The Barren War- A Very Erotic RP

[DracnKitten]

Solys rose slowly from the pile of silk pillows she had been laying upon, her bare feet touching the cold marble floor of the small room silently. She had patiently been waiting for the appointed hour, the hour at which she would join a large part of the kingdom and her husband in the Great Hall. She moved slowly and fluidly to a pair of large, double oaken doors that stood before her and with the lightest tuch of her fingers she sprung the magic gears and the doors swung open with no effort on her part.

A cheer rose and washed over the Great Hall as those assembled rejoiced in the entrance of the First Wife, most beautiful and privaleged of the King's many wives. Solys was the most stunning of the wives as well. Once a woman of power, the First wife carried herself as if she were still the princess of that kingdom long destroyed. She carried herself with grace and great poise, her fluid movemebts always giving her the illusion of gliding to her destination. She had long, shining dark hair, and large chocolate eyes that help power and many dark secrets within their depths. Her skin showed the many hours of her life she had spent naked in teh sun, training and . . . entertaining. She held her head high, allowing the soft torch and clandle light to give her fine, prominant features a kind of glow. There was not a single move that she made that could be called anything but seductive. As she moved from the double doors down the long center of teh Great Hall all eyes followed her, her own eyes locked with those of her Lord Master and King.

Solys wore nothing but a long sheer gown, split at the thighs to her feet, and flowing. In the soft candlelight all the curves of her body could be seen, the fullness of her breasts, the round dark circles of her errect nipples, the lush lines of her waist and hips, and the darkness that was the dip to her pussy. Her body was open to scrutiny as she made the last part of her trek toward the king, and none could find a flaw. At last she was taking the dozen steps up to the king, and finally she knelt before him, her head bent forawrd and her hair tumbling over her shoulders. Here, she was the picture of subjugation and as the king looked upon her a fire burned within his eyes.

"My Lord Master, and King, I have come as called upon. What is is that I may do to better serve you?" The voice of the First Wife was that of warm honey pn a summer day, silk upon naked flesh, sweet passion and burning lust- but most of all it carried within it a power beyond any description. The power of a woman who knew her place, and her many talents, who knew that men would fall to her feet if she so desired, but the power of a woman who did not need those things. It was a voice that carried freely through the entire Great Hall and to its furthest corners, sending desire racing through the blood of every man and woman.

"I have called upon you, First and most beautiful Wife,, to begin with me the Ritual of Fertility, that which takes placeon the first night of the Festival of Fertility. The feistval which lasts one week, and only comes every 19 years when the Goddess of the Greater Moon and the God of the Lesser Moon meet in the night sky to seduce and romance one another. The fistival that is our greatest chance to once more bear children into our barren world." The great King, last of the line of BaelaWeulf, looked down upon his First Wife and for a moment all could see the love he held for her in his eyes. This was not a marriage only of conveniance and title, but of souls and hearts. "Will you play your part in thie Ritual, beautiful wife?"

"I will my Lord Master and King."

"Then rise, First Wife and Queen, and we will truly begin this Festival. All with watch as we appease the God and Goddess of the Fertile Moons then, as tradition proclaims, all will be free to chose their partners for this night." It was as if, with the King's proclamation, that every body in the Great Hall had been holding its breath and now collectively released it as the First Wife, now Queen upon the King's word, stood. With her back still to the occupants of the Great Hall she let her sheer gown fall from her shoulders and slip down her body to pile at her feet. As she stepped free of the gown she turned to the people and, raising her arms, showed them her lush body- clean shaven and shining with fresh oil.

"Let the Festival begin!"

Her King stood behind her and, as he sat, her pulled hier with him so that she sat upon his lap. All in teh Great Hall watched as the King spread his wife's legs and let his hand slip between the woman's lips into the moistness between them and, as she moaned, her began to tease her clit and open her pussy for what was to come.

Solys had readied herself for this part of the Ritual, knowing that the Goddess of the Greater Moon must first be pleased to that she would grant fertility of egg to the woman. It did not take long for her to reach her first climax, her back arching and her breasts thrusting outwards as those in the room cheered.

