Pagan's of the Black Forest.

[Ravenloft]

OOC: The character of Desmonia is taken by LipstickKitten, and I will be playing one of the visigoths. Otherwise, the rest of the characters are free to be played.

IC:

Desmonia is taking part in a summer solstice ritual with her circle of pagan brothers and sisters. Her mother is to be the goddess in the ritual, symbolic, and one of the men is to become the horned one, again, symbolic, but it is not determined which of the men will be set upon by the nature of the stag... Around them, in the middle of the black forest, where the ritual has been practiced for many a decade before Desmonia's birth, and in fact, she being a child, conceived of this ritual, men huddle about, watching. Large, rough men with the gleam of lust and murder in their eyes. They have been paid by the pagan's enemies, and persecutors, the romans. The ritual will not begin this night, as the men that surround these pagan folk are here to see to the demise of such things so unchristian-like to beleive oneself a goddess, even for but a night...

Desmonia is stripped of her filmy robes, and her body, though well past its spring is buffeted with worshiping eyes all about her. Even some of the burly, barbarian men who will, in but a moments time, be raping her as her blood flows from the gash they will lay across her throat, take notice of her flesh, licking their lips greedilly at the sight of it.

She steps forward, her hips moving with a fluid grace, firelight cast across her breasts. Desmonia shared her mothers charms in this sence... Her sister as well, they looked much like twins, but they were a couple years apart in age. Strangely enough, her younger sister was also a child brought forth through the magick of yet another summer's solstice. Her mother had oft been the goddess, no other of her sisters could match her in this after all... And less so, with age...

Then it happened, the wild men burst forth from behind the trees and cut down all within their grasp with a fury. One of the pagan men was cleaved at the neck, and fell without the chance to even utter his fear... The women screamed and the men shouted in dismay as ten more of them were silenced forever. Once the initial strike had been sprung there were only five men left and twenty women... Then men advanced, still shouting, this time for the remaining women to flee. It was painfully clear that they were going to die, five against three times their number, and so, Desmonia's mother, along with seven of her sisters threw themselves along their men's sides, standing against the barbarians. The rest fled, save for Desmonia, who stood in shock, and her sister who tugged upon her arm, trying to bring her to her sences, and run.

Their eyes took in the awful sights and their ears took in the horrid sounds of death, death and rape...

 

[Valdimer]

Grimshmeer




Bursting through the trees, Grimshmeer held his sword high, his bear and wolf skins flapping as he ran. Swinging hard, his first kill taken...the head of a woman. Letting out an emense battle cry, he pushed on, stabbing, slicing, severing, maiming........blood flying everywhere. Grabbing one of several men, Grimshmeer simply laughed, and pushed and held him, head first, into the fire. Putting his foot on the now screaming man's head, Grimshmeer carried on, dealing death blows to any who came within swords reach. Pushing hard one last time on the dead man's head, Grimshmeer pushed forward....his eyes on one of the younger women fighting alongside thier men. Parrying the pitchfork out of her trembling hands, Grimshmeer fell upon her, tearing her loose garments. Pulling what was left off her, he roughly began to fondle her.....first her breasts, then to her cunt....pushing his fingers in hard. Breathing heavy, he looked at her....tears streaming down her dirt and blood stained face.

"Ahhh my pretty....dont cry....you'll be dead soon." he said, an evil grin forming on his face. Pushing into her, her scream nearly deafened him...but he pushed harder. Her fingers clawing at his back, his face....desperatly trying to get away made him thrust into her harder. He moved at a more furious pace now....his hands leaving bruises wherever he touched. His hands moved to her throat now....and he grasped. Clenching tighter, he could feel her hands try desperatly to push him away, but at her weakened state...it was no use. The last of her breath escaped her bluish lips....and he shot his seed into her. Climbing off her, Grimshmeer arranged himself, and looked to see who had been left standing.........

 

[Calamity Jane]

Emmelie pulled desperately on her sister's arm. The smell of blood and death was nearly overpowering. The men in animal skins were cutting everyone down. They had to run! Why wouldn't Des MOVE???

"Come ON! We must flee! We can do nothing to help, we must save ourselves!" Emmelie shouted above the mayhem. When she saw one of the barbarians grab a woman and throw her to the ground, raping her brutally, she nearly fainted.

