Of Blood and Chains....

[Roland Gilliad]

*Throughout the night at the Dark precapices of Ebony Tower, screams of pain and screaming questions rattled through the night...Many of the milling servents below winced....The Leader of the Rebellion had been captured..a Great show of him as he was paraded to the castle where he would be tortured and relentlessly questioned...Until he finally cracked and gave up his secrets, but they hoped he would be strong..and hold out till death....The Slap of the Bastinado against his foot almost made him cry out in the pain...but he bit his tounge...glaring so feircly at the man that he quailed from the sight...his gaze shifted to an approaching person..whom he seemed to know all too well...*

You'll never get away with it....Empress...

*The Slap echoed throughout the hollowed room...an imposing..shadowy female figure...lush and full stood before the man bathed in the concentrated lights...their strength heightened by the many ornate mirrors all around him...He was sweating profusely and the stink was palapable. But however bad it was, it seemed to only be bad for him...he growled softly...somthing very very rude beneath his breath...and a mumbled threat...a high cold laugh met him..*

YOU? Kill Me? I highly doubt that. You are in no position to make threats you fool...dont you see? You've lost. And so very soon, I will rule all.

*The man chuckled...His head was bleeding..split open by the beatings.........and he smiled*

I doubt that you psychopathic whore.

*The snap of metal was audible as he launched himself at the surprised woman who cried out*

THE PORTAL!!!!!

*She was not strong enough to stop a Battle hardened Warrior like him..and he shoved past her, dashing for the bluish light set before him..He had to go back..He had to -warn- them....She cried somthign inaudable to him..But he didnt stop running....the portal was closing....with his last resolve he hurled himself at the bluish hole..and he knew no more....*

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*Ten sunrises and Ten sunsets had passed scince the barely clothed and horribly beaten body of the strange young man had been found....He was taken to the Royal Hospitals...where the best healing Wizards and Wisemen had overseen his recovery....and he was nearly better...The year was 1056 AU, The XXXI'st king of Renoia Reigns. It was over five hundred years into the past of the warriors life..and no one knew. The Seer's were called in..But they could find nothing...Only very vague visons...He became an object of furitive curiousity..both for his handsome face..as well as the single curious scar that adorned it....it slashed across his left cheek then curved sharply upwards across his eye..But his vision, said the medics, was perfect..he had been extremely lucky. To be alive too..They had brought him back from the very threshold of death....It was odd too...There was somthing.....strange about him*


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*Finally the man woke...Alone in the Medics Room, as it had been commanded he would be allowed rest...he sat up with a wince..and looked wide eyed around him...Where...no..WHEN was he!?!*

(This is an Open Roleplay, Which will have Lots of Different Erotic Elements, It can go absolutely anywhere and to any extreme. But if it goes too far, it gets taken to a Instant messanger, I hope people will join.)

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Blood trickled down her chin, with a gleam in her eyes like a recently-fed vampire. The split lip served as a stinging reminder of him, but it was a small price to pay. A small price to pay indeed to have the Leader of the Rebellion in her grasps.

She had smelled the fear on him. He could have…would have…been broken, if only there had been enough time. Time. Time. Always time. And seemingly always working against her.

A silver hourglass stood in the corner, the sand pouring through it with an audible slither as black as the Ebony Tower itself. A constant reminder of her only intangible enemy. The only enemy that sent pinpricks of the beginning of fear through her. Fear. An emotion she had never truly experienced.

He had escaped. No. Not escaped. No one, except perhaps the grains of time, could escape HER clutches, she reasoned to herself. She had let him go. That was it. A hunt. A sporting proposition. One last foray into the twisted world of the rebellious fools before resigning them to THE life.

They didn’t have a choice about their lives. They were, after all, HER people. She was not the Empress for naught. They were her children. To be nurtured and directed. And punished.

Yes, punished.

She ruled through the principles of negative reinforcement. When you do something “bad” – if there was such a clear-cut line between good and evil in these days – you were reprimanded. Taught to never let it happen again.

But he was gone. Her EXAMPLE. He would have been perfect. A pity, really. She doubted he would return here. Alive, anyways. And a dead example was no good. None of the impact. Oh, the crowds would talk…but it would be nothing like the hysteria of seeing their revered leader’s soul leave his body and his eyes – beautiful eyes – haze over like the mists that plagued the North Wihdom Moors.

