Lord and Lady [Open]
OOC: Hello there. As most of you can tell, I'm new here to Literotica. Im not much into those "Look at me I'm new!" threads so I figured I'd just jump right in and start off with a new SRP. I hope you all enjoy.
P.S. If Im breaking any rules, please dont hesitate to yell.
P.S.S. If you have any questions or comments for me or about this SRP please direct them to my inbox. Thank you.
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Prologue:
The world of Faewynd, a now dark dismal realm, was once a land of prosperity and light. However, war took hold here long ago. In all it's forms from the smallest of scuffles to the grand battles fought over years, war has been ever present in this land for nearly a millenia now. The landscape is scarred and battered from countless battles. Only a few kingdoms have survived the dark times...
The stronghold of Islandir is home to the race of humans. Once the majority of these lands, now a dwindling light in the darkness. This great castle is their only sanctuary. It's walls are nearly twenty stories high and forty feet thick of rock and mortar. Only one gate leads into the city, two great oak doors, enchantments of protection carved gracefully into them. A large steel gate stands infront of the doors, markings etched into it as well. A lone tower stands in the middle of this massive city, leading down into a castle of white marble. Ancient home of kings long passed and those that have yet to take the throne. Everything about Islandir is large, from the walls that protect it to the land it sits upon. The King is dying, noble families hide in their manors, and lone knights protect the borders. Could it be the end for mankind?
Deep in the forests of Faewynd live the Elves of Lyndia, a naturally "shy" race of creatures. Innocent as the moon in her caress of the night sky. These creatures are those of the night. The golden haired, light skinned elves of the past are long gone and evolution has granted these "Night Elves" the abilities to survive in a world wrought with violence and evil. Eyes that can see in the darness, even miles before them, skin as dark as twilight, and an uncanny knack for the bow and arrow. They live in their homes high in the safety of the trees with nothing but what the forest provides them. Currently they are being hunted for their silver blood, a rare commodity and very...very valuable.
The last race of creature that populate this world are the majority among Faewynd...Vampire. Like a disease, the vampires started as a small coven, but soon grew upon itself and grew and grew until there were, literally, thousands of covens that spanned from shore to shore. With the ability to assimilate any race into it's own, they have destroyed many a people. Although remarkably "blended", the vampires still maintain a central pure blood-line, of which, rules all clans and covens. With the extinction of the human race at hand, the vampires have but one other goal, extinguish all Night Elves and rid their blood from this world. You see, Elven blood is poison to a vampire...
The land of Faewynd welcomes you, but a warning must be mentioned. Do not linger in any one place for too long. Doing so will bring about more trouble than any one being can handle. Be weary and be wise. Safe travels to you...
Enter Xell Errison:
He was well on his way to becoming the next king of Islandir, and the whole of men in general. His father was slowly dying and his brothers had all but been slain by the vampire hordes. His father's warmongering had doomed his people and he wasnt looking to make the same mistake.
His caravan progressed along the winding dirt road. They traveled during day time as was the only option for his kind. Night was out of the question for quite obvious reasons. He had already been attacked once during the early evening yesterday.
He had about ten or so miles to go before the white tower of Ilsandir would show, giving him some hope of sleeping in his own bed again. He was returning from another defeat, yet another battle lost. Seemed his father would never learn. The vampires outnumbered them 100 to 1. He, and his dozen guards were all that survived the onslaught...
Hmm...I wonder if father was able to get any other girls?
He leaned his head back on the plush cushion of his carriage, a deep sigh escaping his lips. The young girl on her knees before him was doing a wonderful job at distracting him from thinking too seriously. He rested his large hand atop her head, curing his fingers in her hair. He wasnt a violent man, but at times...difficult times, everyone needs a release.
He yanked her head back, letting his shaft slide out as he tensed suddenly, gritting his teeth, and exploding all over the poor girl. His thick seed dripped down from her chin, hitting the carpet softly. He released her from his grip and sighed again, grinning to himself as she lay against his naked legs, licking at his manhood.
Life on the road...ahhh...
