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Cubix's Grove of Plots -- Newly Updated :D

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Cubix's Grove of Plots -- Newly Updated :D

@carla6677
Hi, Carla667! Post length doesn't really matter to me as long as there's something for me to respond to :D Besides, if time is what you need, I'm always willing to wait for your posts :) I can also help you out along the way! Of course, the plots listed are just the basics. There are always twists and turns (which is my favorite part of writing a story >:D).

Jumping off from twist and turns, it all depends on your characters :D I like to give my partners as much control of the story as I do. I always like to believe that I'm not the only writer. My partners are just as capable of building an awesome story as anyone else :D

Cubix's Grove of Plots -- Newly Updated :D

Updated :D

A Prized bride (The return)

Lord Cuwarr Naxremis

Husband of Sorici (@RomanAria), his white lotus, and Kalani (@karamonnom), his auburn rose.

Summary

Cuwarr informs his wives of their imminent departure to the east after their banquet. He suddenly begins playing the fanfare of Gemminia's royal family much to his confusion. Feelings of rebellion and change are instigated within the warlord, but he erases it from his mind.

"Hrm, yes." Cuwarr hummed in response as Kalani asked about his rest. And, indeed, he enjoyed his sleep which was probably the best one in a long time. "A bright morning to you, too, Kalani. I see that the two of you also enjoyed your rest." A slight chuckle escaped Cuwarr's lips before tracing Kalani's steps towards the washroom where, he assumed, she would change for the day. As he watched his wife vanish behind the door, Cuwarr let out an amused sigh before turning to Sorici who had just recently fluttered her eyes awake to the morning sun. "A bright morning to you, Sorici." Cuwarr grinned, happy that, perhaps, his wives hadn't heard the brutality of last night's symphony. If anything, when they would go down to meet the other lords, they might, no, will see the bruises that their sisters have sustained during the moon's bloody light. Cuwarr twisted around, grabbing the plate of raisin bread rolls before handing it to Sorici. "Come, eat while your sister is preparing. Then, she can also eat while you get yourself ready for the day. After the both of you are done, we shall descend and partake in the banquet prepared for us below."

After a few minutes, Kalani came out of the washroom. The bright gem chose to wore a white, airy dress that fluttered softly upon the winds' whispers. Whenever the gale swept by, the dress would be lifted just enough to quickly flash a spot of her smooth legs, just below her thighs, before the dress brushed down again. A unique mix of innocence and seduction that had Cuwarr skip on a breath once his covered eyes landed on her figure. In fact, he had to pull up his eye-cloth just to get an eyeful of her luscious form. "My, my," Cuwarr smirked, pulling down the eye-cloth once more. "At this rate, I might have competition." Cuwarr tilted his head as Kalani went over to him, sliding her fingers between the spaces of his left hand. "You do not disappoint, my dear rose. You will forgive me, however, if I am forced to use violence against some lecherous stares." The warlord lifted their interlocked hands, gliding the back of Kalani's palm against his face before planting a soft kiss in the centre. Then, even Sorici walked over to him, taking his other hand in hers in the same manner as Kalani. And, although he sensed a split-seconds' worth of hesitation, a warm tug strummed at Cuwarr's heart to know that this stubborn lotus is really trying her best. So, he squeezed her hand gently before also planting a kiss on it.

Mind you, he learned the gesture from observing these gems. In Drakka, there was no such thing as kissing the hand of others for that meant being subjugated. But, in Gemminia, it meant that 'you treasure them'. And, Cuwarr does. He really does.

Then again, he wasn't used to such 'mushy' and emotional moments. Thus, Cuwarr deftly stood up and patted the top of his wives' heads. "Yes, we shall be going home to my fortress in the east. My domain as warlord extends to the eastern side of Drakka where I am currently tasked with suppressing the rebels there. This will not be an easy journey, my dears. My fortress is carved into the mountain there where the harsh and biting winds blow for a good portion of the day. It is only warm during the sun's initial rise, the point where the sun is closest. But, worry not. I assure you, you will get used to it." He smiled at them before kissing their foreheads as his finger traced the outline of the mark that forked near their ear. "Now, go on, prepare for the day. Once you're done, meet me in the banquet hall." He playfully shooed them off before he went over to one of the side tables and pulled out an ornate, wooden flute which he placed near his lips. As he blew on the embouchure, his fingers pressing on one note after the other, a familiar melody filled the room as Cuwarr faced the open window which spilled the melody upon the meadows that lay in front of him. Although raspy, broken and a few shrill sounds pierced, Cuwarr mimicked the same symphony of the Gemminite royal family. Why he suddenly began playing it from memory, even Cuwarr himself didn't know. But, the crisp staccato notes that blended with the upbeat melody gave a sense of rebellion and change within him. However, like every song, it ends with the silence of an unchanged reality.

