<br/>This is the OOC thread for "Slaying the Heart"<br/>http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=165690.0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=165690.0)<br/>GM - Wintercat (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=16754)<br/>Player - Rhev (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=25855)<br/><br/><br/>Protagonist:<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><strong>Freeblade Joli Engel</strong></span><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Extended description for Joli Engel</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/llGDgZy.jpg)<br/>Elven trained Freeblade, Joli Engel</div>stuff goes here.</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Joli Engel's backstory</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: right;">pilin manke i' goth il en <br/>usce" a' i' dolen en' ho<br/>tuuma salka ar' kola  faana<br/>kelva lasse no' i' suu,<br/>quenat ar' russe helda' ar'</div></td><td>     </td><td>Strike where your enemy is not expecting it.<br/>Dance to the hidden places of his eye.<br/>Let your movements dance and carry your body,<br/>like a leaf on the wind,<br/>so too your body and blade, naked and free.</td></tr><tr><td>     </td><td>     </td><td>     </td></tr><tr><td><div style="text-align: right;">Original Elvish prose<br/></div></td><td>     </td><td>Motto of the Elven Freeblade<br/>Translated to common</td></tr></tbody></table></div><br/><hr/><br/>Joli Engel, trained elven freeblade, is a living instrument of vengeance.<br/><br/>She was borne to loving human parents, merchants who traded freely between the germanic humans of which they were descended and the 'levarart' clan elven nation.  Her family, of which she knows very little, was the head of a small troupe of traveling merchants, trading between the elves and the humans.  However when Joli was a newborn her family caravan was attacked by a rampaging horde of goblins.  Every person was slain, ten men, women, and children, overwhelmed by the goblins ferocity and numbers.  Joli's mother knew at the beginning of the attack however how dire the circumstances were.  She gave her newborn some chewed monkshood, putting the baby into a deep sleep.  Then she hid the child in a wooden crate, lined with blankets, and nailed the box shut as battle raged outside of the covered wagon.  She covered the box and hid it behind others full of wagon parts, and behind a barrel full of iron nails.  Before the baby Joli woke, everyone was dead.  The goblins had looted anything they could easily carry, and taken the horses for their own dinner.  Three times as many green skinned corpses lay about the bloody site as human, but the goblins cared little for such losses.<br/><br/>The bloody ambush had occured well inside the boundaries of the elven lands however, and it was not long before an elven scout came upon the site of the carnage.  The scout, an elven woman named Lenti'ana, moved about the site horrified that such a thing could happen inside the borders of her people's lands.  The goblins had never been so bold in the past, at least not since the dungeon lord had been struck down more than a decade before.  It was then that Lenti'ana heard the noise, the soft muffled noise.  Her keen elven hearing led her to the wagon, then box, that Joli had been sealed inside.  From inside the babe was crying, scared, alone, and hungry.  Lenti'ana was clad in little more than some straps of leather and a simple wrap of moonsilk, as she was a freeblade, a warrior who fought while all but naked.  As Lenti'ana drew the babe from the box, she made soft shushing noises and rocked the human child, speaking soft calming elvish words.  <br/><br/>But the babe's cries affected Lenti'ana on the most base level, that of a babe and a woman.  Lenti'ana's slim breasts ached, and a single drop of white milk began to gather at the tip of one of her quickly hardening nipples.  Drawing the moonsilk wrap from her body, she brought the babe to her slim elven breast, and the child did as a child knows.  Lenti'ana felt a bond to the child immediately as it suckled on her breast, a joy entered her life unlike any she'd ever experienced.  It was then that Lenti'ana knew that she would do anything for this child.<br/><br/>Later Lenti'ana built a huge pyre for the humans that had been slain.  She recognized the babe's parents, though she did not know their names.  Yet as the wagon full of pitch, wood, and the bodies of the humans burned into the night, she sang a dirge for the humans.  It was a deep soulful dirge one that would have torn at the soul of any who'd heard it, yet, it held a counterpoint of joy.  For Lenti'ana knew that even this tragedy had given her a gift, one that came at a terrible cost, but one that she would treasure.  Joli's cries were soft, a human counterpoint to the elvish song.  When the funeral pyre was naught but embers and ashes, and the sun had risen in the east, Lenti'ana took up the babe in a sling, and made her way home.<br/><br/><br/>Lenti'ana was almost forced to take the babe to the human lands and give it over to someone.  But her feroicity, her passion, was that the babe was now hers according to ancient law.  It was argued that such law held for the adoption of an elven child, and that humans had no place in such traditions.  But Lenti'ana made clear that she would raise this babe, would love it, and nothing would stop that.  