The Dark Circle (BDSM&Fantasy)

[Nymph]

OOC: 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...

 

[tmuyo]

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.

 

[Admired_Gandalf]

Gandalf:

Sure, I was elven, but I wasn't a wizard at all. I had found about this Dark Circle, and I wanted to see what was going on within it. They had some strange powers, and I myself wanted in on it. My heart was beating through my chest as I put on a green cloak. I put the hood on to hide my face.

I was hoping this would work. But then again, I was afriad that it wouldn't work. i had no idea how old the members of the Dark Circle were, for I hadn't heard of their age.

Growing up as a boy, my mother had told me storys of these beings. She was one of the few who actually knew about the Dark Circle. she was foolish for telling me these stories. The stories always ended the same way. She always told me to never venture towards it, more less even dream about joining the circle.

I didn't listen to my words of course, and here I am now, standing tall at the age of 25, waiting, hoping that something would happen tonight. I knew there would be a feast tonight, for there is always a big celebration on these nights.

But what would happen if I would be asked to perform magic? I didn't know anything about magic. All I knew how to do was juggle and perform tricks. My mother raised me to be apart of these festivals, but never to be a part of the Dark Circle.

I hoped no one would notice me...

 

[Nymph]

Zara

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.
Then, she saw the well-built figure of Drizzit. A strapping lad. He certainly had his faults--his brutality sometimes overshot the mark, he was a little too eager to spill blood, and his uncontrollable dislike of humans sometimes caused problems with the other dark brethren--but nonetheless, Zara was quite pleased to have him in the Circle.
He was strong of will, and had physical strength to match his magical powers.
Zara's lips quircked into a smile again. She was feeling like a little mischief tonight. Quietly, she appraoched the unsuspecting elf.
After passing a brief admiring glance oer the muscles straining under his leather tunic, she subtly altered her cloaking spell, so that it no longer worked for the Dark Brother.
For Drizzit, it was almost as if Zara had suddenly appeared behind, her entrancing perfume drifting out of nowhere.
"Good even, Channeller," she softly purred, laying a hand on his shoulder.

 

[Admired_Gandalf]

Gandalf :

I walked out of my small hut with my cloak on. The door slammed shut.

I hurried as I heard some of the music already starting off in the background. I didn't paticularly know where I was going, but I followed the music any how.

As a child, I wasn't allowed to go to the festivals, all kids weren't allowed to. We had to stay home. Many times as a child I would sneak away to watch the festives.

And today, today was the first day I would get to go to the festival. I hurried along. It felt as if someone brushed by me. I looked around. Noone was to be found. I then smelt it. It was a beautiful smell. It smelt like it was a womans purfume.

Was it from the festival? Or was it from some woman walking around? But there were no woman nerby, so I assumed it was from the festival. I quickly ran to the open plain and I saw the festival already starting.

I pulled on my hood alittle tighter to make no one knew who I was. If someone found out, they would know for sure I was impersanting someone from the Dark Circle. I would surely be hung for that. (Hanged?)

 

[tmuyo]

drizzit

i began to think of zara. ah, i must be near her perfume. hmm...i feel my shoulder tapped as i scoop up zara from the front and put her on my shoulders...i carry her to the edge of the fields while she puts up little protest.

zara the mischief maker. as i put her down i give her a light swat on the butt. she seems to enjoy it. and meets me with a smile when her eyes meet mine.

 

[papillon24]

Ahnika

OOC: Human Gypsy with a sharp tounge and restless spirit.

I could hear the gaurds behind me as I ran through the crowd. All I had wanted was a loaf of bread to eat but as usual I could not afford it. I figured at the festeval no one would notice me. My feet burned as as I run barefoot. My dancing dress seemed to weigh me down the farther I ran.

I looked back quickly to see where the gaurds were when I hit someone in the crowd. I looked up to see a handsom man looking down at me with disgust in his eyes. I knew who he was. In fact everyone knew who he was. This was the second in comand in the circle.

I brushed my long black hair out of my eyes and bowed my head in fear and started to turned to walk away, hoping I had not just gotten myself into bigger trouble than I already was in.

 

[tmuyo]

drizzit

someone bumps into me as i'm standing before zara. i kiss zara's neck and urn around to see who disturbed me...

"insolent human bitch!" i smack her to the ground with my gauntlet. do you know who we are....? she mutters yes and i smack her once more. "this has cost you you're freedom you human filth" i say as i snap a leash around her throat.

i turn back to zara and drag my new found slave unwillingly behind me. zara smiles a small smile as i brand the human girl as my slave. i work the rune inthe air required to send her to my slave pen.

the girl stares as my finger causes a flame to follow it, burning the air red until the rune iis completed and she is gone.

 

[Dianno]

Maura McHale

OOC:
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, tMaura 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 16, 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.

 

[tmuyo]

drizzit

ooc: please do not anybody touch the 16 year old.

no one make that mistake. me don't need shyguy68 and hecate on us for that one.

remeber everyone is magically eighteen. this is a fantasy afterall.