'I'm not surviving this night', she thought. 'If I must die, I'll at least die fighting.'

pulling her ceremonial dagger, she drew it across her arm, smearing the blade with blood. Then, pointing it at the sky, she called on the elements to aid her and her kin.

Almost immediately, there was a clap of thunder and a strong wind blew within the circle of stones.

Before she could do more than whisper, someone grabbed her, pinning her arms. He was huge, and smelled of sweat, animal, and something foul beyond her knowledge.

 

[Guest]

Posted by Ravenloft

Aric:

Young to such bloodshed, Aric forced back the revultion he felt as his breathren raped and murdered. He knew this raid was ment to see these folk to their deaths, but this was not right, to have ones honor taken so... He even saw one of them men... One of the men, forced onto his belly... He turned away as a woman threw herself upon him, and would have had his throat slit surely, if his blade had not instinctively shot up, empailing her through the guts...

He watched her cough, blood spattered upon his cheek as she did, watched her body slump forward, felt her weight against him, and something within him wanted to scream. He sunk to his knees, lowering her down upon her back, she was already dead... He hunched over her, breathing heavilly, as much from disgust as from the exertions of battle. All around him, screams ended in silence, and his world melted away for a time.

He was brought back to himself as a hand slammed against his hip, he lifted startled eyes toward the assalant, his blade at the ready, but it was one of his brothers... The man flashed him a rotten toothed smile as he looked from him to the dead woman and back to him approvingly. Aric's stomach turned, knowing what the look ment, and knowing he could never have done such a thing...

 

[Valdimer]

Grimshmeer




His huge arms clamped around Emmelie...Grimshmeer smiled a somewhat toothless smile, his foul breath reaching her nose. His look was none to pleasent either. Deep cuts on his face....blood begining to ooze out. His back was soaked in blood, his skins now crimson.....


He looked up to the sky as the thunder clapped...his matted hair blowing in the now more forceful wind. "It be your turn.....pretty.." he said, forcing her to the ground...his hands already tearing at her garments.....his hands roughly feeling at her breasts....moving between her thighs.......

 

[Ravenloft]

Aric:

Keeping his eyes away from his brother, Aric stood, and pulled the blade from the woman's body, fighting the urge to retch. He turned away from her body then. But no matter where he looked there was death. He was suddenly coldly certain he could never kill again, not of his own will... And once this revelation came to him, a clap of thunder ripped through the air. Aric tenced for a moment, his eyes wide, it was as though a god had spoken...

The battle was at an end it would seem. And either his brethren were cleaning blood and gore from their bare chests or they writhed above a beaten and crying woman... Aric tried to walk, tried to ignore the madness all about him, but when he saw Grimshmeer, his brother, his true brother, his face knoted with hate and disgust. He was bowing down, over one of the women, she had such a look of fear in her eyes, but she did not make a sound, his brother was grunting and growling like a dog though, it was a disgusting display as he pushed the girls thighs apart. Aric had tugged his brother away, by his hair and thrown him to the side before he knew what he had done. And now, grimshmeer glared up at him... Aric could say nothing.

 

[Valdimer]

Grimshmeer




His fingers about to enter her, he was suddenly pulled away...by his hair. Letting out an emense yell, Grimshmeer went for his sword, and pushed himself up, glaring at his brother....Aric.


"Boy! How dare you! I should kill you were you stand!" he bellowed, the back of his hand meeting Aric's face. Sheathing his sword, Grimshmeer pulled Aric to his feet, his fist meeting his gut. Watching his younger brother fall to the ground, Grimshmeer let out a laugh. "We should have never brought you...boy. You dont yet have the stomach for this...you should have stayed back with the women!" he finished, making his way back to the woman..........

 

[Ravenloft]

Aric:

Gasping for breath, hunched over, holding his stomach, Aric lifted his head, watching as his brother strode back toward the woman. The words no longer phased him, he'd grown up with their biting edge in his ears, he was numbed to them... The insult was Grimshmeer's back to him. That was the worst insult his family could give... To think that you could expose your back, even to your brother, it was, without words spoken, claiming he was no match for you...

