[EX][Nayearth] - Preludes
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				Title: <strong>[EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>02-06-2008, 07:26:10</strong>
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				The camp was orderly and ready.&nbsp; Even if they were still two days out from the nearest site of raiding Garreth insisted on a full watch and readiness.&nbsp; Not that any of Lady Lauralana's followers would shirk their duty, but the grizzled dwarf knew it never hurt to remind them to stay alert and ready.&nbsp; One could never let down their guard when it came to the Shadowspawn.&nbsp; The blasted things were growing more and more crafty every day.&nbsp; Not to mention less obvious.&nbsp; Some weren't even actual spawn any more, but normal men lured into the Moon's service with promises of power or station or sometimes just base gold.&nbsp; He shook his head and scowled.&nbsp; He wasn't as dismissive of the animal races as most of his people, but even he had to admit there were dozens of them ready to betray and steal and murder each other over empty greed and anger for each honorable and strong spirit that he found.&nbsp; <br><br>His musing was interrupted by the approach of a group of humans on horseback, armored and covered with fine tabbards and livery.&nbsp; Undoubtedly the knight the King had dispatched to deal with the raiding in his western reaches.&nbsp; The dwarf planted the butt of his axe in the ground and stood watching the barded warhorses approach.&nbsp; He was not the only one drawn to the sight.&nbsp; There was an inescapable majesty to the dozen fully armored knights closing with the camp.&nbsp; A quick glace confirmed that Lauralana's squire was among the gathered watchers.&nbsp; "Go and make sure yer lady knows he's here lass," he said, "I'll see to his escort and bring him to her tent."<br><br>Without waiting for the girl's acknowledgment, he stepped forward.&nbsp; The woman was young, but if Lauralana saw promise in her who was he to argue.&nbsp; Soon enough, the thundering horses reached the edge of their camp.&nbsp; The leader dismounted and removed his helm, exposing a smoothly shaven face framed with golden hair and set with a pair of starkly bright blue eyes.<br><br>"I am Prince Tristan of Bartain," he informed Garreth in a voice that sounded more suited to singing than shouting orders, "I am here to meet with the Lady Lauralana.&nbsp; I would ask that my escort be afforded some water and rest as well."<br><br>The dwarf barely contained his sigh.&nbsp; By every holy stone they'd sent a prince.&nbsp; A young silver-tonged court-rat of a prince at that it seemed.&nbsp; Hopefully he'd be smart enough to stay out of their way.&nbsp; At least he hadn't not been arrogant enough to demand hospitality.&nbsp; Garreth directed a couple of the camp followers to see to the other knights and turned towards the large command tent at the camp's center.&nbsp; "This way yer Highness," he said as he trudged towards the tent.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>02-06-2008, 07:48:41</strong>
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				The squire was a young woman, even by human standards. Of eighteen summers, her golden hair was kept severely cropped though it was uncommon for females to do so. Her entire teenage years have been spent servicing, and learning from the elf Lauralana. <br><br>Dressed in simple clothing, she speeds through the camp, limber and nimble as she seeks her Mistress' tent. To Ana the elf woman Lauralana was akin to a goddess. Ana worshipped the elegant maiden, and hung upon her every word much to the elf's chagrin.<br><br>The tent that housed the elf was no simple tent, its fabric enhanced by a bit of earth magic to help retain the heat within, and to keep the rain out. The inside was toasty but dark, for the elven eyes of Lauralana needed little light, and such the lanterns were only lit when a human was in need.<br><br>"My Lady!" Ana sputtered slightly, even as a slender hand of Lauralana was lifted and the room brightens for the squire's benefit. Seated on a cot was a long limbed woman of indeterminable age. Hair that was spun silver, intricately weaved to be kept close to her head caught the sudden light, eyes that seemed as ancient as the world peered with their greens lifting toward the squire.<br><br>"Shhh Ana...remember yourself. In this tent one's voice is kept low...no need for the entire camp to hear what goes on." The voice of the elf was melodic if not a bit cool, her lips do not even curve into a smile when she speaks.<br><br>"Forgive me Milady, but our guests have arrived!" That was all that needed to be said, and the woman rises, showing her true hieght. Lauralana was short by elven standards, reaching just under six feet, and the breeches and blouse she wears to unencumber her legs only emphasised her height as she walks with a purpse through the tent flap, toward the growing gathering that heralded an arrival.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>02-06-2008, 08:08:21</strong>
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				Tristan followed the dwarf.&nbsp; He knew an experienced elven shadowhunter's followers would be an unusual mix, gathered from across Nayearth in her travels, but knowing such a fact was a far cry from seeing the mixture of men and women gathered here.&nbsp; He kept his expression as carefully schooled as he could as they traveled to the center of the camp.<br><br>But not even a lifetime of training in the courtly arts could keep him from staring when he first saw the elf Lauralana.&nbsp; As rarely as he people graced the courts of humans, he had never had occasion to actually see an elf before.&nbsp; He missed a step and then stopped, held for a long moment to gaze upon her before he was able to recover enough of his wits to approach.&nbsp; It was then he noticed the girl trailing in the elf's wake, but he dismissed her quickly, along with everyone else that was not the beauty before him.<br><br>Coming before her, he dropped to one knee and bowed his head.&nbsp; "My lady," he said in a voice clear only due to the hours of training it had been put to, "I am Tristan, Prince of Bartain.&nbsp; On behalf of my father, King Durhan, I welcome you to our lands and thank you for the aid you have offered in dealing with this flurry of raiding and banditry."<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>02-06-2008, 15:29:33</strong>
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				Green eyes glittered as the Prince openly gawked, silvery head tossed back slightly as her steps slowed, halting when he kneels. She is used to such consternation among humans, and as such avoids villages or heavily populated regions, preferring to send Ana and Garreth as her delegates.<br><br>It is small wonder in her mind that the humans hold her race in such apparent awe, put aside she was elvenkin all together her kind was a rare breed, the blessings of their race came with the hinderance of few births. So even if the elven race were not gifted more so then the beastmen of Nayearth, the ones who breed like rabbits would always hold those races whose breeding was a good bit slower in some sort of awe.<br><br>"Well met to you Prince Tristan." Lauralana does not fidget or look in the slightest of unease as a Prince knelt before her. Her head dips slightly in deference to his apparent title, but also is a silent bid for him to rise. "It would hardly do for me to allow the spawn to gather strength, I am certain that soon we shall see the last of their numbers." This last was mostly a boast, it seemed to the elf woman that for every two spawn she killed five more took their place.<br><br>"Tell me Prince, where have the majority of the raids taken place?" She questions as she turns easily, beckoning him to follow her back to her tent. "See to it Ana, that the Prince's men are welll looked after.." Ana dips a curtsy to both the Prince and the Elf woman before scurrying off.
