The home of the royal family of Casterly, and the capital of the Vaas plains. Please state where you are.
Over the large couch that would be placed on the Resting Room, there was the Queen Metia sitting down on it, and having her back leaning against it. But she wasn’t alone, over her, there was her little daughter, Clarice. The girl was sleeping along with Metia. The both of them looked peacefully and angelic while sleeping, when they could be the opposite whenever they were awake, especially the princess. Clarice was seven years old, but she was very intelligent for her age, and it reaches times, its like you’re dealing with an adult. Unlike her mother, Clarice has a brown long straight hair, but her eyes, were the same color as Metia, a color that could change with the light, times it could look green, or brown. She was wearing some simple red dress, because she wanted that color. Her skin is pale as snow, sometimes it looks like she’s ill. Metia was wearing some white dress, with her jewelry and shoes matching, she wasn’t wearing her crown, because she didn’t wanted to wear it all the time when she was taking care of Clarice.
About the princess personality, its different. She can be an angel like her father, but her wings are black, they never had a white color, its like she has some kind of evil inside her. Metia thinks it is probably a part of her wickedness inside her daughter, but Metia changed with the time, of course she still has her issues here and there, but she started love Henry, with pure meaning and passion, and Clarice was basically the one able to save their marriage. But the time passed, and they noticed the changes in the child, she’s mean, evil, likes to hurt the others, or bring them down with her words. She tends to do pranks to the other maids and servants, or just insults them randomly and quickly, before leave. She’s a troublesome daughter, and sometimes Metia gets mad because her daughter wont behave. She always wanted her children to be evil like her, but time changed her, and now she wants her daughter to behave at least when her father is around.
Clarice would soon wake up, and stare around with her big eyes, she noticed her mother was still asleep, and slowly removed her mother’s arms from her small body, as she could finally stand up. Since her mother was asleep, Clarice was out of her sight. So the little girl, went do what she done best, pranks and hurt the others. She left the resting room, and walked through the hallways, when she finally reached a maids room, she looked around, making sure nobody was watching her, and finally stepped inside the room. Nobody was in there, so it was her chance, she went to the maids closet, and picked up her clothes, picking the ones they probably liked the most, inside the pocket of her red dress, there was a bottle of red ink, and she used that, to ruin the maids clothing. She was having fun, it looked like a little girl drawing, but Clarice clearly had bad intentions.
The light that was afforded her now permanent living quarters slanted across her eyes, but she didn’t turn away. The bright irises weren’t focused on anything specifically, just the wall. She sat the same she did every day, facing away from the bars at an angle. Her hair had been cropped to her chin when she had first been imprisoned, and it almost reached her collar bone now. She’d been permitted a white dress, but it was practically nothing more than a giant rag. None of her situation bothered her; in fact, she didn’t appear to even be aware she was in any kind of situation.
There was only one other prisoner, and he was always staring at her as she stared at the wall. Neither said anything, and really only the man seemed truly alive. Calypso seemed hollow, distant, lifeless. Her wings hadn’t been expanded in months, yet feathers littered the flooring and her cot, if you could call it that. The image was rather depressing.
The years of the War proved to be the end of an era for many of the Kings that ruled the realms. Some lived, some died, and others would be changed, forever. The once young clean shaven King, now had shoulder length golden hair, a goatee and mustache, and he had a new name. He was known as the “Lion”. When the wars came, he was right there, with his fellow knights, not one to stay back behind and let the Generals lead the forces into the battlefield. King Henry flew, and proudly, the crest of the Casterly upon his chest, his Angel sword held aloft. He called for the war, and he wanted to see Casterly rise high above all others.
Diplomacy however would find its way into the throne rooms of many of the major players, and to save complete collapse of Houses, that fell to the sword, a truce was put in place. This was only agreed to by Henry, after many hours of negotiation. He still believed he was right to call for the war, but in a show of good faith, he ended up signing upon the truce parchments.
That was seven years ago. They say that time heals all wounds, even those to the heart. King Henry had spent a long time, dwelling on the fact he believed his wife had deceived him, in not being who she claimed to be, or even if she loved him at all. After all he had done for her, and how he put her on a pedestal showering her in his affection and adoration, she more or less tossed back in his face. Over time, that anger and disdain seeped away, replaced by a different feeling. Oh yes, she had to prove herself to him, and in doing so, she gave birth to their daughter; Clarice. The King had thought that the child would strengthen their marriage, and in essence it did. King Henry was able to see that Metia did in fact love him, probably even more so now. He was not one to shower her in sonnets or poetry, but he treated her as she needed to be.
Clarice was nothing like her siblings; Derek and Selene. Both white angels, and both had the matching personas of what was expected angels. Clarice had black wings and a spirit that one could say was tainted. King Henry’s relationship with Clarice was somewhat strained, and he easily palmed her off to Nanny’s and her mother, than deal with her precocious behavior..
King Henry was seated at his throne, whilst around him were the court, the ladies and lords in waiting, as the Bishop is reading the latest reports that were coming in from around the Vaas Plains, of the faithful and how the church is seeing that the charity is reaching those in need, effected by a plague that had hit a small village. The King showed little emotion, as beside him a Lady in Waiting, dressed formally, handed him a list of the towns people affected.
“Sire…one hundred and twenty so far. Aid is being sent as we speak, along with medicines.”
“Very good, Lady Tanner. Please be seated.”
