THe Dark Circle--a BDSM&Fantasy RP

[Nymph]

The Dark Circle--a BDSM&Fantasy RP

OOC: This thread didn't quite work out when I first posted it, and I figured I might just try again. Who knows? Hope springs eternal

I came up with this weird idea one morning. It's probably way too much exposition for the basic ideas, but if any are nevertheless interested, choose any character you'd like, and join in...I hope we can put some quality and plot-development into this!

A mystic land, maybe real, maybe figment of imagination. A land of knights, wizards and elves, of fantasy and magic...

In the small kingdom of Arestia, a festival will soon take place: the Nightfeast. The origins of the festival have been lost in time, but nevertheless, Arestia celebrates it with fervor.
Indeed, almost every single person in the kingdom--be they peasant or merchant, beggar or noble, knight or wizard, or even one of the few and secretive elves--has come to the great Blackrose Plain before the capital Staras. At sundown, the Nightfeast will begin--with every entertainment that the King has seen fit: Jugglers, dancers, illusionists, various magical displays, and of course several prostitutes.
There is one thing however, which only few people know: the Nightfeast has since ages been the stalking ground of the Dark Circle.
The Dark Circle is a secret league of wizards of differing power and abilities, but all possess mastery of one form of magic, called the Channeling. This skill consists in drawing arcane energy from one's own sexual pleasure, combined with the pain of a victim
(though more can be obtained if the victim is also feeling pleasure as well).
At every Nightfeast, the Dark Brethren, as they call themselves, seek for new slaves to join their circle, or for new Channelers to recruit.
Some have actually heard of the Dark Circle and have come for the very purpose of joining it, others are unsuspectingly approached by a Channeler, for recruiting or enslavement...

The Painlady--supreme leader of the Dark Circle--is the immortal Elven-Mistress Zara. No one knows exactly how old she is, although she looks barely eighteen, except her eyes, which are deep, ageless, and cruel. Some even say that she founded the Dark Circle.
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Zara breathed the sweet evening air as her violet eyes peered into the last rays of the sun. Already great bonfires were lit everywhere on the Blackrose Plain. It was going to be a warm summer night, though not too hot. Zara curled her ruby-red lips up in a mischievous smile. Her hair fell to her waist. It was dark, but glittered in the light, especially of the mon and the stars. Her skin was smooth and flawless, and snow-white. Not pale, just clear, unstained white.
She was clad in a bra and a ground-long skirt, both made of silk of the darkest blue. The silk was gauzy, suggesting transparence, but it did not so much reveal as draw attention.
Zara wore a perfume she had herself created through magic and alchemy...it had proven effective to captivate most men...and many women for that matter...

 

[ßad Kittÿ]

Kristal...

Got a character I'd like to introduce....

Name: Kristal

Type: Evil Faerie (helper to the dark circle)

Age: Eternal (appears about 18)

Height: 5'0

Weight: 100 lbs

Personality: Brash, seductive, conniving.

(If you like, let me know and I will post more )
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Kristal woke up and stretched. She yawned and wiped the sleep from her eyes, and then padded out into the forest. The Nightfeast was coming. Her favorite time of year. New prey. New lovers. New recruits. She walked down the the lake and looked in the water for a telling of the night to come.............

............the lake showed lights of many torches, and many people laughing. But if you look closer....it shows some secretive talking going on.......and a ritual or two....

Kristal curled up by the side of the lake in the sun and went back to sleep. She was going to need her rest.

 

[tmuyo]

i'm confused


what exactly happened to the other one? i kept waiting for people to post but they completely stopped....hmm, well...of you still want me around please pm me or leave a response nymph.

 

[Nymph]

ooc

Bad Kitty, welcome. I hope this'll be fun.

tmuyo, I thought that starting the thread again was a better i dea than trying to salvage the old one. Just let Drizzit enter the action again, and let's do it right this time !

 

[Dianno]

Maura McHale

OOC:


Well, I'm back in, Deja vu and all that

Maura McHale, daughter of Jim McHale, owner of the local tavern "The Elfin's Ear." Maura is 19, but now runs the bar from day to day while her father deals with the suppliers. As is traditional, the busty irish lass has set up a beer tent for the festival.


IC:
As normal, Maura and her two staff could never keep up with the dry throats of the festival. It was enough to keep on her feet, throw the glasses to the customers and make a rough guess at the change before someone forced themselves to the front. And who said short changing drunk customers wasn't allowed?

She glanced over at 'the wenches.' Lisa had been working at the Elfin for a good few months now (including the infamous night of the long pig) but she was worried about Elaine. She looked way too young to be the legal age of 21 for serving drink, and she never seemed to be able to quite handle the male customers. But she worked well and served fast. That counted a lot. As did her dedication. So what if she was underage?