Something inside Aric snapped, maybe it was hearing the man who was being raped, only seven feet to his side, looking over to see the torture in his eyes... Whatever it was, Aric was to his feet, the pain set aside for the moment, launching toward Grimshmeer's back. He could NOT let another one of these women be raped and butchered...

 

[Calamity Jane]

Emmelie was resigned to her fate, withdrawing inside herself as this brutish animal of a man ripped at her clothing and mauled her body. She stared into the sky, trying to separate her mind from what was happening to her.

Suddenly, the man was screaming, being pulled off of her. Were the gods helping her now? Now that her family lay dead or dying around her?

She saw another of the evil men looking at her. He must be the one who'd interfered. The man who's attacked her came up off the ground with a howl of rage, beating the younger man to the ground and then coming at her again.

Emmelie tried to get to her feet. All she could think of was running away. But her body wouldn't listen. She lay on the ground, smelling blood and death and worse. Listening to the screams of the few left alive as they waned to moans and then silence. Watching as the man came toward her, knowing what was coming.

 

[Valdimer]

Grimshmeer



"Now...my precious..where were we?" he said, his hands reaching toward her. He could see the fear in her eyes..her body wanting to move, but not, and that aroused him more. "Ahhh, it will only last so long..." he said, forcing himself on her again. His hands about to groughly touch her again, he felt the wheight of a person slam on his back. Screaming more in annoyance than pain, Grimshmeer pushed himself off the girl, his hands trying to reach for whomever was on him...though he knew. "Aric! You little whelp!" he shouted, rolling on his back, his massive whieght crushing Aric, forcing him to let go.


Standing up right, Grimshmeer pulled his sword, and pointed it at the woman. "Now watch her die!".........

 

[Ravenloft]

Aric:

He could feel a buring ache in his chest, it felt as though his ribs might have been hurt by his brothers horrible bulk. tears of pain welled up in Aric's eyes as he watched Grimshmeer draw his blade through the haze of his vision. "NO!" Aric spat as his leg snapped out, striking Grim in the back of the knee, sending him down upon his knees. Aric spun on his back reaching out for Grim. His hands found purchase about Grim's throat. "Leave... Her... Be!" Aric found himself huffing the words angerly.

 

[Calamity Jane]

Emmelie closed her eyes as the brute put his hands on her again. Tears leaked from the corners of ehr eyes, but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of hearing her beg for her life.

She heard screaming, and then the man was off of her again. The two were rolling on the ground. Then the larger one got up, drawing his sword and pointing it at Emmelie. So, the time had come. Facing her death with dignity, she arched her back, inviting the sword. Only it never came. With a grunt, the man fell to his knees.

 

[Valdimer]

Grimshmeer



Screaming in pain, Grimshmeer fell to the ground, clutching his knee, his sword falling beside him. "You fool!" he shouted, as Aric grabbed at his throat. His younger brother's hands were not yet big enough to go completly around his throat, but still, the air became harder and harder to breathe.

Prying with his fingers, Grim managed to open his airway slightly, enough to get a large gulp. Pulling at Aric's fingers, he could here his brother's bones resisting..............

 

[Ravenloft]

Aric:

Clenching his teeth, his jaw set in a grimace of pain, Aric hissed. He watched his fingers being peeled away from Grim's throat. With a growing growl, Aric drew his head back slowly, fighting through the pain, then he SNAPPED it forward, slapping his forehead down against Grim's flaring nose with a sickening crunch.

 

[Calamity Jane]

Emmelie slowly got to her feet. The sound of the man's nose breaking made her retch. She stealthily moved away from them, hoping to hide in the woods.

She looked around for her sister.

 

[Ravenloft]

Desmonia had been rendered unconcious and was now being carried over the shoulder of one of the goths. A goth loomed over her then and reached out, taking her by the hair, she struggled but then he stabbed a meaty finger into the length of her neck and she felt herself succumb to unconsiousness as well.

 

[Calamity Jane]

Emmelie saw her sister being carried over the backs of one of these savages. She turned to run, but was torn between a need to help her sister, and the need to save herself. Her indecision cost her, and someone grabbed her by the hair. She struggled with everything she had in her, but he drove a finger into her throat and the world went black.