Were they to send the child out of their lands, they would be exiling her as well.  Even then it was almost a near thing, but she sang a song of love and pleading that lasted of a day and a night.  It was only when her voice broke and she could speak no longer, plead no longer, scream her defiance at the elders no longer, that they finally relented.  The babe was Lenti'ana's to raise as if it were her own.<br/><br/>She named the babe Joli Engel, elvish for 'angel of joy'.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Joli grew much faster than elven children of course.  Also she was much more sturdy.  But true to the name that her elven mother had given her, she was an angel of joy.  She seemed very happy, all the time.  Even when teased by bullies for being a 'clumsy and fat human' girl, she could only smile and continue at their play, letting their words slip away without touching her.  She did have friends as well, and later when she came of age, lovers among the elven people.  The only time she grew hateful of her heritage was around this time, when the moon took hold of her and her body began to change from girl to woman.  She cursed the body hair that grew on her, marking her as so different than her elven friends.  None of them had a single hair that did not grow on their heads, and she felt shame at the patch of golden curls that grew between her hips.<br/><br/>She had spent more then a decade flitting about the forest often wearing nothing but sun and sky, but with the advent of her puberty, she grew ashamed.  She began clothing herself to hide the hair that caused immature elven children to taunt and mock her.  Of course her mother noticed how she was now hiding her body, and asked why.  When Joli broke down and admitted her shame, her mother soothed her and caressed her, rocking the girl till she was comforted.  Lenti'ana went out for three days and two nights, returning with a recipe she'd found from a human alchemist.  Mixing the proper plants with a tiny bit of tallow.  She took her daughter to a stream and with a sharp knife cut away most of the girl's hated pubic hair.  Then applying the waxy salve, she told Joli how to make this balm.  It was a depilatory, a concept unfamiliar to the elves but common enough among humans.  Where the salve was rubbed, her hair fell out, not growing back for nearly a full moon's cycle.<br/><br/>It was at this time when the young girl kissed her mother.  But this kiss was more than the kiss of a daughter to a mother.  It was as she had seen her mother's lovers give, full of passion and lust.  For Joli's hormones had driven her to be confused about the feelings of love and lust that she had.   Lenti'ana drew the child close, but only held her.  She explained that Joli was still young and needed more time before she should act on these feelings.  Joli cried again, truly sad for the second time in her life.  Why?  She cried.   Why should her mother not caress her body the way she did the elven lovers that sometimes shared their home for a month or a single night?  Why could Joli not press her fingers to Lenti'ana's sex the way that the elven men did who were so kind to both of them?<br/><br/>Lenti'ana explained how sex among the elven people was as natural as drawing breath.  That because Lenti'ana had a child already, no elf was interested in a serious relationship with her.  But that also did not preclude the occasional lover.  Lenti'ana explained however that among humans, there was a time when it was considered improper to let a child enjoy sex.  Among the elves, children often experimented with other children as their bodies told them to do so.  But as the elves aged differently, they were much more mature mentally by the times their bodies were ready for sex.  So Lenti'ana told Joli that she must wait till the day that marked sixteen years from the day that she was allowed by the elders to keep the baby found in the woods.<br/><br/>Joli agreed and was again happy.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>For several more years, Joli grew and learned.  She often watched her mother practicing the art of the freeblade, mirroring her actions.  She often watched her mother with lovers, sometimes more than one, and made careful note of the things that seemed to bring the most pleasure.  Then later at night, if Joli were to touch herself in those ways, she tried to do so silently.  She did not wish to break her promise to her mother to wait until her sixteenth name day.  Of course, Joli didn't realize that her mother's elven night vision could see those fumbling explorations in the dark night when Joli's human eyes saw nothing but blackness.  Lenti'ana knew that such explorations were natural, and smiled as her daughter tried to do what she thought was right.<br/><br/>The night of her sixteenth name day, Joli was sung too by the clan loresinger.  She was given full star wine for the first time.  She ran naked through the woods in a great chase with some of a new group of friends, older now than her.  She danced and sang and was led to bed by her mother.  She forgot that night to ask her mother to finally lay with her.  But the next day was a different matter, and as her mother and a new lover, an elven man from a nearby tribe tousled, she slid into the bed with them.  So quietly and naturally did she stroke and touch and kiss, that the pair made no protest.  