The Seductive Three (open)

[Sweetp4u]

ooc: I know I said I was taking a break from writing and I AM! really! but I had this idea and wanted to share and see if any takers would be interested... Here goes..

IC:

Modern time and modern days, three enchantingly beautiful friends dance around the raging fire that night. Each different than the other, each in her own way secure, successfull and smart. All three single and friends since college, and all three learning the Wiccan arts/ witch craft. None unrespectful, but none really believed it would or could do anything but provide some entertainment for them and a reason to gather every few nights...

That was until this night... As they danced, each dressed in a provocative manner, hair loose and flying, bare foot and hearts hammering wildly to their mental drum beat. The words chanted, something they came across. Something to summon up true love and bring happiness and health to the three..

One misspoken word, uttered just the wrong way altered that reality for them and some how, in a strange way they were not aware of, it opened a portal of time. In a flash, quicker than a humming bird's flicker, they were transported those three. Into a country across the ocean, into a woodland much like their own, deep in the night, back in time....

The year? They were not aware of it, but they went from 2002 back to 1602..


ooc: There is the intro hope it leaves room to grow? Would like to cast the three temptresses and three men of various stations in life whom are challenge by these modern day temptresses. This could be a small thread, it could branch out into a whole nosey village... And it will challenge these three modern business woman to live in a time where witches weren't good and women with brains were well.. you know I dont know if i will take a role in this one yet or not.. Was thinking of a prissy prude preachers wife with a rather 'stout' style *grins* we'll see, perhaps I will just leave this one to the creative minds of the writers of SRP.
All are welcome, new and old alike. First come first serve!

No PM Required, just first come first serve in the role's

 

[StarXChyld]

I'd like a try at this. . .

IC:Melissa Dronan

It was a lark!

Nothing more than a girl’s night out really. Melissa Dronan simply wanted time for herself after working all day, taking care of the kids and keeping her husband, Mark, happy. By the time Friday nights rolled around and Mark made his way to the bar with his buddies from the office, Melissa was ready to throw back a little too. She was entitled, right?

At 32, with long flowing blonde hair and a body that wouldn’t quit, Melissa needed to let off a little extra steam if she was going to seriously devote the rest of her life to Mark and the kids. Lately, she’d been feeling a little wanderlust, as she liked to call it. Her girlfriends had come to her rescue and decided to do this crazy "Coven of the Westlake Witches" routine in the woods behind their sub-division.

Never in her wildest dreams did she think she wind up naked, half way across the world, trying to explain herself to some nasty peasant woman with a menacing looking paddle poised in her hand.

Desperately trying to cover her pert breasts and neatly trimmed little tuff of fur between her long legs, she darted behind her best friend, peering over her shoulder at the angry German woman who was yelling incoherently at the three of them.

"What in the hell did you do?" Where are we? God damn it, Darlene! Fix this! I’ve got to get home. Mark’s going to kill me!"

 

[Lady_Kit]

OOC: SweetP...You may not have a choice about playing at this one! Star tagged me via pm and now that I see the plot...welllll I think that you only have one option. SP, you'd best get your sexy butt in here and take up the role of the third time traveler. Prissy, Prude and Stout! Hah! You like 'em Sassy, Sexy and Svelt...now come along dear, time to play nice with the other girls.

I'll be happy to take up the role of Darlene Martin (#2 Witch) & be back in a bit to flesh her out...

 

[Sweetp4u]

*gasps*

My sassy sexy ass??? OooOooo OO a compliment *wiggles hiney* hehe Alright, alright I will give it a go... Though I think playing a vindictive mean old hag out to hurt the time travelers would be rather amusing... right? no? *bats eyes innocently w/ a questioning look*

 

[Sweetp4u]

Ancestor in process..

ooc: I pm'd angel and invited her in here as a witch but forgot *blushes* I ran errands and it slipped my mind. So I'll still get to be sassy and such not's but as an ancestor in the 'local' village.. Angelofsex will post her character soon, We still need some interested males? Any takers? Pretty please? I will post soon as my freakin nails dry, (only try this once a year and I still cant paint my own nails) *sighs*
ty all for joining and those who may be interested.. take a chance!