Lady Tanner dropped a curtsy and gripped the edge of her skirts, gliding along the floor to her seat off to the right. The King’s eyes followed her till settling back on the Bishop, who nodded in acknowledgement of the Lady Tanner’s report. The King then raised his hand and asked the Bishop. “What of that woman that was cast into our dungeons….Calypso, I think her name was.’ The Bishop motioned for the jailer to come forward, and a weazley like fellow came up, taking off his hat and bowing before the King.
“Speak jailer.” The King asked, looking down from the golden throne.
“She lives…barely. Does not speak, hardly moves. Just stares. Probably better if she was executed, Sire.”
“Enough…that will be all.”
The jailer bowed and fell back in line with the other members of the court, while the King drummed his fingers on the arm rest of his throne. He inhaled sharply, which had many hold their breath for his word.
“You are all excused. Leave.”
The court all bowed, and then left in two lines as the headed out of the throne room, leaving the King to his thoughts. Slowly he rose from this golden throne, his long robe flowing down on the ground behind him, as he took a walk to one of the open balcony windows of the Throne room, staring out at the wide lands that were under his protection. He clasped his hands together behind his back, and stared off silently.
“Where is she now.”
Metia mumbled, as she rubbed her face softly, to not ruin her makeup. Pushing herself up from the couch, Metia picked up the edges of her dress, and hurried up to leave the resting room, she needed to find Clarice before she done one of her pranks. Metia always needs to have Clarice on her sight, or else she will do something, if its not Metia, it should be one of the maids, but Clarice is smart enough to fool anyone.
Metia walked through the hallways, her eyes staring at everything, trying her best to find Clarice, she passed by some room, and the door was slightly open, she perked up an eyebrow, and took a look inside, whenever she saw Clarice ruining the other maids clothing with some red ink, Metia gasped.
Metia called out for her, which made the little girl jump slightly and drop more of the red ink over the dresses. This girl needed stop with that stupid behavior of hers. Metia walked up to the girl, and pulled her away from the clothes, making her let go off the bottle of ink, without getting her own hands dirty.
“You need stop acting like that. You can’t ruin peoples clothes, that’s mean. A princess shall behave like one. Your father won’t be happy whenever he finds out about this.”
Metia always tried her best to keep her voice low, when she scolded Clarice. She didn’t wanted to sound like a evil mother, she was trying her best, so whenever she scolded it was with a low yet firm tone.
Clarice, stood on her feet, and looked up at her mother, as she slid her left hand into the pocket of her dress, so she could hide the ink over her fingers. She heard her mothers words, something usual that happen almost everyday, till she mentioned the word father.
“What you talking about? He doesn’t like me, so he won’t care.”
Clarice spoke with her little girls voice. Even if she was little, she knew very well her father’s thought about her. She wasn’t like the others, she had black wings, she was different, she didn’t had the angelic personality as everyone wanted her to. So it was more easy judge her then help her. She doesn’t like the fact her father rather be distant than deal with her, but with the time, she is trying to ignore it, and bother more the other maids and her mother.
Metia stared at the little girl, with an expression, that would basically say “I feel you”. Henry has changed, but Metia doesn’t blame him, because its basically her fault. Pushing those thoughts away, she slid her hands under the little girls arm, and lifted her up from the ground. Now holding her on her arms, Clarice wrapped her legs around her mother’s waist, and her arms around her neck, as she remained on her side, so she could see where was they going.
“Don’t say that again, that’s not true. Your father loves you, he’s just..busy. He’s the King, he has lots of work to do.”
Metia explained to her daughter, as she left the room, and walked through the hallways. She told a maid what had happen, they clearly knew Clarice would end up doing one of her pranks again, but Metia told them, she would give them money to buy another clothes.
Haven Castle was a great white stone keep, veins of black stone ran up the sides and from far away it looked as if glowed in the sun. Up close however, Derek could see the cracks and the crumbling stone and he frowned, the keep would hold however…it had survived Dragon attacks and armies with great swords and trebuchets in the past. Derek headed inside, the guards opened the door for him as he tugged the leather riding gloves of his hands. His Squire Arthur came running. The boy was 13 years old, with blonde curls and a comely face…until he opened his mouth. The gods had seen fit to bless the boy with gaped buck teeth, yet he had every milk maid and chamber girl swooning from Firemarsh to Stormhill. “Where is my Father?” he asked Arthur, tugging of his fur cloak and handing it to the boy “The Throne Room your Grace” he answered, wrestling with the heavy fur. Derek nodded and gave him a pat on the shoulder before gripping the handle of his sword ‘DawnBreaker’ at his hip and darting up the 3 steps to the doors of the throne room. However, he spied his mother and sister before hand. Smiling Derek abandoned his quest with his father, which he was sure would end in an argument anyway. “Well well, what do we have here.” Derek strode forward and gave his mother a peck on the cheek before ruffling his sisters hair “Who have you been terrorizing now little one?” he asked with a grin.
As the King stood silently by the balcony, gazing off into the mountains, his face matching that of his mood, which was dark, Lady Tanner emerged from behind a pillar. The soft sound of her slippers could be heard across the expansive hall, and the King pricked his ears to the sound.
“I thought I told everyone to leave….Lady Tanner.”
Lady Tanner stopped in her place, and then held her hands in front of her, fingers intertwined. She regarded the King thoughtfully, and said softly. “Aye you did, Sire. However, you don’t always send me away. What ails you, M’lord?” Lady Tanner crossed the floor, and stood alongside the King, gazing up at him, as he kept his face straight ahead. The gold of his crown glistened, its prized jewels sparkling. He looked and held himself as a King should. Regal, defined. The crisp air teased at his long golden locks. The King turned his head slightly, watching Lady Tanner out of the corner of his eye.