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				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>02-06-2008, 17:51:05</strong>
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				Tristan rose, his composure regained now.&nbsp; "There have been raids all alone the Western March," he answered as they walked, "And most of the roads in the region are unsafe without a strong guard.&nbsp; However, the first reports of trouble started several months with a few travelers being waylaid along the roads near the town of Heute.&nbsp; The Red Hand, a tribe of orks and some ogres, has dwelt near there for several generations.&nbsp; I suspect they are the instigators of this."&nbsp; His theory had met with scoffing from the more experienced knights, who claimed it was just the natural cycle.&nbsp; The goblinoids bred up numbers and got restless every few years and had to be culled.<br><br>"If there is a shadowspawn guiding them, It would make sense to look for it at where this began would it not?"<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>02-06-2008, 18:02:31</strong>
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				Lauralana listened to his words, her ears that point sharply upwards flick occasionally almost habitually. For a long moment she does not speak, not until the flaps of her tent are pulled back and he is ushered inside. Another flick of her wrists and the lanterns glow faintly, bathing the area in golden light.<br><br>The creak of her leather breeches break the silence as she bends to retrieve a parchment from a chest nearby. "In ages past, Shadowspawn would work from one area. Breeding with beastmen and corrupting others to gain armies. They worked in ever widening circles, now they are too few, too weak to really pose much of a threat of building armies but their instincts are the same. You are correct to assume it is where things first began to escalate that we should look."<br><br>The parchment unrolled was a map of the known world, already a half a dozen red circles were marked and inked through, presumably shadowspawn she herself has irradicated. "It is wise to seek help from an elven hunter of spawn, rather then investigate yourself." This comment was said offhand, perhaps intending to be a compliment though the slightly imperious tones offput this.
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				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>02-06-2008, 18:47:54</strong>
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				Tristan followed and nodded looking over the map as she unrolled it.&nbsp; He paused a moment at her comment, but decided that she meant it as a compliment or at least a statement of fact.&nbsp; "Yes," he said quietly, "I am quite fortunate to have your aid in this matter.&nbsp; I fear my father's advisors dismiss this as nothing more than a swelling of the monsters numbers causing them to strike out.&nbsp; But if one looks closely at the reports, there are indications of organization.&nbsp; Members of more than one tribe working together on some of the raids and the timing of the raids to insure that the local lord's forces must be spread to thinly to stop them.&nbsp; As proud as the tribes are, it would take something powerful to force them to work together like that."<br><br>He pointed to an area of swampland near the town of Heute.&nbsp; "It seems to me that striking at the heart first would disrupt their communication and organization.&nbsp; Without the shadowspawn uniting them, the rest will be much easier to pick off.&nbsp; Plus better to act against the leader of this before he is fully aware of what's been brought to bear against him.&nbsp; I am certain he would fortify his position or worse yet retreat into hiding if he knew you were coming for him." 
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				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>02-06-2008, 18:54:43</strong>
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				Lauralana settles her hands onto her hips, her green eyes narrowing softly. "Surely you humans can take care of a few orcs. Once the spawn is out of the way it is just the matter of flushing them." One finger taps the waistline of her tight breeches, almost absently as the other lifts to push back a silvery strand of hair.<br><br>"It is probably for the best that the advisors take the point that it is simply a few orc attacks for now. However after I have dispense of the shadowspawn I will have to speak with them. The reason the spawn are so limited now is due to diligent hunting of them, crushing them before they can gain power." <br><br>One well-kept nail is extended toward the regions around the swamplands, "How accessible is this? As soon as we near say a mile or so within the spawn even the weakest of the spawns will be able to sense my magic. We will need ot move fast once that occurs. The upside is once I get that close I will be able to smell it's stink as well."
