Castle of The Dark Lord

[MidnightsLair]

Listen all people of the villages I am the Dark Lord prepare to feel my wrath.

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Bucharest, Romania.
August 15th, 1560.

High in the Carpathian mountains, Lucian Chavdar was born to Lord Ciodaru and Lady Juana Chavdar. The child had no siblings, his only companion was his crooked old nanny Teofila. Affairs of the state kept his parents busy so it was left to Teofila to educate and raise the boy. Unbeknownst to the Lord and Lady, Teofila was a practicioner of the dark arts and exposed the boy to the occult and witchcraft. When Lucian was 15 his parents were killed by villagers due to an uprising regarding land tax and ownership. Teofila hid the boy in the dungeon and sealed up the castle where the two remained for another seven years.

The townspeople had believed the child and his nanny dead and it was rumoured that the castle was haunted due to the violent deaths that had occured there. Being a supersitious people these whispered rumours had kept the villagers away and the castle had remained undisturbed for seven years.

The nanny, now left unfettered to raise the boy as she saw fit trained, fed & loved him until on his 25th birthday his powers had reached their peak. Due to her old age and with her own powers now waning the strain of trying to control him finally killed her.


Over the next couple of years his power grew darker and he became twisted and evil. The one thing his nanny had never been able to control was his unquenchable thirst for erotic perversions. Now left to his own devices he seized back control of his parents kingdom and grew even more powerful. The only thing that could possibly slake his lust would be to take a female slave that he could control and use to satisfy his twisted desires.

One moonlit night, at the stroke of midnight, he travels down into the nearby village. The villagers were all poor and mostly simple farmers and labourers. Having had the ability to walk amongst them undetected, for six months he had studied and watched one of the young woman who had captured his interest. Even as a young girl of 15 her beauty far surpassed that of any other female in the village. He had observed as she had rebelled against her father so he knew she had spirit which appealed to him. So it was on this night that he stole her from her bed and took her to his castle where he raped her and made her submit to his will, making her forever his mistress.

Eight years later he now rules his kingdom with enslaved men acting as his guardians and servants. His lustful appetite has grown thirsty again and he needs more maidens to bend to his will, to rape and use to fulfill his unnatural desires.

Tonight his hunt begins.

-end of narrative-

-required character descriptions to follow-

 

[MidnightsLair]

Mistress Lilliarian
Age: 23

Subserviant to the Dark Lord but his trusted mistress who now rules by his side.

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[MollySchtupp]

Mistress Lilliarian


After being taken as such a young girl, the Master had shaped me into his faithful servant. I had my own powers to wield as he intrusted me with many of his secrets.

Tonight the Master longed for more. He had ruled his kingdom under a vail of secrecy and now his lust for virgin blood and new flesh had reached it's peak.

Gromel and Hadash, his two man servants, were at the ready. They must travel to the nearby towns and take young maidens for the Masters lust.

I sat at his feet as he gave instructions. I may serve to him... but I rule all others. My wrath was not as harsh, but I controlled through passion and desire.

 

[MollySchtupp]

OOC: Castle of the Dark Lord - cast still required!

 

[MidnightsLair]

OOC: Castle of the Dark Lord characters -

Two Male Attendants;

Gromel - 6'2", Well built 24 year old. Taken from local village when he was 19. He has been serving the master, but is strong willed and highly sexual. All the Master 'servants' are. Blond hair, blue eyes. Of German background.

Hadash - 6', also well built but dark unlike Gromel whom is blonde. Hadash has piercing green eyes and dark tanned skin. Hadash is more quiet and reserved compared to Gromel, but has more passion and serves the Master faithfully.

Maidens to be 'taken':

Brigel - Young 19 year old daughter of a farmer. She has pale skin and dark flowing locks. Dark eyes and beautiful lips. She works on her father farm and helps her mother with duties in the village where she lives. She is pure and a virgin.