With the Goddess of the Greater Moon pleased Solys rose enough to allow her King's hard cock into her body. He had been ready, his passion for his wife adding to his apparant arousal. This, again, brought a collective of cuaght breath, as the Joining was the most important part of the Ritual. In the 25 years since the Darkness had begun to spread less than a handful of children had been born, the King and Queen among those few, for a plague had taken their ability to give birth. Few women were fertile, the Elves and Dwarves remdered completely barren, as were the Shapeshifters. To the halflings only once child had been born in 25 years. It was believed, though, that one day a child would be born, a child prophesies said would be born unto a mighty Warrior King who would save the Know World from the madness that spread across it and his Queen of many talents. This child would be the sign that the Darkness would soon be defeated and that the Known World would once more have children to grace its lands. Only then could teh True Evil that had birthed the Darkness be defeated.

Many believed that is would be this king, the last of teh mighty line of Murtas BaelaWeulf, that would father the child.

The King and his Queen moved in unison now, the King's hands cupping Supple breasts and tweaking erect nipples in worship of that which had fed every child born and in hopes that it would soon feed the first of a new generation. With one might cry the King and his wife completed the Ritual, and the King gave to his Queen his sacred Seed.

Now, he proclaimed, those within the Great Hall were free to dine and to follow the example of their king and queen. In this week many would precreate with any who would have them, but the King and Queen would have inly passion for one another.

As the Queen took her place beside her King he called for teh concubines to come forawrd. In a flood they moved from doors on either side of teh Great Hall, any gracing the arms and laps and tables of those dining within the hal. A few were high enough in rank among the wives and concubines to serve the King and Queen themselves, and they rushed forward to their places. Two served teh King, filling his place and bowing to his every command, and two knelt between the legs of the Queen to clean the seed that spilled forth onto her thighs with their mouths.

No woman would have the King, though, and no man the Queen.

Deep in the darkness at either side of the Royal Platform the King's elf and the Queens shapeshifter exchanged glances. They had watched the Ritual from their places among the shadows, outsiders among those who celebrated, and now they would go about their nightly business, each fulfilling his duties to their Lord and Lady.

From within the horde of celebrants another outsider watched on the fringes of the candlelight. She, as well, had duties to tend to that night. A battle was coming to this mighty kingdom, and she must be sure the king is not warned. Within her bones she could feel the tension of impending war and she began to make her way through the throngs, searching out the souls she would claim.

 

[Garelock]

"Look I see that this pathway isn't going to be free you fool! That's why we call it a barricade! The whole point is so it's blocked off so that nobody can enter or exit! Must I be surrounded by idiots!" Being the general wasn't easy work. In fact, it was a pretty stressful job. Taking this occupation meant that one had to be in charge of an army and to train that force with as much experience and wisdom as possible. However, when that person training soldiers happens to not even be the same race as their men the complication level gets higher.

Inside the war room under the kingdom Vander Silverbell and the king's men in the form of leading captains were trying to get a defense plan going and offensive if necessary. There wasn't much to be known about the enemy. That's what made combat against this foe such a difficult task. The room itself seemed to be more of a well dressed dungeon than anything with a miniscule amount of candles to light the space. There was a lot of nice decorations just to take away from the gloomy feel of the place but to no avail. One can't make an ugly duckling beautiful on the outside.

"Our archers can not be placed on the top of the castle like the last time. The enemy will expect that. For crying out loud that is the essence of what every kingdom does. Let them sit from the windows. While the opposing force may fire arrows laced with fire to set those windows on ablaze. From there, our ground forces can do most of the bashing. Yes, that could do very well," Vander formulated.

"We need to take these battle plans to the king for approval. There is nothing worse than being on the battlefield and needing the best wishes of our lord and not having it. This situation will be better if I were to allow everything to be done early," Vander said while taking up a scroll-like battle scheme and rolling it up to pocket it.

"What would I not give for a nice escape to the ice realms? The hot springs there would be a nice alternative to this everyday work. And to think, they expect me to do everything when it concerns our army. That is what I get for wanting to be the top man I suppose. When it comes to the farmer one has to farm the field that has been imposed upon themselves by their own hands," Vander thought to himself. He started heading upstairs with a candle in hand. His captains were in close pursuit.

