Azathomaria - IC, please read first post

VandalHeart

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Conscience has dreamed of this place throughout time and space. A place where anything could happen, dreams are granted and nightmares spring to life. Some would call the country it lies in Night, the Void, the first dimension, or the Umbra. Barker called it the Ana, an endless potential and nothing more. The ancient Greeks and scholarly modern Christians would call it Alpha or Omega, a place with no beginning or end. Quantum physicists would compare it to the mid-Atlantic ridge, pushing forever outward in all directions, but with no perfectly discernable point of origin. The lay man would call it outer space, but the description, like most laymens terms, would fall short. But perhaps Lovecraft described it best when he described the home of Azatoth, the blind and deaf feeble god who rules supreme with idle hands in a land with no real rules of conduct or laws of reality.

This is supposedly his home. Enter if you wish, and only if you dare.


Welcome to the Halls of the Castle Azathomaria. Here, your handle is your character, but you may speak out of character at any time just please keep it at a minimum. As mentioned in the introduction, this place has no real rules. That being said try to follow these guidlines.

1)This is a place of magic and impossibility. It is encouraged, but not required, that your characters be mythical or imaginary. Please respect the personas of those present.

2)Instances of actions that some would find intense or sick are PROBABLY going to happen here, so be warned. NonConsent being one of these, please attempt to clear with your potential co-author any details that need to be worked out ahead of time, such as "is this something you'd like to write?", and so on.

3)Be careful about interfering with one of these sessions, as it may truly interfere. Read before you post, my friends.

4)If you've seen "Eyes Wide Shut", put a slightly sci-fi/fantasy spin on it and that will give you a wonderful basis for what this place usually (usually being a very vague term) looks like and what is, again, usually going on. If you haven't seen this movie, just imagine a modern castle-like mansion in which an almost constant orgy, strip-tease, or sex show is happening in almost every room. Where that isn't happening, the conversation can range from merely social to the truly racy. Keep in mind, you are looking at a thread in the Sexual Roleplaying boards.

5)Finally, and most importantly, let the "rules" of the thread conform to the sensibilities and wishes of those in it at the time. We are here to have fun, and some things just aren't fun, so let's watch out. This is a very risky thread I'm starting here, as it's very maleable and democratic. So try to make this as fun as possible, and welcome to Azathomaria!
 
The demon Silbion, called the Vandal Heart, walks the halls of the castle under his custodianship. He wonders who will come to him tonight, what traveller will grace or impede him with their presence.
 
eyeing the demon respectfully, I enter and rather just look around... timidly wondering what this new place is about... I keep my boxer Clem on his leash and decide to materialize.

Hello. Heard about this place from a friend...
 
Intriguess the enchantress stepped through the surface of the mirror and looked around at where she had transported herself. She was clad in a layer of violet smoke which concealed when she wished and revealed when she wished. She walked the halls noticing the varied activities. It certainly looked like an interesting place to be and she found a room that had mirrored walls and a clear ceiling and floor. She glanced down at the room below smilling at the display and glanced up and the room above. This room would do quite nicely she decided as she admired her sensual reflection in the mirrors, noticing how they showed her reflection as extremely sexual.

She created a bed of smoke and laid down before putting a simple spell on the door to invite others to visit.
 
A voice echoed in the halls of the castle

Welcome to Azathomaria, honored guests of my master. This place is forsaken by many, but perhaps it shall be beloved yet. If your presence here is uncomfortable, simply find the nearest portalway and walk through with the intention to leave. Magicians will find that magic is easier to dispense and execute here, while cursed beings such as vampires, demons and arguably (chuckle) angels, will find the restraints of their condition dictated by their wishes alone. Welcome to my regency, and I hope you enjoy it here.
 
Enter the Water Nymph

A twinkling little laugh echoed through the halls as she moved unseen through the castle. Peeking in here and there, she was here for the sake of fun. It this looked to be very promising to her. A welcome to all who wished to play in the sexual side of things. For a nympho that was a perfect place for her to be. Finding a well lit room she moved within slowly. around her the room was a darker shade of green, reminding her of her woodland home. Perfection! The bed large and center, the walls mirrored here and there, the balcony beautiful and perfect for exhibitionism. Appearing finally, she materialized and glanced around. The thrill of males arriving here for satisfy their lusts sent a shiver over her, This was her new home.

Listening to the voice echo through the halls in welcoming, She reclined on the bed and smiled widely. Finally a place with her frame of mind living and breathing around her. Let the games begin was her thought.
 
Moving through the rooms with Clem, I hesitate before a deep purple room, filled with gold trimmings, red draperies, red satin bed.

I smile. There's even a bed for Clem. Without much thought the fire lights itself and I reline naked, burrowing under the covers. Just the thing.

In another instant, I have wine, some cheeses and bread on a table within reach. Also, Clem's favorite snack - melon balls. Silly dog.

"Keep watch Clem. I'm going to nap for a while."
 
Clem barks as someone is seen at the door, a man of medium build in a tailored silk suit. His face adorned by long thin scars running in all directions and his eyes burn a deep red fire. He peruses Annabelle as he leans on the door frame.

"Down boy," he says either to the dog or himself, one couldn't be sure.

"I see you've found the "Blood Room." Don't worry, it seldom bleeds, but I couldn't think of a better name for a purple and red room. My name is Vandal Heart. As your host, how could I be of service?"
 