Martarie - Martarie is 22 and lives alone with her mother who is a seamstress. She lives in a village further away from Lord Lucian's castle sits. She is strong willed but poor. Her golden hair is unusal for that area and she is lusted for by many of the men in the village.

Shedelle - Kind girl who is an orphan. She is older than the other children in the orphanage and helps the nun's look after the younger children. She is a beautiful girl with dark red hair that she keeps tied back. Green eyes and a soft pale complextion, Shedelle is adored by all at the Bakstadi Orphanage children and nuns.

Vetrita - Vetrita is the younger of four siblings, all other three being boys. They protect their beautiful sister. She has shoulder length black hair and a healthy glow as she helps her brothers and father in the field. She is yet untouched as her brothers protect her from the many men in her village who want her for their own.

Law -

Mayor Grustrate - The villagers are in a panic when the girls start to disapear and he must mend things and visit the dreaded Dark Lord in his castle. He is an older man. Grey hair and a moustache, but still very fit and handsome. He is a strong man with no fear.

Castle Help -

Man Butler, Cosaki - 30. Long black hair with dark eyes. Swarthy handsome slim man who serves the Master. Answers the door, tends to the Masters every whim, including his women wenches. As do the two male attendants.

Woman servant, Prilletta - 27. Long light red hair with hazel eyes. Lean beautiful woman with slender limbs and an ample bossom. She cooks and also serves the Master's every need. She also serves Lilliarian's every need. EVERY need.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Tiafali

(with permission from MidnightsLair, I am creating my own character... )

Tia - A Darkly exotic girl, just turned 19. She is not of the area, instead she was with a traveling band of gypsies, who circumvent the land, moving from south to north, east to west. Entertainment, dancing, sexual, monetary is the name of their game. They dabble in the spiritual world as well, offering many charms and trinkets that can either ward off evil, or attract it. They tell stories of Vampires and blood feasts, Lycans and hunts, Witches and sacrafices, but never do they speak of their own beliefs, their own connections to the worlds of fire and darkness...

Tia is the daughter of those Gypsies. Her skin is the color of cocoa, a mane of midnight black graces her head, cascading down her shoulders and back. Her eyes are her most striking feature.. pure golden fire, that sparkle with hidden power when she turns those eyes on you.

Tia's heritage is unknown beyond the band of Gypsies, but she carries very important blood running thru her veins.. for it was her Great Aunt, Teofila, sister to her Great Grandmother, that raised the Dark Lord, that exposed Him to the darkness that her own family delved within, that kept Him safe after the untimely death of His parents, that ulitmately could no longer control Him. Her powers weakened, her strength gone, her family thinking she indeed was as dead as the Dark Lord and His family, she allowed the hand of death to take her. But not before whispering a last, powerful spell. That spell allowed her powers to congeal, to entwine, to mingle into the darkness, to emerge again, in a descendant of hers. A child, a female child that would bear her name, almost.

Tiafali, now known as simply Tia.. knew nothing of her Great Aunt, the Nanny. Her Father obviously did, for it was He that named her after His Great Aunt Teofila, but to protect the girl, he changed the name slightly, but that did not diminish the fact that this was the descent that she whispered about, the female child that would possess her powers, powers that Tia had no idea she had, or how to use. If she had known, perhaps fate would have intervened and she would not have found herself within the village at the base of His domaine, or so close to His power.

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[AmbrosiaCaress]

Tia - IC and more backstory

~ Tia liked the night, the darkness, the chill to the air, so much better than she did the daylight hours. Perhaps that came from her upbringing. The Gypsies always slept late into the day, and conducted business, whether that be dancing, or something a bit more, intimate, in the shadows of the night, under the baleful gaze of the moon when it decided to make an appearance.