 

[cats]

Equ

IC: No man can service the queen no woman can service the king. I really hope her Majesty will keep the king occupied tonight, because I don't know what I'd do if his Majesty wanted my company tonight. Besides I don't know where I lie in this human ritual. Do I count as a man because I am a man or do I count as a woman because I am acting as one.

Well I am just glad I am up here. I looked to my side. It seems the general is doing his job, that is good perhaps I should do mine. I looked down at the unfolding orgy. "Then again maybe I do want something tonight." I gazed over at the king and queen. No I have go prepare their room for later. After that I can be distracted.

 

[Longleg]

Heathcliff

The womans screams rebounded against the trees echoing along the valley. A road ran along the certer of the valley but few travelled it now and none dared to verture along its route at night and a woman in these woods was either mad or an idiot , better to walk along city streets with a sign around their neck proclaiming the openness of their legs, than travel this dark valley and be defiled.

The screams blasted their way along the valley again but with one exception only hungry men heard her , men chasing prey, men seeking control.

Heathcliff's eyes narrowed as his sences picked out the noise of an approaching mass, he was on the road and the ground in the direction of the noises sloped down towards his position.

Movement caught his eye a stumbling mass followed by others more surefooted, bigger and moving fast.

The stumbling form reached him and looked up in shock "Help me please" the words were pathetic and pain fulled the women beautiful in her own way, she was naked her body firm but covered in cuts from branches.

Heathcliff hadn't moved or acknowledged the woman when seven brutish figures came to a stop.

Their mouths were foul and let loose abuse upon Heathcliff.

It happened very quickly, four died bolts to their throats before the other three realised the man in darkness had moved, a blade sounded and took a man in the stomach and another in the throat before the last brute had shifted his knive into a defensive position.

The brutes move achieved nothing as a blade flashed past his body quicker than lightening, looking down the brute saw a line of blood on his torso and collapsed in what looked to be a deep sleep.

Sara had been stupid to ignore her father's warning about John, she would never have believed he would have left her to these men to pay a debt. When she had reached the man on the road he seemed not to care but she had seen him kill those horrible men in a blink of an eye as if there were defenceless babies.

"Thank you sir , thank you" her mind confused , relieved and joyful at her rescue and something else "I offer myself to you on this festive night sir it is right that we all should fornicate in celebration"

Heathcliff looked at the woman his mind clear , he had saved women before some offered their bodies and sometimes he took them up on the offer, this night held no meaning to him yet it had been a while.

"Spread your legs" the woman complied and Heathcliff untied the bindings around his penis releasing it into the night air.

With a quick movement he lay on top of her , and entered her, his body felt pleasure from the act but nothing more, no desire no need she was a vassel for his seed soon to be forgotten.

Two hours later he watched the girl enter her fathers home near the small town that had been built around the long abandoned mine in the valley she was a mess of naked tears, when they were leaving the place of their long fuck she had asked for his cape to keep warm , he had ignored her.

Heathcliff walked away from the town, a few miles of travel later he found a place to stay the night, he built no fire and sleep with his back to a large tree.

Nothing mattered to him anymore he was bored out of his tree

However the palace was half a days journey from his resting place maybe he would go there, maybe he wouldn't. Maybe tommorrow something would interest him.

 

[DracnKitten]

Finally the queen tired of the women's attentions and she shooed them away, motioning for her shapeshifter to come forward. She was bored, and uneffected by the orgy that had begun on the tables, floors and against the walls of the large dining area.

"Bring me some of that wine I keep hidden away."

She wanted the wone with the aphrodesiac in it. She imagined that if she drank a bit of that she would be back in her usual mood. There was a heaviness weighing on her this night, and she wanted it gone. It ruined her usual lust for the appetites of flesh. She would remember to use the Shapeshifter for other purposes soon.

"And bring the king a new glass as well." It was an afterthought, but a good one.