"Ah, you are my host. Thank you for the welcome."
sliding on the bed until I am facing the door and Mr....Heart, Then sitting upright, the covers dropping to my waist.

"Love the room and ...service? Why what kinds of services do you provide Mr. Heart?" I ask him, smiling.
 
The demon smiles and begins to walk in the room

"Mr. Heart, hm? My dear, Vandal Heart is an honorific, a title of sorts. My name is Silbion, demon of doubt. But you didn't ask that..." he said as he sat at the foot of the bed. "You asked what services I offer. Well," his eyes flared for only a moment before they came to rest on Annabelle, "all things for a price. What did you have in mind?"
 
"Hmmm.. Demon of Doubt. Quite a title, Silbion.

"I heard of this place and thought Clem and I would enjoy a 'time' here.

"Now, all things for a price? I don't seem to have any money about me." Looking down at my rather naked form.

"I'll end up owing something, no doubt.

"Please, have a seat!"
 
"We don't often use money here, anyhow."

Vandal stared at her for but a moment, and then, "so...Annabelle, how are you liking this place?"

"If I may be so bold, how did you get here? It continues to fascinate me how people come to this place."
 
"Well, I just wandered in... Heard your invite, even in my little corner of the world."

Looking around at the room and then back at my host.

"I like it fine.

"You look a little peaked though. Cold? Would be much warmer under these covers..."
 
"Such a gracious invitation, how could I refuse?"

Vandal stands and disrobes revealing the hairline scars all over his body and exposing black feathered wings, which he stretches, popping them like arthritic fingers.

"Aaahhh...much better."

He lifts the covers and climbs in the bed, a feverish warmth snuggling up to Annabelle.

"Now that you have me in bed, what do you intend to do with me, my lady?"
 
"Why some exploring... I'm rather fascinated by the wings luv."

snuggling just TIGHT against him

"What's with all the scars if I may ask?"

lightly touching some here and there on his body...
 
He smiles as she traces his scars.

"The abyss is not a nice place, my dear. Which is why I enjoy the comforts of this castle much better."

He lightly strokes her face, his tanned skin strangely rough and smooth all at once.

"So what kind of...exploration...did you have in mind? For now, I am yours to command."
 
"How about delight? Explore delight and desire. We can explore many things don't you think?"

running my fingers along his lean torso, lightly tickling and teasing the length of him

I smile and raise my eyebrows as I wait for his answer. Feels GOOD to tease a ... whatever he is...
 
"Ah...one of my favorite subjects, desire."

Vandal runs his hand down her from her chin to her chest, avoiding her breasts for the moment, but giving her a chill at the semi-erotic contact.

"What is your desire? I've been at this whole sin thing for a while now, and I can cater to anything you could come up with."

The nails on his hand grow aboutan inch and continue down her stomach and back up, giving the sharp ends nowhere to dig in just yet.

"...Anything..."
 
He causes a shiver to run through me, the delicious tingle radiates out from where his hand drags along my body to invisibly tease my sex.

"Dark fantasies... dark desires... you can read my mind can't you? Isn't that one of your talents?"

I shiver again and begin to fantasize. The really nasty, sexy fantasy that I don't take out much.
 
"I can do nearly anything if given permission. That's usually one of the prices for certain things. If you would like me to be able to cater to a particular desire, allowing me to read your mind for the night could be an adequate price paid."

His hand stops so her mind can clear for a moment and answer him honestly.

"Do you want me to read something in your mind? Is there a particularly dark fantasy that you need fulfilled?"
 
"Oh, dear..." Vandal said as Annabelle vanished with her dog. "Well, I guess I'll just have to wait here until she or someone comes back."

With a flick of the wrist, a black cloud forms and materializes into a tray with a merlot and chicken friande spread in delectable gormet style. He begins to eat in the bed waiting...
 
His words hang in the room as I rematerialize. Quite. Had to take Clem for a walk before he rather wore out his welcome.

"MMM to pay the price with a mere mind read? That's not an awful hardship is it?

"You may....read my mind." With that I snag a choice morsel of chicken and chew thoughtfully.

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But then, I notice - he's gone in a flash...

Ah, well. A fantasy is never wasted!
 
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Sin

In the flash of an eye Sin has shed her clothing and is dancing around the room with nothing but her long tresses protecting her from prying eyes. Moving towards the balcony, she holds out her hands and turns her face towards the sky. Stretching from head to toe, she relaxes a little before her lips part and a the soft sweet melody begins to dance from her lips. An invitation of sorts to the mythical creatures to come and join her in this very interesting yet mysterious palace.

Deciding she needs to refresh herself she summons up a storm, of lightening and thunder, and soft warm rain drops from the clouds above. Rinsing free of satisfied for the moment, she decides to go exploring.
 
"Azatoth! Stop porting me and the guests all over the damn place!" Vandal barked at apparently no one in particular.

He had stepped through one of the doors on the edge of the hallway between the "blood room" and the courtyard where the storm raged on.

Just to piss VandalHeart off, Azatoth transports him to his personal chamber for hours of excruciating silence...

(I'm really sorry about not being here for very long, but I've been very busy and every time I try to get something started and implemented on Lit, something pops up. Annabell Lee, I want that scene we were about to start to happen, but it's going to take a bit. Sin...I'm gonna gitchoo...:devil: )
 
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well, the cool thing 'bout lit.. is you can do it when you can... if that make sense!

Not to worry!
 
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