Tia was no fool. She knew she was the outsider in this small village, that sat at the base of the dark, and haunting Castle looming above. The village struggled to survive, to appease the Darkness that seemed to envelope them, the Darkness that ruled. The Dark Lord, not often seen, in fact, in the 2 full seasons that Tia had been at the village, she had not once seen the Dark One. Indeed she had heard, rumors, stories, told by scared worshippers, by families of the enslaved. Tia and her Father had listened closely, but offered no thoughts, no words, of their own feelings toward the Dark One. Tia knew nothing of Him, to be honest. It was her Father that had known. Her Father knew of the Nanny, His Aunt, her Great Aunt.. but her Father HATED the Dark Lord, He said nothing to Tia, not wishing to betray what he thought, of the power he thought his own daughter carried. Power that her Father hoped could bring the Dark Lord to His knees. That could defeat the Evil one.. He his family blamed the Dark Lord and His own family for the darkness that encompassed them, starting with Aunt Teofila.. It was HIS family.. Tia's family, that had instigated the uprising that had slaughtered the Dark Lord's parents, and sought to slaughter the child Himself. Gypsies they were, yet powerful enough to influence a village, a succession of villages into attacking the Castle and those within. But The Nanny, Aunt Teofila was too cunning. She used her magic and her wits to sequester the Dark Child. To save Him. To raise Him.

Tia knew none of this, for her Father had wished her to grow up a simple Gypsy, until she was old enough to harness and use her hidden powers, powers that the Nanny had left behind, powers meant to protect the Dark Lord, to serve Him, powers that her Father was determined to use against Him.

At 17, her mother gone, Tia and her Father left the band of Gypsies and settled in the village at the base of the Castle. He never had the chance to teach His daughter or even tell her of what she carried in her blood... her heart.. her soul. That winter, He became sickened and died, leaving the girl on her own.

Tia, after mourning and burying her Father, had no place to go, she wanted to return to the Gypsies, but she had no idea where they were at the time. She was stuck in the village. A village she never considered home, but that was where she was to stay, at least for the moment.

She found she preferred to roam in the darkness, to make her way as best she could. She danced often at the small Inn that graced the center of the village, serving drinks when summoned, the Innkeeper taking a liking to the exotic girl...
Taking a liking was an understatement. The man continually tried to bed her. Tia would have none of that. She wished to remain virginal until her marriage bed. That was one thing she had promised her mother before she died, back when Tia was 16 years old. A promise Tia would keep.. at least try to. She knew it would not be easy. A girl alone, in a small, poor village. More than once she had thought about approaching the Castle, and the Evil Ruler that lived within, but her Father's voice in her head always stopped her. "No Tia, He is the Devil Himself" ...

This particular night had a chill in the air, a chill that Tia was not sure she could attribute to just the coming cold season. Something haunting, something evil, she could feel it, a 6th sense. Something hunted this night. And as she made her way to the Inn, drawing her cloak about the modest black dress she wore, that clung to her curves like a second skin, she could not help the shiver that raced down her spine.. ~

 

[sexyshiela]

OOC: With permission from Master MidnightsLair

I take the role of-
Woman servant, Prilletta - 27. Long light red hair with hazel eyes. Lean beautiful woman with slender limbs and an ample bossom. She cooks and also serves the Master's every need. She also serves Lilliarian's every need. EVERY need.
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IC:

Prilletta

It was a cold night and the Lord Master was restless. The kingdom was a bustle of chaos as he prepared for His night. This was the beginning. The anniversary of the death of his guardian and nanny Teofila. Cosaki, his man servant had lit all the open fires and lanterns within the castle and the Master remained behind closed doors in his domain with Mistress Lilliarian. Only she was able to be with him during his time of preparation.

Cosaki comes to me into the large kitchen. Dead chickens, quails, pork and meat hang over the large wooden bench that I cooked on. In the cold safe was a whole pig and lamb, ready for the feast later that night. The wind swept past the large wooden windows of the stone kitchen, like evil was in the air, swirling around the castle.

I kept myself busy preparing the various vegetables. Although this area was sparse of fresh produce, The Master was able to obtain any food he wished. His power reached far across the land, and aside from his faithful servants that lived within this cold stone walls, he had many followers throughout Romania who brought him his ever desire.