 

[cats]

Lufia

IC: I aproached Solys, she had a funny look about her. I wonder what was truobling her. "Bring me some of that wine I keep hidden away." 'Yes your majesty.' Her mind was in another place, I wonderd if she even heard me, how very odd. 'And bring the king a new glass as well.' I nodded once more and entered into her private chambers.

I walked past her bed, and vanity to a corner of her room out of veiw of the hall. This was Solys private wine cellar. I move threw the selection and eyed the label on each bottle. "Ah here we go." I pulled out a bottle with vanity root sunk at its bottom. The root was a legendary aphrodisiac and had become extremely expensive over the last 25 years.

I grabed a set of crystal chalices, and poured the white wine in slowly. I twisted my arm as I stopped pouring to catch the last drop back in the bottle. I placed the two onto a gold plater and then placed a china plate at its center. On the plate I placed two stawberries and a bit of cheese.

I returned to the queen in the great hall. "For your majesties."

 

[DracnKitten]

Solys looked up. In the few moments it had taken "Lufia" to return with the wine she had nearly forgotten it. She smiled absently and took one of the wine glasses, handing the other to her husband. He smiled absently as well. There was love in his eyes, but there was something deeper. The again any who spent time near him knew he was always troubled. He took the weight of the world upon his shoulders with each passing day. And with each passing day it threatened to crush him.

She motioned for Lufie to set the plate between them, with thanks. Before Lufia could walk away she motioned that she wanted the shapeshifter to keep an eye open for trouble, and to meet her in her rooms later, with the king.

She then turned to her wine glass, silently toasting her king and praying for a child to grow within her belly. Then she drank.

 

[cats]

Equ

IC: And now I am a look out. Well I still have my duties to preform, I'm not getting salary plus room and board for free you know. I moved over to the mian entrance and left. I waved to the gaurd and made my way up to the kings private chambers. I then took off the lenin and placed on a silk sheet. I fluffed the pillows and traveled down to the kitchen.

"Is the meal ready?" I felt foolish and noticed the snack tray sitting infron of me. I took it and returned to the kings chamber. I placed it on a small stand. I then went to the fruit basket and checked them for freshness. I smiled and took a small bunch of grapes and moved back toward the main hall, picking te grapes off and eating them one by one. "Yep still fresh, from the mourning."

I entered the travel hall, just outside the great hall. I waved to the gaurd once more and then trouble entered. The front gate opened and in walked and exausted boy with a sealed letter. 'Stop, let me check your papers.' The gaurd stated.

I walked over to the mesenger and suported him. 'Message for your king.' I noticed the wax sealing the letter, but did not recagnise the signet. "I'll help im to the king and queen."

 

[macmillian]

The Barren War

The mountain People or "The Clans"

The people of the mountains and known as " The Clans " have been driven out of their homes and their mountains by" The Sourece of Darkness." They had been fighting them for many years. They have grown stronger as we grew weaker untill will finally had to abandon the fight and flee from our homes and our mountains.

The Elders and Priests that were still alive held council and it was decided to head south, across nomad lands and then to the Kingdom of SentaWeulf to ask for a place for the people to live. Druid Priest and Warrior Garth Mc Greggor was made march warden and he was in complete control of the move.

We were now less then half our number and half of that included women and children. We traveled in three columns, with a vanguard, a rear guard and and command group. The center column was our carts and wagons, women, children and the wounded, Food and supplies. The rest was what remained of our warriors. Our main forces were in the two flanking columns and the rear guard. A small group in the vanguard and we had scouts out on all sides.

 

[vwnut]

"I said would you like another ale?"
The barmaids gruff voice jerked Therin out of his daydream. "Yes, please." He said with a quick, but grim smile. Something was troubling him, but he wasn't quite sure what it was. There was something dark in the air, something foreboding, and almost palpable. The sound of a glass of ale hitting the table in front of him pulled him once again from his thoughts.

"That will be another 2 coppers" says the barmaid, this time sweetening her voice a bit in hopes for a tip. Therin looks at her and presses 2 copper pieces into her hand. "Aside from her dirty apron rough demeanor, she's pretty" he thinks to himself. With another smile he says to her "And may I buy you one as well miss?" For a moment her eyes light up with fire, but it is quickly qualmed when she eyes his broad chest, large hands, and the muscle striations rippling in his forearms as he dances a coin over his knuckles. With a sly grin she tells him that she is not allowed to drink in the common room, but he is welcome to join her in the back room.