The warlord turned around, his lips still playing the same fanfare albeit now soft and stuck in a rondo. His absent-minded steps led him to the banquet hall, not minding the stares of the other drakkens who found it weird for a drakken of his status to be doing this.

Cubix's Grove of Plots -- Newly Updated :D

Welcome to Cubix's characters! Now, feel free to browse through the characters and take a feel for the lore and story that they are part of. Know, that these will be the characters that I will be pairing with your character. Each character has a unique story which you will be a part of should you choose that character's tale :D

Things to Know:
1. Do PM me :c I don't check the thread often. I'm sorry T^T
2. I can typically write from two to five paragraphs-- sometimes more. I am not really good with grammar, but I would like to ask that your posts be understandable. Oh, and also I'd like my partner to be at least somewhere in the medium-casual to advance levels, if that makes any sense :c
3. I am a fairly slow writer since my days would suddenly be too tense and tight. Rest assured, I'll give you a heads-up.
4. Along with that, I am also a very patient one. I am able to wait even up to three months of inactivity, and I'd still be willing to continue :D
5. I'd like my partner to also be able to progress the story with me :D I want someone who can build the world, not just play it out. After all, it takes two to tango!
6. Also, have fun :D

Legends

Taken A - Story is actively ongoing, and the plot is in its beginning phases.
Taken B - Story is actively ongoing, and the plot is in its middle phases.
Taken C - Story is actively ongoing, and the plot is nearing its climax.
Taken D - Story is actively ongoing, and the plot is nearing its end.
On-Hiatus A - Story is paused, and the plot is in its beginning phases.
On-Hiatus B - Story is paused, and the plot is in its middle phases.
On-Hiatus C - Story is paused, and the plot is nearing its climax.
On-Hiatus D - Story is paused, and the plot is nearing its end.
Vacant - Story is available.
Vacant Z - Story is available, and old partner-created lore and background needs to be taken into consideration.

Plots

Iris Ullushe

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Iris Ullushe

The Blind Hermit

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Status: On-Hiatus C
Name of Story: The Blind Price
Setting: Fantasy-Medieval country of Khoti; starts in the Viltis Woods
Lore Size: Large-Expansive
Plot: A famous mercenary, grown bored with the normal missions that the capital city brings, is suddenly presented with a peculiar quest: a job to escort a patron to the far-flung village of Acheron. Now, it wasn't the quest that raised the mercenary's brows. Rather, it was the reward: one gold coin. However, the mission smelled of excitement, and as such, the mercenary went to meet with the employer. Then, to the mercenary's disbelief, the employer wasn't a rich businessman or a distinguished officer. No, Iris, the patron, was not even anyone important. In fact, he was just a hermit-- a blind hermit.

Anuth

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Anuth

The Grim Reaper

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Status: Taken A
Name of Story: Death's Gentle Regret
Setting: Fantastical-Medieval world of Quris
Lore Size: Large-Expansive
Plot: A grim reaper was once an angel whose wings were torn asunder because of their disobedience. For their penance, they must collect the souls of those whose strings were set to be severed. After a hundred set souls, they would once again regain their wings, and be part of the bright chorus of angels. Thus, Anuth, a grim reaper, viciously collects humanity's souls without remorse. While other reapers give a few minutes or hours before the person expires, the eager reaper uses his scythe to instantly kill the dying individual as he readies himself for another soul. Now, at his hundredth soul, Anuth drifts into the woman's home. His black cloak fluttering behind him, and with but a whisper, he raises his scythe and brings it down on the girl. However, his blade phases through her, and no matter what Anuth did, he could not sever the girl's soul in order to finally regain his wings.

Angered, Anuth ascends to the heavens as he confronts the One with furious questions of why he can't sever his last soul. The One shrugs it off, telling Anuth that, perhaps, while he had dutifully performed his duties as a reaper, he never really learned the value and lesson of life. He did his task to ascend, not to learn. As such, the One sends Anuth back to the mortal world so that he may learn more of human life. With but a snap of His fingers, Anuth is reeled back to earth-- stripped off of a great portion of his divinity and powers, the fallen reaper wanders the cold rainy streets. Feeling mortal emotions of hunger and chill, the reaper was destined for doom until a woman meets and takes him in-- the same woman whose soul he is destined to sever.

