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 Female x Male  Fantasy  World Building Oh, The Places You Shouldn't Go (dalliance x zeph)

Discussion in 'Roleplay Execution' started by Dalliance, Sep 23, 2019.

  1. Dalliance

    Dalliance Snack Fiend Member

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    It was not her own legacy that the guards fretted over, but her parentage. The name Sionae tel Bannan and Avry Dartanden still left a foul taste at the tip of their tongue, its aftertaste the acrid bite of freshly burnt wood or even poison sliding down their throats. Theirs had been a torrid love story, hell bent on war and destruction. They were both mages, after a fashion, though he had been more comfortable with a sword in his hand, so better to cleave off heads. She had been more vicious in her own way, proclaimed by those that encountered her to be the eldritch witch. The darker whispers of the very old, who remembered the wars that had brought about their tyranny on these lands, knew that it was her mother and not her father that had raised an army of half-dead creatures, half man and half beast, from the fresh corpses of fallen soldiers to raze what was left of the kingdom's protectors. The direst rumors, tangled up on twisted tongues as they ran rampant in every which way, was that her mother had even copulated with these creatures and the spawn that came of it became the most powerful of her minions.


    But it was the dragon himself that rained hell down on every home, every field of crops, every head that remained uncovered until it all turned to ash on the ground. Proof of his destruction was still being rebuilt, some twenty years later. Though the population had thinned from war, it was a miracle from lands over the great mountains in the west. This land's savior rode from out of the mists – as the old women whispered he had with sly grins passed among themselves – to conquer the two foes that had made the lands their serpent's nest for so long. It had taken time, with even more blood spilt, before the heads of both the sorceress and her warlord were pitched up high and sightless.


    The girl had been a secret for almost a year. No one had imagined the two were capable of conceiving an actual child. Let alone had managed to raise one up to adulthood. Untrusting, the new king kept her locked away while he pondered her fate, though the girl became close-lipped and sullen whenever her parents were brought up. Still fearful that the young woman might turn on them, they neither provoked nor engaged her. It was only a week before their trek to the wizard's towering spire that the king had even come to his decision to deliver her into the hands of someone more capable of dealing with her likes.


    Her name was Caliente, but that was knowledge that the guards who delivered her right to his doorstep knew. They called her 'girl,' mostly, if they needed her attention, but most of these men avoided even making eye contact with her. In her silent web of thought, it had become a kind of game during their journey to intentionally make eye contact with one of the men with her own pair of oceanic blues. In return, the knight would seem to freeze until the smile that curled her lips had him look away like a frightened animal who had just saw its death in a predator's gaze.

    They were forbidden to speak to her, so the second game she had chanced within her barred barrier was to wait until one of the knights had walked close enough for her to whisper his disgrace. She made up small torments, such as the notion that his wife had been sleeping with his best friend for ten years now. Or that she knew that another did not have enough coin to pay the debtor and he would lose his home to the king, so he took this job to compensate. Or that one of the young men, a lord's fourth son, was in love with a whore, and that they both envisioned running off to the kingdoms beyond the mountain to start a new life. These things she overheard when they though that she was sleeping, or perhaps too far away to be overheard. It was when she started throwing them back in their faces that they covered her up from the world.


    The bright of the day had her blinking in her captive's cage when the cloth was finally removed after three days of traveling blind. The quiet little bird locked away in her gilded cage stretched out from where she curled in the center and rolled up onto her knees as she grasped the sigiled bars that kept her within. Tussled dark hair fell in a silken tumble over her shoulders, which were covered by a simple linen dress. She was a sun-kissed beauty with a pair of vibrant eyes that popped from her face and full, rosebud lips that pouted suddenly in consternation when her head craned to see just where she had been taken.


    “This is not the right place,” she finally spoke, her voice still laden with sleep. “You made a mistake. This is not my home.”


    The knight that led them to the magus’ door turned sharply to look at the young woman, who dipped her head in kind to meet his bewildered stare. Shooting another glance to what was to be her new home, he chuckled low and shook his head. He did not respond to her, but instead shot a glance and a nod to the man who had removed her covering. Nodding, he then moved to the back to unlock the latch that kept her locked inside. It was one of the other men that hesitantly dipped inside the carriage and lashed out before the girl had a chance to react to the shackle that snapped around her slender wrists. He gave her a sharp tug, sending her reeling after him, until she landed hard on her knees in the dirt path.