 

[StarXChyld]

OOC: Ooooooh, this is going to be fun! Hey, SweetP. . .I thought I kinda gave you an "IN" as the nasty German woman with the big paddle. . .Thought it might be fun to have you chase Kit's nekkid ass through the woods. hehehehe

Oh wait! I'm there too! Run!!!!!!!!!

Sassy, Sexy and Svelt? Hey wait a minute. . .Kit's already all those things! :outs:: Then can I be Wild, Wicked yet Wonderful?

 

[Sweetp4u]

OK

ooc: I wll take the german immigrant. I was gonna set this in england/ wales are. .. so english is spoken lol help us out some. Airborn wants to join. I will get something in mind and post asap

 

[Eroticus]

OOC: It's been a while SP, but it was always fun. I'll never forget the bathroom at Club E. How about a nice hunk of a 17th century man to entertain three (or is it four) young ladies. And where in the world have these ladies been transported to? Perhaps the England of King James I... a perfect place for witchcraft and leachery. Mind if I join?

 

[Lady_Kit]

OOC: Star darlin', you are quintessentially wild & wicked, never fear. Although I'm not sure I like the idea of you encouraging people to spank me...I mean a real friend would do it herself.

SP...I think an ancesstress is a great idea, it will help to smooth things out for the newcomers. She'll soon know that there are witches in the woods, perhaps she'll be good enough to come find us before the little German lady returns with the local priest.

Angel will be a great addition! We'll have quiet a bevy of beauties, I'm sure some men will turn up sooner or later...Ummm Guys! Men Needed! Wanted...Required Even!!

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Darlene Martin
Long curly hair, currently tinted a flaming shade of red; green eyes; curvy figure, full breasts and long legs.

The free spirit of the group, still trying to "find" herself. Since college she has worked in an art gallery, a publishing house, a brokerage firm, and most recently in an upscale antique shop. She's never been married and has happily flitted from man to man, and sometimes to woman. She takes good care of herself and has always been rather pampered by her lovers. She often jokes that her goal in life is to be the kept woman of a billionaire. She's actually smarter than she seems, but just likes her life to be carefree and fun, and men have always provided the means enjoy both.

IC:

"Hexe! Hexe! Gott hilft mir! Bleiben Sie fern! Unterstützen Sie zum Teufel mit Ihnen!"

Nein! Nein! Wir sind nicht Hexen! Frau. ..please...umm..Bitte, Bitte...calm uh...Shit, whats calm?!...umm...Stille hinunter..

Englisch? Sprechen Sie Englisch?

"Priester ... Priester!"

"What in the hell did you do? Where are we? God damn it, Darlene! Fix this! I’ve got to get home. Mark’s going to kill me!"

The old woman ran screaming from the surprised trio; her voice echoing into the growing darkness.

What did I do?! What do you mean what did I do? Why is this suddenly my fault? You know it isn’t always my fault. I can remember..

Darlenes’ stroll down memory lane was interrupted by Melissas’ raised voice.

“Shut up you twit. Focus ok? When did you learn to speak German? That was German wasn’t it?”

Darlene wrapped her arms around her near naked body and headed back to the fire, trying to locate her clothing as she moved through the soft grass. She pulled on the peasant blouse and long skirt that she had been wearing before the “ritual” started and then answered her friend.

Do you want your answers in order of question or importance? Oh, never mind. Yes, that was German; Hans taught me to speak a little German so I could defend myself against his sister, the Hag…and just for your information, the old woman was using a word the Hag frequently used. She was calling us witches and right now, she’s on her way to find the priest. If I were you I’d get dressed and then, we’d better find the third member of the Westlake Coven. If that old woman is any indication, Sweetheart, your husband is the least of our problems.