Meldreg Cesqec

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Meldreg Tethot Cesqec

The Prince of the Abandoned

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Status: Vacant
Name of Story: Upheaval
Setting: Starts at the Abomination's Sarcophagus, and expands into the medieval world of Hamur
Lore Size: Massive-Expansive
Plot: Long ago within the canyons of Aker, a massive army mustered by the kings of Hamur encroached upon the Empire of the Abandoned, a mystical fortress of society's outcasts and rebels. Even with the land on their side, the defenders of the Abandoned succumbed to the superior weaponry and numbers of the allied forces. The kings' soldiers swarmed the canyon citadel as they captured the fortress' young prince, Meldreg, and brought the rebel leader to the kingdom of Kafel where the world witnessed Meldreg's execution as the prince's body dangled from the gallows. The kingdoms celebrated Meldreg's death, but the ominous words left by the prisoner sent a tingle down everyone's spines: 'At the sepulchral toll of Tazilek's bells, the Abandoned will rebel from the earth's embrace, and claw out from Neela's grasp.'

After the execution, the people threw Meldreg's body into a special burial pit and labyrinth, built solely to contain the prince's body where no one could resurrect him in order to prove his prophecy wrong. And, so, for the next centuries, the rebels of the Abandoned fell silent upon the forgotten graves in Aker. However, as mankind's knowledge increased, their capability for terror shot up to disastrous levels. A powerful tyrant made it his goal to capture all the kingdoms in order to unite all lands under his rule, and so, he razed kingdom after another, enslaving his enemies whilst his power and wealth grew. The innocents suffered in his diabolical grab for power, and it would seem that the now self-declared emperor Warros was unstoppable.

Then, from one of the peasant villages, the elders sent forth their most promising rogues to deal with the situation. The victims of the tyranny decided that if Meldreg's prophecy was true, the forgotten prince could be the answer to defeating Warros' rule. However, it was quite unfortunate that every able man was forced to serve the army, and as such, they had to make do with a female rogue to search for Meldreg's tomb. But, before the woman could leave for the journey, one of the elders gave her a dazzling, emerald bell-- the Bell of Tazilek. The elder instructed her to ring the bell once she found the tomb in order to awaken Meldreg, and save Hamur from destruction.

So, the rogue travels for miles upon miles, and though battered and bruised, comes face to face with Meldreg's tomb after she traverses through the labyrinth. Quickly, she sounded the bell as an eerie, haunting toll echoed through the labyrinth's stone walls. As the echoes died down, tremors shook the tomb, cracks forking out around the dust-ridden prison of the fallen prince. Then, finally, a forceful hand burst out of the coffin as the prince emerges from his death with fury in his eyes. Immediately, he assaults the rogue with questions, only for him to realize that he was resurrected far too long than what he had envisioned. However, Meldreg focuses his mind, and agrees with the rogue to defeat Warros. But, he would need her help to go back to the forgotten fortress in order to rally the ghosts of his fallen brethren.

Though Meldreg was also known as a monster in his own right, it was often a last ditch hope that it would take a monster to defeat one.

Den Azec

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Denric Azec

The Matchmaker

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Status: Taken A
Name of Story: The Tug of Strings
Setting: The medieval kingdom of Aruth
Lore Size: Small - Expansive
Plot: The king of Aruth was at his wits' end. His only child and daughter, the princess, refused every last suitor sent from the powerful neighboring nations, and frankly, he feared that it would have an effect on the trade relations Aruth would have with their allies. He could never read his daughter's preference for a groom, no matter how much he tried to pry into her private life. So, the king turned to the obscure magical arts as he called for the Matchmakers, a guild of mages who could see a person's relationship with others through 'strings'. The thicker, more vibrant the strings that connected one person to another, the stronger the feelings were. As such, the matchmakers used their gifts to cause their clients to fall in love with a specified individual, tracking the behavior of their strings to check what causes the person to swoon.

As such, the guild sent one of their young apprentice matchmakers to the king who promised to pay a hefty amount of gold should the matchmaker be successful in making the princess accept a royal suitor. With his guild's fame, finance, and, of course, his promotion on the line, Denric accepted the offer as he went off to meet with the princess.

He was so ready, so confident in his skills to see and manipulate his client, but upon seeing the woman, he got the shock of his life. He couldn't see one single string which connected her to another person-- not even to her father or to anyone in the castle. He just... couldn't see her strings! He could see the king's, the knights', and even the maids', but not hers!

But, as time went by, the more he got to know her, Denric made a terrible mistake. As he looked down on his own chest, he saw his own string reaching out to the princess, and right there and then, he feared for his career. It was a mortal sin for a matchmaker to fall for his client, but how could something that feels so good be so wrong?

A dark cloud looms over the horizon for Denric and the princess as the mysteries surrounding the nobles become known-- why the princess' strings do not appear to Denric, why the nations are so adamant in marrying the princess, and why, of all the skilled matchmakers, would the guild send a mere rookie for the important tasks.

A Prized bride (The return)

I, also, lay in wait.