 

[Dianno]

The Age Thing

OOC:

Yeah, slapped wrists on that one. Although it went clean out my mind when I was composing I could turn round and say that she only *looks* that age and I haven't said anything to tie it down, but that's a bit of a cop out.

I guess nayone who wants to take the character can either magically up her age, make her a mage with an illusion spell, just a young look, take your pick I guess.

Or just concentrate on the feisty soulmate Lisa.

 

[Nymph]

Zara

OOC: Glad we got that age problem solved. Now for the fun

ic:

After Drizzit had teleported the human girl away, Zara whispered into his ear.
"Are you sure you don't want to let her go, and hunt her down afterwards? It would be so much more rewarding. Besides, from hope springs fear, and fear makes the Channeling more effective."

Then, as swiftly as she had come, Zara went away, leaving Drizzit to decided wether he'd take her adive or not...but not before giving him a strong slap on the bottom.

Deciding she didn't really need secrecy(it was not as though people knew anything of her except that she was an elven lady of great beauty), Zara dropped her cloaking spell.
She was, however a little annoyed when all heads around her immediately turned. The perfume! It was much too strong!
A quick spell, and it was reduced, its scent now only apparent to those who were right next to her.

Deciding she could do with a little refreshment, she walked towards the beer tent.
People almost subconsciously opened a way as the beautiful Elven-Mistress passed through the crowd. She noticed several men looking at her with speculative interest, however.
Better not try anything, Gentlemen she though, or you'll be very, very ,very sorry.

Arriving at the front, she cast a lance at the barmaid, noticing her low neckline with appreciation, before staring right in her eyes. Zara loved disconcerting people.
Lwtting her perfume intensify a little, she said in a soft melodious voice "A glass of Rubywine, if you please."

 

[Admired_Gandalf]

Gandalf :

I walked towards the large table set out in the middle of the plain. It was full of food. I walked around the table admiring the food there. I knew I wasn't allowed to sit down, for it was only for the rich upper class people, along with the nobles of course.

This cloak was very itchy. I thought about removing it, but I quickly remembered I was pretending to be a member of the Dark Circle. I pulled on my hood some more. I wanted to make absoultely sure that no one would know I wasn't a member of the Dark Circle.

I walked around some more, and I found lady Zara and I decided to follow her. She was heading towards the Beer Tent and I kept a few feet away. I looked around the place, trying not to make it obvious of what I was really doing.

I hoped she would notice me.

OOC: Sorry, I can't spell today.. I'm so tired.

 

[Nymph]

ooc

Gandalf, I'd like a little clarification(sorry, I'm a little dumb tongiht)
Just why are you pretending to be a member of the Dark Circle? Not many people know the Circle, and its members all know each other.

 

[Admired_Gandalf]

Gandalf:

OOC: Uh, I don't know. I guess I'm dumb too.

 

[tmuyo]

drizzit

i think about what zara has advised. she has a point, however. well, maybe i'll let her go when i get back. let the human run free and hunt her down afterward. but for now she stays where she was.

thinking of the smack on my buttocks that zra has left me with leaves me with the idea of giving her more thna that.

while walking back thruogh the crowd and thinking of zara a humans elbow almost hits me in the face. instictively i pull my scimitar and cut dpward through his back and out his chest. just as quickly as i drew it, i return it to it's sheathe. the humans body slumps and goes unnoticed. these idiots are too drunk to even notice. i gunt in disgust and continue through the grounds.

'hmmm'. i notice a fair elven woman dancing with a few human males who are learing at her thin lithe body. she has stron magics within herself...but is she corrupted enough to be a channeler? i get close enough to sense her mind. i project to her mind a proposition,

<are you a person to be chosen?>

she stops dancing and looks confused. searching the crowd for where the projection came from.

her fear is building i can feel it.

<who are you?!? what do you want?!?> she replies. her chest starting to pulsate. i can hear it from this distance as her blood thunders through my mind.

i make myself appear outlined in red aural light a distance of 10 feet away. <i asked you a question...i should be more specific. do you have what it takes to enjoy suffering? the feeling of excitement at another's pain? do you wish to become part of the dark circle?>

her mouth visibly drops......<my god....it's true...you people are real?...>

she seems to be in a state of shock. so i project once more <take your time, you have until tomorrow night's festivities to decide. if you speak of us i will kill you mentally and physically...and yes, i will enjoy that.> i cease all communication with the girl, setting up a mind block.

<zara, i may have found a channeler candidate> i send to her.

