Bishop

(High Casual) An Age Old Feud

@Fabricant451 OY! You're getting extra spanking today. People will call your character a baboon in sight of her red ass.

(High Casual) An Age Old Feud

@Fabricant451 And on that note I was wondering, does Jack beat your character? How is their relationship? Is the wife sub or dom? Too lazy to get a PM.

As Darkness Fell - A dark fantasy story

I'll be the last to join the group. One last timeline screwery.

As Darkness Fell - A dark fantasy story

4 days before, a settlement close to the designated meeting place

Everyone was on high alert. Walls and barricades had been set up, guards patrolling 24/7 and everyone was inspected before entering the settlement. Even during the road he saw fire pits encased by metal structures to allow better night vision to the patrolling guards atop the walls. Things had gotten dark, everyone was tense and on edge, waiting for the next boom. He approached the gate where he was stopped by 2 guards while another one stood next to them with a list.
"Hmm, there is no scheduled arrival for at least the next 2 hours."-the guard said as he scrolled through the list-"Who are you? State your name and purpose for visiting The Redclaw settlement."- he added as the guards put a hand on their pummels ready to draw at the sign of any sudden movement.
Without a word, Numenor calmly took out a piece of folded paper from one of his inner pockets, unfolded it and showed it to the guards. It was the poster with the dragon-slaying quest.
They looked at each other for a moment then started laughing.
"So you really think you can kill the dragon? Still, your arrival here is unscheduled and we can't let anyon-" the guard stopped as soon as Numenor lifted his right hand, showing a silver ring with a red gem on top, a signature carved on it. At that moment the guards stood at attention.
"Sir! You may enter, sorry to have delayed you."
The ring is a witness to the man's experience on the front lines. Even though he wasn't exactly at the vanguard, he helped a great deal with eliminating enemy officials and key targets. He served under General Lugethius since he became part of this war. In fact it was he who recruited Numenor and now he had one final mission for the warrior. Slay the dragon.
Hushed whispers could be heard from behind him as Numenor passed the gates.
"Did he really come from the front lines?"- "Can't imagine what he saw there." - Just hope this doesn't become the front lines."

It was dark. As he entered the settlement he saw..ordinary, everything was normal. The inn was busy with drunken people coming in and out, people on the street laughing, children playing. It wasn't that late but still, this was part of the east side, the danger of an attack was present at all times. How could these people live life like this? Maybe seeing the front lines had made him too harsh but even so...nothing, he could barely muster anger. The old him would be furious of the nerve on this people. As he was watching the scenery a knight approached him.
"You must be the one they were talking about. The mighty warrior from the front lines eh?"
Numenor only continued to look at the scenery of the "happy" people before him, well, as happy as one could be at times like this.
"Must be a change huh? I can't imagine what you have seen, things that these people can not see. That's why we are here, protecting people from the dark things of the world."-the knight said as he joined the cloaked man by spectating the residents.
"Where can I get a room?"- Numenor finally spoke, his voice smooth and attractive(as heard by the females).
"You got the Inn right there with added breakfast and dinner. Usually it's full but lucky for you, not too many people passed by here today. How long you plan on staying?"
"One night, leaving by first light."
"Not my shift so I probably won't see you again. Good luck on you journey. We thank you for your service!"- the guard said while straightening up but then he added-"You mentioned that you were on a quest..err..posters spread by that Wizard. Just a heads up but the location where you are to meet, the Six Corners, we just got news of the attack. Everyone died and everything burned to a crisp. Makes you wonder how safe we are here."
Random men:"You, whore, get up on this!"- one of them said as he gestured toward the tent in his pants while the other 2 laughed. He had been talking to a well dressed lady. She was probably only stopping here on her way to the far west.
"Excuse me."- the knight said as he approached the man.
"Oh, if it isn't Sir HonorAlot!"- were the last words that came out of his mouth before it became 2 teeth shorter.

Dragon's Kneecap...what a strange name. He wonders if they named it after or before the dragon emerged. He took his hood off revealing his face, dark green eyes, a smooth face but for a scar on his right cheek, short hair and overall handsome features.
Entering the inn, the smell of liquor and food instantly hooked your nose. It was noisy, a lot of cheers, some were singing while one was dancing atop the table and there was always that one table who served as an elbow holder for the hand wrestling and as always you had those who watched and placed bets. He approached the counter and was greeted by a smiling hostess. A young girl in her 20s with long blond hair, blue eyes and a vitalizing smile.
"And what can I do you for today?"- she said as she turned around behind the counter only for her to look a little surprised.
"Hmm, do I know you?"- the warrior asked with a smile on his face. The ambient, these people, he finally started relaxing. How long had it been since he had a normal conversation not involving the war or demons.
"I feel the same way. I am certain I have seen you before."- the girl responded while biting her lip as she went into thought.
Well, that was one way to start a conversation. After ordering a meal and a few drinks later he had gotten pretty cozy with the girl. At least he hadn't lost his charms over the years spent slaying demons and cultists. Pretty sure he had tortured a few too.
"My shift ends in a minute. Wanna take this conversation upstairs?- her stance and actions were suddenly sultry as she said the last question.