“You dare to defy me, Lady Tanner?”
“On the contrary, I wish to serve you…as I always have.”
“Then if you serve, you would have left with the rest of the court.”
“Forgive me for saying this, M’lord, but I have known you for years, and this current state you are in. It breaks my heart.” At this point, she actually made a bold move and placed her hand upon his arm. This caused his lips to twitch, and he reached for her hand, to take it from her, when she moved her other hand to cover his. Lady Tanner moved closer to the King, and you could see him pull his head back, unsure of her intent.
“Why do you shut everyone out….Henry?” She had gone as far to use his real name, and this was even a step too bold for the likes of the King. “Mary…you know better than to speak my birth name. People have been sent to the dungeons for less.” He moved her hands off his arm, in a motion that was not heavy handed, but showed he did not appreciate being touched. “Don’t ever do that again.” The King said, with a deeper tone, as Lady Tanner shook her head. “I won’t give up on you. Not like the rest of your family. Please….let me in. Talk to me. You were once able to do that. What happened to you?” At this point she reached for his cheek, and he seized her wrist, in a grip that was like iron.
“Do…NOT…touch me again.” This time, he released her with a flick of his wrist, and turned away from her.
“I asked before NOW, I am commanding you. LEAVE…” The King’s voice was raised and Lady Tanner knew she had pushed too far.
“Forgive me, M’lord. I shall honor your request.” A quick bob and she hurried from the Throne Room, leaving the King again to dwell on his thoughts.
Metia had her left arm under Clarice, so it could be as a support for her to be able to sit down, while her other arm would be wrapped around her small body, as she kissed the little girl’s cheek. Yes, the little princess gave Metia tons of work, but that didn’t meant she wouldn’t love her own children. Selene was never as evil as Metia wanted, but she still loved her daughter with all of her heart. Of course now, they have been distant, since she mostly spends her time with her husband, Joffrey, another thing that Metia wasn’t still pleased about it. But its her princess role, so Metia is trying her best to not interfere.
As they walked, Metia’s oldest son, showed up, Derek was finally back from the hunt, it was usually Henry’s work, but they all know they shall not go against his word now. She felt a kiss upon her own cheek, which made her smile a little, as she allowed him to mess around with his sister.
Clarice was playing with the inside of her cheek, by biting it, as she looked up at her brother. Not much amusement in her expression.
“You’re the next one.”
Clarice mumbled, before look down at her mothers hands. Her comment was towards Derek’s question about her terrorizing people around. Of course, Clarice had already done something to her brother, mostly hide his stuff, but nothing more than that. Her goals was mostly annoy her mother by causing troubles to the maids, and letting her father getting annoyed as well, by having this behavior, she knows it pisses him off.
“Oh god, stop that, Clarice.”
Metia told her, as she looked down at the little girl, and passed a hand over her hair, fixing it.
“Anyway, she’s being a little devil like always. How was your hunting?””
Metia asked, looking back up at her son, waiting for some replay from him. While she was waiting, she noticed Lady Tanner leaving the throne room, she never enjoyed that woman, she was one of the ladies more closer to Henry, and knew him for awhile, then she was young and beautiful, another reason why Metia hates her.
“Oh god, stop that, Clarice.”
So the child was already up to no good, and her Mother unable to control her. A low grunt and he spun on his heel, with his majestic robes trailing in his wake, as he made his exit from the ballroom, only to see Derek had returned from the hunt, and standing addressing Metia and a cheeky looking Clarice. Clarice was being held on her mother’s hip, and the way she nuzzled into her, you could see that the child wanted attention, and yet at the same time was scheming something. The wheels in the King’s mind were turning over, and you had to wonder what exactly he had thought. It was then, it dawned on him. If the child could not be tamed by her Mother, then the girl should be sent to a place where she would learn the harsh realities of royal life.
“Metia….a word with you, when you are free.” He then nodded to his son, Derek and offered what looked to be a smile…of sorts. “Always good to have you home, Derek. I take it the hunt went well.” The King then waited for Metia to speak.
Metia while waiting for some answer from her son, she heard a familiar tough voice. It was from her husband, that slightly sent a shiver through her spine. She tilted her head to the side, and heard him talking about wanting a word with her, whenever she was free. This meant, the conversation was private. Well, then. Derek could take care of Clarice, he at least wouldn’t allow her to do some prank, well, Metia hoped.
Metia replayed with a soft voice, before look back at her daughter. She unwrapped her legs from her waist, and slowly bent down, so she could place the little girl carefully on the ground. With this done, she fixed Clarice’s red dress, and planted a kiss upon her forehead. Metia always thought giving the girl a bit more love would make her change, since she could see that was something missing in the princess life, she thought maybe giving a bit more of love, letting her known she’s loved, her behavior will get better. But sometimes, mother’s love isn’t enough.
She started walking, and when she was besides Derek, she mumbled into his ear, to take care of Clarice on her absent. With this done, Metia just keep on walking, gracefully and confident. She went inside the throne room, since that’s where her husband come from, then she just waited for him to get inside as well, and whenever he did, she lanced her own fingers around each other, and placed her both hands in front of her.
“So, what did you needed to talk, my King?”
She asked, curious.