 

[airborne92]

OOC:

Ian James
dark brown hair and goatee
brown eyes
5'10" tall
170 lbs.

Ian is a highwayman by trade. Dessed in a leather doublet, wool pants, linen shirt, leather riding boots, and a felt hat. He carries a rapier, dagger and two horse pistols. He is out looking for a new area to take advantage of, as well as any hapless travellers.

IC:

I ride along on a empty country road. The night is lit by the almost full moon. I can tell that a village is close by from the increasing number of farms I have seen tonight. This may be a good area to try I think to myself.

The familiar smell of a campfire greets me as I continue down the road. Moments later I can see the flickering light of a fire. I dismount my horse and tie him off to a nearby tree. Slowly I make my way through the trees to see who is at this fire, some possible victims perhaps?

 

[Lady_Kit]

OOC: SP sorry if I bunged anything up with my post. I figured that the German woman was probably a transplant, and not native.

Eroticus, its a pleasure...England sounds great! BTW nice AV

A highwayman...ahh Airborne, a dashing figure to be sure...nice to meet you too.

This is getting better by the minute!

 

[Sweetp4u]

Gretchen (no last name cuz i can't think of any!)

ooc: love to have you Eroticus, always a pleasure (and I mean that one!) writing with you You as well Ab. Ty both for joining..

IC:
Gretchen ()
19 Blonde, blue eyed, not model thin but well muscled and toned from working the farm.
(an ancestor to melissa, though that isnt known just yet) Also dabbles in the arts
Single, yet looking more and more for a suitable (sexy) man to settle down with, (get out from under her parents thumb)
5'5" , shapely in the right places..

I heard the hollering of my grandmother and ran outside, grabbing onto her to calm her. She gasped, clutching her heart and babbling something about witches. I rolled my eyes, my grandmother never did understand things..
My mother had married an englishman, then a few years after I was born brought her widowed mother to live with us on the farm. Still to this day she ranted on about demons and witches and evil sprites of the forest.
"Yes grandmother.. I know I know.. Do go in and rest yourself I will see to these witches.." I pushed her off, her face pale white with fright and trembling, blessing me and chanting something in german about being safe from all harm. Again I rolled my eyes and gathered my skirts. Walking through the garden and through the bushes I came upon our 'witches'. I paused in stride, my eyes wide as I took in their appearences. Short hair? Hanging down their backs? Good Lord! And to top it off, parading around in the buff!? This would not do, this would not do at all!
"Hello? Do you speak english?" They did not hear me at first as their strange words came to me. They are arguing, but in an english I could barely understand.
"Pardon me? Hello?" I sighed and stepped forward, "HELLO!" Now that got their attention, I just prayed my mother did not hear me yelling.


(psssst! Introduce her to shaving!!! *scratches*)

 

[Eroticus]

Basil

Basil Hawking
Stone Cutter
Builder of Churches
5”10”
185 pounds, well built
Curly blond hair
Blue eyes
31 years old
Widowed. Family killed in a fire.
Quite handsome, rough edges

IC: It was going to be the greatest Cathedral of it’s time in England. Already half built, it was a work of art. I was honored to be selected as the master stone craftsman for the project. Another day’s work was nearing the end. I lived in a small room across the woods and glen in the village of Westshire.

I was looking forward to relaxing for a bit then going to the pub for a pint and some warm stew. Perhaps one of the young village wenches would be there. It had been lonely ever since Claire and our baby died tragically in the town fire over in Hertford.

As I was walking through the woods I heard voices and shouting. Chaos and confusion were evident. I hid behind a tree and gasped at the sight before me. Two young lasses, completely naked, were yelling at each other. Their hair glowed and bounced with a luster that was almost… magical. Yes, it must be. These were witches and I had stumbled into their coven.

