Kingdom Come

[Guest]

OOC: This story is set back in roughly the 15th or 16th Century Ireland, though I am not specifying year. I am merely choosing an era to set the mood. This story is to be D/s in nature, for the most part, but there is no firm structure to follow. I would like there to be a Dominant Lord of the castle as the main male role. (And, preferably that the RPer for this character to have a personal interest in D/s to carry out the role better.) He can have a Lady of the castle as well, but I would prefer for her to not be Dominant in nature, though not submissive to Him. If there is a female RPer who knows of Pagan/Ancient Celtic beliefs, then the role of Brighid can be active through this story. My role will be one of the servant girls (daughter to the former King who's throne was overthrown). (If any male RPer would like to take the role of my character's father, the former King, that is fine too.) Any and all other characters that would fit into this Medieval world are invited. I just ask that you somehow introduce them into the story in a manner that flows with the whole. Thank you and happy RPing!


IC:
The sound of rain falling against the side of the stone wall was the only comfort, no matter how minute, Jezel had. To be trapped, as a prisoner, in her father's own castle, her home, was unheard of! She'd given up pacing long ago, and resorted to one of the straw stuffed lumps that passed for one of the many beds in the grand prison. She stared up into the sky, through the small barred window just inches from the stone ceiling, and prayed to the Goddess Brighid for strength. Her knees were tucked up to her chin, her arms wrapped around her legs for support. She was rocking slightly. Her lips moved as she voiced the silent prayers.

Off in the distance her father, the former King, watched her. A look of concern and worry quickly filled his face. She's going to crack, he thought. He felt he should do something to comfort her, to console her, but he didn't know what. She had long since stopped being a child when her mother died just before puberty, and now she had years of womanhood's wisdom on her shoulders. She was no longer daddy's little Princess. Yet, the King couldn't help but feel the need to protect his "little girl".

He took a step toward his daughter, making his way though the mass of about half his Kingdom thrown into the prison together, but was quickly cut off when the heavy door to the dungeon was opened. The mass stared in the direction of the door. The mass, all but one, that is. Jezel remained fixated to the heavens, praying for guidance.


OOC: I ended my part of the story to leave it open to anyone who wishes to take any role next. (Be it the father, the new Lord of the castle, any of His guard, any other person in the prison, or even Brighid.)

 

[cgraven]

Conn the Hundred Fighter

Conn of the Hundred Fighter had become Eire's high king and a curler man had never walks that blessed isle. He was darkly handsome with the pricing golden hazel eyes of a bird of prey. He could hold his victim in that deadly gaze riveted in fear until he chose to strike. His war of conquest was going well. Cumhal MacTredhorn castle had fallen to him and Cumhal and his daughter Jezel lay as prisoners in their own dungeon. Con called his gallowglass to him and decided to pay a visit to his special guests.

AS Con entered the dungeons all eyes where fixed on him except Jezel who remained fixated eyes raised to the heavens. Con ordered his guards to stock the forage and bring it to fiery life. The flames reflected off his scared arms and face. They where the scares of battle won and lost. Con knew that he must break the will of this his new lands and the best way to do that was to break what was left of the royal family. The old king he would leave with a broken mind, a babbling fool. The girl Jezel he would humiliate, break her will, and make her his plaything to live in her own private hell with him as her demon master.

Con ordered his guard to bring him his royal guests. They moved swiftly for they knew better than to upset their master. They sized the old king and his daughter dragging them from the cells. With well-practiced motions they chained the king to the wall. Jezel they through at their masters feet. Con could see the fear in the girl's eyes as he towered over her. Without even a second glance he made a motion with his hand and the guards dragged her to an anvil and laid her delicate neck upon it. Con smiled down at Jezel. "I have a little present for you be fitting your new station.

The smith approached Jezel with the iron collar of a slave and placed it around her neck. As he placed the red hot rivet in its' hole Jezel could feel its' searing heat against her flawless skin. Sparks singed her hair, as the collar was riveted shut. Again the girl was on the ground at Con's feet.

'Now my dear I want to inspect my property. STRIP". Con saw the defiance in Jezels eyes. He snapped his fingers and a guard placed the point of his dagger just below her fathers' right eye.


OOC: Send a discription of Jezel.

 

[Deathstalker]

Phire crouched bored in the nich in the wall in the throne room. Being a guard here was not terrible exciting. She knew her job keep the servants inline and defend them from outsiders. She smiled as she watched people move below her. Few knew what she looked like but all feared her.
Phire watched as the new king sent for the old kings daughter. New king old king, she didn't care aslong as they left her to her job. She looked out a window. Night would be here soon. Soon she would go to the holy place.
Phire was of the old ways. She would do what she wanted when she wanted unless the king commanded it. Sex was just that sex. Yet she knew the new king knew, as the old had know, the Order of the Wolfs were wild. To try to tame one was to ask to die. They did what they wanted only bending if they wished.

 

[cgraven]

Con

"Phire, Phire where are you." Con bellows at the top of his lungs.

Phire a member of the Order of the Wolfs. Yes they were wild but so where the hound that now lay at his feet and come at his beck and call to do his biding.


"Phire, Phire where in the name of Arwar are you."

 

[Deathstalker]

Phire growled softly. Damn him. The time wass growing short. Phire lept from the alcove and stalked toward Conn. The servants ran and fled from her as she stalked closer to him. The hound at his feet looked up and took off for the kitchens at the sight of her. Her wolf lay against the far wall , rasied his head and moved toward her.
She stood behind Conn waiting for him to turn around. As she waited she watched the guards slip from the room. Fear was something she understood. This new king had much to learn. Smiling she thought of how fun it would to watch him learn and teach him a few new tricks.
"You called? " She asked arms crossed.

 

[cgraven]

Con

Con was aware of her approach. He was a seasoned warrior. You didn't stay alive long in battle without a sixth sense. Phire was a proud young wolf pup. Probably just boned with the young wolf that traveled with her.

Con could almost hear the thoughts in her mind. Thought of how fun it would to watch him learn and teach him a few new tricks.

Yes she had spirit to, but to sure of herself and her wolf. Would he have to teach her that you never worry about the wolf you see, but the one you don't


"Phire! By Arwar where were you?"

 

[cgraven]

OOC: Sorry I'll be away until Friday. Must make money to support some of my vices

cgraven

 

[Roland Gilliad]

ooc: Then can I join? I can do anything really. Im just looking for fun threads and this looks gooooooooood.