Therin grabs his ale and follows her through the kitchen to a small room with a sparse furnishings, closing the door behind them. The maid draws herself an ale and sets it on the table. Therin follows suit and sets his next to it. She has barely set her cup down when Therin grabs her wrist and pulls her quickly into him, pressing her soft body against his, and pressing his lips to hers. They kiss deeply, their tongues mingling. Therin lifts her skirt, and looks down to see a small patch of hair perfectly matched to the fiery red locks on her head. Suddenly, there is a crash as the door. The wood splinters as it is sheared from its hinges. Immediately Therin is looking at a very large, and very angry man, who is obviously not pleased with what is going on. "My Husband!" The barmaid cries. Not wasting a moment, Therin quickly surveys the room, and sees a small window. He sprints to the other side of the room, makes a flying jump, and soars feet first from the window, realizing after the fact how lucky he was that this tavern did not have the means to afford glass for their windows. Therin landed on his feet at a full sprint. He covered as much ground as he could, until he could no longer hear the sounds of the barmaid's husband.

As Therin wandered the streets, he heard many fanfares and cheers coming from the castle. Intrigued, he decided he would head that way to see exactly what all the fuss was about.

 

[macmillian]

The Barren War

We crossed the lands of the nomad tribes and reached the river that signaled the start of the beginning of the Kingdom of SentaWeulf. We turned west along the river looking for a place to cross. We came upon and empty town with a bridge across the river.

It was a walled town that sat on a bluff above the river and the bridge. The bridge had fortifications on both ends, but there was no one stationed there now. We checked the town and it indeed was empty and I do mean empty. All that remained was the buildings and the wall. The place had been completely emptied. We were all tired and needed to rest and this was perfect. We could defend the town very well with the warriors that remained. So the Elders gave the word and the Clans moved into the deserted town.

I picked two of my best warriors and asigned them to be an escort for one of our Druid Priests to go to the court of SentaWeulf. The Priest was to inform the King that we were here in this town and to offer him our services. If they accepted our offer, I would then go in to meet with them and make final arrangements. On till then, our warriors were told not to engage any except for the forces of Darkness. So we settled in to the town and waited.

 

[gagonthis]

Joal sat upon his throne, clothed in his ceremonial garb as he watched the doorway at the other end, waiting patiently for the emerging of his bride and the beginning of the festival of fertility. Joal had never been a man who put much stock in celebration, preferring to focus on the problems of the kingdom rather than spending his time lost in drink. Still he sat patiently through his, knowing how important, especially now, the festival of fertility was to the people. It gave them hope, allowed them to see some bit of light in a land blighted with darkness.

His queen emerged and the crowd took a collective gasp of wonder. Joal as well found his breath coming shortly as she glided down the long hall towards him. Even after all these years she could still cause his blood to heat with the simplest of movements. She approached him and the ritual phrases were exchanged before he took her in his lap to begin the praise to the Goddess of fertility. Soon he gasped in pleasure as he entered her, leaning his head back as he thrust himself into her over and over, finally climaxing, delivering the seed to the cheers of the people.

Many minutes later he sat at the head of a grand table, feasting with his people and his beautiful wife, the shapeshifter Lufie and his good Elven friend Vander notably absent. He shrugged slightly as he sipped the wine, allowing himself to relax for what seemed the first time in many moons, the wine quickly heating his blood for his wife once more.

 

[DracnKitten]

Solys
Solys watched her husband, watched the wine take effect, and she smiled. Her own blood had begun to heat back up and now she toyed with the idea of deserting the main hall for a smaller, more private room.

This night would be the first night she shared her King's bed as his queen. Many times she had shared it as his wife, but so had any of the others. Now the bed would be hers, and hers alone to please him in. She nearly trembled with anticipation, her usual control gone to the wayside as she leaned toward him, catching him in playful but very deliberate kiss.