She laughed aloud at the thought of the Moors. Her first sacrifice, one of the thousand virgins she had taken at the alter to ensure her leadership, had been on the rolling black grasses of those Moors. Bittersweet memories.

But, no. This was not the time for reflection. Again, that horrible creature called time imparted itself upon her. No. No. She had to concentrate. It would not distract her.

He had left. The portal. Where he went, she would follow. It was simple, really. A chase. Ah, yes. Her sporting proposition.

Finally a prey worthy of its predator.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

ooc; So the hero and the Villian are set! EXCELLENT!! and we have such a grand villian, not a soul better for the job. *grins at Jorja*

I Do hope that now that we have such a masterful one we will get more...there are so many other possible roles....Make it up!! None of this is too concrete, but I Dont want any gods either okay?


IC:

Please sir you must rest!!

*The attendants had clearly thought this young man with the surprisingly nubile and beautiful voice was quite distressed..he fidgeted and resigned to the fact that they wouldnt let him go*

At least give me news of the world! What year is it?! what day is it!? Who reigns upon the throne!?

*The servents dutifiully rattled off the information..and his jaw dropped in surprise...so it had worked..ah HA!!! Owyn That little genius had DONE IT! It was far enough back! He could keep it from happening!!! But he had to move quickly. Paradox and time worked against him here...He thankfully knew enough that his great ancestors hadnt come here till the reign of the XXXIII'rd king..so he was safe himself. But would -she- follow?.....yes. She would. She would follow him to the ends, But she was travelling from her well traversed realms into unfamiliar territory. He had to take the advantages there...She wouldnt be able to make it inside of here, this was a Royal Medical Facility! And so he delighted in the company of the shy maiden who had appeared, blushing at his bedside...he would leave tomorrow, when his wounds were all healed...*

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*The next day...He stood in the front hall, much to the applause of the many healers who had worked day and night on him, He thanked everyone repetitively....and finally they released him, he gave a cheery peck on the cheek of the young maid and headed out into the grandest city in the world...Lianol, Capitol of Renioa, The Star of the Eastern Skies.*


*The City itself was shaped into a Giant Star, In the middle was the Commonground, A Fairground of sorts where one event or another was always taking place..today a great Tournament between some of the younger boys with wooden swords and fake Jousting was going on.....The five points, North, East, West, South east and South west, were named different things, Lisonate, Rudan, Kinia, Oilin and Goilin, Prespectively...in Lisonate, The Royal Palace, Huge, Grand and sweeping, took up most of the starpoint, and was surrounded by the waters of Lake Hawking, It seemed at times an Impenitrable Fortress, unable to be assaulted by land or sea, The Great Blue and Gold Banners with the Hawks Emblem on them flew from the Ramparts...and A great Silver sword, As high as the tallest tower stood poised, protected by old magicks, In the front courtyards....In Rudan, The Business Sector, Great Guildhouses of every shape, size and trade were lined up upon cobble stone streets..as Deals were struck in the Baazaar that inhabited this point...And foodstuffs bought, Soft cheerful banter and the sounds of Dickering rose over the clatter and bussle of some of the many inns here...The most famous of Which, THe Blushing Mermaid, Seemed to have other muffled noises coming from it, for those who knew it well, knew of its' secret goings on beneath it's floors....In Kinia, The Port District, a Great Harbor stood, Many ships, sloops and other such vessels stood in anchor and dry dock, being treated, loaded or unloaded with supplies and Crews hiring...Young men looking for a taste of adventure joined Seacrews as Cabin boys or Heavy Lifters...The Sailors Guildhall was a rampent noise of drunkeness, Heavy betting and Duels to the death....In Oilin, The Noble District, Great mansions were built...Each with it's Noble houses emblem upon it...Home to many fine families...and many disreputable ones, but all of them with a great deal of money...and finally, it's mirror image, Goilin, The Poor district, had every sort of raggidy filth imaginable...Vagabonds, Theives and gangs ruled this district, The Legendary Theives Guild had it's main hall here, though it's location was a secret...Seeded all over with various Drug houses, Brothels and slave trading posts, it was indeed a dangerous place, but the king knew such things were nessicary to keep a city balanced. It kept them out of the other districts at least....The guards of the city, Known Well as the White arrow, for the Harper blue Leather they wore, with the White streaking arrow across it, Were masters of the law. They could not be bribed or passed off, They were fighters of the highest order and very good people. To be hired as a Guard for the White arrow was considered a great honor. These districts were all surrounded by a Twenty foot high, solid Stone Wall, Battlements build every ten feet with archers, Miniature catapaults and Becon Fires. It was said when the city was in full alert, the fires illuminated the white walls to blind the enemies of this great capitol..There were Three Main Gates, Between the Noble and Poor districts, The poor and Harbor Districts, and The Noble and Business districts, The Entrance to the Palace district had a great heavy iron gate, locked by several means and ways and not all of them mundane, and one had to either be an impressive authority figure or have a devistating illness to be allowed onto the grounds...because here were the grand Royal Healer Halls. Some say the Pinnicle of the Kings achievements, supplying care to anyone in desperate need of it. Which was needed all too often. But for Now, This young man exited those palace walls and was awed by all around him....He did not know where to go*