    For the first time since this journey's beginning, anger flashed abruptly in her eyes when she had managed to pull herself to her feet. A tiny tremor – a mere change in pressure – became imminently apparent, though stifled by the same runes etched into the cage that were sketched into her shackles. Her lips peeled back to reveal two rows of perfect, pearl white teeth that she bared at the man who now guided her, hands before her, until they both stood in front of the door. He knocked once, twice, then stepped back, jerking the girl along with him.

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  2. Zephyrnus

    Zephyrnus Denizen of Creation Member

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    Rezim had kept much of his life in seclusion since the days of darkness caused by the witch. As much of a blight on history it had been, he had been more fascinated in the ability and magic that had surrounded those moments. He had been but a child during those days but they left an ever lasting mark upon him. If powers such as those could be harnessed for darkness, what might one be able to accomplish procuring the same abilities for the light. It was almost an obsession for him but it also helped him become very skilled in what tricks he was able to be taught. His isolation allowed him to do many experiments with his power and push his limits even further with each spell.

    Today, however, his mind was in a bit of a whirlwind of hypotheticals and theories. He was being gifted something that had no value that could be cashed out in this world. The spawn of the darkest beings upon the world that was still being cleaned up today. This was a chance to meet a source of such power. Yes, he knew that she had not exhibited such abilities since being captive but he knew deep within the potential had to be there. Power did not just vanish because the original user was now snuffed out. It would transfer itself like a living entity or like a parasite upon a person. This woman would be his key to unlocking greater abilities and finally finding the keys that would help him find opposing power to that pure darkness. Even if he would have to delve into the dark arts through her, he would find those keys to allow him to bring peace to the world.

    The knock to his door would signal the arrival of his precious gift as the sound reverberated off the stone walls that made up his rather quaint house. He did not need much room since he had been able to manipulate special dimensions through the use of his studies. What seemed small on the outside could hold an infinite void that he could manipulate as he saw fit. Yet today, he had no use for such tricks. His small hut housed a bedroom, a living area/study area, and a kitchen to help sustain his human body. The addition to his house was obvious because of the color of the stones used to build it. Heavy runes had been etched around it just like the ones engraved on her shackles to keep her subdued and at bay. He was not taking any chances with this one. For all he could believe is that she was waiting for her moment to break free.

    Pulling the door open, he would cinch up his robe a bit to fit the part of a mage instead of the visage of a peasant taking advantage of some less than intelligent soldiers. His eyes were fixated on the little sparrow in chains as he found her fascinating. As the guard read from a scroll, Rezim completely ignore him without even the slightest motion to stop the chatter. He had no reason to hear the King's words or reasoning behind leaving her in his care. He would approach the woman at the shock of all those around them. Her reputation was one that most feared but he was not one to be threatened or detoured by a few tales. His eyes were curious and attentive as he reached out a hand to grab her by the chin. He forced her head up to look him in the eyes as he peered deep within them looking for any sign of the witch he wished to learn about. Those deep blue hues had their own enchanting qualities but they were a far cry from what he was actually after.

    When the guard completed his little show of relentless obedience to do as the king ordered, he would wave the men off to take their leave. He could not tolerate their presence too long because he found them far less appealing in the moment. The clang of metal and the snap of leather to get the horses going would echo around them before the clacking of horseshoes faded off into the distance. His eyes never left her for a moment but he was beginning to feel a little disappointed that she was not the spectacle that he had come to believe she might be. This frail girl had her enchanting abilities carved into her form and visage but that was the only thing that stood out as being slightly magical. If history were to take hold, she would be drawn out as a troll or something far worse to paint her as the demonic spawn that the world believed she was. He let the silence of the world envelope them before he dared speak to her.

    "My name is Rezim. I will be your care taker from this moment on. Trust me when I say... this will not be a pleasurable accommodation. You hold a key to salvation within the darkness your body may or may not possess. I will use any means to exploit those powers and twist them to my bidding and desire. I warn you now... If you refuse or refrain from showing me your potential... there will be consequences to be had. You will not deny me what I seek." He would say sternly and meaning that every denial or lack of ability would be her down fall in every way. Even if she was just a normal girl and the power had passed elsewhere, he would still torture her until she gave up completely. He was a determined soul and he was going to get what he was after with her or through her. "Now... tell me the name that your god forsaken mother has cursed you with."
     