 

[LipstickKitten]

Desmonia

OOC: My apologies, my fellow troupe players. An unexpected death in the family required me traveling out of state over the weekend to attend the funeral yesterday (Monday). I hope you will forgive me as I now attempt to join in the fray. Thank you, Ravenloft, for beginning for me. <kisses>

IC: Desmonia's consciousness slowly returned. Her entire body ached and she realized she was being carried. The stench that surrounded her was a mixture of sweat, old body odor, and something hard to recognize. With a start, she realized it was the smell of spilt blood, mingled with smoke. She struggled to remember what had happened.

Her mother, beautiful in her nakedness, had been preparing to become the goddess in their most treasured ritual. As the daughter of the goddess, blessed by having been conceived in this same ritual years before, she was to participate in the ceremony, also being worshipped in her nakedness. But something went wrong.

Men storming from the surrounding forest, blood being spattered, lives lost. The remembered sounds and sights had stunned her, sending her into a deep shock, so deep she could not move. She remembered her sister trying to pull her away, to protect her. Emmelie! Where was Emmelie? Her panic flooded into her. Where was her mother?

Forcing herself back to the present, she took stock of her situation. She was no longer nude but her hands and feet were bound and a blindfold across her eyes. She felt rough cloth wrapped around her and she was laying across a broad shoulder. There were sounds of others, quite a number of men, and other sounds. Sounds of distress, whimperings, shrieks of pain. Her body shuddered at the sounds and smells assaulting her senses.

 

[MissVictoria]

Kesten:

A soft whimper caught itself in the back of her throat, as Kesten pressed her back to the stone altar. She closed her eyes momentarily, as the sounds of battle ensued around her. Behind the red of her eyelids she could witness the blood being let everywhere, and one by one she watched her brothers and sisters fall, feeling their absence deepening in her heart with every last breath drawn.

She clutched her ritual dagger to her chest, uttering a prayer of forgiveness over the blade- it was never to be used in battle, but the young woman now found need. No sooner had she finished her prayer, and raised her eyes upward, than she caught sight of a brute, his long hair and face blocking the sun, a halo of light seeming to glow around it.

She made no sound as she swiftly let the blade fly, aiming the sharp point for his inner thigh. Through her studies Kesten had learned to sever the vein that carries blood to the phallus, to quickly and efficiently bleed the man. He fell to his knees in a suprised grunt that could not be heard above the sounds of battle, and the small woman quickly drew her blade across his throat in an act of mercy.

She pulled his legs inward, his body heavy and ackward even for the woman who was used to physical work. Then she crouched back down, hiding once more and praying that no more than one would find her at a time.

"Strength..." she whispered, the word empowering her.

 

[LipstickKitten]

Desmonia

She was so weak. She knew she would have to restore energy before she could fight her way out, so she began leeching what energy she could feel around her from the plant life and animal life she sensed in passing. She attempted magicking her binds from her hands but without sight it was a futile attempt. She needed to be able to see what she was working with for her skills to be of aid.

Continuing to draw strength, she attempted to reach out to her loved ones with her senses. She was totally bereft when she could not "feel" her mother. What could that mean? Was she unconscious? Or...or was it worse?

She "reached" for Emmelie and felt her presence. She was somewhere fairly nearby but very weak. She tried to communicate with her but feared her sister's strength was not enough for her to communicate back to her.

"Em? Do you hear me?"

Recognition on her sister's part flared, but as she feared, her sister was too weak to do more than reassure her that she was alive.

"Emmelie, remember your schooling. Draw strength from the flora and fauna surrounding you. Then you will soon be able to communicate with me."

Desmonia knew her sister's gifts were not great in communication, more in the elemental magicks, but her captors wouldn't know of their skills and that could be used to their advantage.

Desmonia again "reached" trying to find any of the blessed ones amongst the men of her coven. She felt a male presence. It was the presence of a strong blessed one, but as she reached for it, she recoiled at his touch. He was amongst her captors. How could that be?

She again reached out, her curiousity getting the better of her. If he was a blessed one, he would never harm her or any of the chosen ones. He must be an ally.

She "touched" him again and found in him a shocking realization that he was being "felt" by an outsider. She tried to read him but only caught his name. "Aric." What kind of a name was Aric? It was certainly not of her coven, nor of the culture around which she had grown.