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				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>02-06-2008, 19:45:41</strong>
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				He looked up and nodded.&nbsp; "Exactly," he agreed, "Without the spawn behind them, they will be no match for us.&nbsp; If you'd like I can send word back that you wish an audience after this is done.&nbsp; I cannot imagine that my father and his advisors would decline such a meeting."<br><br>He then reached to his belt and withdrew and sealed case with a smaller map of the swamp.<br><br>"I had this drawn up by the royal cartographers," he explained, "Unfortunately, I've never been to the swamp myself.&nbsp; But as you can see, it's treacherous through and through.&nbsp; We might be able to find a local guide and go overland, but I think the best way to reach the interior swiftly would be by riverboat.&nbsp; The river cuts through the heart of the swamp, so your magic should allow us to sense where in that murk they're hiding.&nbsp; My knights and I won't be as useful in that terrain I'm afraid, but we can go in on foot with you."&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>02-06-2008, 19:51:27</strong>
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				"How quickly can you obtain three boats, large enough to carry supplies and a good number of people. I will ensure that the people on the boat I am riding are less wieghty then normal, but I can not do that with the others without the shadowspawn thinking I am on one of them. It would not do for him to attack the wrong boat." Lauralana points into three different locations, "We will launch an assualt on three different fronts, the spawn will be attracted to any magic so me and Garreth shall need to be together. The rest will likely be orcs or ogres that have fallen under the spawn's organization."<br><br>Green eyes lift, seeking to catch the Prince's eyes with her own, "We have to make haste. The longer I am here the more attention we draw, and attention we do not want to get back to the spawn." 
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				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>02-06-2008, 20:15:58</strong>
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				Tristan nodded.&nbsp; "Heute has a large dock, there will be boats there.&nbsp; I can send a runner ahead now to make sure three of them are made ready discreetly for us.&nbsp; We can board them either in the town, or meet them along the river."<br><br>He met her eyes and stroked his chin.&nbsp; Then he looked back to the map and traced his finger as he spoke.&nbsp; "If we broke camp and marched through the night we could reach the docks in Heute just before dawn.&nbsp; The troops would be able to rest during the trip and we'd arrive in the swamp around midday.&nbsp; Facing the spawn with the Sun high and Moon absent would give us the advantage.&nbsp; Even if we were spied, they'd have little time to prepare." <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>02-06-2008, 22:21:15</strong>
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				Lauralana sighs softly, an almost wearied sight as she straightens from the map, her eyes narrowing as her gaze falls upon her own map that circled this very area with red circles. That in itself would be troubling, if there was any chance of somehow a core spawn was at work. It would fit, all the outbreaks of spawn have been growing in widening circles around this swamp, but Lauralana knew that there was no core, the procreator of Shadowspawn long since gone.<br><br>"Good. Have him sent immediately, we leave as soon as your men are rested, and we meet them along the river. I do not want to go through town." The instructions came easily upon her lips, commands falling as naturally as the air she breathed. She may not look it, but Lauralana was over nine hundred years old, the last Elf to be birthed, and her own age of becoming having only recently past. The age when an elf becomes ready physically to procreate. Thus her decision of when to find her way back to the elven homelands, to find a mate for herself. <br><br>"I will make the going as easy as I can, but I can not spare the energy to make the trip comfortable for you humans. I will need to save the energy for defeating the Shadowspawn."
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				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>03-06-2008, 00:01:12</strong>
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				Tristan nodded.&nbsp; "I'll have my fastest rider dispatched immediately to have the boats made ready and meet us downstream from Heute.&nbsp; And don't worry about my men.&nbsp; We may only be human, but we can handle some rough travel."<br><br>He stepped back, leaving his map with her own.&nbsp; "And my knights and I can be ready to ride as soon you break camp."
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				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>03-06-2008, 00:13:07</strong>
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				Lauralana raises a brow at his words, a grin showing briefly before she nods. "Then prepare your men Your Highness." Once more that odd flick of her elongated ears and a dip of her head before she turns and exits the tent, the flap pinned back.<br><br>Outside her voice rang instructions, "Ana, start the loading of supplies, put a guard of 4 men around it, for they will not enter the swamps. Garreth, if you would be so kind as to start the dwarves in gathering and inspecting armors and weaponry." A few other orders as activity bursts about.
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				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>03-06-2008, 00:43:30</strong>
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				Tristan exited as the camp flew into a flurry of activity.&nbsp; He crossed as quickly as he could to his men ordering them back into their saddles and riding off to get the remainder of his troops ready.<br><br>It was only a few moments later when Garreth arrived at her side.&nbsp; "The arms are ready and the men nearly so," he said and then shook his head at the departing human prince, "I'd wager this is his first real fight.&nbsp; Hope it isn't his last."&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>03-06-2008, 00:50:18</strong>
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				As Garreth neared, Lauralana allowed one of her few genuine smiles to lift the corner of her lips. Her head tilting to one side, as she studied the young human. He would be considered nothing but a baby in her culture, surely he had not seen even a mere thirty summers, if that much. Not even old enough to be moving from his mother's flet.<br><br>"He had enough of a head on him to go against all of his fathers advisors and seek out my help. Ensure he is on our barge." She speaks this last after she relates the plan of action to the dwarf, one brow lifting lightly as she too mounts her own proud steed of purest white. She felt it was fitting, symbolic of her fight against the shadows.<br><br>Once everything was packed and made ready, Lauralana road ahead, Ana riding behind her with her arms clutched tightly around her mistress's waist. Occasionally she barked orders, but mostly she simply lead the procession.
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				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>03-06-2008, 01:07:48</strong>
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				Garreth nodded.&nbsp; "I'll see to it," he promised.<br><br>And shortly after the procession is on the move, the humans join them.&nbsp; Knights lined up with men at arms and crossbowmen formed up as well.&nbsp; Tristan rode up and lifted his visor.&nbsp; "We're ready," he informed Lauralana, "The messenger is well on his way.&nbsp; The boats should be in position and waiting for us when we reach the river.&nbsp; I've told my men to fall in and follow your orders.&nbsp; No time for any disagreements or confusion on the field after all."<br><br>His troops moved to join in the column with her own.&nbsp; "Might I have the honor of riding beside you?" he asked as he brought his horse around.