Sir?

*The white arrow guard tapped him kindly on his shoulder*

Sir may I inquire your name so that we may have your papers drawn up?

*He nodded...and said quietly..*

....René. René Delacroix.

*The guard nodded* Very well sir, Enjoy the city!

*And with a cheerful tip of his helmet he went off to do his rounds and get this delightful young mans papers....and so now he did not know what to do next...so he decided he would go and Check out the city, while he was here at least...*

 

[Lyonhart42]

Lorin watches the newcomer as he walks the city.

"This one has, tourist written all over him" she mutters to herself "Easy money"

Lorin starts off after him, following him as he enters the market, waiting for her moment to strike...

 

[Roland Gilliad]

ooc; Hello Lyon..

*pokes the n00b**Poke*poke*poke*Poke*

Now that you have been thoroughly poked, I would like to ask for a description (It would be easier on me. ^_^() I stink without descriptions to go by) and prehaps a little more about the charicter? PM me if you can too.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

ooc; Just waiting for Jorja's next post..^_~ or anyone else..

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Without time for consideration, she plunged through the so-named Portal after the man who had dared to question her authority.

Opening her eyes again, she blinked rapidly. The broiling sun reflecting off the towering white walls and the silvery mirrored surface of the ocean itself were a far cry from the dim and flickering light of her lair. She felt uncomfortable in full view and with so many watchful and curious looks centered on her, the need to slink away from these commoners fell over her like a dark burial shroud.

I drew myself up to my full, imposing height, the crimson and ebony of my imperial garments strangely disconcerting in these dusty streets. Narrowing my eyes to reptilian-like slits, I searched the crowded stands of the merchants, until my gaze came to rest on one stall in particular.

The hut, roughly constructed out of mismatching bamboo poles, was covered in the loud colors of its owner’s favorite knight competing at the ongoing jousting competitions. Drawing me to it were the eclectic items, amongst them sundials and newfangled mechanical time-keeping devices.

Striding up to the old man, who gave me a crooked grin with what remained of his yellowing teeth, I snapped my fingers for his complete attention.

“Where is the Leader of the Rebellion?”

He looked at me with a stupid expression, muttering something about the outlaw of rebels, and launched into hawking his wares as if I were some other common street peasant. Slamming my hand down onto the wooden plank that formed the table, I hissed at him between clenched teeth.

“Do you defy me, fool? My hounds will feast on your entrails if you do not find a more civil tongue for your Empress.”

Picking up a small glass bauble and turning it over, examining it closely as it caught and refracted the light, I spoke in a dangerously quiet voice.

“Now speak to me of the Leader of the Rebellion and of his hideout.”

When still the merchant denied any knowledge of such events, I crushed the crystallized bubble in one hand, the shards of glass bursting into a blooming flower of red as they bit into my flesh.

Throwing down the mangled ornament with disgust, I swirled my robes about me, storming off from the imbecile’s storefront, staring down anyone who looked into my angry eyes.

He would pay for his conduct, and for not playing the game by my rules.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*The rolling sound of laughter came from about ten feet away.....He was more confidant, he was healed, well fed..and In much better shape...He wore a simple Tunic and Pants, and he had gotten a brand new sword...His eyes glinting as he Stepped out of the shadows from the shop*

Hello Empress......Or should I say former Empress?

*he chuckled, Buying an apple from a passing young child and tossing it up in his hand*

How was your Trip?