She fetched a key and lead him upstairs with a bottle of wine in one hand, opened the door and they both went in. As soon as the door was closed she jumped at him and they went into a deep kiss. Her soft lips then started tracing his neckline, collar bone down to his chest as she undressed him. Feeling outpaced the man started becoming aggressive, his lips inquisitive while he was undressing her now. The bottle was still in her hand when she almost dropped it.
"One more drink before before we succumb to our burning passion?"- she asked with a naughty smile, her hand outstretched, holding the wine.
Numenor took the bottle and drank a few big gulps before putting it away and continuing. As they went on she pushed him into the bed and got on top of him.
"Do you remember when you said you knew me?"
"Maybe if I know you better I can remember."- he responded while stretching his neck for a kiss only for her to get back. She then moved her hair away from her shoulder to reveal a scar, caused by a sharp blade by the looks of it.
"Do you know what this is?"
"..."- still confused Numenor remained silent. Maybe it was the drink or the mood he was in but his movements were getting noticeably more sluggish. His hands had stopped rubbing her and she had his full attention.
"Do you remember who I am now?"- the girl asked again, her face was now cold.
"..."- more silence. He tried to recall but nothing would come to mind. HE tried to lift his hand but could barely get it a few inches above the bed. Something was wrong. He should've seen it the moment he saw the girl or when he drank the wine. HOw could he be so careless as to let his guard down?
Now the girl's face was contorted in anger with tears beginning to form in the corner:"19 years, 7 months and 23 days ago you came..angry sob..into MY HOUSE and killed MY PARENTS."- she said, half crying with her voice uneven.
It was coming back to him now as adrenaline was rushing through his veins and sobering him up. Yes, he remembered that night.
"Your parents worked for the Mad king and supplied the demon faction wi-"
"LIAR! They were simple merchants who were doing their best to raise their daughter. YOU killed my family. YOU destroyed my life. You should've killed me then."
"I don't kill kids. But you're not a kid anymore are you?"
"Hahahaha. So what? You plan to kill me now? Try that when you're dead."- and as she said that she lifted her skirt and drew a knife kept in place by a strap on the side of her shin.
"You..ghkk..don't want to.."- and then he couldn't speak anymore. The poison had paralyzed his vocal cords.
"It will soon render you unable to breath. But you won't go that easy. You don't deserve to go that easy. Oh and, I'll be sure to visit your grave."-and as she said that she traced the knife along his chest, below his chest, to the sides until she struck him. The pain was tolerable but then she took the bottle of alcohol and poured it on his open wound. Unable to make a noise these were the 7th longest 5 minutes of his life. He had been tortured before, always managed a way to escape but he had never let his guard down like now. He deserved it, there was no place for becoming soft in this world. And soon his vision began to fade.
He was dressed and placed on the bed. The bottle of wine discarded outside. She screamed with a smile on her face as men came up to the room and found his lifeless body. Upon a quick examination he died from asphyxiation. His body wasn't analyzed further, hiding the wounds and he was buried the next day.

First light of the following day

The man who was charged with the body carried him in a horse carriage some miles into the woods where it was the official burial ground. They usually burned the corpses first but that was usually family. This guy, who no one knew, the only reason he was even being buried properly was of how insistent that knight was. The knight was also the reason the body was getting buried along with its belongings. He went on and on about honor blah blah, this guy fought in the front lines for them blah blah. Finally arriving at the burial site the man started digging. He was a real good digger. The hole was nice and deep and ready to swallow a body. Just as he was about to throw the body in he noticed a ring. Well no one would notice a ring missing. He got his sausage fingers pick the ring and started removing it when a hand shot for his arm, painfully squeezing it, cracking the radius. He was about to yell in shock when the other hand shot for his throat. The grip was stronger than steel and it kept getting stronger, applying more pressure as the neck finally gave in and cracked. He threw the lifeless body of the gravedigger in his own grave. He put a hand on top of his shoulder and cracked his own neck as bones got into place. He really thought the girl liked him cause of his charms. Just as he was about to leave he made a dark figure approaching. Using his enhanced vision he saw that it was the girl and more than that she was riding HIS horse. Preparing to dance on his grave? It seemed like divine justice.