A Prized bride (The return)

Lord Cuwarr Naxremis

Husband of Sorici (@RomanAria), his white lotus, and Kalani (@karamonnom), his auburn rose.

Summary

Cuwarr awakens and discovers a murder scene but pays no real attention to it. He returns to his wives before piecing the information together, fully declaring that he would protect them.

With his wives snuggled beside him, Cuwarr took a moment to relapse. Just a few hours ago, he was shooting down some rebels-- spilling blood. But, now, he laid beside two of the most alluring gems he had ever laid his eyes upon. As he heard their breathing slow down, signalling that they were now asleep, the warlord stole some glances at them. Beautiful? Attractive? No. Divine. Before he gave up his consciousness to the much awaited abyss of rest, Cuwarr pulled them flush against him until Kalani's head rested at the soft of his neck and collarbone and Sorici slumbered on his chest. His arms snaked themselves around their curvaceous waist as he breathed out a sigh of contentment. If anyone saw the drakken now, they would clearly think him delirious for being too obviously happy at the presence of two insignificant gems cuddling against him. A goofy smile that stretched across his lips signalled the giddy spirals of emotions churning inside him. It's been too long, far too long since he had felt the authentic warmth of another beside his. Specifically, it has been fifty years. After all, it was his mother who comforted the drakken after his young body was subjected to the wounds of training. And, even if Cuwarr swore that a part of him was lost to the aether after Stezius desecrated the Naxremis name, perhaps, the parts which he were riven lived inside these two gems near him-- to be with them is to be whole again. At least, that's what his mother used to say.

Then, reality spun out of focus as his eyes gave in to the fatigue of the day. His body, wounded and bruised, might have been exhausted but his heart and mind have never been this happy since he lost his mother centuries ago.

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In the blink of an eye, morning had already came. Cuwarr had already awakened for the day as he finished bathing himself clean. The warlord sat on a stool in front of the window as he began to wear the pieces of his armour. With deft movements, he slipped his hands through the gauntlets and arm guards, securing them to his arms. His greaves and chainmail as well as plate mails were next as he, once again, tied the piece of cloth around his eyes. Cuwarr combed his hair with his hands, avoiding his horns as his golden locks were slicked back. Finally done with his attire, Cuwarr hoisted his longbow from the stand before slinging the quiver over his right shoulder.

Cuwarr strode out of his room, noticing a slight chill in the air and, probably, a sanguine scent. The stench of blood emanated from a room a few blocks away from his. Notching an arrow upon his recurve, Cuwarr swept his gaze side to side, wary of any sign of an assailant. With footsteps as silent as a lion on a prowl, Cuwarr reached the room, kicking it open in one fell swoop before aiming his bow at the area. There was none... except the crimson trail that led to the shower. The drakken was not new to the sight of blood, but there was something about the murder that made him conclude that this was not the work of his kin. The dead bloke was sprawled on the floor, horns and eyes cut from their places. There was also something graceful about the way the drakken was slain: there was purpose to this murder other than just pure bloodlust.

"Not that I care, but..." Cuwarr tilted his head in wonder as he grinned. He had no intention of reporting this event. If anything, this slain drakken was one of his critiques, and a death such as this was fitting for a swine. "Who knew that there were other races capable of this artwork." Gems were the least of his suspicions; they wouldn't even hurt a fly that was stinging them. If anything, these were the rebels that the drakkens had slain from afar. Or, the forces that they repelled from Gemminia. "Rest in pieces, swine."

The warlord closed the door before sauntering off to the dining area. He noted the different viands and treats before grabbing a few bread rolls and heading back to his room. He placed the bread rolls on a wide plate, setting it down on a nearby dresser. As he looked at his wives, he remembered how the slain drakken's wives were nowhere to be found. So, whoever killed the drakken also took the wife. If this was a mere squabble between two drakken lords, the murder scene could not have been that messy. It would have been a quick strike that decapitated. But, the mere fact that the horns were cut, the eyes were pierced, and overall, the body was ruined... would mean that the killer hated the drakkens and sought to liberate the wives. So, were the killers... gems?

"N-no," Cuwarr mumbled. "Unlikely." A pattern had to be seen before he could conclude anything. Even up to now, the gemminites never ceased to pique his interest.

As he swept those problems to the back of his mind, Cuwarr set the plate down as he sat on the bed, smiling at how his wives slept peacefully. A strange, humming sensation filled him; an odd urge to protect these fragile creatures. "I pity the poor soul who would dare hurt the two of you." Cuwarr whispered under his breath before taking a breadroll and softly biting down on it.

A Prized bride (The return)

I shall be posting soon.

A Prized bride (The return)

I'm waitin' on RomanAria, but no biggie.