"Would you look at that, Maura?" Lisa pointed out to some commotion over the square, "looks like the Elf's are in town."

"Better crack open the Red Brew then!" Maura joked back. But the incident had put Maura on her guard.

 

[Nymph]

Zara

[ooc] I hope a few more people will join this yet...

IC:

Zara walked through the deepening dusk with light, unclad feet. As of yet, she remained unnoticed, a mere passing figure--this was thanks to a very simple illusion spell which she used when scouting without wanting unnecessary attention.
Many people were on the Plain already, starting to celebrate. Many seemedto have a strong will, a dominant attitude, and a certain degree of cruelty...perfect Chaneller candidates, if it weren't for the small but all-deciding fact that they had no magic whatsoever in them. On the other hand, Zara noticed many men women with a certain subservent streak...yes, there would be oppurtunity for enslavement tonight.

As she walked past the beer tent, Zara's eyes fell on the wenches serving the drinks. The Elven-Mistress had always had a liking for young flesh...

Finally, she dropped her cloaking spell and started walking through the crowds. At the sight of the wonderful elven woman, they opened up and let her pass. Some men looked as though they wanted to grab her a little, but they thought better of it. Which was extremely lucky for them.

Leaning over the bar, Zara looked into the barmaid's eyes and purred in a low, melodious whisper "Do you only sell beer here?"

 

[Dianno]

Maura

Maura wanted to scream 'there's a bloody great big sign behind me saying what we've got." Aw hell, why not, this elf wasn't a regular.

'There's a bloody great big sign behind me saying what we've got!"

Maura's attention couldn't focus on one customer. The corner of her eye picked up on something. Lisa wasat the far end and someone had too much ale by the look of it and had decided to get a closer look at Lisa.

Maura was on him like a shot, with a fast right hook. Pity there were so many people around him that he never fell to the floor.

"Anyone else want one of us, or are you happy with the beer?" she cried out to the audience

 

[tmuyo]

ok, here's the awaited drizzit

transplantation complete. here he is.

drizzit, second in command
ooc: i haven't really written any bondage stuff let alone done any, but this could be a learning experience, and you included my favorite of all mystical species...ELVES!!!!!

drizzit
appears 26
male
dark elf
carry's two scimitars on his sword belt.
lavender pupiless eyes
silver hair

clad in a black leather tunic with arm guards, knee guards and a dislike for humans he approaches the festival as it reaches full swing.

'tonight i will find many slaves fo zara and myself. maybe i can kill a few people if they resist too much. no sense in getting so little energy from a very unwilling participant'i think while touching my scimitars. tonight shall be fun.

 

[Nymph]

Zara chuckled inwardly. What a fiery the spirit the wench had! Here was a tigress she'd have to tame. After throwing a brief glance to the list of drinks, she slowly walked over to the barmaid, around whom the customers were currently looking as though they'd rather not be there.
Slightly leaning, on the counter, Zara purred softly
"I am not content with the beer."

As Maura's glance flashed around, Zara smiled, magically strengthening her perfume a little.
"I would rather prefer some wine. Some Nymph Nectar if you woould be so kind."

 

[Nymph]

ooc

I'm giving this thread one more chance to revive...

 

[tmuyo]

i think you should have limited it to people who are able and willing to post often.

that has been my problem with a few threads. some people just disappear and never post again. or just disappear from lit. i'm currently wondering where the hell, bad kitty went.

 

[Marigold]

Submitted for your approval...

OOC:
Just let me know if jumping in is unwelcome in any way.
Lyssa Rauche, 19, 5'1", 100 lbs, human, dark blonde hair, blue eyes

IC:
Lyssa threaded her way through the crowd, eyes wide with awe. She'd never seen so many folk in one place, as this was her first visit to the city. She'd grown up with her grandmother in a remote cottage visited only by folk who travelled deep into the forest to procure Granny's herbal cures and perhaps have their fortunes told. Lyssa herself had helped Granny make her poltices and droughts until the old woman had finally died the previous spring. The lonliness had been overwhelming, and so Lyssa had ventured from her safe little home to sample the excitements that Nightfeast had to offer. She skirted her way around a sword swallower and tried not to gape, not wanting to appear too provincial. She found herself in front of an Inn of sorts. "The Elfin Ear", she said to herself, reading the sign. She smiled and realized that she was terribly thirsty, and a bit of wine might not go amiss. "Why not?" Her step light and feeling adventurous, she stepped into the inn....