As she pulled away she sensed Equ coming up behind her, and she saw the worn and tired boy. She straitened in her seat and watched, waiting. They would not speak to her, in this case it was the king that would have to answer.

Lemura
Lemura had found herelf a lap close to the king to occupy herself with, and she kept an eye upon those above her. Her beautiful golden head bobbed in the lap of a man of his stature but little interest to her. He did not seem to care with his hands tangled in her long locks, guiding her questing mouth up and down his shaft.

She had been watching for a warrior, a strong man who would be a challange, to bring message to the king of the infiltration, but instead she was greeted with the image of a warn out boy.

She began to reach into the mind of the king, before the boy even spoke, to work her magic so that he would not believe what the boy would say, but she found a barrier that eluded and angered her. Few upon this world could escape the power of her mind, and that he was so steeled against it set within her a rage. None would see it, it would boil slowly beneath the surface, invisibe, but it would be there all the same.

She would have to use a different tactic.

 

[Katamari Roller]

Today, the training had been pretty light.

Edel felt her men's excitement as they approached the castle. It had been a long day of exploration. Edel made sure she and her men rode through the lands near the palace every few days, so that an enemy attack would not find them wondering where to move the troops. Relying on maps was not something Edel liked too much, because they hid many things to the human eye and could be stolen by a thief. Evacuation routes, hideouts, defensible places... all of these, Edel and her men memorized.

So today, the Royal Guard were rested, and as evening came their excitement grew. Edel tried to drive her mind from the thoughts inspired by the date, the growing darkness, and the lights of the castle. She knew what was going on right now... and that was why the training had been light.

Maybe I am being too condescent with them...

Edel was not one to care about the feast. As much as she understood the finality and importance of it, she couldn't bring herself to take part in it. She had responsibilities... yes, that was it. Responsibilities. It was not embarrassment. Although...

Edel frowned, and shook her head slightly, resenting the way she tip-toed around certain issues that were of such grave importance to the kingdom. Her men were aware of this, so shut their mouths and made sure to keep a straight smile. Not difficult, seeing how they were not young boys anymore.

Dismounting at the stables, Edel went into the palace, and to the main hall where the orgy would be having place. But, thinking twice about it, decided to go the long way around. It would not do to present herself to the Royal Couple flustered, showing any kind of need. The captain of the Royal Guard had to be in control of her passions, with no exception. As for the Royal Guards themselves... Edel chose not to deprive them of their well earned stress relief.

Stopping before the side-doors, Edel turned to a guard, and handed him her armor and weapons. One thing was being the captain of the Guard, and another quite different coming into the hall during the festival of fertility in battle dress. At least a bit of dust on her boots would not be as great an affront. But by now, the king knew Edel well enough to know that the dust was a sign of her loyalty, devotion and effort, not one of her running around, chatting up men to get them in bed.

When she stepped in, Edel instantly became tense and rigid. The smell was what Edel feared the most, and she hurried with brisk pacing to stand behind the king. The less she was seen, the less she would interfere with the fun going on.

Reporting to the king was, of course, not really necessary all the time. But, Edel was adamant about it. Not just because of some mistaken idea of soldierly professionalism, but because the presence of the Royal Guard in palace meant absolute security. And today, Edel's nervousness about the feast had made her lag on her return to the castle. With all the reports coming from the dark forces' attacks, the absence of the Royal Guard for more than usual was never a good omen.

Bowing at his side somewhat stiffly, Edel closed her eyes and addressed the king, hoping he would not be angry at this intrusion of military matters into such a ... 'joyful' event.

"My Lord, the Royal Guard is back. Nothing to report."

 

[cats]

Lufia

IC: 'My Lord, the Royal Guard is back. Nothing to report.' Hmm, how odd that Edel sn't aware of the meesenger. "Edel you might want to stay here for a bit." I waited for the boy to dilver his message. Ha boy, how the times have changed I considr this person a child and he has to be 25 or older.

 

[Katamari Roller]

The way Lufia spoke, Edel guessed that was not an invitation, so it had to be something important enough to make her remain in what was a quite embarrassing and uncomfortable place.