 

[airborne92]

I crouch down in some bushes near the edge of the glade. There are two women standing around the fire arguing in english, though a strange accent to be sure. They are beautiful, yet almost magical. They must be witches, for no others could posess such beauty.

Suddenly a young village girl burst into the glade, attempting to get their attention. It worked, they stop arguing and look at the girl.

 

[Lady_Kit]

Darlene

Melissa, get your clothes on, hurry, that woman could be back anytime...

"HELLO!" yelled a voice from the edge clearing.

Darlene and Melissa turned as one to look at the newcomer.

Oh thank goodness, you speak English! I'd pretty much used up my German. Listen, we're uh..travelers and we've lost our way. We also seem to have misplaced one of our companions. Can you help us?

Darlene could hear Melissa scrabbling for her clothes. As odd as it seemed the only thing she could think of was that anyone who had gotten dressed in the back seat of a car as often as Mel had ought to be able cover herself up faster than this.

When the girl didn't responde, Darlene smiled and took a step toward her.

Hi...I'm Darlene...and this is Melissa. Whats your name honey?

 

[Angelofsex]

Mary McGraft

OOC: Mary was 1 of 7 kids and when on her own after college. Her college years were great with meeting Melissa and Darlene. They have become very close, just as sisters,

Mary is 5'6", black hair and very dark brown eyes, almost black. She work in Pubic Relation at a radio station for 5 years now. A little on the wide side even at her age. Never married, could never stay with one man.

Sorry for not getting here sooner to post.

IC: The last thing I remember was kidding around with words, with them. We did so much in college in saying them figure it would be fun again. But little did I know, I mix them up.

Where the hell was I, and where were they. "Darlene", I called, "Milissa", no one answer. "Is any one around," well I continue walking abit. "Darlene, answer me where are you?" I scream, then I did the same for Melissa.

Don't tell me I did it to myself, getting lost. It's funny no houses yet, and I know by now I would have come across some.

"Darlene, Melissa are you guys there?" Never again will I try to remember the words.

 

[StarXChyld]

Melissa was beside herself in anger and embarrassment. It was bad enough that Darlene had made them wear these ridiculous rags but after she’d started her hocus pocus, there had been a loud “Crack”. . .it felt as if a bolt of lightening had ripped the earth right from under them, and now she was standing naked in front of a gawking crowd! Okay, so maybe it wasn’t a crowd. .. an angry German woman and now this little waif of a girl, but still! And in all the confusion, she’d managed to lose one of her contacts as well. Damned if she hadn’t listened to her husband Mark and gone through with the Lasik like he wanted her to. . .

Squinting in the light of the fire, she held up her skirt trying to figure out which was the front and which was the back. She heard Darlene call out to the girl, “Hi...I'm Darlene...and this is Melissa. Whats your name honey?”

Groaning at Darlene’s overused Andrew Dice Clay pick-up line, Melissa managed to spin around and yank on her skirt all at the same time. Same things never change. Snatching her blouse off the ground, she headed for cover once again behind her red-headed friend as she finished dressing.

“Darlene! We’ve no time for chit-chat here. Where the hell is Mary?! If that old Hag went off to get a Priest. . . Damn it, Darlene. . .”, Melissa stamped her bare foot in frustration. “If that woman brings Father Barth down here and he sees me. . . Darlene, Mark is a Deacon in the Church for God’s sake! Oh why couldn’t we just have gone to the Sugar Shack like I suggested? Had a couple of drinks, watched a few guys strut their stuff. . .,” Melissa’s pouting pink lips were trembling, “I’m going home NOW!”

And with that, Melissa turned on her heel and walked blindly into the nearest tree, knocking herself out cold.

 

[Eroticus]

Basil

I was hard to see well in the darkness of the woods with the sun setting. The flicker of flames from the nearby fire illuminated the two naked women. One was a blond, the other a redhead. Both had bodies worthy of any man’s attention… a little on the thin side but with delicious curves in all the right places. They were startled by that crazy German woman who was married to old Mr. Miller, a local farmer. She ran off screaming about witches.