 

[Dianno]

Maura

She couldn't help glancing back over at the Elf. The one that couldn't read, but then that couldn't be helped- Yes it can. Why had I thought that? Maura wasn;t sure. But there were too many people hear to devote herself to one customer. Wasn't there.

"We've got Beer or Red Brew in the tent. You expect me to lift all the stock just so you can have yours? Ain;t gonna happen. Beer or Brew?"

And the rest of the bar staff we're left wondering as Maura waited on an answer.

 

[JustKristin]

May I join you?

OOC -- My character... and let me know if this doesn't fit in...

Lady Ren, daughter of the nobleman Ferard, virgin who has been kept for the future king of Arestia. The feast is the first time she has been brought to the public's discerning eye, but she ducks away from her father's hand before she is properly introduced. This is her one last chance of freedom before she is wed.

5'6, petite frame, golden, spiral curls trail halfway down her back, blue eyes.


IC

Ren had never seen so many strange sights. In only twenty paces she had passed several women dressed without shame, their breasts nearly pouring out of their gowns, and a man who stood no taller than her waist who turned to his friends as she tried to step beside him, his crass comment causing the air to fill with bawdy laughter.

She quickened her steps. Her father would have alerted the guards by now. A drunkard leaned out of the doorway and fell against her, pulling on her hair. "Sech lovely curls, are you blessed elsewhere wit' tem?" More laughter floated from within the tavern, and she pulled away from his yeasty breath.

Her hair. She must hide herself or the guards would have no fight in finding her. She glanced at the tavern the drunkard had stepped from and pushed her way inside...

 

[Marigold]

Lyssa

She pushed her way through the loud, rowdy crowd to the bar, just in time to overhear..."Beer or Brew". Alright. She called out hesitantly "Miss, might I have a mug of beer?" She watched the redhead, having no idea if the woman had heard her or not. Lyssa's gaze went to the elf at the bar, and she blushed at the woman's state of dress, or undress, as the case may be. She looked down at her oen plain homespun skirt and suddenly felt very plain.

 

[Nymph]

Zara

OOC: Warm welcome to Marigold and JustKristin. Thanks a lot for joining us!


Zara smiled an innocent smile, knowing full well that it would enrage the barmaid even further. Of course she had read the sign, but she wanted too see just how hot the fire of this wench's spirit burned.
At that moment, she heard a meek voice through the bellowing crowds--
"Miss, might I have a mug of beer?"

Zara turned, and saw the beautiful blond human standing there, obviously not at home in the thronging crowds. She seemed so young and vulnerable--Zara had to keep herself from licking her lips.

Turning to the barmaid, she smiled again, this time a little seductively, and said
"Well then...some Red Brew for me and a mug of beer for the girl."
She then produced a small diamond and laid it down on the bar. It was in fact quite valuable, but Zara had also put a small enchantment on it, so that whenever Maura would be carrying it with her, she would faintly be smelling Zara's perfume.
Turning once again to the other girl, Zara motioned to her to come closer...

 

[Marigold]

Lyssa

Lyssa stood by in surprise as the scantily clad elf paid for her beer. She'd always heard how unfriendly city people were, and she revised her opinion a bit as the Elf gestured her over with a smile that seemed almost....predatory. Lyssa frowned a bit, mentally scolding herself for being judgemental. She went to the woman, feeling awfully mousy in comparison to the elf's exotic beauty, but she summoned a friendly smile. "Thank you so much for the drink. My name's Lyssa."

 

[Basia]

May I leap in?

OOC: If it is not too late I wouls like to slip in... Here is the info on my character.

Name: Basia

Age: Eighteen

Hight: 5'0

Race: Half Human, Half Elf

Eyes: Bright Blue

Hair: Pale Blond.

IC:

Basia slowly weaves her way through the streets and towards the shops. She was sent out by her parents for a loaf of bread and some eggs, but it was taking her so long to get through the masses gathered today. Yes, today was the morn before the NightFeast, but she had honestly not expected it to be this crowded on the streets. She should have already been back home by now.....

She had finally reached the shop but realizes that in the confusion her coin purse had been taken from her. She tries to barder with the shop keeper. Her pendant, or a ring for the bread and eggs perhaps. Every attempt at a barder leaves her further and further from her goal. Finally she is fircefully removed from the shop, only to wander the streets again for a shop owner that would acept her bard....

 

[Dianno]

Maura

Maura grabbed the ring and with an expert eye quickly assessed the value. It was definitely more than the drink (and more), so she slipped it into the waistband of her flowing skirt and carried on working the parched punters.

