Queen of her Realm

[SexyAmber]

(ooc- based on a Queen of the medieval 1500’s. A mixture of history and Anne’ Rice’s sleeping beauty series. There is a queen of the land, that will be played by me. Around her will be knights, maidens, slaves both male and female. All will be presented to the queen, all eager to have a chance to be with her, but this will happen rarely. More so she will direct people to be together for everyone’s viewing pleasure or for practical purposes. Say to have a slave trained to be later sold in the arts of pleasure. The sex may not happen right away. The girls will be trained in many things such a dance, the men gladiators. Feel free to also play a knight or lady)

The Castle lay in the dark mountainous city. It’s interior is what would be considered gothic, the queen without a husband had taken the thrown after her father’s death. The castle was draped in the finest of red velvets, the queens favorite colors. She was trained in the arts of battle from an early age and she was thought to be ruthless and harsh. No man had yet discovered her soft side nor won her heart. It was necessary to be cruel in such a precarious position. A woman in a man’s world. She was a perfectionist about those around her, both the free and slave’s alike.

She had an incomprehensible raw beauty, her mouth was always covered by a sheer white scarf to avoid the maddening temptation of her perfect face. Her body draped in a ivory flowing gown as she sat perched on her thrown in the great hall made out of marble. The room was amber lit by torches and strong knights surrounded her at all times. It has been rumored in the dark circles that the healers of her father had given her a stabilization serum that was believe to freeze her beauty and age.

Name: Queen Katira LaMouge
Age: 21
Hair: Raven
Eyes: honey

 

[White Queen]

OOC: I would love to join the thread as a slave waiting to be trained...

Name: Kendra
Age: 20
hair: Redhead
eyes: Dark green

 

[Roland Gilliad]

ooc: what a great idea!! I love it!!

Name: Rein Sharper
Class: Freed Slave, Recently made a Knight due to his success in the Gladiators arena
Height: 6'7
weight: 210, all muscle.
Hair: Bright Red
Eyes: Golden Amber
Age:29
Build: Chisled, a Scar across one eye, Though it just makes him look rugged. His hair is messy at the best of times, and hangs down around his face in a tangle of curls.

IC:

*He had fought his way up from the bowles of the coloseum....He had proved his strength where others had failed and died...he had survived one hundred and fifty battles inside of the coloseum..and For that, He was freed. A noble Lady had given him the title of knight, after he saved the entire caravan of nobles from The Vicious Bandits of the road. He had travelled with her ever scince....And now she was gone. Not because of his fault, but she had died of age. Now the Knight without a lady had found his way to this kingdom...His reputation as a man who knew both the highest of the high and the lowest of the low followed him everywhere...It was in this kingdom he wondered what he would find, this place where the eternally beautiful Katrina LeMouge presided over court and king. Rein sharpened his blade..He'd heard many rumours how one gained entrance to the innermost sanctum...and he was ready for anything, with the ringing of steel against leather he shelthed his blade, and strode down the cobble stone streets...*

Ooc:

Name: Kirishana Delacroix
Class: Slave
Hair: Ravenish black
Eyes: soft powder blue
height: 5'5
Wieght: 110
Age:18
Build: Lithe, small, and very cute.

IC:

*She was all alone now...She sniffled to herself in the dungeon where she had been kept until her grief had subsided...her mother died, flinging herself from the ramparts rather than become a pleasure slave...and Kirishana did not believe she had the guts to do the same she finally subsided in tears and was led from the cell by emotionless guards...she had been born into this...she had done nothing to deserve what would likely happen to her...But she had no choice...Her small wrists looked too tiny against the heavy metal shackles, She was led to the room her mother had occupied...so many years of diligent service had gained her daughter the use of these quarters until she could work better...they werent much of anything, but the smell was faimliar, and as kirishana flung herself against the soft sheets of the feather bed, she could do nothing but cry silent tears, shiver, and convulse in fear of what would come all too soon..*

 

[SexyAmber]

.An iced chocolate gaze fell over the knight Robert who knelt before her, she looked to the guard to her right and waved her hand “Kill him”

She unfurled a piece of parchment and narrowed her raven gaze to the names sprawled on it. The unmatched beauty rolled her tongue across her pearly teeth and purred out the name in her cool tone.