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				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>03-06-2008, 01:16:05</strong>
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				Her chin lifts lightly as she watches the humans fall in line, one hand lightly on the reigns the other shielding her eyes lightly as she monitors the movement. "As you wish Prince Tristan." Her words are the same as when they mentioned the wisdom of bringing her in.<br><br>"Tell me," she begins as the progression begins, the mass of humans, dwarves, and an elf making itself known on the landscape. "Is this the first time you ride into battle?"
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				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>03-06-2008, 01:34:53</strong>
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				The human prince glanced away for a moment and then nodded to her.&nbsp; "Yes," he admitted, "This is my first true battle.&nbsp; I have trained and fought in many tournaments and jousts.&nbsp; But this is my first taste of real warfare.&nbsp; I am not afraid, but neither am I excited.&nbsp; This is my duty, and I would not expect others to face danger that I am not willing to risk."<br><br>He shrugged.&nbsp; "I wonder if perhaps we would not be having this problem if our ancestors had not driven the orks and goblins and gnolls off of the fertile lands and into the swamps and badlands.&nbsp; Would we be any better if we had been forced to scrabble to survive in such places?"<br><br>Then he smiled, a warm sight on his handsome features.&nbsp; "Forgive my musings," he said, "I am told I give the lesser races too much credit, but I have often wondered if they could learn the ways of proper civilization given a chance.&nbsp; I mean, you have to admit, an ogre putting his strength to work building rather than tearing down could do the work of ten normal men.&nbsp; But that is just a foolish and impossible dream I'm told."
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				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>03-06-2008, 01:49:55</strong>
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				Lauralana does not take her eyes off the progression, though her ears were tuned to his words. "You should be afraid. A man who does not fear on the battlefield makes mistakes, does not respect the danger." Her body moves in fluidity of the motion of her horse, as if she and the animal were as one rather then as if she were conquering it.<br><br>"The orcs and Ogres are what they are. Beastmen, pardon me, often simply do what their race does. Do not judge them harshly, but do not waste your time nor your life trying to rehabilitate them." Finally she turns her gaze towards him, once again the agelessness of their depths remarkably apparent. "How old are you Tristan? To have such idealistic views is common among humans, but your idealism runs deep."
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				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>03-06-2008, 02:07:27</strong>
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				He watched her, unable to avoid a little sense of awe at her graceful movements.&nbsp; He listened to her and nodded.<br><br>"I understand the danger," he said with the confidence all men who didn't really know battle spoke, "But I'm ready and willing to face it and carry out my duty.&nbsp; I'm twenty-seven years old m'lady.&nbsp; Trained in the arts of peace and war by some of the best tutors my entire life.&nbsp; If I am a fool to believe there is a solution besides simply striking the orcs and their kin down with sword and bow, then so be it."&nbsp; He paused to shrug and then added, "I'm the youngest of father's four sons, I do not expect that it shall fall to me to decide how to to deal with them anyway."&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>03-06-2008, 02:12:00</strong>
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				For a long while she moves in silence, weighing her words but also considering this human beside her. Twenty-seven, so frail as all of the beastmen were, yet so intent on his goals. The last is not something that one sees so strongly in many humans, and Lauralana found herself not minding so much the conversation with the much younger man.<br><br>"In nearly a thousand years my good Prince, the orcs, ogres, nor the Gnolls have shown a sign of even the basic civility." The elf turns again to lay her full gaze upon him. "If they had I assure you the Elves would have been the first to help nurture such ..qualities. Those races are amongst the most troublesome, keeps us from our home the most."
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				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>03-06-2008, 02:27:22</strong>
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				Tristan nodded.&nbsp; "I admit it seems unlikely.&nbsp; But it is the curse of my kind to be stubborn," he admitted, "I cannot help but wonder if I will only be dissuaded from this by attempting it.&nbsp; I know there is little to be said in favor of them, but there is a vitality and a strength in them.&nbsp; I cannot help but dream of what they could do if they did not expend so much of it bickering against each other and fighting us."<br><br>He looked over and a serious cast took his face.&nbsp; "And by the same token, I am very much afraid of what would happen if some dark power such as a shadowspawn were able to harness their strength the way this one seems to be trying to do.&nbsp; That's why I asked for your help in this.&nbsp; I can see them forged into a real threat, not just to these far flung reaches but to all of Bartain."
