Aerandir

Spells in the Dark (18+ for Dark and suggestive themes)

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It was only a minute or so after Rowyn had stitched his arm when he started to stir at the sound of her voice saying she would stay with him. He moved his head but didn't open his eyes as he groaned. Feeling sick from the loss of blood, as his body was cold and feeling like it was being poked with pins and needles. He didn't think he lost that much blood...usually his curse would work in over time to heal his wounds and replenish his blood.

But probably running through the woods at a dead sprint would kinda counteract that. He winced as he lifted his left arm as he felt the pain from the wound rushing back, only for a moment when he tweaked it the wrong way. He glanced around the room seeing a bunch of hunters looking at him, but his eyes stopped on the two girls closest to him. If he didn't see the rest of the ugly mugs of hunters in the bar, he would have thought he died and went to heaven. He smiled for a moment, forgetting what had happened before. He leaned to his right side, putting all his weight on his good arm. He cleared his throat, which tasted odd but it was slightly more wet now from the herbal drink he was given.

Looking to the girl with blonde hair with a look of sadness on her face. "Don't need to worry about me. I'm fine" He said, his voice still horse. He did not realized she was more worried on other matters. "Just a scratch." he said as he looked to the Gold eye girl. Her hands covered in blood...his blood. He looked at his arm, realizing the gash was deeper than he realized, that it required stitches.
"Thank you...Miss" He said, giving her his dashing smile...or well, his most dashing smile he could while looking pale and weak. He leaned a little more on his right arm as he heard an unexpected CRACK The leg of the table he laid on buckled under his heavy weight. The only reason it lasted so long was because he was more centered before.

He rolled off the table, gaining enough momentum in that short of time to roll into the gold eye woman's chair. He let out a groan as his head throbbed as the back of his head hit the table and sent him forward into the chair the girl with gold eyes was sitting in. aHe groaned from the pain of the sudden movement of his injured arm, but despite his head hitting the table... the chair was unusually soft on his face.

Saying mostly to himself as his mind clicked realizing this all stemmed from his encounter. "Damn Wendigos..." He coughed.

Spells in the Dark (18+ for Dark and suggestive themes)

Witches
Although there are many covens in the world that can claim to be a hundred or even several hundred years old, the covens that we know today are a relatively new concept. Most of the earliest forms of covens stemmed from families. These covens were filled with Grandmothers, sisters, aunts and daughters, luring in unwary men to help replenish their numbers. Although it is unclear what the woman would do with the half of the children that lack magical abilities (It is known that witches only produce magical children half of the time with none magical men). What is known, it is known that the blood of the womb is what bound them together in harmony. It is only in the past few centuries that the covens have comprised of more than familial women. It is assumed that the modern covens stemmed from a need for a more diverse arsenal against the threat of the hunters. Perhaps it is because the hunters became too efficient and were wiping out large portions of these original ‘family’ covens, leaving the survivors to band together. It is a rare thing for a lone witch to survive. Even a small group of witches stands a better chance. However, witches are selfish and deceitful things (it is in their womely nature) and without the blood of the womb to bind them together an alternative had to be found. The blood oath, although the specifics vary from coven to coven they all consist of ………

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Alexina glanced down as Lucy slithered up her leg and up to her shoulders. While most would not like such a creature on them, Alexina adored all creatures. As she waited for the snake to reach her shoulders she looked down at Usoa, who had dropped the piece of flesh on command. Trying to justify her definition of torture. She didn’t show it but it made her almost smile at the oddity of the witch. But when she asked why she was giving them a choice she tilted her head to the side. While I would enjoy sealing their powers away. I am willing to allow them to take responsibility for their actions.

She gave a pointed glare to the remaining witch who killed a child. As much as she wanted to kill her right then, She felt just killing them all would turn more of the coven against her. But perhaps she would choose the first and get killed in the process. Or the second and she would make her serve out her days with out being able to utter another spell...and protect the children with her life...forcibly if needs be.

Lucy then started to whisper into her ear so the others could not hear. While all of the ideas sounded good to her she had other plans for the witches in question. She ran the back of her hand up the belly of Lucy up to her chin and scratched if a couple times before saying softly. “Hold onto that last thought.” It did indeed sound like a fitting end to at least ‘one’ of them. “Tell Hellena I will speak to her more on the matter, but as of now, her service would not required….just yet.”.

