Legend (PM me if interrested to join)

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(Looking for a female to play the girl Rhiannon. May also be interrested in takers for the roles of Moiraine and Golgoth. PM me if interrested.)


For fourty years Culain had been withdrawn from the world. Hidden in the vale of shadows, deep in the forest. He was a shell of his former self but actually enjoyed the aging process. The joy and tragedies of his past was behind him now. He had found peace in the small cabin. He was close to fifty years old now and looked forward to each added year with satisfaction. He still trained with his twin silver blades each day and kept his body in perfect shape. Not much because he needed to but because old habits die hard.

Culain, once known as the best swordsman alive. Some of his peers even claimed he was the best swordsman that ever lived. That title was now Golgoth's. Golgoth, the immortal lover of the demon queen Moiraine herself.

Whenever Culain thought of her he still felt the longing and sadness in his heart. They had all changed. Being immortal was the surest way for corruption to creep into the soul. Being immortal and a queen, with ultimate power and no consequences for your action was a growing ground for evil.

Culain stood up from the table where he had finished his meal and went outside the cabin. The sun was setting and it grew increasingly dark. Something was not right. He sighed and went inside and took up his belt with the two silver swords in the scabbard. He attached the belt to his waist and walked out again just to find a young woman kneeling just outside the door. She was beautiful and her grey shirt was stained with blood. Culain examined her closer. She was exhausted and her eyes was closed.

Culain resigned to the fate that brought her to his door step and lifted her up with ease. He brought her inside and placed her on his bed and sat down to wait. It did not take long until he heard foot steps outside.

With no haste he rose to meet the intruders. There was only two of them and they where armed with swords.

They smiled when they saw him standing in the doorway. They saw an older man with beginning silver streak in his black hair.

Culain smiled back.

"We look for a girl. Did she come this way old timer." The man to the left asked.

Culain smiled as he noticed their hands on their sword hilts.

"She are resting." He simply said.

"Bring her out then or suffer the wraith of the demon queen." The man snarled.

Culain did not reveal the shock the words brought him. He simply smiled.

"Come and take her then and bring the demons with you whore sons." He said softly as he drew his swords. Feeling the adrenaline rush he hadn't felt for fourty years.
 
Rhiannon

I want to thank you Predator for the allowing me to join.

Rhiannon


She had been running for what had seemed to her like days. Her head ached, her body ragged, she never stopped. She ran from castle and had not looked back.

She had been inside the castle dungeon since she was six. Now, at 18 her powers had come in bloom as well as other parts of her body. She had seen the demon queen taking over and ruling the lands in terror and torrment. She also saw the attempt to take her life.

Rhiannon had lived in solitude most her life, allowing for what little contact she had each day with the demon queen. She was used for hard labor, slave labor and for what use the queen could surmise from her visions. She was a seer. She could see the future, the past, she could tell you what you had for breakfast.

That was not, however, just the only reason for her attempted killing. Rhiannon was beautiful. Her brown hair flowed over her alabaster skin as she stood in the depths of the dungeon, covered in gray cloth much as a prisoner would be clothed. She received partial rations of food and water and was allowed a bath two times a week. She was soft spoken. But her temper flared as was the case this day.

She spotted the small cabin as she came over the rise. Tumbling with speed, she hit the ground and rolled to the steps. Inching, she made it to the door and slammed her hand on the door. The world went dark to her then.
 
Demon Queen Moiraine

“You incompetent FOOLS!” she roared with fury making the men cower. “Find her or I will eat your children as you watch!”

Her advisor cringed and babbled incoherently to try to sooth her blinding rage. Meanwhile, the head of the guard begged for mercy and for the lives of his offspring. Her hand shot out to silence them, but the appearance of the flesh over her fingers made her quiet. Before her eyes, the skin was aging. She could see the wrinkles and the age spots spreading over her hand like water washing away her beauty. She needed that little bitch. She needed to get her back, NOW. His voice brought her attention back to the morons under her command.

“We already have all the men we can spare searching for her, your Highness” he cried in an almost feminine manner.

“No time,” she hissed. “You, bring me his oldest unmarried daughter and prepare her for me. The girl best not be a whore. You, find the girl or I will kill every member of your family, then your friends and then your neighbors. Your suicide will not slow me so best off to find my prize.”

The head of the guard paled taking in her words. Quickly, the advisor tried to slip from the room to gather the other man’s child.

“And Delphius, do bring your male lovers as well. I shall castrate him for your sins.”

She clapped her hands together to dismiss them both. Her long red hair seemed to come alive with the evil deeds that danced in her head. Glowing like acid, her green eyes turned to look out the sole window in the room. Her satin dress crunched as she bent to look out. Somewhere, in her kingdom, her prize hid. Such sweet priceless power to restore her. To make her that she once was. And for that, she would stop at nothing. Her hands shook with fury at the guards mistake.
 
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