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				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>03-06-2008, 02:36:52</strong>
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				"Shadowspawn were created to harness dark power, to draw from the Moon and to establish their long gone creator's powerbase." Lauralana's voice droned out the historical rote as one recites their alphabet or numbers. "They have very little independant thought I assume, none have displayed much creative intelligence other then continue what their master bade them to do before his...demise." The elfwoman hated using that term, it is not certain exactly what had happened to the creator of Shadowspawn, or the Moon. Only that his influence was no longer felt upon the world after the Great Battle.<br><br>Yet her brows crease as the babe put into words her very thougths in the tent. Not a babe, she had to remind herself as she surreptiously looked him over out of the corner of her eye. 'They will forge into a real threat only if those such as your father's advisors turn a blind eye to them. Fear not Human, the Elves are still numerous enough to fight the spawn."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>03-06-2008, 02:57:27</strong>
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				He listened to her carefully, interested in what she might have to say on these matters.&nbsp; After all, this woman had faced and fought them for more lifetimes than he knew.&nbsp; <br><br>"I guess it all comes to that," he said after a moment, "Not taking the past for granted.&nbsp; I try never to assume things are unchangeable.&nbsp; Just because they have not been a threat before is no reason to be complacent.&nbsp; And while I mean no disrespect to you or your kind Lady Lauralana, I do not feel it is wise for us to rely on the elves to contain the spawn alone.&nbsp; I am not the warrior you are, nor do I possess your magics, but I am prepared to fight to defend my people." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>03-06-2008, 03:19:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lauralana smiles one of her court smiles, a cool but wide splitting of her lips. "I do not mean to understress the importance of the Humans, or the Dwarves in the fight against spawn." Ana shifts lightly behind Lauralana but for the most part continues to ride in silence.<br><br>"Even elves grow tired and weary, we could not possibly combat the number of beastmen and the spawn that control them." For a time she rode in silence, the sun setting upon the horizon, listening more then speaking. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>03-06-2008, 03:42:58</strong>
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				"I know there are some, too many really, who believe that since the elves are so effective in fighting these threats that they do need to worry about them.&nbsp; But I feel it is wrong to expect your kind to shoulder such a duty, and to do so thanklessly at that."<br><br>And with that, he too drifted into silence, riding along beside her as the Sun dipped low and was eventually gone from the sky.&nbsp; Soon, the Moon&nbsp; rose in it's place, bright and silver, casting twisted and pale shadows and bathing the land before them in it's wane unwholesome light.<br><br>Tristan shivered a little, feeling as if the silvery sphere were watching him like an unblinking eye.&nbsp; He tried to dismiss it as nerves, but could not shake it completely.&nbsp; "How many of them have you faced?" he asked at last.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>03-06-2008, 03:49:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				After a time of silence, the moon's glare running along her nerves as well, though she embraced this skittering across her flesh. The skittering meant that she does not forget what is at stake here.<br><br>"It is the elve's responsibility to take care of the Beastmen of the world Tristan. The god who created elfinkin granted us many gifts, and it would be unwise and uncharitable for us to not use such gifts to aide the less fortuned begottens of the gods." Again she speaks in rote, rarely looking at him as the moon's silvery beams play across her own hair of spun silver. <br><br>Though she is Elf, she does show some effect of the ride. The tightly woven braids of her hair beginning to unravel, hanging down her back somewhat now, Ana herself dozing lightly against her still proudly set carriage. "Counting even the most minor of spawn, two hundred thirty seven. This will be two hundred and thirty eight. Most were misbegotten miscreants that barely had a speck of magic left within their twisted souls." <br><br>"Does the Moon always effect you so?" She speaks offhandedly, perhaps noticing a shiver, or perhaps just being attuned to her surroundings.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>03-06-2008, 04:03:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tristan blinked.&nbsp; He knew that she was as old as his family line but it hear it was still a bit surprising.&nbsp; "That's a lot," he found himself saying.&nbsp; Then he shook his head and glanced up.<br><br>"Not like this," he answered, "I mean, it's always a little unsettling to me.&nbsp; But tonight it feels..." he paused as he tried to put exactly what he was feeling into words, "Closer.&nbsp; Like we've got it's attention... almost as if it was gazing down to watch us..."<br><br>Normally he'd feel embarrassed to admit such things, but here and now, in the presence of one born of magic it did not seem at all childish to be unsettled by the Moonlight.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>03-06-2008, 04:13:08</strong>
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				"It is a lot I suppose. But I grow fatigued of the fight, soon it will be time for me to head home to spend a few centuries trying to further our race, and resting. To allow another to hunt for a season." As she spoke her green eyes grow distant, almost as if she was looking across the forests and mountains that seperate her and her home.<br><br>Yet she shakes herself from the melacholy of homesickness, to focus at the topic at hand. "You definitly do not have elfinkin blood," such tones she used in this it was clear that she thought it was an afront if such progeny existed, elven blood mixed with inferior blood. "yet perhaps somewhere in your lineage there is a bit of magic. Not many full blooded humans feel the effects of the Moon. It is but a distant memory for them, ancient history." Turning her face towards him, her pale flesh illuminated almost as if the moon itself was studying her as she herself studieed him. "Pray you never lose that feeling of unsettlement, so you do not forget the dangers."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>03-06-2008, 04:25:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tristan listened and wet his lips.&nbsp; He wasn't sure want to say either to the words of her returning home to rest or to the idea of him being touched with magic.&nbsp; But he found the silence even less comfortable, as it gave him no distraction from the watchful Moon above.<br><br>"Do you have any idea how strong the spawn we're going to face might be?" he asked at last more to break the silence than anything else.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>03-06-2008, 04:31:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				If Lauralana felt the strain of the silence she did not show it upon her physical visage, occassionally shifting the body of the sleeping Ana more securly against her own. She would oft look back over the progression, and if he were truly observant would note a soft murmur from her lips, followed by an immediate but subtle energy course over him. In fact it coursed over all it touched, the horses, the humans, the dwarves. It was not much, she could not afford the energy to completely re-energize the beastmen, but it was enough so that none were so tired that it was a chore to move forward.<br><br>"Until we get closer I will not be able to tell for certain. But judging by the activity....." She trails off, looking around as if she thought they were being spied upon, but she dismisses this feeling and returns her attention to Tristan. "I would wager it is a powerful one indeed." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>03-06-2008, 04:58:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tristan swallowed and nodded.&nbsp; He felt the slight boost, but only after a few passed did he realize it was her doing.&nbsp; He drew himself up as they pressed forward, this was a hard ride even with her aid.&nbsp; But the reward, to come upon the shadowspawn by surprise would be worth the effort.&nbsp; By this time tomorrow, they would be in Heute celebrating victory.<br><br>Even her feeling that this was one of the more powerful of the fiends did not dampen his confidence.&nbsp; After all, elves did not fall to the shadow.&nbsp; They would find and destroy the monster.&nbsp; But that lead him to a nagging question.&nbsp; <br><br>"What if there's more than one of them?" he asked quietly, "I mean, there could be, couldn't there?"<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>03-06-2008, 05:08:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Green eyes tilt towards him, a smile curves her lips, one that was suppose to be soothing and comforting. "Shadowspawn cannot mate. This is why they are continually weaker as the beastman blood dilutes their procreator's bloodlines. They rarely work in concert due to that, there is no need to and it works better for them if they each singularly build up their armies."<br><br>Again a silence, "But no, it is not impossible. If there is more then one we shall have to see how powerful. I can possibly take on two moderately powerful Spawn, perhaps even one very powerful and one weakling...." She does not voice what would happen should two very powerful shadowspawn somehow combined their forces. It had never happened before, and there was no use worrying if it happened now.<br><br>Over time the sound of a river could be heard in the distance..