Clarice, snuggled herself into Metia, even if she liked to annoy her mother, she sometimes wanted somebody to give her attention, and that person was always her mother, at least, she was the one giving her 24/7 enough of attention. When she heard a familiar voice, that would belong to her father, she quickly hide her head into Metia’s neck, not really wanting to see him on coming scolding Clarice. But it seemed, she wasn’t the context this time, he just wanted to have some private word with her mother, which made the little princess wonder what was the matter.
When she was placed on the ground, she still didn’t looked at her father, her back was actually facing him. She tilted her head down, and a small sigh escaped from her tiny lips whenever her mother kissed her forehead, letting her walk away. She heard her mumbled, about Derek take care of her, it was always better Derek than the stupid maids, who were boring. Her brother was probably the only one Clarice tends to show some kindness. Sometimes with her mother, but Clarice is always more calm around her brother, if he does what she wants.
The sound of the throne room door closing, would warn Clarice that her parents were now in another room. Clarice stretched out her skinny arm, and wrapped her small fingers around her brother’s large hand. She rose her head, and looked up at him. She loved the way he was so tall, compared to her.
“I want a turtle.”
This was totally random, but it was Clarice’s wishes.
“I want a small tiny turtle, just like me.”
She said with a small smile, as she balanced herself to the right and left. Waiting for her brothers replay. She had now a wish, and it would only leave her mind whenever she had what she wanted. She hoped she could have this, well, she had almost everything she asked for, but we never know what she really wants, its always hidden in her.
If you can’t, then it doesn’t matter anyway
You will never understand it cuz it happens too fast
And it feels so good, it’s like walking on glass
It’s so cool, it’s so hip, it’s alright
It’s so groovy, it’s outta sight
You can touch it, smell it, taste it so sweet
But it makes no difference cuz it knocks you off your feet
You want it all but you can’t have it
It’s cryin’, bleedin’, lying on the floor
So you lay down on it and you do it some more
You’ve got to share it, so you dare it
Then you bare it and you tear it
You want it all but you can’t have it
It’s in your face but you can’t grab it
It’s alive, afraid, a lie, a sin
It’s magic, it’s tragic, it’s a loss, it’s a win
It’s dark, it’s moist, it’s a bitter pain
It’s sad it happened and it’s a shame
You want it all but you can’t have it
It’s in your face but you can’t grab it
What is it?
What is it?…
Goes right on till the dawn
My woman takes me higher
My woman keeps me warm
What you doin in the back aah
What you doin in the back aah?
You should be dancing, yeah
Shes juicy and she’s trouble
She gets it to me good
My woman gives me power
Goes right down to my blood
What you doin in the back aah
What you doin in the back aah?
You should be dancing, yeah
My baby moves at midnight
Goes right on till the dawn
My woman takes me higher
My woman keeps me warm
What you doin on your back aah
What you doinon your back aah?
You should be dancing, yeah
You should be dancing, yeah
You should be dancing, yeah
You should be dancing, yeah
You should be dancing, yeah
You should be dancing, yeah
I have always loved Boston Legal. The writing by David E. Kelly is simply amazing. He has created some of the most interesting characters, and none more quirky and entertaining, then Denny Crane, played by TV Veteran; William Shatner. This clip, has to be in my view one of the finest moments, and as always, he never fails to say his catchphrase.
Role play Group : Lacardis Prime
The Red Queen
TheGorya: -A nitch in the wind the cool breeze came in from the south as it seemed to chill the arena. The quick short breezes of wind would blow harder and seem to pick up. In the distance a bunch of clouds that was dark yet moving fast. Drew closer to the arena as the wind only got stronger and the air became colder. As the clouds reached over the arena a quick flash of light shot straight down in front of the entrance touching down as it made scorch on the ground. A man who was had suddenly appeared in the flash of lightening that had touched down. He stood tall being black hair and pale skin that seemed flawless from the face. His black jacket and clothing underneath covered most of his body. His gloves still covered his hands. His eyes were silver grey like a thunder cloud. His hair darker than a midnight winter sky, His wings became visible as the smoke from the scorched ground cleared they were wide being two sets an upper and a lower set to show he was an upper class of his race. his long swords were barely seen only bay the hilts one with a silver handled hilt with wrapping with the tip point down the bottom cross from the hilt as the other completely black as his aura seemed off nothing like anyone could read. His scent unnatural from anyone beast like being could ever smell. His soul was split seemed as if it was only a fragment. He walked forward as he closely watched his step as if his intent was to search and destroy. His emotion completely unreadable by his expression. He was something all together unnatural by how he seemed to make plants around him move towards the wind would pick up at a higher rate than it should at the altitude the arena was.-
LoreleiRoseCarrendar:- Spider Arena. Hailed by the Knights of the Order of Arachne, to be the blood sodden ground of Champions, it was also the haunt, of one, rather unusual woman. Known throughout Lacardis, as Prime Minister, she was also viewed, as one of Lisega’s great mysteries. What tall and fanciful tales had been whispered amongst the drunken Lords of the court. The crimson vixen had made a meteoritic rise to the height of power. Mistress of Malice, she had the world at her feet…and yet she craved more than anything, to test herself against the nobles and Gladiators, that always seemed to “pop up” at the Spider arena. Fanning herself lazily within her caravan, as she took the long journey from Arachne, to the arena, she sighed audibly and caught the edge of the curtain, to take back and peer out at the Arena entrance. “Baldrick, I’m bored. What do we have for me to play with today?”