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  3. Dalliance

    Dalliance Snack Fiend Member

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    The guards were all too relieved to abandon their charge in the hands of the magus. Even if the girl had not been any trouble when they had scooped her from the wreckage of the eldritch’s fallen kingdom, they still feared the resemblance that she had to her former life. What had appeared strange but that had been tossed away as an afterthought was the fact that the girl had been locked up like one of the caged things that had been kept, left alone with her thoughts and mumblings. In truth, the men who had delivered her feared that she had a broken mind, which could prove to be just as dangerous as anything else.

    Her eyes darkened into midnight spheres once the guards had left, running for the hills on their mounts, her cage rumbling after them and bouncing over the rough pathway now that it was free of its burden. Her hands felt heavy in their binds, so she let them fall to settle in front of her, fingers curling as blood rushed and sent tingles through her limbs as they struggled to wake up from being confined for so long. Silent now after her single retort, she gritted her teeth when this new face reached up and grasped her chin with his hand, forcing her to look him in the eye.

    The stars reflected back in her stare, haunted and yet more perceptive than she would have liked to let on. There was a defiance in them, but there was also a subdued acceptance of what was to come next. She still tensed as he detailed just what his intentions were, but as yet said nothing in deference to his scheme, nor did she try and pull away from his grasp. Instead, it was her stomach that rumbled its defiance, reminding the world that while the world might have feared her, she was as yet confined to mortal needs.

    The sound was ignored by her; instead there was a silent debate raging inside her eyes as to how she was to answer him. Finally, eyes lowering down, she responded simply, “I am called Cal.”
     
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  4. Zephyrnus

    Zephyrnus Denizen of Creation Member

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    "Cal...." Rezim would say in a soft tone as he committed that name to memory. It was pretty uninspiring of a name to be given life by the demon of their world. He continued to search her eyes and watched the starry night take residence in them. It was a spectacular sight to behold and one he wanted to delve into more than anything. Where would her eyes lead him? Into the void? Into nothing? Or was it a trick to get him to venture deeper and make him the next victim of a brutal lineage? He had so many questions that he could not answer them all in this moment. He soon let her go so she could advert her gaze where she pleased. Her secrets would come but her stomach needed tending. He needed her in a stable state or risk her power being stunted. At least, that was his thinking.

    Taking her chains, he would lead her inside to get her out of the sight of the world to imprison her within his home. His life was now at his own will because he held with him the most dangerous weapon he could imagine. Pulling her in, he would close the heavy oaken door and place a large piece of timber as a barricade. With a simple etched run, the piece of lumber would gain a semblance of immobility that would only allow it to be moved when the rune was removed. His examination of her was still not over in that moment because he had only peered into her eyes. There were so many other details he had to take in.

    His confidence was heightened with her lack of compulsion to lash out. She seemed almost submissive in this state even if her eyes burned with the fires of a more take charge woman. Who was to say that the woman on the outside and the woman on the inside were the same? Maybe two pieces held in one vessel. It would be a wonder to bring both sides forward and see how they confronted one another. He would softly break her chains and let them fall heavily to the floor. The items of men had no power with them and he wondered why she even cared to pretend she was trapped by them. Maybe the power he sought was not hers after all. He shook his mind free of those thoughts and knew it was dragging him into doubt which he could not fall into with all of this. He walked around her and touched her off and on checking her weight, sizing and if there were any marks upon her that would be of magical significance.

    "Now, Cal... tell me what purpose your mother had for you... what was her wish for you? You must have some notion why she brought you into this world." He asked as he circled around in front of her. His hands would trace her arms a bit before he softly took her by the wrists. He inspected any wounds and injuries she had sustained being held captive by the metal shackles. If they healed rather quickly, then there was something he could feed off of and learn. He still had no idea how she might draw upon her power. Magic came in many forms and his was all stamina based. An inner well of mana that, if trained properly, could grow. He was still working on that growth but had reached a plateau in his training. She would help him break that. Under his breath, he would start a small incantation to give her wrists a new shackle that would bind her to the inside of his hovel.
     
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  5. Dalliance

    Dalliance Snack Fiend Member

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    Cal was not her name, at least not one that had been given to her at birth, but it was the name that was built around her like a wall. It had become the name that was assigned to her. Not that the girl that watched him now, so stoically, was going to be volunteering any further information for the man who lay his intentions out so plainly to her. Hers had already been a life of punishment already, as had all the acolytes that had fallen under Her command; this was just part of her punishment for rebelling.


