Taira's hair back behind her ear. “'ere we go, perfect.” “I bet you're probably nearly as good of a lover as Murkalai is...” “What? me? Nearly? Hmph, Iâ€ll bet Iâ€m ten times the lover he is!” Ikurus exclaimed proudly. “Ten times?!?! Really?!” asked Taira, her voiced filled with awe. Ikurus nodded. “Ten times. I'll prove it if i have to.” A cocky, arrogant grin spread across his face Taira smirked, going in for the kill. “Do you want to?” “'course i want to. You do know who yer talkin' to here right?” Ikurus took Tairaâ€s arm, directing her towards the inn. Practically running through the common room to fetch a room key, Ikurus had Taira in a room in a matter of minutes. Running a finger down his chest, Taira pouted, then licked her lips, looking up at Ikurus. “Would you... do me a favor Ikky?” “Oh, anythin' fer you,” Ikurus sighed, his hands wandering up to try to begin removing Tairaâ€s dress. “I want to see you …. In my dress.” Ikurus blinked at Taira, looking a bit confused, Taira looking back at him from beneath her eyelashes, trying her best to hide her grin. “I find it very exciting to play little games like these… before… you know. Some people don't like to play the games I play.... do you want to play Ikky?” Tiara cocked her head to the side, looking at Ikurus wide eyed and innocent. “Oh, trust me. I want to play,” Ikurus assured her, grinning his arrogant, crooked grin. “So you will you put my dress on?” Taira asked. “Hrmm... Iâ€m not sure…” Taira pouted. “A womanâ€s dress?” Ikurus asked, sounding nervous. Taira nodded. Ikurus sighed deeply. “If you want.” “Oh please... it would be so exciting!” Taira said, smiling brightly, running behind the changing screen. “Alright alright, need some help takin' it off?” “No! Thatâ€s alright… you just sit and relax…” Taira did her best to yell over the screen in her weak voice, tossing the dress overtop across the room in the direction of the pale mage. Coming out from behind the screen in her usual clothing, Taira saw Ikurus trying his best to pull on the chemise and bodice. Ikurus looked up at Taira in confusion at seeing her still dressed. “You always lay with men wearing clothes?” Shaking her head, Taira grinned at Ikurus. “Anticipation heightens everything.... they teach us that in the east…” “Ooooo…” Ikurus†eyes widened and voiced filled with excitement as he awkwardly struggled to pull on the rest of the dress. “Okay.” Taira stepped slowly across the room, dipping to pick up Ikurus†robe on her way over to the bed. “We believe in using all sorts of sensations to heighten the experience...” “Oh, really?” Ikurus asked, his interest peaking. Ikurus finished putting on the dress, looking down at himself indignantly. “I don't know wearin' a dress…” “Donâ€t worry Ikky, it will be great.” Taira bent over, her bottom in the air as she dug a rope out of her pack, grinning back at Ikurus. “Let's do it with you tied up...That makes me so wild.” The cocky lopsided grin returned to Ikurus†face. “Well... oh, alright. Where do you want me?” “Turn around,” Taira directed. Ikurus turned to face the bed. “Like this?” Separating the smaller pieces of rope from each other, she tossed the extra over her shoulder, grabbing Ikurus†wrists, binding them firmly, tugging extra hard to ensure he wouldnâ€t break out of them. Ikurus laughed with the prospect of what he thought was to happen, “Easy on the goods, love.” Rolling her eyes, Taira moaned dramatically, “Yes... Oh yes.. just like that darling.. you're turning me on so much..” Trying to look over his shoulder, Ikurus looked at Taira quizzically. “Won't i be needin' my hands?” Taira grinned to herself knowingly. “Not with what I've got planned for you darling..” “..alright 'en.” Pushing hard on his back, Taira bent him over the edge of the bed, getting on her knees, binding Ikurus†ankles with the same firm knot she used on his wrists. Ikurus looked over his shoulder, shuddering in excitement. “Gods i 'ope this is worth it.” “Oh.. it will be...” Taira grinned to herself again, purring, “Have you been a BAD boy Ikky?” Ikurus nodded vigorously. “I've been the worst boy in town, love.” Taira stood up, leaning close to Ikurus†back, breathing heavily into his ear. “Should I …..punish you…?” Ikurus†eyes closed partially, shuddering in excitement. “think