Cosaki asks if I could use his assistance. I nod. I was greatly attracted to Cosaki. Not as much as my passion ran for the Master of course, but with his long dark hair, deep brown nearly black eyes and tall frame he was beyond beautiful for a man. He begins to take down one of the recently dead chickens and pluck the feathers while I peal sweet potato.

"It's time, isn't it Cosaki?" I whisper. The Master could hear all so we all talked with low tones, nearly whispers. He nods.

He was not a man of many words, but he did not need to be. We all knew what was expected of us. We obeyed the Master and did as he wished without question. I also served Mistress Lilliana exclusively. Although She was the Masters, she also had an insatible appetite for the perverse and her passion was not limited to the Master, or just men.

Gromel and Hadash enter the kitchen area. They were the Masters's faithfull bootmen and hunters. He had shaped them and they were both more powerful than most men in strength and body structure. They both nod in a greetings gesture to myself and Cosaki, but do not utter a word. The simply go to the pantry and take dried meat and cheese with a cows udder bag of milk each, put their bows and arrows over their shoulders, and leave.

Who knows how long they will be gone? We will feast tonight whether they come back with the Masters prizes or not. They may be gone for days - weeks. But this was the start and the Master was awake and feeling more powerful than ever before. It was an exciting time.

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[MidnightsLair]

OOC: With permission from Master MidnightsLair

I take the role of-
Woman servant, Prilletta - 27. Long light red hair with hazel eyes. Lean beautiful woman with slender limbs and an ample bossom. She cooks and also serves the Master's every need. She also serves Lilliarian's every need. EVERY need.
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Prilletta

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[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ As Tia walked thru the quieted paths of the village, heading toward the one place that still had light and life left within, the Inn, she could not seem to shake that forboding sense of evil, of darkness. She felt the shadows, of whom she considered friend to her, closing in around her. She swore she heard voices, haunting, chilling, shivering voices, calling to her on the breeze that slithered thru the center of the village.

A warning.. ?? or was it a premonition of what was to come, what she was, what power she carried?? A reverent whisper of this night, the night the Nanny, a most powerful female, died...

She stopped and canted her head slightly, closing her eyes to listen. She heard the animals of the surrounding wood, the hunters, the predators, and the prey they sought.
She heard the whimpers and cries of the ones caught, in their death throes.
She heard voices, ethereal, that seemed to wind into the breeze, entwine, mingle, and haunt her. She thought, for a moment, she heard the whisper of a old lady, a dying old lady, who whispered a dying spell into the depths of the darkness and sinister shadows that surrounded her.

Tonight, the anniversary of the death of the powerful Teofila, a small fact that Tia was not privy to. Being an outsider, her Father having shielded her, Tia had no sense of the stories of the Dark Lord, His parents slaughter, His Nanny's teachings, passions, darkness, or her death as He rose to power. Tia heard, talk, but it was talk that she had learned to and chose to not participate in, nor involve herself in. And this night.... the talk... was of the Nanny....

Tia took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing nerves. She took one last look around before drawing the dark cloak she wore tighter about her body, the Inn was just ahead. She would dance, and put all thoughts and inklings of evil and darkness and death out of her mind. ~

 

[SwirlingDervish]

OOC: With permission I'd like to take the role of Gromel

Character description to follow

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Gromel - A tall athletic 24 year old whose blond hair and piercing blue eyes betray his germanic heritage. Taken by the Dark Lord from the village 5 years ago at the age of 19 Gromel needed little encouragement to enter the master's service. His ayrian good looks had always made him popular with the local village girls and he had always capitalised on this, never without female company for long.

Little did the Dark Lord realise when he had taken this fresh faced youth from the village the dark heart that beat beneath that angelic exterior. His strong will and uncontrollable sexual desires quickly endeared him to the Dark Lord. Enjoying the favour of the Dark Lord and his mistress he has become arrogant and cruel. He is reknowned for taking particular pleasure in forcing himself on women and for this reason the female servants all live in fear of his attentions.