It was that night, not the night before, that Joli felt she had become a woman.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The next two years were a marked change in Joli's life.  Suddenly all her childish pleasures seemed empty and hollow to her.  Running naked through the forest seemed pointless.  Guessing the fall of leaves from trees was empty.  All that seemed to matter was the physical bliss she felt with a lover, or several lovers.  Her mother Lenti'ana was concerned about this, and about the passions of a human woman in an elven village where sex was considered as normal as drinking water.  So she turned her daughter towards the discipline and precision of the dance of the freeblade.   Joli took to it of course, as she'd been playing at mimicing it for years now.  It was a simple and easy choice to set her to work with a master teacher, and in under a year, the human girl had already mastered skills that took elven students a decade to learn.  Her pleasures of the flesh lessened, and she took lovers as often as her mother, but no longer went about spreading her legs for anyone that asked at any time.  The old elvish saying held true that "A hand busy holding a bow has no time for idle evils."<br/><br/>Joli became a good freeblade, dancing and spinning, a scimitar her chosen blade.  She whirled about and danced, her body as bare as the day she was born.  Thanks to the salve she could now make in her sleep, as hairless as any elven fighter.  Her blonde hair the color of sunlight on a field of wheat, whirled about her as she twirled and danced, swinging the silvery scimitar about her body.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>But eventually, the wanderlust that often hit elven people landed upon Lenti'ana.  She had spent seventeen years living in the town, and raising her adopted daughter and now incestuous lover.  Lenti'ana knew she needed to pick up her blade and venture forth on a walk, eager to see the world again.  She told Joli about this need, and the woman was saddened, but understood.  The concept of the wanderlust was one she understood, seeing it as she'd grown up around elves.  Lenti'ana made clear her plans to leave when the last of the snows melted a few months from that point, and would remain with Joli in their home till then.  Human and Elf shared a full night of passions, and Lenti'ana took an earring from a box of carved darkwood.  "Daughter," she said, "I knew some day you might need this.  I fear that you will be gone before I return so I give this to you now.  Among my people," she said making a distinction that made it clear that Joli was not physically an elf, even if she was one in spirit, "We are very infertile.  A woman who gets with child once a decade is considered blessedly fertile.  As for myself, these last seventeen years, I have laid with many men, and often at the right time, yet I have not had a child of my own.  It may be that the gods are telling me I could never have a child more perfect than you, or it may just be that my people are not especially fecund.  But humans are, and while your soul may be elven, your body is not."<br/><br/>With that she took the earring that looked to be carved of a shell, opalescent and shimmery, and put it into Joli's ear.  A matching one for the other ear followed along  and Lenti'ana kissed her daughter's forehead.  Joli was only two days past her monthly flow, a time among almost all races that women found it impossible to get with child.  Lenti'ana said, "As long as you wear these earrings a few times a week, your cycle will stay at it's current moon.  You will not get with child till you remove these and leave them out for a month or more.   It is important that you wear these until you are ready... you can not lay with humans as you have elves in the past.  You will find yourself with child.<br/><br/>Joli thanked her mother for the kindness, and then spent the night showing her how much she appreciated the gift.<br/><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/llGDgZy.jpg)</div><br/><hr/><br/>Months later, Joli found herself truly sad again for the third time in her life.  The absence of her mother, now gone on a walk, left a hollowness in her heart.  While she still had the home it felt hollow.  She took lovers, but felt bored, wanting more.  Before long she was playing host to multiple partners, and then hosting orgies of carnal delight.  Yet somehow she felt that she needed more.  A clan elder approached her one day, and after she had pleasured him, he explained why he had come to her.  He was concerned for her, and the fact that she'd thrown herself at him immediately proved that she was bored, that she needed something.  He brewed her a cup of strong magical tea, one that put one foot of hers in the dream realm and one in the real world.  There he told the story of how Lenti'ana had come to find the human newborn.  He told of the great shame that the elven people had for letting the goblins do such a thing inside their own borders.  He told her that she must seek out her own kind and find her way in the world.  That she would always be welcome back here among her adopted people, but that she needed to find a path other than practice with her blade and nights of passion with elven lovers.<br/><br/>Joli saw the truth of this, and decided she would learn about the goblins.  She would extract revenge for the parents she'd never known.  