“Rein Sharper”

Bring him before me. Her fingers snapped a raping gaze drew over Kendra as the guards lead at chain of slaves in, her fingernail lightly tapping her chin as she viewed them all. Her hand lifted to the jeweled dagger on her table and she pointed at the girl Kendra and her feral and seductive voice spoke coldly.

“You slave before me”

“And kings someone find me a maiden!”, a low sultry hiss echoed from her crimson painted lips, endlessly curls of midnight fell down the sumptuous slopes of her body as she sat back in her throne.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

Rein Sharper

*He was brought before her...And suddenly he knew why she had been eternally praised as more beautiful than all of the goddesses....But stronger than steel itself. He drew a Long blade from his side, and with one floursh, he laid it down before him*

My queen. I once served Lady De'Arnise, faithfully for seven years I Defended her with all of my strength and power. Your reputations throughout the lands are not undeserved. I lay my sword before you, in the traditon of old, when a Knight has no lord or lady, to swear allegance to you. I will take upon any duties you wish me to do. I honor your strength as both queen and warrior.

*And he said no more, for he knew any more words beyond those would cause him to be killed*

 

[JamieFraser]

James Fraser rides toward the Castle

:Jamie Fraser:
Scottish Archer
Age: 35
Hair: red
Height: 6 feet
Weight: 180, muscular
Jocular but passionate
Clad in dusky green Hunting Fraser kilt, with leather jerkin and sandals, two-handed Claymore in shoulder scabbord, long bow slung over other shoulder, short sword in belt, serious dirk in his sock.

The Scotsman rides up to the castle walls, settles himself on his sturdy Highland pony, and calls up to the guard tower. "Halloo! Have ye a bit of bread and ale, and some dry straw fer a weary Scotsman tae bed down afore this storm hits and washes me off the road?"

Hopping down, he settles his pony and admires the fine lines of the castle's construction and contemplates the raised drawbridge, scratching behind his sporran to relieve the constriction of a full day in the saddle.

As he scratches, he's reminded how long its been since he last up-ended a pretty lass. "Hmmm ... its been days now ... I risk madness with this dearth of feminine relief. Maybe there's a willing lass I could coax or rent from the Lord of the manor tonight."

 

[SexyAmber]

Immediately Rein felt her assessing gaze from the cold depths of her ebony pools. Her goblet was rested in a maiden’s hand to her side as her arms rested to her throne, her gloved fingers wrapping gently on the arms as she watched him kneel. A sadistically beautiful smirk fell across her veiled tiers as she listened to him speak. Ah good boy he had mentioned warrior, perhaps he was not without worth. Her onyx lashes lifted as she viewed him once more, dropping her gaze to his sword to look at the wear on the hilt. All the people around the goddess like queen held their breaths to see the fate of this man. It was then that her hypnotizing voice spoke, smoothly and matter of factly. It’s tone trained to send erotic shudders through even the most strong of men.

“Lady De'Arnise was a worthless slut who slept her way to her title.”

The tip of her dagger was placed under his chin, urging his head upward as she leaned down, he could feel the heat of her breaths through the veils as they were only a whisper away from his own lips, her smoky gaze bore into his as she spoke.

“Tell me gladiator, would you die for me?”, purposely using his former title.

Word of a horseman outside the palace gates was murmured among her knightsman as they went to check

(welcome Jaime and White queen)

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*He did not flinch, nor did he make any sign of weakness...in the Pits that had ment death, and it was far too ingraned in him to forget it now*

Indeed. Such is the binding of my oath.

*He spoke quietly, his eyes did not fully meet hers, another movement that would meet death*

I would die to save your life, if such a thing were possible in every way. My word and my oath are everything to me. Without them, I am nothing.

