Carnal Convent

[Mcloud313]

Deep in the mountains along the border of Asia and Europe a group of nuns were sent to establish a convent to god. They were such a secret they were forgotten about by the Roman Church but continued living their lives of chastity without any male contact.

Four years later a group of four knights, tired, beaten, and some wounded end up upon the convents doorstep. The mother takes them under her wing but as the knights grow accustomed to life at the convent the younger women take notice of their attributes and the nuns are filled with needs they know not how to satisfy, only that these knights have the answer they need.

Read or Write along as four battle hardened shameless knights drive a holy place of nuns into a center of carnal pleasures as sin runs wild and free underneath the nuns skirts.

I'll need any number of female authors, one to play the mother of the convent, and three other knights. Feel free to join in. Once I have three knights thats all though, or else the poor nuns will be overrun.

 

[Mcloud313]

Sir William Faxfyre grunted as he bore the weight of his best friend leaning against him. Together the group of four warriors stumbled up to the large wooden building nestled into the side of a mountain, their chain armor jingling with each step. Rain beat down hard upon their backs and flowed down their weathered faces, they had been on a quest for six years now, attempting to find the true ark that was believed to be within these tall mountains.

He lent his friend against a wooden pillar and stomped up the stairs to he massive double doors, his long sword slapping against his muscled thigh with the movements. One gauntleted hand came up and pulled soaking wet brown hair from his eyes and he beat upon the door mercilessly. He hoped whoever lived within these walls would be hospitable, because the four of them would need somewhere to stay for some time.

William glanced at his friend who held his side with a grimace, his hand covering the horribly bandaged area where an arrow had pierced his ribs. "Hold on friend, we will get help for you soon." William assured him beating upon the old wooden doors again.

 

[Joycelet]

Sister Immaculata

We heard the banging on our door and wondered who might have stumbled across our hidden convent. In our language i cried out for him to stop the banging, but he probably didnt understand what I was saying as I opened the little door to see who was there

I remembered from my childhood the sight of a knight in armor, and since he couldnt explain who he was or why he was here, he pointed to his friend leaning against the wall and holding his hand over a bandage soaked with dried blood. I knew he needed help and we couldnt turn them away.

Opening the door, I took one arm and he the other as we helped his colleague inside where a nice fire kept us warm. Seated I started to remove his suit of armor, but had no idea how it went together. I gestured for the visitor to undress him, so we could attend to his wounds.

 

[Longleg]

John Wagner lifted the visor on his helm, the place was quiet , he liked quiet , quiet meant no one was trying to kill him, a pleasing change.

He'd been young too young when he had left his fathers estates ,being the third son had left him with limited opportunities even for the son of a baron.

Join the priesthood or join a holy quest thus his deeds would reflect on his father and older brothers , that had been what he'd been told as a fresh faced 16 year old.

Now at 22 he felt anything but fresh faced, he was tired not just in body but in soul everything just seemed too hard. Yet for all that he had held himself steadfast with his fellow knights, now in this place of God he hoped for God's peace for just a few short days, for his body begged for time to heal.

He took off his helm as the nun tried to get their wounded conrades armour off, his eyes blue as the sea with hair dark as coal but John was no longer the truly handsome vision he had been in childhood ,for a scar ran down his right cheek from ear to chin a gift from a long dead bandit.