*He bit into it soundly..his voice rippled with amusement....A quick getaway was just behind him, so he could lose her again in the crowds..but for now, he'd leave her to think of what had happened.*

Take a look around you.....any of this seem familiar? The shops? The flags? The -happy faces-?

*He grinned softly, his eyes glinting*

Do you even realize where that portal led to..?

*he burst into laughter*

No..You dont...ah well. I think I'll leave you to find out yourself....We will meet again My friend...Ta Ta!

*And he ducked into the crowds..she could see him heading for one of the Inns, and laughing Jovially....*

(Okay Lyon, Post her/him whatever following him, and a description if you can mkay?)

 

[Lyonhart42]

OOC: Don't poke the newbe's! Actualy I'm only new to online roleplay I've been doing this for years offline

Lorin is on the shortish side with a compact build, with a dancers grace and the flexability of a gymnast. She has wavy sholder length black hair, and bright green eyes. She dresses in fairly nondescript pesant garb. As a card carrying member of the theves guild she make's a living of robery and pickpoketing. She's freindly and easy to get along with, for a thef...

IC: *Continueing to follow, trying to work myself closer to my target. I round a corner and can see my prey nowhere. I feel a hand grab my shoulder from behind, it seems the hunter has become the hunted* "Oh no"

 

[Roland Gilliad]

ooc: Yes but you're still an online n00b.

But it's good to know you've been roleplaying a while...You're playin with two of the best girl!! ^_~

Waiting on Jorja again

 

[Mistress Jorja]

I examined him with a sharp eye. Bold enough to approach me yet stupid enough to laugh in my face. He babbled nonsense in his arrogant tone, while I crossed my arms and listened…perhaps not patiently...but listened nonetheless.

“You believe yourself to be brilliant, don’t you? Do you honestly think I haven’t read my history books?”

Meticulously, I plucked the shards of glass from the palm of my hand, flicking them to the dusty streets.

“Finest scholars in the land… And I surpassed them with their meager lessons.”

Raising my wrist to my mouth, I pulled free a jagged scythe of blue glass, holding it daintily between my lips before spitting it also to the ground.

“You, on the other hand, need to be taught history. The true history. And perhaps refresh yourself on current events as well. Empress I am and Empress I will remain. But you, the fool, will slowly sift to the bottom of the food chain to be devoured by your own kind. I speak truths where you speak lies, little one.”

The intensity of his eyes burned as he gazed at me. He was strong to resist my carnal charms.

Strong…yes…

But the integrity of a single man is seldom enough to foil a woman’s plans.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*He roared with a laugh...Grinning at her*

Fool..If you dont realize the place. Prehaps the YEAR means somthing to you...or are you Empress of time as well??

*His tone belayed some amusement, as he waggled a finger at her as if she was an erring youngster..*

Ever heard of Occams Razor? That The Simplest awanser to a problem is inveriably the correct one?

How do you kill someone who has endless guards...secret powers and many skills? You dont. You kill their Decendants, Far before the person was even a dream.

*He spoke every word Simply and softly, his eyes dancing on the dangerous, to reveal his plot!*

You, my belated little witch, Are five hundred years in the past. You have none of your wealth, none of your power, and none of your Reputation.

*he gleed in it..heckfires!! He even enjoyed it. It was Even footing now...well, not Even footing. But he liked it that way...and even she would know he wasnt lying as he examined his hand as if he was facinated by it*

Oh and..by the way...There is no way back. Owyn made sure of that. This is a one way Trip..Pity you decided to come...or should I say, IM glad. Very glad.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

I took a step closer, snatching the apple from his grasp before he could respond to the swiftly feline movement.

“But that, quite simply, would be a paradox. I exist and therefore you have failed.”

Sinking my teeth into the gleaming skin, I tore off the flesh of the ripe fruit with a carnivorous motion.

“I do so hate to break your spirit…but I’ll commend you now – before I kill you. It was a good plan, even if it did bare the erroneous faults of an amateur.”

I laughed in a low, smoky tone. If he wanted to exchange repartee until the sun set, I wasn’t going anywhere. My child would be caught unawares, for although he had experienced my anger previously, he had not yet dealt with my wrath.

“If what you say is true – and there is no way back – then you have merely locked yourself in a iron barred cage. You, the canary, locked in with the cat. It’s only a matter of time, you see, before the pattern of life reasserts itself to your temporal foolery, and I once again rise above you.”