Lufia, or Equ, was someone Edel trusted. In fact, she was the one Edel trusted the most right after the Royal Couple. So she knew very well that Lufia had a good reason to keep her there. Edel had to tell herself that at least four or five times to steel her resolve. It was the smell... horribly penetrating, invading her mind with no chance of getting rid of it even if she half-choked herself.

Standing firm beside the king, Edel averted her eyes from the feast as much as she could, blushing as her body started to feel different. But that was as far as it would go. That was as far as Edel was going to let it go. Clearing her mind, Edel crossed her arms behind her back, and dug her nails into the palm of her hands. Because she was a warrior, they were not specially long, so the pain was enough to distract her without actually incurring injury to her hands.

I hope the messenger hurries...

 

[gagonthis]

Joal sat observing the festivities taking place around him. He sighed slightly at the debauchery of the festival, but forced his own trepidations down as he remembered how important the ceremony was, especially with the birth rate so low this was the one time that many people could let their cares go and perhaps the massive amounts of sex would lead to the rarest of all treasures now, a human birth. Joal was willing to put up with anything, no matter how much it might go against his own personal beliefs for the good of his kingdom. The darkness would not take Senta as easily as it had taken so many other nations.

Still he found that with each sip of the wine in front of him the scene before him became less disturbing and more arousing to him. The thought never crossed his mind that the mind could be laced with anything at all, not that he would have cared if Solys had come forth and told him. It was relaxing him, a feeling he welcomed eagerly. His blood flamed up as his wife leaned over, pressing her lips to his. He growled playfully at her as she pulled away, wanting nothing more than to take her away to their private chambers, but knowing he still had duties to attend to in the festival.

He turned at he voice at his back, smiling slightly as he saw the captain of the royal guard. He looked her up and down, the aphrodisiac in his blood and sight of so much raw sexuality all around him made him see her in a light that he had never considered before. He shook his head slightly as she spoke and he nodded to her slightly. “Good, it would not do for their to be trouble in my realm on this great day. Stay Edel, enjoy the drink and food provided. You spend too much time tending to the land, tend to yourself for an evening.” He said with a smile as he raised his glass in a toast to his subjects.

 

[Katamari Roller]

Edel nodded, directing a vague smile of feigned gratefulness at the King. I better make some good out of the situation...

Practical as usual, Edel thought that at the very least, she could eat something better than warm meat and bread. This meat would be hot, come with potatoes, tomatoes and some other healthy accompaniaments, and with a drink. Edel was not a drinker, but she did enjoy wine every now and then. Truth was, Edel had always felt more at home in the country, having her food out of a basket under a tree, than sitting at a feasting table with clean mantles and silver cutlery.

That showed when her chair's legs rubbed across the floor making a deep, rumbling noise, as Edel pulled it away one-handed. She blushed a bit more, conscious of how out of place she felt, and was, in this place and time. Acting with slower motions, Edel took a glass of wine, and raised it in the air, answering to the King's toast, and waiting for him to drink first. Meanwhile, she heard the noises coming from behind her... and she again had to steel herself against the thoughts creeping into her mind, like inquisitive fingers on an unknown body...

 

[Crush360]

Otto sat in his casual clothing, a blue tunic and a pair of working boots, in his room. A lone candle lit his small table as he read over one of his books, had recently sold one he had just finished, using the money to buy this. He had recycled his reading material this way countless times, as he was always in a new place, and the books were always exotic to the local shop keeper.

Turning a page, his candle suddenly flickered out. He calmly looked out the window and noticed that the castle was all lit up. Squinting for a moment, he recalled that the inn keeper had talked something of the "Festival of Fertility". Looking out the window, he realized that he knew little of sex, having been brought up in such a clean manner, he knew but basic things that the gaurds of his monastary had told him.

Closing his book, Otto decided he might learn alittle by observing, and maybe get something to eat, that was where the inn keeper was eating. He closed the door, flicking the bolt shut and turning a blacksmith-wrought key in the lock. After a few tries, it finally locked, and he walked down the road. Comming up to the castle, he smiled at one of the gaurds, and they allowed him in.