it would be for the best.” “I agree…I think you've been a very... very bad boy....” Taira stood up, slowly backing away from Ikurus towards the door. Ikurus twitched in excitement, looking around the room, but not seeing Taira. “What happens to bad boys around here?” “Do you.... really want to know?” Asked Taira. Ikurus nodded hastily, fidgeting and trying to undo his bindings. “Oh yes… yes.... God these are on tight.” Her hand on the door, Tairaâ€s weak voice carried across the room, “Ikurus.... darling…” Ikurus paused in his fidgeting, looking over his shoulder, finally spotting Taira. “Hmmm?” Taira burst out into giggles, no longer able to contain herself. “Just hold that pose.. while I go run downstairs and get some witnesses...” Quickly turning the knob, she ran out of the room down the hall way. There was a pause, then angry shouts erupted from the room behind her. “'ey! What do ye mean? GET BACK HERE!”
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  Stories from the Right Side of Luck
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  The Life of Yarin: The Debt Unfulfilled
  20 years ago • Darkpowder 20 years ago

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  The boy must have been no more than sixteen seasons as he stood in the circle of pale wooded trees that gave the woodland the name "The Grey Forest". The boy looked up, for he was on his back his lip cracked a moment after the lightning fast elven swordsman drove the wooden shield up under his guard into his ribs. A deep elven voice sounded from above him, with a sound like a whispering song, the boy looked up and blinking in the glare of the sun at the centre of the circle he pushed himself up from the carpet of leaves and stood. "Yarin…" called the voice.. "Stand.. -BEGIN!-" Yarin gripped his twin short elven blades with a light grip, watching the statuesque figure of the elf swordsman resplendent in inscribed runed leather now holding the same weapons he did, a stark contrast to Yarin's simple tunic. As he had been trained he watched for the approaching thrust, twisting a blade lightly in his grip to draw the attacking blade down and to his left, before flicking the blade back out of danger. Yarins attack was parried with a blinding blow from the swordsman that threatened to knock his right hand blade from his grasp. The blades rang out for a few moments as each went on the offence, the swordsman clearly holding something back as he parried Yarins' thrusts and cuts. Yarin looked at the swordsmans eyes and there was no malice there, just simple concentration, then something told Yarin there was a moment. Yarin saw the swordsmans eyes flicker to the right a moment, in the classic feint. Yarin followed with his eyes allowing the swordsman the belief that he had succeeded in his trick. Then, seeing the swordsmans guard changing to the offence after the feint Yarin beat one of his opponents weapons away before striking at the tip and the base of the swordsmans weapon with both of his sending the blade stabbing toward the ground out of his grasp. Yarin stepped back as the swordsman dis-engaged, looking with not a glimmer of pride at the sword now standing up in the leaves between them. He looked up at his adopted fathers' eyes once more and in reply there was but a simple nod from the elf. The elf then spoke in a calm caring voice.. " Yarin, It is done, you may go-now. As agreed, and so must it be you have tasted of the long draught of our kin, now you will go to yours. You know where you must go.. as we spoke before. To the temple, do -what- you can -when- you can, for -all- you can."
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  Pain, fear, comfort and lust
  20 years ago • Yith 20 years ago

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  I am moving this story to the underground chronicals because it is more fitting there.
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  The Great Berry Hunt
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  Ghost of the Wilds - Old Two Skins Ear Neck Vine
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  It was loads of fun. Honestly, it's been a while since I had a nice big adventure like that. Thank you to all the DMs and all the players that made the night wonderful.