 

[Dianno]

Maura

The glass slapped down onto the bar and Maura's hand was looking for the money. Maura herself was already searching for the next customer who wouldn't wait any longer before leaving.
"Oww!" The keg that Lisa was working on suddenly broke free and rolled out into the isle. And the only thing that stopped it was Maura's shin. She fell to the floor.
"Just what I need on a day like this."
"Sorry!" The sort of look that said life sucks was on Lisa's face. "You okay?"
"Only a scratch, nothing to worry about." So what if it looked purple in a few days, this was always a good money spinner. The bar needed the three girls.
A tiny spark seemed to coarse through Maura's body, and a smell other than the cooling sweat of men drifted under her nose. Looking down at her was a sea of faces, worried about the alcohol flow if the barmaid was out for the day.
"Just relax folks, everything's under control." Maura hopped back to her feet, and rested her left hand on the bar. It took the weight off the limb (which was giving off a dull ache now) and helped push the cleavage out a bit more. Should be good for a few extra tips!
An Elven lady's eyes were looking at hier and maura couldn;t tell if it was with concern or lust. Interesting...

 

[Nymph]

Zara

Zara had to keep herself from laughing as the keg fell. How clumsy those humans were. But here was an opportunity not to be missed.
Nimbly, she climbed over the counter, a quick glance up her skirt or down her bra revealing just not enough--Zara was a Mistress in teasing, and didn't hold with showing off her body too easily.
Before the barmaid could say anything, Zara knelt down, inspecting her bruise.
She let her hand glide down from the girl's thigh to her shin...then she let her magic flow...as Zara stood up again, the bruise had disappeared.
At that moment, she heard a voice in her mind.
<Zara, i may have found a channeler candidate>
She sighed. Drizzit was a good Channeler, but he could be a little annoying sometimes.

<Very good. I am sure you know what to do. Test her, see if she can join us straight away or will have to undergo some training first, and be sure to mark her. I'll see to her myself if I find the time, but for the moment, do not disturb me any further.>

Just as she broke off, she noticed a figure in a green cloak staring at her. An elven lad, obviously barely come of age. Wonderful. Tormenting young ones was such fun!
With sme simple mind magic, she implanted the suggestion in his mind to approach her. It was a very simple spell, he would have no problem resisting it, but he probably would accept this suggestion most willingly.
All the while, Zara's eyes never left the busty serving wench.

 

[Admired_Gandalf]

Gandalf:

OOC: Ok, I've got it now. I am pretending to be a member of the Dark Circle in order to impress humans. So, since you know who all the members are, I am trying not to be seen by the real members of the Dark Circle.

 

[Dianno]

Maura

Maura was this close to dropping the interloper with a hefty right hook. It was her bar, and that meant this Eleven shouldn't be here. But something stopped her.

The bruise was gone. All that was left was a tingle in her shin and a twinkle in the Elven eyes standing next to her. A healer? She'd been warned away by her Fatehr, and the Rune of Protection tattoed on her hip hadn't taken alot of encouragement.

Maura moved in. Healing powers or not, she was an interloper.

"No matter who you are, you shouldn't be on this side of the bar," the pointed finger showed how serious she was. "My bar, my rules. Over you go."

A cocked head indicated back into the crowd and a few of "The Elfin's Ears" regulars started to take a protective interest.

 

[Nymph]

Zara

Zara raised an eyebrow. What a fiery spirit the wench had! And quite a poisonous tongue, too. Well, there would be time to cure that. For now, Zara felt like playing.

"I'm certain I meant no disrespect," she said, smiling almost insolently.
"I noticed you were hurt, and since my powers work only at short range, I had to climb over. I did not know humans are affronted by such behaviour. I can restore the bruise, if you wish."

She kept all mocking out of her tone, if not her words. All the while she kept on smiling at the girl, she slightly strengthened the mind-spell aimed at the elven-lad, who still hadn't come closer.

OOC: Maura, I'd just like to know whether your character is bi or not. I'm sorry if I sound a little blunt, I just want to prevent embarassment later on.

 

[Dianno]

OOC

Maura's not made her mind up yet. Shall we say she lets her eye wander over anyone that takes her fancy. She's still not sure, but wouldn't be averse to it. You'll just have to work on her!

 

[Nymph]

ooc

Ok, thanks for letting me know.
I'll wait for you or Gandalf to post...

 

[Admired_Gandalf]

Gandalf:

A face hid among barrels of smooth beer. Gandalf quietly watched what was going down among the older of the adults, even a few younger children trying to get some beer.

He watched her lips. He watched as she talked and he longed to kiss them. His plan wasn't working at all. Apparently, dressing up like a member of the Dark Circle did nothing but get you pairs of dirty looks.

So, why did the members of the Dark Circle get so much attention? Was it there mystery, no, I doubt that. Did they use some spell?

That was possible, for he had heard many stories about them, and the acts of magic they display at the festivals. He waited to see what she would do next, hoping she wouldn't notice him.

Barrels toppled over.

He tripped over his cloak and sent them flying.... He was noticed...

 

[tmuyo]

the dark circle

ooc: the dark circle is not known by common people. so, it would be hard for them to give you dirty looks. the dark circle is a secretivve group. it's members are not know except by the members and a few who may have read the ancient texts (zara, wanna help me with this oe, i kinda pulled it outta my ass) or something.