The girl approached the hole all the while humming to herself and got off "her" horse. Now standing in the edge she looked down only to see the body of the gravedigger. Suddenly she panicked and looked around. Where was he? How could a corpse disappear? Just as she turned back a hand reach for her head and slammed her next to a tree trunk. A blade was raised before it stabbed the tree just inches away from her throat. Looking sideways, head still against the trunk she started:
"How did..."-but the feelings of shock and surprise were quickly replaced by anger-"Now what? You going to kill me like you did my parents? THEN DO IT!"-she said in a burst of anger but a hint of sadness showed on her face as she muttered the last words:"Monsters never die anyway.."
The old him would have pitied the kid. He would have blamed himself for her predicament. Maybe he would have let her go? Who knows..were the thoughts that crossed his mind as he shoved her head close to the blade, lining the edge to her throat and slid her across the blade towards him, finally leaving her lifeless body to fall on the ground. Grabbing her and dragging her by the hand he threw her in the grave.
At least she deserved a burial..

Now he was on his horse, finally on track. Stopping there just before he reached the city was completely not worth it. And something had changed in him. He couldn't put his finger on it but something was definitely off. Maybe because of how he felt nothing while killing the poor girl? She posed no threat to him and he had no desire for revenge but at the same time he had no reason for NOT killing her. His hunger had lessened and he began sleeping less and less. For 2 days straight he rode to the designated meeting location. Stopping only for his horse to rest. And at last he arrived at the Six Corners. It was as gruesome as the knight proclaimed it to be. Death, decay, melted flesh and wood, a common sight in the front lines. He had seen this too many times to even give it a second glance. What happened happened.
Using his vision he looked in the center and saw multiple humanoids gathered there. Could be their employer and the adventurers or the cultists waiting to ambush them. Either way he would find out.

He started approaching them, atop his horse, at the ready for battle.

Children of Plunder (Space Pirate RP)

Yo guys, you know that this isn't even a proper adventure right? It's just a test. And we're like at the 4th page..having started one month ago. Someone just write how they go to the captain scoop out their eye and come back to the safe in one short post.

(High Casual) An Age Old Feud

@vFear Nice CS. And nothing to worry about the "fancy posts". Just remember to mention.

Just to clarify, Jack had nothing to do/no knowledge of how his mother killed the queen and is completely ignorant to his other brother's death, Zachariah, though rumors spread and he has suspicion.

Zachariah is the brother that you head but was poisoned. Everything is shrouded in mystery and all that anyone can do is hypothesize.

Everyone is certain that the King died of natural causes though the ones who absolutely hate and despise the king have reason to blame him. But as far as everyone knows the previous king died of the sickness. "No one" saw Jack enter there as with the guards being loyal to Jack they have no reason to tell the truth or spread rumors.

(High Casual) An Age Old Feud

@Pundii My bad. Saw a video of cats and from that started binge watching only cute cat videos.
Couldn't even think about bad stuff after that. Rewrote my post 2 times cause he got out well mannered and actually sane.

(High Casual) An Age Old Feud

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Location: The Kingdom of Abhainn
Interacting With:King Maddox Auclair(@Scarlet Loup), His sister(@HushedWhispers)

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The morning of the departure

While everyone had gone off to work(glorified slavery in the mines), the King decided to take a walk in the streets of his city, more specifically the middle class and no-class area. And by chance, while walking he came across a preacher. Why wasn't this man in the mines? Upon closer look he saw the skeletal figure speaking up on top of the wooden boxes. The reason became clear, he was definitely older than 60. If everyone just died after they hit 60..