- Baldrick, who was sporting a black eye, after a tussel with Sebastian in the closet in her bedroom just days earlier, took out the parchment, and unfurled it, taking a look at the long list of names. “Err…Lord Chamersmith…*Lorelei rolled her eyes and said “Next.” * “err…Oo here is one you will like…Sir Francis Puckersmouth.” Lorelei facepalmed, as she recalled his last fight at the Arena. “You mean, Frank Puckersass. Seriously, is that the best you can provide? I have more luck getting pissed down at the local inn and taking on the barmaids. Least you would get some action…few tit grabs. I know the crowd love it.”- It was then there was a change in the wind, and Lorelei noticed how the trees were having their leaves blown from their boughs. “Good lord…Mercin didn’t forecast bad weather.” The darkening clouds had now spread over the arena proper, and as the coach pulled up, Lorelei checked out the window of her coach, to see a bright light come down from the heavens, and smash into the arena surface. “Bugger..what is up Zeus’s ass this week?” Lorelei, Baldrick and the mad fop, Sebastian, all alighted from the carriage, as Lorelei stepped around to the back, where her weapons trunk was stored. Undoing the clasp, she reached in and withdrew her twin blades of despair, and slung them on her back, one eye trained on the arena, whilst Baldrick and Sebastian noted that it was not just a lightning bolt that hit the earth, but…a man. “Special delivery, M’lady? Seems the Gods are keen to provide you with entertainment. Guess that is what happens when you are on your knees so often…hehehe.” Sebastian chuckled, bringing up his irish linen hanky and sniffing it. Lorelei peeked out from behind the carriage, to see the man with…wings. “Right..need a crossbow. Looks like Turkey man has arrived. “ Taking out her crossbow, with poison dart tips, she then gives the lads a wink and a smile. “Off to pluck the Turkey. Find a seat, and make sure to order me some mead later.” Lorelei made her way down the stairs and strutted to the opposite end of the arena, facing the winged man. His face held no emotion, and Lorelei smirked. “Let me guess…you are here to prove your worth. Okay, I bite.”- Baldrick sat down with his Lacardian flag, waving it too and fro. “Aye…she bites. Bloody hard.” Lorelei made a light curtsey, dressed in a velvet and lace ensemble suit, with matching cloak. “Normally its ladies first….but I am no lady.” <3>
TheGorya: -Shadow walked forwards as he finally saw he was in a battle arena. The woman who appeared just as quickly as he show his face on this world came forward a weird looking woman no doubt. She held a cross bow with two twin blades on her back as he knew she wasn’t what he was looking for. So he thought to himself. ‘Does everyone low life have to challenge me?’ he quickly said in an instance as he released his aura further.- “You really should think about it before you come at me. Fighting me is another way to end your life. I am not looking to cause a simple blood bath.” –his bangs fell over his face as he released his aura as formation of mist like colors one white and another completely solid black. Even though it seemed like mist the more it started appearing around Shadow the more it condensed the harder it became to see Shadow’s body as it seemed to grow towards the woman. Shadow spoke out.- “If you still wish to fight me then you should know my name… I am Shadow Eris Gorya royal crowned prince of the Goryan home world. I am also its Champion….” –The mists that had appeared was now expanding out as they parted to show himself as he looked into Lorelei as his mind snapped to attention feeling nothing his mind blocked by any illusions of reality. His focus was on her as his own gaze normally would instill fear into the strongest of men. His thoughts were sound his tactics solid as his stance as he reached for his blades. Pulling out Daybreaker following Neverfallen holding both of them up into odd defensive stance, Daybreaker pointed straight up like he was going to thrust with it. As Neverfallen looked like he was going to use its massive length as a shield. Both swords were visible. Daybreaker looked like something out of a story a myth with the beautiful long blade being very shiny and very solid. There seemed to be holes punched out in some old language. Neverfallen looking like blackened sickened steel its blade was dark and giving of a shadowy aura as if it was tainted. He was wielding two swords with length of both them as equal to two great swords yet he acted as if they were weightless. He stood in this stance as he said in one last word.- “Fly swiftly Anya” –in the intense wind the black mist started shifting moving intensely as it raged moving around into a ball quickly as it formed it. As an accelerated speed of burst moving at only twenty miles an hour at Lorelei as if it would form into a spear like dart. As it has intent to hit her.-
LoreleiRoseCarrendar;- A wry grin formed upon stained lips, whilst Lorelei listened to the mutterings of Turkey man, all the while he nattered on, professing of how he was some wayward Prince and what was that…a CHAMPION!? The eyes of the spider maiden flashed, then the swirling of her irises, produced a sickly green, pungent and deadly to gaze upon. The same eyes were hypnotic, for if you cared to gaze into them for longer than ten seconds, you soon find your mind cast into a trance, where you even can forget where you are. The smile was one sided, like that of a sneer, and she lowered her head slightly, but bringing up the crossbow. Left hand supporting beneath, the right hand on the trigger. A menacing growl was bubbling up from deep in the pit of her stomach, as she released the vile toxin from the glands within her mouth. Situated right alongside that of her saliva glands, it acted to create a swill mixture, that meant to kiss the spider was death. Oh she had his attention now, and planned to exploit it. Licking her lips, that coated with the foul green slime, she moved her head, much like a king cobra, you could even see the piercing white of dog teeth like fangs, that protruded from the line of her top row of teeth. More words spewed from his maw….oh how great and powerful he must be. BELIEVE IT ALL YOU WANT! The swelling of Lorelei’s chest, was her intake of breath, and then on release, she uttered the first of her chant, of creeping death. A wave of arachnid, to spew forth from rocks and crevices, knooks and crannies. Words mumbled and incoherent, to those that did not understand Rhefugi. The mists like auras that were of different colours, seemed to flow from his being. So…going to start with that, eh? Watching the man withdraw his weapons, his huge swords, that in her mind were merely compensating for lack of cock, she pointed the crossbow at his head, and then said. “Levi –tit!” Lorelei rose up from the ground, as the black mist ball, travelling towards her was moving at a speed of twenty miles per hour, which gave her ample time to avoid coming into contact. At a height of twenty feet she sung out, as the ground started to crack beneath the arena. “I don’t care if you are the spawn from Satan’s balls…..I..AM…LORELEI!” And with that, she released fired the first bolt from her crossbow, aimed for his chest. <3>