    However, her eyes were not without intelligence in their depths. Indeed, her reluctance to speak had little to do with her wit not being intact, and more to do with the attention that she gave other things once he had taken her like one would an animal, leading her in by her shackles within his hidden place in isolation. A prickle ran through her as her feet passed over the barrier of his doorway, its defenses causing her stomach to tighten and her eyes to roll to the door. She watched him shut it after her, place the rune, her stare boring into the mark before it faded away. Before he could turn around again, her mouth had pursed in consideration, only to fall flat again when his attention was once more on her.


    “I believe the question is what you intend to do with me, Sirrah. My mother has discarded me as she has discarded all of her children in the aftermath of war,” she said, quietly, her eyes lifting to fall on his face. She was not so schooled as she would have liked to believe, though. Her features flinched when his hands coiled around her arms and lifted them. A tiny thing, the girl; her arms felt as if they might snap if he squeezed too hard, made that much more so by the bruises that ringed her wrists and left red welts where the metal had squeezed too hard.


    “You have the look of someone starved. Do you intend to drain what you find, and leave the husk cast aside?” She asked quietly again, without consternation, with only a solemn inquisitiveness held captive in the tone of her voice. It was then that she stepped back, tugging her arms free of his grasp, just as soon as the new prickle of power latched into her underneath the skin. Grimacing, she lifted her forearms up, her hands rubbing alongside where his mark was left. It was then that fear ignited itself on her face, though she ducked her head to hide it from his sight.
     
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  6. Zephyrnus

    Zephyrnus Denizen of Creation Member

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    Rezim listened to her words and could feel the bit of cat and mouse in her voice as she worked her words in the direction she desired. She was deflecting what he was asking back at him. Though the attempt was quite admirable, he was not in any way amused or surprised. The dense minds of the guards would miss such things which he was not going to be fooled. This woman held something much more inside her and it was possibly dying to emerge. Every motion of her body, lips, eyes, it was all watched with notes of detail as he watched every reaction. She was hiding within herself like the caged animal she was. The worst part was her neglected form. He could not possibly hope for her to survive what he had intended if she seemed so frail to his touch. This would make care taking a bit of a to do on his list and that was not something he intended either.

    "I doubt there are many that could handle what power is possibly coursing through those veins. I intend to watch, learn, and mimic everything. I will trace your power to its source and find the same threads to pull upon to unlock the same in myself. It would be far less complicated if you could just gift me what you possess. If you were able of that, we would not be having this conversation now. I would be pursuing the next vessel that held that power." He said in a stern voice as he watched her closely. The slightest glimpse of fear in her eyes as she turned her sight from him would almost allow him a smile but he was not going to reward himself just yet with that elation until he was able to harness what he was after. He leaned in a bit and whispered threateningly in her ear. "Those shackles... will do so much more than mar your skin if you attempt to leave this place."

    Everything he had seen in this moment, Rezim felt nothing in the way of danger from her. She was placid in every sense but he was not going to let that lower his guard. It was enough for him to be able to turn his back to her as he stepped away from her. Pulling the robe from his body, he would let it hang on a nearby hook. His linen under shirt was cut short on the arms as his own set of runes and incantations ran across his skin like tattoos upon him. It was his way of trying to expand himself beyond what his physical body could accomplish and even some protections to allow him a long and healthy life. His attention diverted completely from her as he decided a meal was best to be created. He had held off his hunger for long enough in anticipation for her arrival only to be left a little.... underwhelmed.

    "As a token of hospitality... take a moment to get yourself cleaned up and changed into something a little less... torn..." He said as he tipped his head to the side a bit to pop a couple joints to ease some tension. It tended to help when he had been stressed and he had a lot to stress about today. Waving a gentle motion towards the added on cell, the stones and steel shifted and began to reconfigure. The walls sealed up and became more complete as an actual room began to form in its place. What had been a six foot square cage outside now looked like a luxurious room. It was furnished with a wardrobe of clothing she could choose from, a bed that looked rather comfortable, and a fire place to warm up a copper bed warming pan for when the weather would turn a bit chilly. She may have been a prisoner but he was needing her at her best to be able to tap into everything she held within.

    He would make sure it was finished before he headed off into the kitchen area and begin to work on some wild boar meat. He was going to make a stew with it all since it would keep longer and allow him many days of food. A snap of his fingers would light the fire beneath the cast iron cauldron. It filled from the bottom with water just far enough to allow him to begin to throw in whatever he wanted to make it at least wholesome to all who had it. He would chew on a bit of stale bread from a few nights before tide himself over while he worked.
     
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