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*he lifted his hands in a motion..almost of what looked like surrender until he grabbed her arms, whirled her about and held them behind her, Pushing her to a wall and holding her there with superior strength*

Before time can do that however, I'll have already completed my mission. And I'll live out the rest of my life in peace and quiet. I have freed my world, and now I will save this one.

*He had heard tales of her prowess..But she had nothing here. No reputation, just like he had said. And that ment she had no power either. He lifted her with ease off of the ground, Holding her arms tightly behind her back in a Solid Judo grip, chuckling to himself*

Not so cocky now are we? Maybe I ought to see if you've been having any fun with some of your male lackies...

 

[Roland Gilliad]

lyonhart:

Im working on somthing for you, think you can hold out a little longer?

 

[Lyonhart42]

OOC: No prob...

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Empress Velasia

I pressed back against his presumptuous grasp with my mind, but felt none of the usual rush of heat and power. The unnaturally cool skin of his hands slid against my wrists, and my pale flesh grated roughly against the stone of the wall.

Hissing at him between clenched teeth, both out of astonishment at my own lack of defense and the mere fact he had gotten the better of me for the moment, I kicked back sharply.

"Your world did not need to be saved. I was…am…your people's savior. You interfered in something you know nothing about. You were not a chosen one and you have no right to the control you wield so carelessly."

Struggling, I bent my head to try and grip his prying hands between my jaws, but he wrenched my arm back further, the searing pain spreading over my shoulder.

It was, in fact, the first mortal pain I had ever felt, and if it weren't for his iron grasp, I would have sank to my knees on the dusty pavement. My natural defenses were somehow gone, and without them my pain barrier was unbearably low. The threat of tears stung at the back of my eyes, and every inch of movement sent a silent scream coursing through my arched, swan-like neck. I did my best to conceal my emotions from this chauvinistic rebel, for if he only knew what kind of pain I was in, I would perhaps have lost any edge I still had.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

How does it feel? The pain you so carelessly inflicted upon me returned upon you..but this is only a very small sample. Now what was your name again.....ah yes. Velasia if I recall..Well Velacia, allow me to introduce myself. I am Shawn Williams, Son of Shane Williams and Serena Williams, My mother AND my father died defending our villiage. Only me and Owyn survived your attack on our place of living...our simple town and simple life shattered by your mindless destruction. Now I will have my revenges, one way or another.


I know a great deal about what I interfeared in, Torture, Beatings ,Killings, all of it had no sense of pourpose no sense of HUMANITY. I dont have to be 'chosen' witch. I have only to work hard enough, somthing you dont know a thing about. Tonight I will make you work and tomorrow, Well, we'll see what that brings wont we? I wont let you go, I wont let you go anywhere, Try to escape and I can easily have you hunted down. You're on A different field of battle now, a simple woman with one extrordinary power, You can bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses of weaker people. But there are people like me...The White arrow has many great warriors and mages...And I will not let this nation be over run by your pettiness again. This day is mine, You have nothing now. A point I will soon prove to you.

*And, clamping his hand over her mouth he carried her out of the business districts...and over towards the more poor district...here he would not be noticed. After exchanging a few coppers with a Seedy inn owner, he recieved their Special Sound Proof room...and flung her in, closing the door and locking it behind him.....The room was slightly extravagant, a Four Poster bed, A large Dresser Drawer, Thick plush carpet in front of a small fire, and A Chest in front of the bed, labeled in dark letters "Equpitment" he smiled lightly..there was no window to the room and several candles had been lit all around*

Now, I will prove to you your powers are fully gone, and get a little of my revenge today.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Empress Velasia

"I have nothing? Oh no, Shawn, quite the contrary. I have you."

I managed a smile of sorts...smiling through the pain, glaring at him with my gold-flecked eyes.

"That's right. You. You who knows of the pain I can inflict with a mere thought and you who, moments ago, were at my mercy."

As he dug his fingers rudely into the soft skin over my high cheekbones, he was smart enough to keep his hand cupped so my teeth couldn't reach. The indignity of it all…being carried through the streets, like a slave being led to it's untimely fate by a cruel owner.

The tavern, of sorts, that he shoved me into was worse than the rest of the decrepit town. Its owner didn't blink an eye when Shawn reached, one-handed, for a satchel of coins, and mutely pointed us up a set a rickety stairs.