TheGorya: -Shadow was emotionless as he was impressed by her attack of her arrow as he quickly accelerated his movements using the sound around to harmonize around him making his body move at overly human fast pace seeing the arrow since his sight was more than greater than even an elf. His arm moved Neverfallen moving faster than two milimets as he placed Neverfallen on the side of the bolt pushing swiftly in one motion as his push shifted the momentum of force from her crossbow shooting the bolt and turning it around throwing it straight back at her with an accelerated speed moving at ninety miles per hour. This was cause from him applying two milimets which is equal to the force of wind of a f1 tornado taking the bolt and spinning in a circle straight back at her throwing over two times the speed. He wasn’t even paying attention to her eyes anymore he was paying attention to her feet trying to get a read on her. He quickly before she could notice he had thrown her own poison back at her. He stuck Daybreaker on the ground as it kicked up gravel turning into sand as it was grinding on the ground throwing Magnesium into the air. The magnesium would be too small to see by the naked eye it would simply look like dust as it slowly started building up quickly as he communed with his earth element to keep digging with the sand he created with Daybreaker. It was listening to him digging more and more causing a cloud as he stood in front of it as he took in a deep breath pushing softly out of his way at Lorelei vision of sight. He knew she was no human by far he would need to use his skills as a skill that could be ranged if she was looking to do ranged fighting. It didn’t matter to him he was going to make short work of her as he said.- “careful what you say. It might get you killed one day” –he brought up Daybreaker as he held it out as the clouds seem to swirl as it called out with a loud screech of sound. He as he focused on her feet as the dust now was spreading across the field in front of her moving closer to her to block and cripple her line of sight. As the arrow moved at a high rated speed it was redirect aimed at her heart.-
LoreleiRoseCarrendar: – The ground beneath the spot where Lorelei had levitated off the ground, was now cracking substantially, for the chanting Lorelei had done, awoke the creeping death. Scores, waves of black arachnids, were now streaming forth, from every possible opening. They did not name this site “Spider arena” for nothing. Oh no, the bowels of the earth held a very dark secret. Where beneath Lorelei bred every imaginable species of spiders, to be used as her minions, for defence, naturally. She was afterall, the Matriarch of Arachnid kind in Lisega. Even Mazmezz herself was in awe of Lorelei’s knack for building swarms. But back to the action. The bolt fired from Lorelei’s crossbow, was a 400-grain bolt travelling at a speed of 330 feet per second, which was standard speed for a cross bow of Lorelei’s era. The wily Turkey man decided that he was going to send the bolt back at her, express post, by a force of wind, that was the same rating as an F1 tornado. The impact did hit, but as Lorelei had managed to move to the side, the bolt shot straight through her left shoulder, and the poison, well, that happened to be…HER OWN. The scream of pain, issued from lungs, would be a cry so sickening, that the spectators, would all gasp in horror. Reaching around, she tore the bolt from her back, and threw it down onto the ground, where the spiders swarmed over it. Trying to swallow, the green vile toxin in her mouth, she laughed as she breathed. “Ha…Ha *her laugher breathless*…foreplay?…How nice. Who told you….I like it rough?” Baldrick stopped waving his flag, knowing full well what this meant. Lorelei tossed away the crossbow, and it clattered to the ground. Her greenish tinted blood seeped from the gaping hole, but the toxin began to create a seal or plug, her own body gratefully accepting the poison. Almost like a healing agent. To his comment, “careful what you say. It might get you killed one day” She sneered and then spat a lugey at the ground. “Death…is the next big adventure.” She lowered herself back down to the ground, and watching how his sword strike, had stirred up the dust. But that was not all. The ground where he stood, started to crack and give way, as larger spiders started to push through the earth. Lorelei extended her arms, and then her long claws rocketed out, drenched in poisonous blood. “Come at me!” <3>
TheGorya: -Shadow thought that the dust was coming up into the air and readying for an attack as he quickly used his wings to take flight. He bit his lips as the woman talked to him. he didn’t notice it before but it all started coming together as his mind raced his wings started to carry him into the air as he looked to see nothing but spiders below him. he looked at the bolt entered her body yet green ooze poured out of her mouth and her body itself sealing her body as he said.- “A Bebilith It’s been a long time since I have seen one. To think one would live on this planet.” –he bit his lip as growled as it only angered him to find something so vile. To him she was nothing more than an abomination, in that in mind he grabbed a stone out of his jacket holding in his hand as he crushed in his hand as it crumbled as he flew higher up watching the Bebilith and its minions. As he could understand his last encounter almost cost him his life. For that he remembers one weakness. He started shifted his hand back and forth as the crumbled as it turned into dust he quick opened it as it was Magnesium he only would keep enough for one blast in his jacket for that’s all the room he had for. He formed more particles form it into the tiny form of dust as he inhaled as he blew into his palm pointing it down at the arena as the dust pushed from his hand into a giant dust cloud of magnesium pushing to the ground around the minions as he growled. As he open his mouth having some of the magnesium on his teeth with a stream form his mouth down to the arena hopping he had enough since this was only enough for the cover of the arena. The amount of magnesium as it was could in fact ignite with a good blast rate of burning at about nine hundred degrees Fahrenheit only for about ten seconds with as much as he had on him. He knew if she summoned spiders from the ground the ground was not safe. As he braced himself as bit down on the magnesium in his teeth causing a spark from mouth as it ignited the stream moving straight down on to the dust cloud that was moving. It would burn his mouth a little bit since he was able to control fire a little bit it wouldn’t cause a harsh burn to him. if Lorelei could out of it. That was his last shot at using that power he would need to go brute force after this.-
