fractured fate - closed for cnuveau

[erininstant]

The Commander stood waiting by the large, wooden double doors, his Templar armor polished and shined by his squire, yet still bearing the dents and scratches of lifelong battle. His shoulder-length hair betrayed his struggles over the years, with light strands of silver sprouting about his temples, and the same silvery hair sprinkled throughout his beard. But bright eyes and broad shoulders carried him like the Commander he was; respected, revered, and a bit feared. The way he liked it.

Around him, Templars and mages alike were milling about in the greeting room, lighting candles or dusting carpets, eager to mark the arrival of the new High Mages. Each new High Mage had been handpicked by the Commander himself, every single one useful in their own way, whether it be tending to the garden throughout the frost or chaperoning the green mages during training. And each High Mage had taken their oath to use their magic to serve mankind, not rule them.

But one High Mage was particularly special. The Commander had only laid eyes on her once, years ago in a tower that was far from his, but all it took was that one glance to burn her figure into the blackness behind his eyes. Now she was on her way here, to his island, to his tower, to serve under his watchful eye. All at his command.

"Ser? They approach!"

The Commander nodded to his Captain, then cast his eyes over those in the greeting room. A hush immediately fell, and once he was satisfied that it would remain, he jerked a chin at his Captain.

"Open the doors."

A simple command, but that's all that was needed. The doors to the tower groaned and creaked, then slowly slid inward to beckon the mages inside.

 

[cnuveau]

Irina looked down at the fresh markings that covered her arm. The vibrant colors of the vine that crept her skin seemed beautiful but she knew that beauty wasn't it's purpose. It was all part of the gathering that she'd been able to avoid for years while the other mages were seized one by one and whisked away. Now, as the ship approached the shoreline and the large wooden doors that marked her next and perhaps final destination, she was going to be thrust into the world she'd avoided for so long. Across from her on the deck of the ship were others, each with the fresh markings that she bore and each with a similar look of dread on their face.

Across the deck a couple stood close to one another taking in the first sights of their new home. "It's going to be ok. Trust me." William said, clutching the trembling hand of his wife who stood beside him. When the two were captured he pleaded that they be allowed to stay together, promising whatever was needed to assure that they were. To him, living without her was unthinkable so whatever fate this island held for them was tolerable as long as they were together. His raced as they were lead, one by one, down the gangway and towards the large wooden doors that had slowly creaked open for them.

Irina dressed in her sheer, flowing gown stepped onto the solid ground with her shoulders pressed back and her head held high. She was determined to not be broken by any of this. Their potions might have stripped her of her magic and their chains bound her but they could not possess her spirit. It was the one thing that she would cling to until her final breath regardless of what was in store for her.

 

[erininstant]

There she was; same dark hair but longer. Same olive-tinged skin, but this time inked with magical warding spells to keep her in her place. She was an elf, a rarity on this island, in this tower. And of the magic users, elves had always been the most powerful, and most dangerous. Their magics were coveted by many, tamed by few, and feared by all. Yet she wasn't brought here to simply be part of the tower. She was brought here to be his.



The thought both excited and enraged the Commander. To have finally captured such an elusive prize and to have her within his grasp... He felt the blood rush down through his neck and into his cock, and he shifted against the twitching in his armor. And yet, he knew that her being so close was a temptation that pushed him to break his oaths. Her sheer gown displayed round breasts and curves down her hips that ached of sin and wickedness in the eyes of the gods. And for that, she would be punished. She would be punished until she was worthy.



She came accompanied by other mages, one in particular who was a scowl-wearing man standing quite close to the elf. The Commander stepped forward and put an arm between the elf and her man-mage, pushing the man away towards the Templars.



"There is no fraternizing with the mages of the other sex."



His voice was cold, and loud, a stern warning that echoed off of the stone walls. The Commander held his gaze on the man-mage a moment more before he turned again towards the elf. He towered over her by at least a head, and his broad shoulders dwarfed her slim body. The Commander reached out a finger and put it under her chin, forcing the mage to look up at him. His eyes trailed down her body, lingering a bit too long on her nipples, so coyly covered by the sheer fabric. The Commander pulled his finger away quickly, then looked to his Captain.



"Bring her to my office."



It was a quick order, with no room for protest for anyone. He then addressed the rest of the room, mages and Templars alike:



"The rest of you, find your quarters. Prepare for the welcoming ceremony tonight. It is the last fun you will have for quite some time."



And with that, the Commander turned down the hallway towards his office. He knew he would get there before her; his guess was that she would bitch and moan until the Templars had to drag her. Or maybe she would accept her fate and go easily with them, though somehow the Commander doubted that. In fact, he hoped the first part was true. He always enjoyed a good fight.



Once inside his office, he shut the door behind him, waiting for the arrival.

 

[cnuveau]

Irina could feel the eyes of each of the templar's on her and it made her stomach turn to think just how one display she was for them. Though she was powerless at the moment she knew it was only a matter of time before she'd free herself of whatever stripped her power and punish each of them mercilessly for all of this. When the leader stood in front of her Irina stood defiant as he tipped her gaze to meet his and she looked into his cold eyes with disgust.

In any other circumstance she would have brought the hulking man to his knees before her. His gaze traveling over her body sent an icy chill through her and she could see the lust in his eyes. It was the same lust she'd seen since her capture though none had acted on it... yet. When he instructed that she was to be brought to his office there was little doubt that was about to change. Irina swallowed hard as she watched the large man stride away, his gate confident as his long hair brushed across his powerful shoulders.

It was the cold hand of the templar on her arm that startled Irina back into the moment. "Get your hands off me." she spat out as she jerked away from his grasp.

"I'll put my hands wherever I'd like." he replied has he quickly moved behind her and wrapped his thick arm around her neck, seizing her to his chest. "And I think you're going to like it." A cold sneer stretched across his lips as his free hand roamed drifted down her bare arm to her breast.

Irina fought against his grip, struggling to free herself as the other mages looked on as they scurried by. "You'll be the first I kill." Irina hissed as he flung her head back catching the man in his jaw causing him to briefly howl.

"The commander said his office." One of the other men called out sternly.

"Don't think this is over. You and I are going to have some fun." the templar growled before pushing Irina down the hall and toward the commander's office.

When they arrived the templar shoved Irina into the office causing her to stumble until she was able to brace herself against the large wooden desk. Fear heightening her every sense, she straightened herself with a defiant stare to mask it. "And what is it you want." she hissed as she stared at the large man with disdain.