Not because she felt she owed it to them, but because it felt somehow honorable and right.  She wondered what her parents looked like, and none in the elven village seemed to remember much about them save that they often traveled to a human town many days to the south.  Thankfully Joli's education had included the common trade language that all humans seemed to speak.  The elder gifted Joli with a gown of moonsilk, translucent and sheer, that hung down to her knees and was slit up the side to her waist.  Then he gave her a leather corset, boots, gloves, and epaulet.   Joli chafed at the clothing, insisting that she need not wear such coverings, that she was more comfortable naked.  The elder explained that such was not allowed among the humans and she must cover herself, or at least make a pretense of it.  Touching her sensitive nipples and then her sex he noted that these two spots espcially humans considered very private, not fit for common display.<br/><br/>Joli dressed in the soft moonsilk and the leather and sighed.   "But elder," she said, "You can see the curve and color of my nipples through the fabric."  She pinched her nipples through the silk, and they raised up pointing through the silk.  True enough not only the shape, but also a good sense of the color and appearance of her teats could be seen through the transluscent silk.  Joli continued,  She pulled the front of the dress down her body, then pulling it between her legs, she spread her thighs, allowing the silk to press tight against her hairless sex.  "And here, you can plainly see the thick outer lips of my cleft.  Were I to be aroused right now, doubtless you could even see the inner lips I do not doubt."  True enough also that the translucent silk did little to hide her womanly charms, and that was when it wasn't billowing out away from her and frankly exposing her.  But the elder held up a hand, "Yes Joli, this is true.  But as I said, you must at least make an effort to appear as if you are hiding your charms, even if you are not.  But the humans will not know how to handle such blatant display.  The men will lust after you, and likely women as well, for your body is ripe and tender and you will find that your beauty will cause humans to want to lay with you.  This is another weapon you can use.  Make their desire work for you, make them do as you wish before you give up your body, or not, as you see fit."<br/><br/>Joli nodded, feeling that to ration out sex seemed somehow wrong.  But then again she did not know human culture, and the elder was very wise.  So she would listen to him.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>A year had passed and Joli had been accepted by the humans of the border town of Mikah's crossing, which lay at a ford in a wide river.  She had become an excellent scout for the town as well as gaurdswoman.  There was a time of adjustment, but before long she realized that the dour humans simply did not have sex the same way as the elves.  As such she often found herself wanting for partners that did not think that an invitation to her bed was also some sort of declaration of intent to marry.  But eventually she found a good balance, especially with the constant flow of merchants and adventurers that traveled through town.  It was here that she studied and tried her hardest to learn as much as she could about the goblin culture.  Her vow of vengeance was not forgotten, and trading lessons in the goblin tongue with the old man who knew it in exchange for what little sexual pleasure he could take was a winning deal on both sides in her mind.   She enjoyed the bed of her teacher, a frail old man in his sixties.  He was a soft and patient lover, not given to passion, but slow stroking joy.  He was almost elven in his attitutde towards sex, and on the occasions when his manhood failed to respond, he would touch her and simply enjoy the pleasure he brought to her body.<br/><br/>Joli was nineteen when the call came.  The forces of darkness had continued, slower, but still unabated, over the last generation.  A call for adventurers was finally put out by all the dukes, barons, knights, and kings of the land.  Heroes were needed, it was time to take the fight back to the evil ones.  It was time to strike back and drive the evil back from civilized lands.  Joli resigned her commission as a gaurdswoman and pulled out her mooncloth dress and leather bodice.  She would report to her local baron, she knew that if anyone would know where a goblin warren was, he would.  If anyone would be the one to clear the green skinned devils at sword point into the afterlife, it would be she.<br/><br/>Joli's nipples hardened and her sex began to moisten as she strapped her gear to her body and made way for the baron's manse.  She would answer the call, she would find revenge for her birth parents, she would be a hero.<br/><br/></div></div><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td> (http://i.imgur.com/zbcqQq8.jpg) </td><td> Character sheet - http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=515862 (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=515862)<br/><em>-Quick description of Joli</em><br/> Elven trained 'Freeblade' - a combat style which emphasizes complete freedom of movement<br/> Human woman, adopted as a newborn by an elven freeblade<br/> Prefers a Scimitar as her main weapon<br/> Very sexually open - Bisexual </td></tr></tbody></table>