LoreleiRoseCarrendar:- The dust cloud was the start of a rather nasty trick, that was not totally unexpected from such a creature. All show, and with enough wind power to back him up, it was pretty clear, that he didn’t want to get too close to the beblith, if he could dare it. And what does a bird man do, when the ground offers up the swarms of her kin? Why, he takes off into the sky. (Sebastian) “ Look!…up in the sky! It’s a bird..(Baldrick).”No..it’s a balloon.” (Lorelei)”No..It’s TURKEY MAN!” Chortled Lorelei briefly; her face now distorting, with the criss cross of violent green toxic veins. The chittering of thousands of spiders with their mandibles all pointing upwards, was quite the sight to behold, and Lorelei watched as he took the stone from his jacket and crushed it in his fist. “I’m down here…Birdy.” She called, rather annoyed that he took flight. But of course, he had his reasons, and she was about to discover why this was. The dust cloud was filled with particles of magnesium. It would have Lorelei guarded in her stance, her eyes darting upward, but then back at the cloud. “Cheeky….shit!” Her left shoulder in pain still from the strike, her arms were already extended, and as soon as he bit down on the magnesium in his mouth, and it spewed forth a blast of fire that was going to hit the arena floor and engulf everything in its path, Lorelei fired a blast of sticky webbing (think Spider man, Ducky), and rocketed off the floor, landing on one of the support columns of the arena proper. Detaching and then crawling to the top tip look out of the column, she watched as far below many of her spider minions were burning to death. “NOOOOOOOOOOOO!” –she screamed, as their agonised cries were all too painful to hear. Crouching like the spider she was, the venom had now reached her voice. “I’m going… to kill you!” <3>
TheGorya: -Shadow saw the blast his reach the floor burning her spider minions alive as he breathed heavily as he looked at the top of the support column as she was attacking like the vile monster she was. He felt his mouth and chin burning as he sighed as she said “I’m going to kill you!”As he replied.- “your soul is beyond saving. It seems all of those that are of your race are nothing but vile monsters that only thrill off of fighting. There is no help for you.” –He spun his swords as he looked at her legs standing in the stance of spider as he said.- “Play time is over Lorelei.” –he caught both of his blades as he connected the hilts together as the area started to become heavy gravity as he was releasing his Kiyrin state. A massive ball of energy surrounded him hit mists quick moved to protect him as they spun and swirled around him. The energy from everything that was living was in fact being drain of its natural energy as the trees, plants, even the fire that was raging was dying down becoming energy that was flowing straight to him it seemed to be drawing to him like he had his own felid of gravity in his area. The ground would start to shake from the force of energy being absorbed even Lorelei would start to feel effect from it. Since she is a bebilith she should be able to feel the energy being absorbed. As the energy would raise the mists show straight out at Lorelei as the energy disappeared from his body revealing his full awakened Kiyrin form as his body was covered in shrouds of cloak as his eyes had changed into something demonic. His true nature has been revealed to her as his body still soaking in the natural energy of life around him. his swords had turned into scythe as he spun it around in his hand as he spoke in the tongue of the Kiyrin.-“ harbinger di wer Gorya……” –his voice sounded as if he was a Angel of death. He even started to look that part of an aspect of death. He looked at her once again as he didn’t look into her eyes as he knew of what lies they told him. as he spoke again.- “Be lucky to see me like this. For you are the first and will be the last to see it” –he wielded his scythe up as it engulfed the blade of it into flames caused by his energy his weapons being fused into one his new weapon as a scythe can quickly use its three rotating blades for friction as he locked the blades into place making into a three headed scythe with ease as he focused his energy. He quickly used his new form to move at top speed as sound would vibrate faster moving into the range of hundred milimets without little focus. As you would say he is one with the elements at this point. Still as he powered his attack of his scythe.-
LoreleiRoseCarrendar: – Those in the stands, gawked and were agape at the impressive fight being put on before them. The epic wind speeds; the flying of the Turkey man; the fire to kill many of her spider kin, and leaving the arena floor, a cracked and stained mess, the sludge of the dead spiders, pouring out their own blood and toxin, into a mass of sticky goo. Lorelei was enraged beyond belief, as the winged warrior set to harm her further, by damning her very soul. “Your soul is beyond saving. It seems all of those that are of your race are nothing but vile monsters that only thrill off of fighting. There is no help for you.” Lorelei may have been down, but not out…not yet. But it would be through his own attack; that would bring about the worst possible outcome. A massive ball of energy, seemed to appear from him, and then engulfed all in its path, including Lorelei, as she was poised on the top of the column. Feeling a draining from her very being, she lost her grip upon the column top and then plummeted into one of the large cracks, that had been made in the ground, by her own chants of creeping death. But within the sludge filled pit, not all spiders were dead. For those below, had heard their Mistress’s cry and attempted to swarm upward. But with her body, laying in the pit, they instead swarmed her, biting