The two lasses started to pull on their garments when Gretchen, Mr. Miller’s granddaughter, appeared at the edge of the clearing. We knew each other from the village. She was a young pretty thing that turned men’s eyes, but she held her own quite well for one of the fairer sex. She had a way of putting men in their place which made her all that much more desirable.

I was a little concerned for her safety with these two vixens of magic watching her approach. Perhaps they weren’t witches after all, but only wenches passing through and looking to earn enough for a meal and a bed to sleep in for the night. If that were the case they would surely be escorted by a man, and I did not see one around. I stepped out from behind the tree where I had been watching and approached the ladies.

“Hello Gretchen, hello ladies. I hope I’m not interrupting anything important. I was just on my way home from the Cathedral. You two lasses must be strangers to these parts. Don’t believe we’ve met. My name is Basil. Can I help you with anything?”

I stood in the clearing with my hands on my hips wearing my leather pants and wool top open at the shoulders to show my powerful arms. My long blond hair hung down to my shoulders. Just as I stepped out the blond turned and bumped into a tree knocking herself unconscious.

 

[airborne92]

Ian

I watch as one of the women gets dressed, and the other tries to talk to the girl. Suddenly, the woman who was getting dressed turns and walks right into a tree, knocking herself out. At the same instant a large man steps into the clearing. Too many people to try and make some quick money. I turn and make my way back to my horse.

As I approach my horse I can hear someone else coming down the road. It is a women, and I can hear her talking to herself. She is speaking in the same accent as the other two. I move towards the sound of her voice. Hiding behind a tree I draw my dagger as I watch her appraoch. She is a dark haired beauty, and scantily clad. She must be one the witches I saw only moments ago. I will have to be cautious lest she cast a spell on me.

I wait til she passes the tree I am hiding behind. I quickly come up behind her, covering her mouth with my free hand and placing the dagger at her throat.

"Now you witch, try to cast a spell on me and I will kill you right here. What valuables do you have on you? Some gold or jewels perhaps?" I whisper into her ear.

 

[BLACK BART]

Baron Brutus

Will post details of the "Constible of Westford" shortly, Just wanted to rush over and grab the girls...err, position...k?

 

[Sweetp4u]

Gretchen

"Good evening Basil...." I flushed a little, uncertain what to make of these strange women. One was racing around heticly, and slammed into a tree. I watched wide eyed as she fell over and was faint or something.. The other looked just as confused as her friend.
"I am Gretchen Monroe.. Pleased to meet you.." I adverted my eyes as basil came closer, lord dont let him start crying witch as well and bring the priest or worse the constible!
"Ahhh.. Basil.. I believe these poor Lady's were set upon by highway men.." I stressed the words Ladys to give these women a better chance at making it out of this alive. Villagers were afraid of witches and it was against the King's laws. They could be burned alive, hung or worse!
"I need to find them something suitable to wear and get them into safety.. lady's such as these aren't umm familiar with anything around here and..." I stumbled over words, unsure what to say but knowing deep down they needed aid. One had silver things adorning her ears, unsure of what they were I looked a little closer at her lobes. What are those?
"We should find them shelter as well as food.. I know my grandfather would help.... " I hoped!

 

[BLACK BART]

Baron Talon Von Brutus

Born into local royalty the "Baron" has taken the position of local authority, Constable of the small berg of Westford. Normally it is a job that demands little time or attention and leaves the Baron to his pleasures. Though not a polished man he does have a liking for the better things in life, a pretty Lady or a good ale always draws his attentions. At 30 years of age impulsive youth has given way to grudging patience, giving him a fair view of life and the berg's inhabitants.