The pain was starting to fade as I relaxed my tensed muscles beneath his hold. This was a game of my creation, yes a game. My game. Which meant I could twist the rules so only I could win. I would bide my time, and give some semblance of this role he wanted me to assume. Damsel in distress. Innocent, babbling, incoherent maiden.

Jerking my arm away from him the second he pushed me through the doors of the oddly shaped room, I glared levelly at my seemingly fearless captor. Taking two steps backwards, I found myself on the raised platform on which a four-poster bed rested. Restraining myself, I kept my carnivorous instinct to leap on him and tear out his throat in reign. My eyes shifted subtly in the dim light, their piercing reptilian green deepening, the pupils melting into perfect vertical slits.

"Well, well, well. The tables seem to have turned. And still it is you looking up at me."

Letting out a low laugh, that in my throaty voice bordered on being a cackle, I crossed my arms defiantly.

"How ironic."

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*He crossed his arms..glaring softly at her..a slightly amused smile*

You dont get it do you. I may hate your guts beyond belief, I may wait patiently for the day when you will be at my swordpoint. I may think of all the times I've seen friends killed by you, But damnit I still hold one grudging respect for you. You are strong. You are tough. You've got more to you than meets the eye. But so do I. How do you think I escaped you so many times? got away from your precious guards? I've got a few tricks up my sleeve too. The tables have turned, And I am looking in the eye of my enemy and my Rival .

*he had hoped that would throw her off balance a little*

While you've reigned high on the hog I have come from the worst of places and neighborhoods. I started with nothing. Not a coin to my name and I worked hard and long up the ladder of societies. I made more sacrafices of myself. I've done things I can never forgive myself for. The irony is in that We've fought each other for years. Never meeting face to face till Yesterday. and when we meet it is -exactly- as I thought it would be...You couldnt break me...And you never will..because that is -my- gift. I have an Steel Clad will that is impenitrable to all of your so called powers... I dont have your mental prowess, But PHysically I outmatch you. Opposite sides of the same Coin. That is what is ironic.

YOu think yourself invincable, whereas Right now I could -kill- you without a second thought.

*To demonstrate, in a flash he had drewn his blade and several large lockes of hair fell down into her lap from in front of her face, the blade hung in the air in front of her eyes and was gone again into it's shelth*

But I wont. Because killing you is like killing the evil that drives me. I need you as much as you need me. It's the challange that made you keep me alive. You didnt kill me then because you wanted to have the challange of Destroying me. Bit by bit. The same goes for me. Who will fall first I wonder. Will I finally become so frusterated that I allow you to win and just take your head off one day? Or will we fight, thrust and parry, dodge and Feint, A Chessgame of Monumental proportions. Until finally we alone stand. Still whole, and preparing for another struggle. That is the truth and You know it. You can go on about being superior and saving a race, when all you have been doing is looking for a -fight-. You've found one and now you dont want to let it go. I was all the way out of your hair, You could have easily kept your world if you had just let me go, But you followed. and so now It has come to this. We will wound one another time and again, Until one of us Capitulates....OR....There are always other paths.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Empress Velasia

"You talk far too much for your own good, servant."

I spit the last word out with a look of disdain, for he would never be good enough to answer to my beck and call as a royal servant. It was, in theory, one of the highest honors you could receive, but under my heavy-handed ruling, it had become a job all dreaded to be appointed to.

"This is why I sit on the throne, and you wander the streets like a rat, always in search of some way to dig up trouble. Where you talk…I do."

I splayed my fingers over the indigo brocade that held my gossamer garbs in place. Beneath, I could feel the firm, metallic kiss of my dagger's handle, it's serrated edge, made for inflicting maximum pain and minimal damage, was sheathed in a crimson sash that constricted me like a fire-scaled python.

Fingering it, I glared at Shawn contemptuously, frozen as still as the gargoyles that haunted my palace's gables, willing to wait forever – if necessary – to catch him unawares, and properly corner my quarry.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*His eyes narrowed, he was amused slightly*

Words. Words mean everything. It is how we communicate to one another. and you use many words, if not always the appropriate ones.

Even the lowest may some day become king. And I have done plenty in my lifetime. But If I must prove to you that I Can also do, So be it. Hate me for defying you, It only makes my revenge the more sweeter. Curse me for Annoying you, It only makes my accomplishments have greater victories. The worst thing you could do is ignore me. Which you dont seem to be in any hurry to do. So I will take the initative.