over and over again, entering her mouth, and into her clothing. Piercing bites, and the cries from Lorelei were strangled, but they did this for a very good reason. The sludge of the dead, coated her skin, seeping into her pores, and then…her eyes shot open, totally black in colour. There was a mammoth tearing sound, as six massive spider like legs broke free from her form. Baldrick in the stands hid his face, knowing how badly this hurt her. The metamorphosis of the spider had commenced. Sped up by the toxic biting and injections, they surrender their own lives to bring about the beast. A large Thorax began to build, forcing her body back out of the pit, and her head swelled in size, ten times its size. Eyes mutilplying, huge tusk like mandibles appearing, dripping in toxin. The humungous Arachnid slammed each of her large black spear like legs into the earth, as she had gained strength and renewed energy from her fallen followers. “RAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWRRRRRRR!” –the mammoth Spider demoness roared, snapping with its claw like arms. She was now covered in chitinous plates of armour, that made penetration with common weapons near impossible, unless they made it through a join. Red and black glossy like striping adorned her oversized rump, that quivered from the luminous quantities of silk satin webbing, churning within her thorax, able to be blasted out from her vibrating spinerettes on her rear. She could no longer speak as a human….she was nothing but, a mother fucking spider bitch.<3>
TheGorya: -Shadow started to feel strange as if the energy he was using was being absorbed from her as he stopped pulling form the bebilith. He over calculated his error her energy was poison to him. Yet even with stopping he would feel the effect slightly the fact he was pushing out most of what he had absorbed into his attack with that. He could only focus on the energy around the plants. He quickly tries to keep himself from feeling the effects of her energy. He saw she transformed completely into a giant spider. He hated it as he had no choice quickly forcing the energy out as he swung the scythe throwing the fire he had engulfed right at her only able to barely keep his balance. He looked up to his raging fire being thrown right at her. The only reason he is even able to stand let alone alive from her poison energy was the simple fact he was using the energy around him to keep his power fuelled to the attack he just through. He thought quickly as he only knew that would delay her as he could feel the energy from the plants starting to help him. He was going to be ill for quite some time after this is over. He only thought of which he swore not to use. It would grip him and punish him into something that he would never do. The risk would be worth it he swore to his father never to use it. He sighed as he looked at her as he said.- “I am sorry Father but I must for my daughter’s sake.” –he quickly took into his hand as he took air as he started moving it around forming small particles of water in the air by causing enough deceleration of the air slowing down to cause condensation in the air as he started to form large amounts of water that started to form bodies. He could only muster four as they became solid and started to add colour. As they look him he had made doubles of himself as he said.- “go!” –the doubles quickly ran directly at her as he started to chant as chant in low tone holding his hand to his heart. The doubles flew directly at four sides followed by his last attack as they waited to see if the fire had any effect on to her.-
LoreleiRoseCarrendar: – An enraged Bebilith is the last thing, you EVER want to encounter. The earth was shaking from the shock of her spear like legs pulverizing the broken ground of the arena floor. From the hills, the Knights of the Order of Arachne, came charging over the plain, the sound of thousands of horses hooves, pummelled the earth, while a band of drummers, appeared on the right side of the arena, high above. The beats of the drum, were music, to raise the Bebilith to glory. The flag that flew high by the lead Knight was of the Spider. “ROOOOOOOOOOOOARRRRR!” The spider reacted to the sound of her army, as her massive head whipped around to her foe. “Oh shit!” Baldrick exclaimed. A surge of national pride swept through the Arachnid’s form, for she was now, the Champion of Lacardis. As Shadow swung his scythe, she reared back up onto four legs, the front four clawing the very sky, before slamming back down on the ground, with an earth shattering tremor, that may well knock him off his feet. The churning of her vile stomach acid, was preparing, to be regurgitated, while the glands in her mouth, were now releasing more of her toxins. If she was going to fall to the winged being, she was going to take him with her. The black of nine eyes, all focused upon Shadow. The Arena was now surrounded by a thousand horsemen, the flags on high, picked up by the wind, it was indeed a majestic sight to behold. Shadow was about to do another trick, with his elemental control abilities, taking the very moisture from the air, and using it to mold with the earth, to create full size replicas of himself. Oh he was good….BUT NOT GOOD ENOUGH! Such hatred the Spider had for this being, and now the entire crowd was on its feet, while the drums beat faster. “FINISH HIM!!” Sebastian yelled, then covered his mouth with his hanky. ‘Ooops, got carried away. Hehehe” As the four beings came at her, Lorelei went straight on the defensive. Out from her mouth, she spat a voluminous quantity, a spray of toxic spit and stomach acids, combined to be a weapon in itself. This was to strike the first clone, that came “directly” for her Her right hand crab like claw swung out to her right, to snatch up the second clone, and aimed to take him around the neck and snap it in half. Baldrick cheered, as did many of her Knights, one little girl was waving her flag, watching the Matriarch prove her worth. As Lorelei went into a spin, she fired a vast webbing net, out from her rear spinerettes, that had been building up a huge sticky trap, with four anchor points, that if it hit, would cast the two remaining clones to the earth, and hold them down. The last was the winged man himself, who was her final target. She rears up again, and shows off a violent red streak beneath, before coming back down. Seriously pissed, she was now ready for the last act. “ROOOOOAARRRR!” -the beasts tremendous roar, would have all fall silent, in wake of the winged man’s next attack. <3>