 

[SexyAmber]

She was pleased with his servitude and nodded her raven head softly. An Excalibur sword was clutched in her delicate hand and she unfurled to her stance only farther revealing her immortal beauty. The crowd grew silent as she lifted the heavy sword over his head and placed it to one strong shoulder as she spoke, moving the sword over his head to the other.

“I dub thee, Lord Rein Sharper, Defender of the Kingdom of France and Protector of the Queen and her sovereignty.”

The sword was then lifted and placed in her upturned palms for him to take and she nodded softly lifting her hands.

“Stand and be recognized Knight”

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*He did stand then, slowly, he took the Hilts of the sword, bowing his head*

And By my sworn oath I give my life over to your disposal, to be used and Rewarded as her majesty sees fit. Forever more, Till the gods will otherwise.

*he then, in customary gesture, swept the sword and shelthed it, with a further, deep bow to her*

What is your command My Queen?

 

[SexyAmber]

She ran her gaze over his chiseled body with her scorching onyx gaze. Her fingertip drew down the arch of her throat to her cleavage as she leaned back in her throne. Her foot lifted and began to draw up his thigh slowly as he stood before her, a slippered toe just barely grazing his manhood as she smiled slowly.

“Tell me knight, do you know how to pleasure a woman?”

Her foot than covered her crotched and she pressed softly, rubbing slowly up and down as she sat casually in her chair, reaching for her goblet she brought it to her lips and slithered her tongue around the rim before taking a sip and laying it back down. The crowd hushed as they watched, rarely did the cold queen bestoy such attention on a subject.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*He had to blink for a moment at the question before swiftly awansering*

Of course my queen. In many ways. And most of them for the sole delight of the woman.

*he made no presumptions, though he did feel it important to also add..*

Though my experiance is certainly not limited to those areas my queen....

*He did not flinch at her touches, but he did smile just a sliver before it dissappeared to a stout and determined visage*

 

[CarnalGerund]

Sir Connor Frye

Name: Connor Frye
Irish Knight, there are a few of us
Age: 22
Hair: Sandy Red
Eyes: Dark Brown
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 189

Connor Frye's appearance belies his skill on the battlefield. Young and slim, his build is that of a man whose frenzied activities, both mental and physical, often leave him with little time or little inclination to sit down for a hearty meal. Despite his propensity for vanquishing foes in battle through skill or blind luck while remaining largely untouched, he always returns with armor dirty, dented, and in some cases, in pieces. The reason? When not on the battlefield or when not acting on instinct or under the influence of adrenalin, he is extremely clumsy. His mishaps do not embarrass him though, he takes everything in stride, meeting those he comes across with a broad smile, slightly crooked and mischievious.

 

[badmatt]

Antonio Ramirez

Name: Antonio Ramirez
Spanish Knight
Age: 38
Hair: Black as night peppered with silver
Eyes: Grey
Height:5'10"
Weight: 200lbs and built quite solidly under all his armor.

The obviously seasoned campaigner rides up to the castle gates on his black steed Diablo. The men at the gates at first guessing he was old and possibly feeble but as he rides up they see the quickness in his eyes and see that there is no strain on his scarred face and think he is either injured or faking the hunch to his back. It is simply that he's ridden for 20 days straight, eating and sleeping in the saddle to arrive at the castle.

"I would see your Queen, to pledge my service." He sits up and is visibly transformed, from feeble old man, to battle hardened warrior in their eyes. A Toledo Salamanca broadswoard in his saddle sheath and a short sword of similar superior quality on the other side of the saddle. Across his packs are two loaded crossbows. His chain mail of excellent quality covered by a battle tunic with his family crest of dragons and eagles.

"Well, am I to be admitted to the castle or sleep on my horse outside for the night?"

 

[JamieFraser]

Re: Antonio Ramirez

:Jamie Fraser:

Unrolling himself from his kilt, in which he had spent the wet night outside the castle moat, he looked at the new arrival. A Spaniard, judging by his armor and accent.