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>03-06-2008, 05:17:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tristan nodded, accepting her explanation.&nbsp; It made sense and he had no reason to doubt her.&nbsp; She knew more of these things than any scolar in the palace could hope to.<br><br>And the eventual sound of the river brightened him, especially as it came in concert with the Moon's decent and the lightening of the sky before dawn.<br><br>"I'm not sure I've ever been quite so glad to see the Sun rise," he murmured as they came within sight of the river and the waiting flat bottomed boats.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>03-06-2008, 20:22:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As her horse neared the water, Lauralana slipped down and knelt to dip her fingers into the waters, bringing the liquid to her nose and sniffing deeply before she allowed her horse to dip its head into the edge.<br><br>Standing, just a little stiffly after such a long ride, she allowed the others to concert the loading of the horses, Garreth already had been told who she wanted specifically upon her barge. "I told my dwarven companion to put you on my boat Tristan. It will mean you will be likely the party that faces the Shadowspawn, but also will allow me to keep an eye on you." she does not reveal her reasonings for wanting to keep close watch upon him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>04-06-2008, 19:27:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He was stiff as well after the long ride, and greatful to dismount and stretch his muscles.&nbsp; He walked his own horse to the water, and seeing Lauralana watering her steed let his own dip it's head to drink.<br><br>Her words caught his attention and he turned to face her.&nbsp; "I'm honored to have the opportunity to face the Shadowspawn at your side," he said, "But even if this is my first true battle, I do not need to be watched over like a child."<br><br>About them, the other riders were also bringing their steeds up to be watered even as Garreth's voice rose to begin directing the forces onto the three riverboats.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>04-06-2008, 19:40:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lauralana straightens, her full height shown as she turns towards the prince her head tilted to the side at his words. "There are many men and dwarves here in this party that I can say I would rather keep an eye on, because I fear that their inexperiance might get them killed. However I must allow fate to do what fate will, do not presume that I wish to keep you safer then the others simply because I fear your inexperiance might get you killed. You should also refrain from assuming it is because of some human title of Prince bestowed upon you at birth." Turning she gathers the reigns of her horse once more, almost fondly running her hand over its soft mane. <br><br>Then she turns, and leads her horse towards Garreth and his orders.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>04-06-2008, 19:56:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tristan started to answer but stopped as he found himself stopped as her words sank in.&nbsp; The process of loading the troops and their mounts occupied him and it was not until the barges were underway that he found himself with a chance to seek her out.<br><br>Approaching, he nodded to Lauralana.&nbsp; "Forgive me for jumping to conclusions earlier," he said quietly, "But but my station and my lack of experience have led many to try and shield me from things, and I fear I've come to expect to have to resist such protection."<br><br>He took a step closer, glancing over at the stoic form of Garreth and the girl Ana who seemed almost like a shadow to the elf.&nbsp; <br><br>"May I ask why my safety is of concern to you?"&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>04-06-2008, 20:03:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The elf woman stands facing the winding river as it twists its course deeper into the swamps. Here and there snakes made their presence known, but these vermin do not bother the woman. It might even seem as if she is ignoring all around her as she stands with her chin lifted into the wind, blowing lightly against her tumbled mane of silver, eyes closed.<br><br>Yet she answers the prince with all apparent honesty. "Your saftey concerns me for reasons not yet known to myself. Elves are not future seers, but we have learned to trust our instincts." Finally she tilts her face towards him, her green eyes peeping from dark lashes. "My instincts tell me you are a far more important player in the scheme of events then others might think." <br><br>A shiver courses through her, and her arms lift to cross under her breasts, it is not a shiver of coldness. "We are close."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>04-06-2008, 20:45:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tristan met her gaze and blinked.&nbsp; He was the youngest, with three healthy brothers in line before him to take the throne.&nbsp; Not the strongest of them, or even the smartest in his own opinion.&nbsp; Yet her words promised some destiny ahead for him.&nbsp; <br><br>And when she shivered, he twitched as well.&nbsp; Surely it was just his nerves, or picking up on her reaction before she'd spoken.&nbsp; But within a few minutes he found himself scanning the dark trees.<br><br>"I... I feel it too," he said softly.&nbsp; From further back the sound of restless horses reached their ears.&nbsp; The feeling was spreading to all aboard the vessel, descending like a fog to chill their bones and creep along their flesh.<br><br>----<br><br>The sight of a human woman was unusual in the orkish settlement, at least one dressed and free of chains.&nbsp; But even the ogres stepped aside as this one stalked across to the central building.&nbsp; There was nothing unusual about her clothing, boots and dress of the same midnight black as her long hair streaming behind her.&nbsp; Nor was she large or possessed of a warrior's build.&nbsp; Rather she was a firm and quite attractive prize, the sort blood might have easily been spilled over to claim.&nbsp; <br><br>But only a few had made the mistake of forgetting what she truly was, and their misfortune had been enough to make the rest shy away and look away from the woman.<br><br>She threw open the doors of the chieftain's lodge, striding past his guards without sparing them a glance.&nbsp; Within, she sighed at the sight of Gore still deeply slumbering.