As the master's most trusted attendant, the honor is his to lead the hunting raids into the village to collect girls to satisfy the perverse tastes of his master. He has always taken great pleasure in finding the master the most innocent of girls. Enjoying watching their bodies used by the master to satisfy his dark lusts, getting a perverse rush from seeing their spirits broken before his eyes. Often he is allowed to use them for his own personal pleasure when the master is finished with them.

 

[MollySchtupp]

*In Lord Master Lucian Chadvar private domain*

Mistress Lilliarian:

As the wind gust increased outside the castle walls and the silk red curtains of Masters bedroom flew up like fire around the large gothic windows, Master Lucian paced. His large daunting form casting a shadow on the stone floor. To look at him he was of man, but his shadow cast the form of the beast.

I stood near the large open fire that crackled and hissed. The fire place was huge and took stumps of wood the size of barrels. The glow of the fire shown through my tight black lace attire.

"You are restless Master. May I have Cosaki fetch you some wine?"

He turns, his black cape swooping around his muscular frame. He looks at me and puts his hand out. He wears a blood red ring set in silver on one hand, and a jewel crusted spider ring on the other.

I move towards him. The room is dark aside from the glow of the fire and two candles that drip wax over the table on the far side of the huge room.

As I approach him I know what he wants. He is not thirsty, or hungry. He does not want sex or anything but respect from me which I give him without question. I kneel before him and kiss his hand. He pulls it away and I stand and watch him.

He is excited. Nervous. He turns his back as he stands near his bed looking at the huge oil painting that adorns his wall. It is a painting of his parents. They haunt him, but yet he has hung it in his bedroom where he must look upon their faces every night and every morning. He doesn't turn but puts his hand up for me to leave. He wants to be alone and I will grant him that. I will grant him anything.

"Yes Master..." I say and turn to leave. I hear him let out a growl that sounds like the a yell from hell. He was unleashing his emotions and needed privacy for this. As I open one of the huge black steel studded wooden doors, he orders me to stop.

I do not turn around. He has not told me to. He simply informs me that 'she' is close.

"I know..." I say and continue to exit, leaving him.

'She' was a girl that haunted his dreams, his nightmares. A kindred spirit. A soul partner. A girl with a connection to him that I could never compete with. I knew that. Ever since he took me from the nearby village when I was 15 and trained me as his prize servant, I was aware of this 'girl'. The thought of her filled his mind. Her very exsistance toyed with his emotions.

As I began to walk down huge long staircase holding a flickering candle for light, I thought over and over to myself. Where ever this girl was, and the Master believed her close, Gromel and Hadash must find her. They had a huge mission before them and must be successful. The Master trusted them with his life and they were the best hunters in all of the land, but finding this girl may not be easy. Master believed her to be a 'traveller'. A 'travellor' was normally a gypsy. There were plenty in these parts.

I got to the bottom of the staircase and made my way to the great room where I would wait, patiently, until he called me again. I would wait.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

I hear him let out a growl that sounds like the a yell from hell.

~ She was about to step into the Inn, the heavy wooden door was right before her, when she heard it. The sound was like the unleashing of the hounds of hell.. primal, vicious, tearing into her mind. Her golden hued eyes widened, seeming to brighten before suddenly going dim.. she had to silence her own scream that almost tore from her throat, her body falling back against the stone wall that bordered the door that led into the relative safety of the Inn...

She shuddered, convulsed, as the howl seemed to echo deeply in her mind. A moment later, a mere breath, and it was gone.. silence encompassing her.

She had collasped to the ground, against that wall, and it was there that she lay, panting.. scared, confused. She let many minutes pass, before she could finally get her body to stop quivering, and she could get to her feet.. She tries to shake off whatever had just happened, unsuccessfully.. what was that horrible, wicked sound?? And why did it seem to rip into her mind? Had anyone else heard it?