Standing six foot his dark skin and black hair highlight gray eyes, weighing in at 225 pounds he moves easily on his feet. Like almost all men in the 1600's he is an accomplished hunter for his food and enjoys the hunt of many animals, four legged and two.

The Baron's house is a large two story affair fashioned of brick and mortar, over looking the small river that runs past the growing town. The doors are always open, a pair of large mastiff's guarnteeing no one intrude beyond the large front room and fireplaces that serve to cook food for the entire staff as well as supply heat for the home in the cooler days.

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Talon is in his "courtyard" practicing with the newest of black powder weapons, on his way to becoming adept at pistol and musket both...The squall of an old woman claiming "witches" draws his attention and he begins to try to calm her and gather what information he can from her scattered talk and broken lower english...

"Calm yourself old woman and lead me there if you can't do anything better" He finally informs her, attaching a brace of pistols to his belt as well as the long sword...

 

[Eroticus]

Basil

"Then we must move fast Gretchen. I'll carry the one on the ground and you lead the other. We can go to your grandfather's house, but I am quite worried about you granny."

I picked up the naked body of the young lass lying on the ground and carried her in my arms along with her scanty garments. She began to moan making me think she was regaining her consciousness. The warmth of her smooth skin and the fresh smells from her body were quite intoxicating. Her magnificent creamy breasts with dark swollen caps pointed up at me. I felt myself reacting in a natural way for a man.

These were certainly no ordinary women. It must be true what Gretchen had said... they were fine ladies ambushed by highway men. Perhaps there would be a reward for rescuing them... We approached the small stone house with a thatched roof as we came out of the woods and crossed a field. I noticed a small barn in back.

“Perhaps, Gretchen, the ladies would be safer there than in the house. You could fetch some food and decent clothes. In the morning I will help them get home.”

 

[Steiner]

Father Ambrosius

It had been a long day in Westford's small chapel. First Father Ambrosious had to deal with an itinerant monk - like most of his order he seemed to hold the ridiculous opinon that saintliness was inversely proportional to cleanliness. Ambrosius was a proper priest, and he daily thanked God for the rich men and women who knew that mother church needed their money to do her work.

With the monk escorted to the boundaries of the village and threatened with imprisonment as a vagrant if he didn't move on, Ambrosius had another gruelling session with Mrs Sellerburg - a woman convinced that her every impulse and action was a personal affront to God. Ambrosius had learned, by now, that if he simply exonerated her, she would invent steadily more heinous crimes until he punished her. Recently he'd been adopting quite a fire and brimstone approach to dealing with the woman - an attractive merchants wife in her early thirties - and she seemed to relish the things he said about her, and made her do as pennance. Certainly it got her out of the chapel much quicker than platitudes and Hail Mary's had been doing.

So it was that, as night was drawing in, Father Ambrosius was relaxing with a good book (no, not THAT good book) and a well earned goblet of a local wine. He was relishing the thought of the nights meal to come - a local hunter had tithed generously of spiced venison - and the close of another satisfying day, doing God's work in Westford.

 

[Lady_Kit]

Darlene

"I'm Gretchen Monroe," the young woman said to Darlene. Then she turned to address a strong looking man just emerging from the forest. Darlene heard the girl stress the word ladies, and something about a highway man and she began to create a story to cover their arrival.

Several things happened in quick sucession and Darlene wasn't sure which to address first. The whole situation was a disaster and Mel wasn't makeing it any better. Well, let her go home if she could get there from here. The muted thunk and the shaking of tree limbs drew here eyes and Darlene realized that Melissa wasn't going anywhere for a bit.

How quick you are to understand, Gretchen! We'd be very grateful for your assistance, and that of the strong young man. Since he seems to have my companion well in hand, I'll gather our things and we'll follow you.

Darlene hoped she was doing the right thing and that somewhere along the way they'd find Mary. She worried that their friend had not found them, but hoped that perhaps the other woman had avoided this little trip to the Twilight Zone.