*And with that final word, He grasped both hands, once again in a tried classic move he pinned them to her sides, causing her arms to go rigid from the inital move and he immediatly took the advantage of that, twirling her onto her front so her arms were pinned to the bed beneath her, his hands, not rough as she might think, but exceedingly meticulous and careful, searched her entire form, his hands finally finding the blade and he chuckled amusedly....taking it away from her an examining it*

Fine craftsmanship..oh look. My blood is still on it...

*He seemed amused at this, his wieght keeping her down as he examined it closer*
And your style. while I prefer the Emotional Impact of a Face cut with a simple knife, Like so.

*And he flicked it carelessly across her cheek....He noted the shock and malicious hatred in her eyes...good. all was going according to plan then...he waited for a moment and mused*

Why that mixes our blood together doesnt it? Hmm..now what to do with this intresting combination.

*He chuckled, talking softly of odd things as he removed the dresses she wore...Enjoying this feeling of odd supremicy over someone so widely feared. It wouldnt last, he knew it too well. But by the time she had everything back, The mental suggestions would be well in place, and she would see how much of a "servent" he really was. By gods he'd have her respect if he had to take her to death and drag her back from it.*

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Empress Velasia

"Unhand me, and perhaps I'll let you live," I snarled, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing me scream the silent shriek of agony that welled up in my chest.

He continued that infuriatingly soft laugh at my threat.

"Chuckle all you like. Over-confidence is a great weakness, and you have more than your fair share of those. Even if you are hesitant to kill me, I would not give a second thought to slitting your throat. Or better yet, stabbing you in the back."

Turning my head so my smoky voice wasn't muffled by the thick layer of padding on the bed, I glared at the shadow he cast on the far wall since I couldn't wrench myself far enough out of his grasp to look eye-to-eye with him. Shawn knew more of my secrets than I had realized, avoiding eye contact whenever he could, for my lime gold gaze was the source of the majority of my controlling powers.

One of my servants had once said I could hypnotize anyone, until they obeyed me like the submissive python of a snake charmer.

This was near enough the truth, although so far he seemed unaffected by my usually overwhelming powers.

The candles flickered as a sudden gust of wind slid through the uninsulated windowpane, my eyes gleaming dangerously in the pale light as I kept my body rigid and unresponsive to me captor, even as his hands tore away my gossamer robes and worked quickly at revealing the inches of my perfectly white skin.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

You just contradicted yourself. One of your weaknesses. I should add to that list, Underestimating your opponent. Failing to realize your position. Arrogence. The inability to realize that, Despite all of your merits, there will always be someone just as good. I'll think of more as we go along.


*he added another cut..on the other side of her face as a twin to the one he had just given*

There. Now at least you are symmitrical, Prehaps I should rough up your looks...Beat you within an inch of your life and destroy all this beauty..then Blind you with a Burning Ember of wood. Destroying everything about you. I hate you just enough to do it too.

You wouldnt let me live after this. I know it and You know it. Unless I drive my point home that we need one another, then You wont ever get it. We balance one another you see. Yin and Yang, Good and Evil. Light and darkness. Thought and action. We are the opposite sides of the same coin as I have said.

*As he talked, he had removed a thick leather strap and was binding her legs together tightly, not willing to take any chances*

It will take time, as well as Certain actions to make sure you realize that. You will thank me later, when you have all the more fun in fighting me.

*He tied the leather tight and moved upwards, amusedly staring at her back*

You really are a Paradox. Rightous Anger and Uncontrolled Confidance. You think yourself a God and yet when cut down from your high throne you still entertain yourself chosen. There are no Chosen. No right and Wrong. There is only power and those too weak to seek it. You have power. You sought it. I have my own forms of power. I seek it in my own way. There are many paths to power, I know only a few. and you too only know a few. Had you taken a different approach. One less Violent and Destructive you could have been a very loved and Worshipped Person. Instead you chose a path to ruin and dispair. and so long as there are people like you, There will be people like me. ever waiting for the chance to fight back....

*He pulled her hair backwards so her neck would stretch out and casually pressed the blunt edge of the blade against her neck....caressing it smoothly with the beautifully crafted Metal...his eyes dancing with excitement*

But Talk it seems will not convince you. Action will.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

ooc: Okay Lyon, I have somthing, You've just gotten away from a guard, Now post somthing informative and I will follow suit with you. *s*