"Well, am I to be admitted to the castle or sleep on my horse outside for the night?" said the new fellow.

Jamie rose, naked but for his sox and the knife therein and his studded leather collar and a leather thong about his waist on which hung a leather bag heavy with silver. He stretched, patting his loyal pony, and farted easily with a smile.

"Dinna take it parsonal, lad. They kept me waiting all night. Hardly a hospitable establishment. Perhaps we should have sent ahead a pigeon or a small force of sappers tae open the drawbridge." He smiled. "Spaniard are ye? Looks like we are on similar paths." He extended his hand in greeting. "Fraser, James Fraser. A temporarily available knight errant, trained with the Scottish Archers, now just looking for a dry bed and a warm wench in which tae sheath my third leg."

He looked up at the battlements again, as rosy-fingered dawn painted the arrow slits. "Perhaps they'll open up when the trading day begins. Then perhaps we can negotiate some breakfast and assess the possibilities for entertainment inside."

Laying out his kilt, he rolled up in it again and secured it with his belt and pin, then reassembled his weaponry and stepped off to the shrubbery for a pause that refreshed. Returning, he stood easy by his horse and patiently waited, scratching behind his sporran and yawning.

 

[JamieFraser]

OOC

==OOC: Jamie Fraser logging out until after 5 PM EST ==

 

[badmatt]

Antonio Ramirez

Antonio acknowledged the Scottish Archer by nodding and then listened to him talk. When he was done, he dismounted. "By the look of you, neither of us should be calling each other "lad" señor. Thank you for the información, and please pardon my accent. It has not been so long since I have left Spain. I recently turned over my holdings to my eldest son, my taste for fighting my own people on my own soil has soured, and I came here in search of a new banner to fight for."

Pulling a roll off my saddle I bed down for the night just to the side of the road, and at first light, I gather myself and call again to be let in, this time, the drawbridge drops almost immediately. Climbing onto my horse and riding in, just inside the gate the guard asks me to dismount and leave my horse in the stable, and I do, paying the stable boy to watch the horse, I take my roll and supplies to the inn, paying for a room for a week. I quickly clean up and make my way to the throne room hoping to be seen by the Queen.

"Sir Anotonio Ramirez to see the Queen," I tell the page, and he turns and enters the hall.

 

[SexyAmber]

Her foot was removed from his crotch with a wicked smirk.

“Good answer, come stand next to me it appears we have company at the gate”

She was well pleased with him, her fingertips dance up his forearm, the silk of her glove scratching his arm slowly as she let her sinful onyx eyes drift up his body and to his face. She secured her grip around his wrist and brought his hand forward. Her teeth capturing the leather glove at the tip on his index finger and she eased her raven head back so the glove slithered off, opening her mouth slightly the glove drifting to her lap as her tongue teased around the tip of his index finger, her stormy gaze shooting to the knight to the other side of her

“Send in those who wish to see me”

With that her heated mouth began to engulf his finger slowly.

 

[CarnalGerund]

Connor Frye

He swaggered into the castle, in awe of his surroundings. The immaculate stone work, vaulted ceilings, the thick velvet drapery and the amber blaze of the torches lighting the room. Drawing his gaze lower, he saw a throng of men, all large, some impossibly so, surrounding the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Her flowing ivory robes, so delicate and wispy, but barely concealing a woman of great strength and stature beneath the soft fabric. As his gaze held hers, he stumbled, his armor clattering to the stone ground, his sack of treasures from his recent adventures falling along with him.

he looked up, barely missing a bed, his fair complexion unsullied by the slightest blush.

"Nice place your majesty's got here."

 

[badmatt]

Antonio Ramirez

Entering the great hall he was in awe. This was the Queen? He stood slackjawed at the beauty before him. THen he recalled the stories of her command of battle, and everything came back to him and he stood smartly.

"My Queen, I am Sir Antonio Ramirez of Galicia in Spain. I have grown weary of killing my own people, and wish to pledge my allegiance to you. My sword in fact my life are yours to command."

