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...
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...
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your characters all sound good so far, I hope we can take this somewhere good. Just one thing sexylilmissie, the Dark Circle is a very sceret organization. The only way to learn about them would be through the rare students of evil arcane lore, or books written about them. If Oraia has contact to such, it's fine 