OOC: Hello there. As most of you can tell, I'm new here to Literotica. Im not much into those "Look at me I'm new!" threads so I figured I'd just jump right in and start off with a new SRP. I hope you all enjoy.
P.S. If Im breaking any rules, please dont hesitate to yell.
P.S.S. If you have any questions or comments for me or about this SRP please direct them to my inbox. Thank you.
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IC:
Prologue:
The world of Faewynd, a now dark dismal realm, was once a land of prosperity and light. However, war took hold here long ago. In all it's forms from the smallest of scuffles to the grand battles fought over years, war has been ever present in this land for nearly a millenia now. The landscape is scarred and battered from countless battles. Only a few kingdoms have survived the dark times...
The stronghold of Islandir is home to the race of humans. Once the majority of these lands, now a dwindling light in the darkness. This great castle is their only sanctuary. It's walls are nearly twenty stories high and forty feet thick of rock and mortar. Only one gate leads into the city, two great oak doors, enchantments of protection carved gracefully into them. A large steel gate stands infront of the doors, markings etched into it as well. A lone tower stands in the middle of this massive city, leading down into a castle of white marble. Ancient home of kings long passed and those that have yet to take the throne. Everything about Islandir is large, from the walls that protect it to the land it sits upon. The King is dying, noble families hide in their manors, and lone knights protect the borders. Could it be the end for mankind?
Deep in the forests of Faewynd live the Elves of Lyndia, a naturally "shy" race of creatures. Innocent as the moon in her caress of the night sky. These creatures are those of the night. The golden haired, light skinned elves of the past are long gone and evolution has granted these "Night Elves" the abilities to survive in a world wrought with violence and evil. Eyes that can see in the darness, even miles before them, skin as dark as twilight, and an uncanny knack for the bow and arrow. They live in their homes high in the safety of the trees with nothing but what the forest provides them. Currently they are being hunted for their silver blood, a rare commodity and very...very valuable.
The last race of creature that populate this world are the majority among Faewynd...Vampire. Like a disease, the vampires started as a small coven, but soon grew upon itself and grew and grew until there were, literally, thousands of covens that spanned from shore to shore. With the ability to assimilate any race into it's own, they have destroyed many a people. Although remarkably "blended", the vampires still maintain a central pure blood-line, of which, rules all clans and covens. With the extinction of the human race at hand, the vampires have but one other goal, extinguish all Night Elves and rid their blood from this world. You see, Elven blood is poison to a vampire...
The land of Faewynd welcomes you, but a warning must be mentioned. Do not linger in any one place for too long. Doing so will bring about more trouble than any one being can handle. Be weary and be wise. Safe travels to you...
Enter Xell Errison:
He was well on his way to becoming the next king of Islandir, and the whole of men in general. His father was slowly dying and his brothers had all but been slain by the vampire hordes. His father's warmongering had doomed his people and he wasnt looking to make the same mistake.
His caravan progressed along the winding dirt road. They traveled during day time as was the only option for his kind. Night was out of the question for quite obvious reasons. He had already been attacked once during the early evening yesterday.
He had about ten or so miles to go before the white tower of Ilsandir would show, giving him some hope of sleeping in his own bed again. He was returning from another defeat, yet another battle lost. Seemed his father would never learn. The vampires outnumbered them 100 to 1. He, and his dozen guards were all that survived the onslaught...
Hmm...I wonder if father was able to get any other girls?
He leaned his head back on the plush cushion of his carriage, a deep sigh escaping his lips. The young girl on her knees before him was doing a wonderful job at distracting him from thinking too seriously. He rested his large hand atop her head, curing his fingers in her hair. He wasnt a violent man, but at times...difficult times, everyone needs a release.
He yanked her head back, letting his shaft slide out as he tensed suddenly, gritting his teeth, and exploding all over the poor girl. His thick seed dripped down from her chin, hitting the carpet softly. He released her from his grip and sighed again, grinning to himself as she lay against his naked legs, licking at his manhood.
Life on the road...ahhh...
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