 

[CarnalGerund]

Connor Frye

Still on the ground, watching the action, he rises, dusts himself off, and with a twinkle in his eye says, "Yeah ... what he said, your majesty. That too."

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*If at any time during this discourse he would have lost his composure, It would have been then, but he mearly smiled in quiet appriciacion of the attentions being paid to him, and quickly regained his composure, standing Next to her, as she had directed, his other hand was held in front of him, while she ministered his right, inside he was seething with delight at this, and yet he knew, too well, what trying to take command would do to him. He allowed her To Do as she would, not reacting too much, but enough for her to know that he was thoroughly enjoying this. He would react further if he was commanded....he nearly laughed at the antics of the two new nights, but said nothing, standing centaurion still, and throwing smiles all the time to his new queen, Wondering why he of all people warrented such attention..*

 

[SexyAmber]

The Queen

Her moist tongue began to twirl around Rein’s finger slowly, seducing the digit with small rakes of her canine teeth. A low purr rumbled the back of her throat as she sucked his finger deeper in her milking mouth. Her cool onyx gaze rested on the two before her as she withdrew her crimson lips from Rein’s finger and her nails seized his wrist, guiding his strong hand within her gown to cover her right breast, the rose hued nipple beneath began to stiffen instantly as his calloused hand brushed her, though her face remained unaffected.

Her cruel midnight eyes stopped at Connor and she spoke to Antonio.

"Strip him and chain him to the wall where I can see, then return to me"

 

[JamieFraser]

Slipping In

:Jamie Fraser:

After the short exchange with the Spaniard and the dropping of the drawbridge, he led his pony into the gateyard and walked through the streets, observing the villagers peddling fruits and crafts. As he climbed toward the central keep and palace, he noted various knights in splendid armor and dress scurrying ahead. And a few dismembered bodies, most nude, being carried down the hill.

"Hmm ... sommat is up in this town," he thought to himself cautiously. "Better know the terrain afore rushing in."

He stopped at the open door of a tavern, from which drifted the aroma of peat and tobacco smoke, stale beer and cheap scent. Peering into the gloom, he saw a rough assemblage of locals.

He tossed a coin to a young lad standing by a row of horses. "Here's some siller and there will be more as long as me harse is still here and alive when I come out, lad." He winked at the boy, who caught the coin with one hand, bit it and waved assent.

Moving into the tavern, he called for ale and bread and sausage, and settled into a corner to listen to the gossip. Mostly it was about the beautiful but icy queen and her startling consumption of knights. Many tales from the house servants and scullery maids were boucing about under the low eaves. A few questions here and there, and he began to get the scene.

Dropping a few coins on the bar for the barkeep, he asked him to retrieve and stable his horse for a few days, and to hold onto his saddle bundle, into which he'd stashed his Claymore and long bow. His load somewhat lightened, he stepped into the lane and walked up toward the castle, alert to danger and opportunity, the two sides to the one coin of life.

 

[SexyAmber]

Queen Katira

.
The Queen's Guard "welcomes" James Fraser

Jamie was not even on the Castle major property when he could hear the familiar clamber of Armour within the trees. It was obvious he was being watch. The distinct sound of steel being drawn from it’s leather sheath was heard behind him. A loud timber of a voice rang out in a low growl from behind.

“In the name of Queen Katira LaMouge drop your weapons and state your alliegence”

The massive knight before him looked aggravated, it could be seen in the slits of the helmet he wore in the depths of his eyes. A menacing growl rumbled within the steel body suit, having many attempts on the bold and ruthless queen’s life as of late he was weary of strangers. His gaze shifted to the bow. No many long archers in these parts as many were killed in recent battles. Some of the new slaves were being trained in the art of the bow, which was probably the only thing saving Jaime’s life right at that moment. The steel was only marred by the huge crest of the Queen’s family on his right chest. His sword has been kept drawn as if to gesture Jamie’s movements. He stood in his cadence and waited to see where this man’s loyalty lied before letting him proceed.