"..and the King sends our family, our sons off to work in the mines, off to die in the caves. Even if they don't die, after months of working they fall sick. Is that what you want for your family? For your children? Is tha-"-the old man stopped when he was suddenly interrupted by Jack.
"But hasn't the king compensated those families for their hard work? Hasn't the king given all you need to live a life without the struggles of poverty and famine that ravage hundreds of other countries?"
"Tha..that is true bu-"
"You aren't talking out of kindness and good will for this people. You are consummated by grief as you have lost relatives and family."
"He lost his 2 sons and 3 grandsons."-spoke someone among the small crowd.
The old man was getting a little angry now as he spoke with a tone:"And how would a noble like you know what we go through? "
"Not just a noble, I am your King!"- Jack replied as he removed the hood of his cloak. Immediately everyone bent the knee. Everyone except the old man who just stepped down from his box and took a little bow.
"You won't kneel before your king?"-Jack asked with an unnoticeable smirk in his face.
"M..my..my king, I would but my old ag-"- the old man started but was interrupted again.
"Aside from speaking against your king, while all I do is try and make this kingdom greater, you refuse to bent the knee?"- fear could be seen in the man's eyes and without letting the other a chance to reply he continued-"As I am feeling generous today, I'm going to be lenient in your punishment.."- and a ray of hope could bee seen in the geezer's face.
"You are exiled."- and as Jack said that he saw the man's face fall off and watched as the man began to talk, waiting in amusement.
"..."- a short moment of silence ensued at first.
"Thank you my King, you are too kind."- the man said as he swallowed his pride, the grief and sorrow of his lost family and his anger.
The king then left, heading over to his concubine in the nobility district. The crowd had dispersed and everyone continued their day. Along the way to his mistress's house he ordered one of his personal guards:"Kill that old man after he leaves the gates and feed him to the dogs."
"Yes father."- the young man responded.
Why did he call him father you ask? Well he was one of the boys which he trained himself and to increase their loyalty he gave them the illusion of him being their true father, the only one who loved and cared about them.

At last he arrived at the house of his mistress. He really enjoyed the walks as everything had began to feel boring at the palace. The guards let him in and the maid went off to make his presence known to the house owner.
"Master Richard, a guest has arrived in our house. It is the-"- and before she could finish he stormed off his office to see who would dare to just enter uninvited into his mansion.
"Useless bitch."- he said as he slapped the maid to the ground before she could finish.
"We're not just some common noble house to allow everyone entry into our grounds. ESPECIALLY NOT WITHOUT MY PERMISSION!"- and as he said this he stormed to the base floor with the purpose to give this intruder a piece of his mind. Was it that shitstain Joshua who he owed some money to from his last poker game? Whoever it was he wouldn't allow this disrespect. But upon reaching the house entrance he immediately softened his expression and took a bow.
"To what do we owe this pleasure my Liege?"
"Shut the fuck up Richard, I'm just here to fuck your daughter."- and at that the man that resembled like a potato went completely red in the face. He was known for his temper and "pride" among the nobles. But the king still waited for the man's response while looking at him.
One thing he was more known for besides his temper was his cowardice.
"Tha..gulp...nk you my king."- he uttered the words which almost made him throw up. He didn't care about his daughter more than he was offended by how he was treated even if done so by the king himself.
"The mistress is in her room, please, if you would follow me."- the maid then proceeded to lead the king to Sonyetta's room, a red hand print visible on her right cheek.
He entered him and a yelp of surprise could be heard, then giggles and then moans.
Well that's pretty much his day before he started his journey for the Kingdom of Abhain. He also took a 3 hours long massage before leaving to make up for the long road ahead.

Arriving at the palace

The driver then got out and started the announcement. He would get out upon the mentioning of his name, wait a few second for everyone to bask at his presence while the announcer read the titles then proceed to walk and meet the other king.
"Behold, Jack Numenor the First of his name, Ruler of th-"- but he was interrupted as the door opened making the announcer fall to the side.
Jack wondered why he had stopped talking only when he got out of the carriage and saw the guy on the ground who was rushing to get up. Anger coursed through him as he gave the announcer a strong punch to the face, his nose cracking like a wishbone, making him fall to the ground again, now holding his bleeding nose. But it didn't stop there, he punched him again and again and again.
"DON'T..punch..STAND..punch..BEHIND..punch..THE FUCKING DOOR!"-he said as he gave a last punch which rendered the man squirming on the ground. But it didn't end there. Jack reached for one of the flags atop the carriage broke it at the base and planted it in the man's throat. The hollow base and tip meant that the blood traveled through the tube and squirted out of the tip, the flag getting soaked in blood. After a few more convulsions from the body in the ground the man was dead.

The audience was shocked and the muttering had stopped. In a second Jack regained his composure and started walking towards the king and his sister. He stopped next to his sister and spoke to the other king:"And you must be King Maddox. A pleasure to meet you."- he started with a smile.
"I hope you find my sister to your preferences."- he said as he put a bloody left hand on his sister's left shoulder, staining the dress in blood.

(High Casual) An Age Old Feud

@HushedWhispers Where do you expect my character to be?

(High Casual) An Age Old Feud

Last name is Numenor.