&nbsp; The half dozen unconscious females sprawled atop and about provided some excuse, but this was what they'd been waiting and planning for.&nbsp; And she could not begin to imagine what fate would befall them if they failed.<br><br>She moved closer, climbing up to the edge of his circular sleeping pallet and kicking one massive foot firmly.&nbsp; "Wake up!&nbsp; She's almost here!"<br><br>The brutish form shifted and snarled, but she sidestepped his half-heated kick.&nbsp; And as he sat up he blinked and rubbed at his bloodshot yellow eyes.&nbsp; "I can feel the magic," he rumbled, "But are you sure it's her?"<br><br>The woman shook her head and moved closer, not bothering to avoid stepping on his concubines and smiling at the squeal that erupted in concert with the soft snapping of fingers as her boot heel found a soft hand.&nbsp; Standing beside his seated form, her face was level with his and she leaned in as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her thinly covered body close to the rippling tower of muscle that was her her fellow Shadowspawn.&nbsp; "I can taste her," she whispered before licking one of his jutting tusks, "Sweet and untouched..."&nbsp; It was not his purpose to defeat the hunter, but Gore didn't know that.&nbsp; And she sighed at the prospect of losing him, so strong and powerful... and she shivered at the touch of his shaft against her leg.&nbsp; But there was no time to enjoy that again... not now... not with their plans coming so perfectly together.<br><br>Gore grunted and shook, reaching for her and pulling her down.&nbsp; The woman shook her head and slithered out of his thick hands.&nbsp; "Later my brother," she promised with a wink, "We'll enjoy your prize together...&nbsp; But first you must make ready.&nbsp; She'll be here soon and your troops must be ready to face the humans and dwarves that travel with her."<br><br>As she slipped away from him, she heard the great bellow of his voice shouting and the clashing of gongs and bells as the entire stronghold stirred to make ready.&nbsp; It was a high price to pay to sacrifice all of them, but the prize was worth it.&nbsp; With a delighted shiver she hurried away from the encampment, anxious to be gone before the elf felt her taint and became suspicious.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>04-06-2008, 20:53:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lauralana roused the others with quick orders to be prepared. Ana brought her Mistress a cloak, gently wrapping it around the elf woman's shoudlers, though the blonde human had to stretch to reach fully. Then the human brings a shield that the human girl grunted just slightly to raise, but the elf woman took it upon her arm with only a wince of strain before her face smooths out. The shield will help block some of the physical attacks so that she could concentrate on the being she was after.<br><br>For a moment Lauralana looked confused, her brows crinkling, "You feel things...did you feel a..swell of chills for it to simply lighten again?" She had never felt the darkness grow in strength only to diminish again, it was akin to a breeze strengthening for moments before dying out again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>04-06-2008, 21:11:45</strong>
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				Tristan looked over from where he was strapping on his own shield.<br><br>"I did," he answered, "At least I think I did.&nbsp; I'm not sure."&nbsp; He glanced about at the increasingly restless men and dwarves about them, "It's strong, isn't it?" he asked quietly.<br><br>"Aye," Garreth interjected as he stepped up, "The whole boat can feel it now.&nbsp; But everyone is ready."<br><br>Ahead of them, around the curve of the river, the retreating vegetation revealed the docks and the fortified village beyond them.&nbsp; The sounds of horns and gongs carried through the air to their ears.&nbsp; <br><br>"They know we're here," Tristan said as he lifted his sword, "They're ready for us."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>04-06-2008, 21:25:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ana herself takes up a short sword, her calloused fingers gripping the hilt in a familiar fashion. She stays close to Lauralana, though her experiance has told her to ensure the elf woman has room to manuever as well. <br><br>The elf straightens her spine, her eyes narrowing as the fortifications came into view. "I will depend on your swords to keep the ..riff raff off me my friend." This is said to Garreth, and as much as any elf can show fondness for those not their kind, her eyes do soften slightly before she turns back.<br><br>Once the boat drew near, a flood of orcs and a few ogres crashed through the foilage, wielding axes and hammers, screaming in their gutteral tones. A few of the attendants parry blows, one ogre taking a mighty swing at the prince, Lauralana does not spare these her attentions, confident in Garreth and even Tristan to take care of these first front runners.<br><br>No her green eyes search, using more then just her vision to seek out that which is not natural to Nayearth, that which is an abomination to the gods that had created the world that she lives.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>04-06-2008, 21:37:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll do what I do best, and let you handle the magic as always," Garreth replied, "Just don't let me get turned in a toad..."&nbsp; It was an old joke, the dwarf's way of showing his trust of her abilities.<br><br>But then the first wave was upon them and there was no time for jokes.&nbsp; Garreth lifted his war-axe and pushed back a pair of orcs as they scrambled over the edge of the boat.&nbsp; "Watch yourself prince," he shouted.<br><br>But Tristan had already raised his shield to defect the blow and even as the hammer glanced across the surface he ducked to swing at the beast's leg, rewarded with a howl and a spray of dark blood.<br><br>Gore was not hard to spot, standing boldly atop the wall above the gates.&nbsp; His massive form was huge, and covered in armor that rivaled the well-crated plate of any of the attackers, clearly hammered to fit his great form.&nbsp; He lifted his hands and bellowed out in the twisted language of the Moon drawing a sudden swirl of dark clouds to block out the Sun's light.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>04-06-2008, 21:46:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ana parried blows directly beside Lauralana, but the elf woman does not even seem to notice. Her green eyes fixing to the figure on top of the wall. Already her experiance tells her that this is not one of the much-diluted blooded spawn.