Looking to the witches, but most particularly Ryleth. Who had just asked what needed to be killed. She raised her voice so everyone could hear. “Your penance mission will require you to destroy a smaller coven who are getting a little to comfortable living near us. And have already started trying to turn the hunters against us. Allowing us to take the blame for their deeds. Despite me telling them to stop. They are a threat to our home. Kill them all, And I require their bodies...not just their bones.

Alexina knew she pushed Ryleth into a corner with this. Her eyes glared into his the coven was closer to what he wanted in this one. It was a little poetic that she would send him to destroy the very thing he wanted. To her, that was far more effective than binding his magic, and locking him up for decades. ”Oh and I do require one thing before you four leave.” She pulled out a dagger from her hip. “I want a blood oath that you will completely wipe out the coven.”

“Let this be a lesson to all, there is absolutely no gain in attacking the hunters or their citizens. Do not think I am weak or a fool...Trust in me, and there will be a time you won't have to worry anymore about hiding. You are all free to go now.”

She then took the dagger to her own hand, sliding the sharp blade over her palm. She did not hesitate, nor did she wince as it slid against her smooth skin. Her blood soon covered her own hand as she looked to the four witches in front of her.

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Alexina glanced Over to Saen as she offereed to bite the witches in question, causing them an agonizing slow death. She would admit the thought did tempt her to allow it to happen. Looking to the remaining witch who had suddenly looked forty years younger. The witch could see in her eyes that she was mulling it over. Thank you for the offer Saen, but I do have plans for them. She said looking to the others.

Osua suddenly came forward picking up the piece of flesh, playing with it in her hands. She almost wanted to facepalm herself. She understood Osua was an odd one… her nativity and social awkwardness rivaled, no was even greater than hers when she joined the coven. She resisted the urge to yell. Knowing that this one clearly didn’t know any better. Usoa. Put that down. Also we will not torture them like that.

She had ignored Ryleth as he rushed to the witch she just killed. Honestly she was surprised he cared so much for this witch. He only seem to care about one thing in his life, himself. Even at the beginning of this he seemed to be holding himself proud of what he did. The warlock always seemed to have a skeme in the works. As to what she couldn’t tell.

She heard the slithering voice inside her head that could only belong to Lucy, she shot the snake a glare as it called her ironhearted. But didn’t say anything else.

When Ryleth asked for what his punishment would be, she narrowed her eyes at the man. She felt he was mocking her title as well. But she didn’t lash out at him. She looked to the other three still standing there and back to Ryleth. She knew he never liked her. That much was clear, and it only made her think he had something to do about this. “You all Have Three options.” She said calmly, but the seriousness in her voice was clear. “ Perform a Penitence mission, riding the forest of some creature that is affecting the rest of the towns, and our own castle.” She put up a finger to indicate that was her first offer, She hoped they would choose this honestly. Dangerous enough to possibly kill off the remaining child killer. But possibly Ryleth at the same time. Less she had to deal with him the better. Phagora on the other hand she didn’t have too much of an issue with. But being a Demon spawn, she would probably come back just fine.

“Second is we Bind your powers for years to come and serve us in any way we deem fitting.” She raised her fingers to two. “Or we end this now with your deaths.” She said offering the third. She didn’t want to use the third, but their covenants were binding to the coven. She had to do so if they wouldn’t take the other options. As was law of the covan even when Medusa was leader,who tended to just kill anyone who disobeyed her.

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Interaction with @Kitty@Bright_Ops@TheDoctor, Mentioning @ghastlyInc

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Bobby looked to the young lad as the lass talked about demons. He wanted to answer but Draco was still speaking to him. “I didn’t know many from there, but it's a right shame what happened to them. He then continued to ask if he hire performers. He sighed in disgust. “Nope, he’s one of those from ‘the pack’ odd bunch of a clan that acts like their some sort of bloodhounds. I haven’t run into many of them, but they all are….generally that odd.”