Why had the Elf suddenly departed with the wild eyed younger elf? They hadn't walked up to the bar together, which could only mean that something had passed between them. "It's not fair."

"What's not fair?" Lisa shouted over, with a questioning look and a bicep designed for pulling pints and balancing on the bar.

"Not sure, can you cope for a few minutes without me?"

"Last night's session kicking in?" A wicked eyebrow lifted from the lithe wench.

"Could be..." And with that, maura edged out from behind the bar, trying to catch site of the Elf and her prey in the crowd.

 

[JustKristin]

Lady Ren

Her eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness of the room, the smell of ale so strong it burned her with its unfamiliarity. Shouts and laughter filled her ears.

She blinked, then blinked again. Standing before her was the most curious creature, the likes of which she had never seen. For a brief instant, she glanced up at Ren, her eyes the color of coneflowers. Such a color she had never seen in humans.

She gasped with sudden recognition. An elf! Or a witch. She squinted, but the stranger had glanced away, in conversation with a short blonde woman.

Her eyes fell to the seats next to the pair. A cloak lay upon one of the stools carelessly. She had to cover herself or her father's men would find her.

She slowly stole up to the chairs, glancing anxiously at the pair. As her hand slipped out to snatch the cloak, a sudden heat flowed over her hand reaching bone deep...

 

[Nymph]

Zara

OOC: I wonder where tmuyo's gone too...there's more ladies here than I can handle...or perhaps not
btw Dianno, I think Lyssa is aa human.

IC:
Zara was almost chuckling with delight. She could see the barmaid looking for her , but Zara had taken up her cloaking spell again, letting it drop now and then to give her a small glimpse. If Maura had known who the elven-mistress really was, she would now be running away as fast as her legs could carry her.
But as it was, it looked like Zara would have some fun tonight...and then there was still that noblewoman she'd seen.
But for now, there was Lyssa.
"Lyssa" she purred softly. "That's a pretty name for a pretty little girl. Tell me, are you here alone?"

 

[Marigold]

Lyssa

OOC: Yep, Lyssa's human.

IC:
Lyssa shivered a bit as her benefactor's eyes settled upon her. "Lyssa. That's a pretty name for a pretty little girl." Odd, how that should sound condescending, but instead made her feel as if she were somehow special, singled out. "Tell me, are you here alone?"
Lyssa nodded, a little proud of herself for having ventured this far on her own. "Oh, yes. I travelled from my home in Darkwood to the north. I'd heard of Nightfeast all my life, but had never been here before. I can't believe there are this many people in one place!" She smiled, awash with excitement. The city seemed glamorous and a little frightening to her, and she was delighted to have found someone to talk to. "Might I ask your name as well, Miss?"

 

[Nymph]

Zara

So the girl was alone...and no one would miss her. Zara licked her lips as she thought of what she could do to this one, shivering in delight as she thought of the cries of pain and pleasure...

"My name Zara, girl. But come, let us go outside, it's a little crowded in here."

She led the girl outside, making sure to drop the cloaking spell around them so that the barmaid wouldn't lose track of her.

Outside, Zara sat down on a flat stone and invited Lyssa to sit beside her. Since it wasn't very large, they had to sit rather close together.

"Tell me, Lyssa" the elven-mistress said "was there anything special you wished to see tonight?"

 

[Marigold]

Lyssa

She sat by Zara on the stone, grateful for the fresh air after the rather close atmoshpere of the barroom. "I want to see everything. Nothing exciting ever happens in the Forest. I long to see the world and have some adventures. My Granny raised me, and the cottage was just fine for her, but I don't think I'm meant to live the way she did. People used to come to her for potions and such, and she trained me to take her place, but it's just all so...so...boring!" Lyssa finished her little speech on a note of frustration, then blushed for having been so forthcoming with a total stranger. "I'm sorry. You most likely don't understand. You look as though excitement were a little more commonplace in your life than it is in mine. Don't mind my prattling, I just haven't had anyone to talk to in too long." She blushed prettily as she fell silent, still feeling the sting of embarassment for having talked too much.

 

[Nymph]

Zara

Oh, don't worry, little girl. If you knew what sort of excitement will happen to you tonight, you'd have stayed at home.

"Oh, I don't mind Lyssa. It's understandable one as young as you wants to have some adventure. I even think I might be able to help you a little. I can show you some magic, if you want."
Lyssa's eyes lit up. Zara would never quite understand why non-wizards seemed so fascinated by magic. It was not as though they could ever learn it--beyond a few basics, that is.
"But first, I will have to ask you a question. It will decide what sort of magics will work on you, you see. Tell me, Lyssa...are you a virgin?"