He played with the pendant around his neck, pushing a door open with his free hand and sweeping his eyes across the room. Grimacing somewhat, he noticed a foul smell, and that almost everyone in the room was having sex in some form or another. "I don't think I very much like this festival." he said to himself, not mutturing, or grunting, simply stating the fact to himself. He walked up to the bar and placed a silver coin on the table. "I'll take an ale please?" he said, looking at the bar-keep. He thought to himself that the bar-keep looked somewhat frazzled.

He took his ale and sat down at a table, a couple was currently fornicating on said table. He watched them apathetically. Sipping his ale and taking in some information. Otto wouldn't say he was turned on, the woman was ugly, and the man quite hairy. He simply was watching for the sake of seeing how one would go about doing it.

 

[DracnKitten]

Lemura

Lemura's mind reached out to the others at her call. She wrapped the darkness of it arund them and pulled them forward, gave commands. She and the other three had been preparing for weeks, looking for an opening into the castle and a weakness in the King and Queen.

She had found her openening, now to send the scourge.

Over a hundred people, both within and without the castle, had been touched by the inds of the others, and were now filled with the madness. They had carefully contained all signs and symptos awaiting this moment, and now they would be sent forward. Sent forward to kill their own. To kill the King and Queen.

If the plot failed she had to remain anonymous, she HAD to remain in court, and so she would remain an innocent consubine, frightened out of her mind.

She could feel the others coming to her call now, and she saw those within th hall begin to stir, those whose madness began to darken their eyes to the color of old, dry blood.

Her own blood ran cold, and soured, at the taste of the man she was pleasing's cum. As he let loose she swallowed deftly, then left him, wiping her lips on the back o fher hand and moving to a darkeded corner where she might watch unnoticed. Using the power of her ind she cloaked her presence.

 

[Crush360]

Looking up, something suddenly changed in the air, Otto looked around. Why are so many people suddenly looking at the king and queen? Was the first thought that came to him, next was the thought that he was un-armed. His eyes quickly scanned around the room, there were a set of guards outside of the doors who had asked if he could have them hold anything. Maybe they had some swords. Taking a swig of ale, he decided what he would do if anything were to happen. Then he calmly turned back to the two on the table. They were in an interesting position, and he took note of it.

 

[macmillian]

The Barren War

The Emissary and his escort arrived at the palace and were admitted to the inner courtyard where two grooms took their mounts. A captain of the guard escorted the Druid Emissary and escort into the Waiting chamber and order that food and drink be brought for them.

The Druid Priest, Brother-in-law to their leader Garth Mc Greggor, had a sense of forboding. Something was not right. They were told there was a Festival in progress and the King would see them as soon as possible. They could hear the laughing and music, but still there it was in the background.

The Priest alerted his escort and they took a position near an outer wall so they could see the entire chamber and it entries. The wall would also cover their backs. In the meantime the food and drink arrived and they each took turns eating while the others kept watch.

Everything seemed normal to the Priest, but because of his connection with the earth and the elements and all living things told him differently. and so they ate, sat and waited.

 

[Longleg]

Heathcliff opened his eyes , something....

His mind tried to find the cause of the alarm he senced ,but no noise remained unaccounted for.

He closed his eyes again but could not shake off the sence that something was closing in on him...or was at least near him.

After several minutes he got up and wrapped his cloak around against a sudden night chill and disappearred into the dark, his route took him to the palace and while he was some miles from it he began to run , none noted his passing

And the night continued and changed.

 

[macmillian]

The Barren War

The Druid Priest, Cam McTavish, was getting more nervious as time passed. He called a page over and had him bring the Captain of the guard here to me. the page left and I sat down to await his return. My escorts had remove their swords and scabbads and set them across their knees for fast and easy use if needed.

I checked my sword and heavy dagger and I held my staff upright in the crook of my arm. As I looked around the room most of the people here were simplly going about their bussiness, but here and there a few kept glancing twords the Main Banquet Hall or the entrance from the court yard. I had picked out about six or secen and pointed them out to my escorts. They watched them as I continued to search the room.

 

[newlysubbed]

Geean never went to fertility festivals. Her mother and father did not wither.

Her mother had explained that that ritual wouls lessen her a abilites. She never questioned it.