His attention was turned away from everyone as saph called out to him. Bringing another man towards him. He smiled and looked to the man who she was trying to introduce him to. Thank ye Saph, was all he could say before she snagged another order...which he was positive that she didn’t know where it went to. He reached out to stop her but just gave up.She was already out of arms reach. Rubbing his face he turned back to the man Wot Can I do you for Mr. ?.” He asked as he put a smile on his face.

Spells in the Dark (18+ for Dark and suggestive themes)

*interacting with* @Kitty@Bright_Ops@Ellion@blackdragon@hotsyrup@Fetzen *mentioning*@Cryptek12

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In the tavern Witches Paradise, Bobby watched as the few hunters that went to Goldencrest came in with that look on their face. That and added to the fact that the fire could be scene from there was all too clear what exactly happened. He sighed as he felt a personal weight on his shoulders...not being able to get people there in time. He decided to let them to process things a bit before going into details.

He glanced over to the boy who brought his own drink and glass to his bar. Growling to himself, annoyed that the little rich boy didn’t seem to understand that he needed to buy something to be here. But he did understand he just saw something he was dealing with so he let it slide for the moment.

When he brought up asking about Demons. No one said anything. He left it at that for a moment as he noticed another hunter, walk in demanding one of their strongest drinks, then saying she was with the party from Golden crest. His bartender glanced at him and he shrugged with a finger raised silently saying just one free one.

He looked back to the boy and said, “Demons are some nasty business there lad, many of which are even too dangerous for an elite hunter. Why do ye want to know about them? Does it have to do with Goldencrest?”

He then heard another hunter who asked if the lad was alright. He noticed her smudge makeup under her eyes. He huffed. “He’s doin fine enough… with all his reading and such.” He poured the lass a drink and placed it in front of her. Along with one of his rags for wiping drinks. Looking her in the eyes pointedly and used his thumb to quickly and discreetly wipe under his eyes, hoping she would understand what’s he saying.

He looked up as the door opened and seeing a massive silhouette walking in. “Well I'll be…” He stopped himself when he realize it couldn’t be, He heard he was dead… and he swore he was never coming back. He stopped the bartender and told him to give him a large portion on the house. Changing the order to a stronger mead… his old friends favorite drink

He noticed he noticed a familiar brunette lass who lived here all her life asking for a pint and his wife’s cookin. One of his servers was next to him as she asked and he indicated with his head to go get it for him. She mentioned Saphy bein back and his normally gruff appearance softened with a smile. “Aye, she is. She brighten ups the place a bit...even though she’s a bit clumsy at times. “ Having a hearty chuckle. “ Especially when Evelina is gone.” Mentioning his only child. Who usually often went to get supplies and food for the tavern.

He was drawn away from the conversation when a lad walked through the door looking like he went through a recent ringer of sorts. But most notable was his two….frying pans? What is one running round with frying pans as weapons. He rightly deserved to be in the state he looked to be.

He didn’t have time to go over When Draco walked in, a promising hunter who focused on werewolves. He nodded his head back to him when he asked for lodging. Mentally reserving a room for him. When he asked what happened Bobby sighed. "Well, I haven't asked for details yet, but its not good. We lost Goldenridge to a nasty attack. Had to burn the town. All I know at the moment."

This was when his adorable niece called out to him He filled the order as she spoke to her wolf hunt. Who generally stayed out of the way behind the counter. He looked down at the massive animal and tapped his hind end with the top of his good foot pushing him gently to get his attention. “Alright you overgrown teddy bear, Need you out of the way the counter is gettin too busy. To the corner with you” He said pointing to the corner that was free of tables and patrons. He couldn’t hear wolves like his best friend did, or his family, But he knew that the wolves that they partnered with could understand him.

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Uh dwarves, elves and orcs were run out of the country 200 years or so ago. In hiding. Any that are still around would be highly discriminated against. and a rare sight to see as well. like most people think they are stories.

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@AtomicNutyes we are.

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@Shadow Dragon I’m currently waiting for kitteh so we can discuss it

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@CelsiusAccepted! go ahead and place it in the cs section please

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@Spamboti hope you didn’t think I was saying you couldn’t apply, just letting you know that we are closing it in 24 hours. You can post one still if you like.