Slowly pushes open the door and enters the Inn.. stepping into the warmth. The Inn was sparsely populated this night, and none of the gathered seem to have heard, or were showing a reaction to, that howl that she herself had expierenced... ~

 

[sexyshiela]

Prilletta -

As I stand in the kitchen, a roar like an angry lion echos through the castle. I drop the sweet potato I am peeling, but Cosaki does not move an inch. I should be used to that noise. It was the Master. He was restless.

I pick up the potato and put it and the knife down.

"I'll be back soon" I say to Cosaki, wiping my hands on a cloth near by and leaving the kitchen. If the Master was roaring like that, Mistress Lilliania must not be in his presence anymore. I must see if she needs anything.

I make my way across the huge entry room. Past the marble table that stands in the middle of the room with a brass sculpture of a lion attacking a fawn. I see a shadow moving in the great room and walk to the door. It's Mistress Lilliana and she is pacing. She is so beautiful. Her long shapely figure adorned with lace so fine it looked like spider web, hugged her gorgeous shape. Her long flowing black hair moved like waves in the sea as she walked so gracefully back and fourth in front of the fire place, the fire silhouetting her stunning shape.

"Mistress?"

She turns and looks at me. Her eyes make me shiver.

"Can I get you a wine Mistress?" I ask, bowing before her. She moves towards me, lifts my chin and runs her finger down the front of my body causing my nipples to harden. Her nails are long and painted black like the night. She smiles and nods. I bow as she steps away and returns to pacing. I turn and go to the kitchen. I desire her attention and to be around her fills me with pleasure. I will get her a wine and perhaps she may wish my company for longer.

 

[sexyshiela]

OOC- bump for hopefully Midnight's Lair to post soon! I can't wait!!!!!!

 

[MidnightsLair]

Lucian sits in his throne room. Standing before him is Gromel his most trusted attendant, faithfully waiting for the order to travel into the village to seek fresh blood to slake his masters unnatural desires.

"Gromel, are you ready to do my bidding?"

Gromel bows his head to signify his obediance to his dark master.

"Very well, your task for tonight is to travel into the village and seek out those maidens whose spirit matches their beauty. Bring before me those who fufill my needs and you will be rewarded with being allowed to watch as I break their spirit. It will be your honor as my most trusted attendant to watch as I defile and use their bodies, bending them to my will and making them my servants. Go now and fullfill this task"

Lucian dismisses Gromel from his presence with a wave of his hand. A twisted smile forms on his face as he thinks about what awaits those who will be brought before him. Once it was enough to simply take them against their will but now his desires ran so much deeper, he had to own them body and soul to make them his play things to satisfy every desire. Soon they would discover their true natures as only he could show them.

 

[MollySchtupp]

OCC: Nice to see you back Midnight!

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

((Yes... it is very nice to see You again Midnight... ))

~ Once she was in the flickering firelight of the Inn and Tavern.. she felt a little better, even tho she was still spooked about that chilling sound that she had heard.

Lately it seemed she had been besieged by dreams, nightmares, visions, voices, hauntings. Tia attributed them to memories of family, home, her Father, all of which were lost to her now. All of which were part of her past. How she longed to be the carefree girl she once was.

A glance given to the leering Barkeep, the man was always staring at her, and even tho Tia was used to it, she could not help the prickly feelings of creepiness that just seemed to ooze from the man's eyes and right onto her skin. But she manages that false smile, that usually appeased the man, at least for the moment.

The Tavern/Inn was bustling this night, perhaps because of the icey fingers that danced in the air, or the darkness that blanketed the village in the abscence of the moon this night. There were whisperings, utterings, the Dark Lord, His evil, the Nanny.. all of which Tia ignored. She had to dance and serve this night, the last thing she needed was to let herself feel the fear that seemed to permeate the room...

Little did she know of the hunting that was about to begin, the Servent sent on a task from His Lord, for virginal flesh, to satisfy the appetite of the evil One. Little did she know that perhaps... the hunt was on for..... her ~