She withdrew, becoming very frightened, yet intrigued by her discovery.

 

[Ravenloft]

Aric:

Aric lay quietly, recovering from the painful blows Grim had given him. Things had settled and their leader had commanded them to follow, bringing the pagan women who were still alive with them 'so he could sate his thirsts' later on... Aric sighed heavilly. It was a bittersweet victory it would seem... For when that man sated his thirsts, the women he did so with, they were better off dead... He'd saved the young woman from his brother for what? To be led to their leaders tent, despoiled, and tortured? A frown dominated Aric's lips for a moment, then he shot up right on the cot he'd been laying on.

"What... What was that?" He asked himself aloud. It was as though a soft had had touched him, but, no, that wasn't it... A curling, swirling sensation through his mind, it was a far too intimate a sensation for him to be comfortable with. He shook, his eyes wide, wonder and fear pumped through his veins for a time, then he slowly settled back upon the cot, whatever the sensation was, it was gone.

 

[LipstickKitten]

Desmonia

Lulled by the motion of being carried, Desmonia fell into a troubled sleep, haunted by the sensation of the most blessed one being other than her kind. She dreamt of the ceremony, only now she was the one being offered as the Goddess. Yet her horned one, the one with whom she would be mated, was unknown to her. His face was blank but his body sent lust radiating through her. She reached out to touch him and hastily withdrew her hand as though burnt. It was him! The touch she had felt in her reaching.

She awoke with a start, trembling. It was but a dream, or was it? Her mother had had visions. Did she experience a vision, or was it a mere dream? She had inherited many of her mother's gifts. Was foresight among them?

She again reached out, seeking the touch of the most blessed, this time girding herself at the shock of his touch. There. Recognition. Shock. She planted her face in his mind, and something else. She whispered, Desmonia.

 

[Ravenloft]

Aric:

The second touch within his mind did not startle Aric as much as the first, it simply brought him to up to set at the edge of the cot he'd been laying on. It passed and he thought to relax but then it touched him again, the image of a woman's face flashed through his mind, and a whispered name.

"Desmonia..." He repeated the voice, it was not a name he recognized, but it held a strange power for him. Standing, he focused on the face he'd seen in his mind and walked from t he tent he'd been sleeping in. Walking slowly toward the place the women were being held, Aric looked dead into the eyes of the guard there, thankfully it was not Grim, else he surely would not have been allowed in.

Standing inside the wooden structure, Aric looked about, searching for that face, the need to find her had possessed him.

 

[LipstickKitten]

Desmonia

She rose within the strictures of the enclosure and tested her bruised muscles. The aches would pass with time but she wished she had her herbs to aid her.

She began searching for her kin. She knew her sister lived but feared for her mother. She had not been able to "touch" her since her capture and that worried her more than anything. Her mother was her lifeblood, her teacher. Without her, what would become of her? Tears filled her eyes at the thought.

Shaking herself out of that mindset, she wandered the encampment. She was a few feet from the entrance when she felt the hairs on her neck rise. She was instantly on her guard, searching the faces of the enemy outside the enclosure. She "reached" very carefully and again touched him. He was very close now and she felt compelled to find him. He was a most blessed one, even if among the enemy. If what she feared most had happened, her mother and the most blessed among her people were dead and it was up to her to complete the ritual if at all possible.

 

[Ravenloft]

Aric:

Another soul touch, how many, Aric wondered, could he endure? His breath faltered this time, whatever, whoever was doing this, the woman? The one who had flashed through his mind? ...Desmonia? It frightened him that he knew no way to guard against such an invasion, but intregued him as well, these mind touches.

Turning slowly, he saw one of the women standing, her head bowed slightly and her eyes closed. He could not see the features of her face very clearly, but he had the undenighable sence that it was her, it was Desmonia.

He reached out a hand toward her, speaking in his native tongue. The roman's called them barbarians for the way that they spoke. They said, with distain, that it sounded as though they said 'bar bar bar' as they talked. "Woman... You... You are touching me..." He ment it as a question, but it had come out as a realization as he strode up to her. She had not seemed to hear him so he paused. "Des... Desmonia?" He repeated the name he had felt within his soul.