intriguess
sexual catalyst
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Many things were possible in Krenka, for those who had the power. Those who did not lived rather simple lives eking a living from the land. Some prayed to be noticed, other prayed to NOT be noticed depending on the whims of the nearest overlord.
Miranda was gifted in magic and had apprenticed with a particularly savage man. She learned quickly how to block his adavnces, both physical and magical. When she was strong enough to leave, she did, managing to trap him in his castle as she did so. The locals considered her a hero, and she travelled far to leave them behind as well.
Being from a humble family and having to fight so hard to survive she was something of a humanitarian, a strange thing for a magic user. She used her power to help others, and the resulting gratitude was unsettling. She finally settled into a home of her own. The locals insisted on maintaining and improving her house until it merged with the town and became castle like.
She had one tower that was hers alone, and had placed wards upon it to keep out the curious and well intentioned townspeople. She had discovered early on that without fear they would unintentionally endanger themselves trying to clean her rooms.
Every year on her birthday she held a grand celebration, with games of skill, and entertainers. It drew quite a crowd, but in truth she was seeking someone who could fear her power without fearing her. She had conjured lovers in the past, sometimes a young man who she merely wiped the memories of afterwards, more often a magically creature who could sate her lusts for an evening, though she was never truly satisfied.
Their was one young man in the village she could not summon, and he was among the contestants this year as were various knights, and other adventuring types.
Miranda strode out into the courtyard her long violet dress billowing out behind her, her dark bown hair captured in a long braid down her back, her pale skin standing in contrast to her hair and dress. She rose her voice above the crowd and intoned the usual greeting. The celebration was even grander this year, as this was the fifth annual gathering.
She smiled, waved her hands and a show of brilliant light danced across the sky. The fifth gathering had begun.
Miranda was gifted in magic and had apprenticed with a particularly savage man. She learned quickly how to block his adavnces, both physical and magical. When she was strong enough to leave, she did, managing to trap him in his castle as she did so. The locals considered her a hero, and she travelled far to leave them behind as well.
Being from a humble family and having to fight so hard to survive she was something of a humanitarian, a strange thing for a magic user. She used her power to help others, and the resulting gratitude was unsettling. She finally settled into a home of her own. The locals insisted on maintaining and improving her house until it merged with the town and became castle like.
She had one tower that was hers alone, and had placed wards upon it to keep out the curious and well intentioned townspeople. She had discovered early on that without fear they would unintentionally endanger themselves trying to clean her rooms.
Every year on her birthday she held a grand celebration, with games of skill, and entertainers. It drew quite a crowd, but in truth she was seeking someone who could fear her power without fearing her. She had conjured lovers in the past, sometimes a young man who she merely wiped the memories of afterwards, more often a magically creature who could sate her lusts for an evening, though she was never truly satisfied.
Their was one young man in the village she could not summon, and he was among the contestants this year as were various knights, and other adventuring types.
Miranda strode out into the courtyard her long violet dress billowing out behind her, her dark bown hair captured in a long braid down her back, her pale skin standing in contrast to her hair and dress. She rose her voice above the crowd and intoned the usual greeting. The celebration was even grander this year, as this was the fifth annual gathering.
She smiled, waved her hands and a show of brilliant light danced across the sky. The fifth gathering had begun.