<br><br>As the darkness decends, Lauralana could feel the moon's magic creeping over her like oil on top of water, but she did not waste her reserves in attempting to dispell this unholy darkness. Instead she steps off of the boat, her shield knocking one orc into the waters as she wades through almost calmly.<br><br>"It will take more then mere darkness to strike fear into the heart of Elfinkin." Lauralana speaks, already drawing upon the power wtihin her, her silvery hair spinning in the sudden breeze that stirrs the swamp. The breeze grew, leaving nothing untouched until it was the force of a gale. Her hair whips around her face, the blouse tucked so neatly into her leather breeches snaps against her body, and for a moment she allows momentum of the gale to build before a single elven word is uttered and it is as if a great vaccuum sucks the gale towards her only to spew it out directly at the beast on the wall.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>04-06-2008, 21:58:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Garreth and Tristan followed in Lauralana's wake, leaping from the boat and moving forward to widen the beachhead.&nbsp; More troops came up to follow, flowing forward to take the soft land and drive the ragged initial skirmishers back.&nbsp; <br><br>And while the darkness did not discourage the elf, it did fill the goblinoids with renewed spirit, and even the sudden winds, which foiled the efforts of their archers atop the wall to slow the humans advance, seemed to draw more cheers from them.<br><br>But then the wind shifts, drawing to and then away from Lauralana in a mighty jet.&nbsp; Gore crossed his arms before him, a deep growl of his own power diverting the wind around him.&nbsp; But the wall itself is not protected, nor are the archers near him, which are sent hurtling back with squeals of dismay before the creaking and groan of wood heralds the slow collapse of the gate.<br><br>Gore howls, his brutal voice rising about the sounds of battle and the wind, leaping forward to land on one knee before rising and lifting his gauntleted fist to hurl a darkling bolt of energy back at Lauralana.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>04-06-2008, 22:07:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Should anyone be looking at Gore and Lauralana they might assume that they wre merely tossing the elements around at whim, and with ease. However each spell is taxing, but has a purpose. <br><br>Unlike Gore, Lauralana is not willing to sacrifice any of her party in a needless fashion. So taking more energy then simply to deflect the bolt, Lauralana creates a net-like energy, absorbing and dispersing his energy bolt, though ti did knock her back a few steps staggering slightly. Each spell the other threw gave them insight to weakness, each successful block taught each the strategies of the opponent.<br><br>Air did not work well against Gore, and Lauralana calmly seems to kneel. One knee pressing to the wet banks, one hand bracing herself, but a pleading word slips her lips and a great tremble rose from the earth itself. Boulders the size of Gore himself shot up from a crevice teh trembling ripped through the ground, some orcs and a couple of humans falling into its mawing blackness. The boulders started their deadly descent back to the ground, Lauralana's brow dotting with sweat calmly raises her shield to bring it down upon an orc's unprotected neck as it tried to slip by her shields.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>05-06-2008, 04:53:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The ogre shadowspawn scowled a moment as Lauralana knelt.&nbsp; But when the boulders tore free and launched themselves high he growled.&nbsp; He let loose a torrent of dark words and stomped his foot hard against the ground, sending a flicking pulse of energy into the ground.&nbsp; Not waiting for the results, he crouched and waited for the descending missiles of stone.&nbsp; At the last moment, he reacted not with magic, but by uncoiling his powerful legs and hurling his body well to one side to avoid the thunderous impacts.<br><br>Meanwhile, the hole left behind by the boulders' launch was filling rapidly with water from the surrounding swamp.&nbsp; But as the water rushed in, Gore's spell took effect and the ground around that gaping hole began to soften, becoming treacherous and murky.&nbsp; It sucked and grabbed at the legs and feet of the advancing men, slowing them and pinning them in place as the orcish archers that remained began to rain arrows on the area.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>05-06-2008, 05:08:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lauralana was already searching her mind for another spell, but as the ground near the holes begin to sink, swirling into a mass of quicksand she had to divert much needed energy through her body, down into the ground. Heat, a massive amount, spread from her feet out, allowing the ground she stood upon to evaporate the moisture trying to turn it into a snarling pit of deadly sand. <br><br>One arrow sliced by, she turned in time for it not to directly catch her, but it nicked her arm enough to draw the bright red line of blood and a ragged tear in the arm of her blouse. Snarling lightly, her breath speeding slightly with exertion it took to keep the ground firm beneath her, Lauralana relied on a very old trick indeed. Her hands, at a single word, blazed. It was a weak spell, fire balls, but also used the least amount of energy, and if clever enough can hit more readily.<br><br>Gauging the distance her right hand reared and tossed the blazing orb, and as it got half way, she made a quick calculation of where Gore would possibly leap to dodge the first, and sent the last ball of flame towards that spot.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>05-06-2008, 15:49:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gore rose from the ground and shook himself.&nbsp; Turning to face Lauralana, he grinned widely.&nbsp; It would have taken far less energy to save herself alone, but the elf wasn't willing to sacrifice her allies.&nbsp; He began to approach, hoping to close before she could recover.&nbsp; His own power was impressive, but he knew that even wasting her reserves she'd outlast him.&nbsp; He needed to close with her and bring his advantage in physical strength to bear.<br><br>But then she called forth fire, and he hesitated and waited for her to attack.&nbsp; Leaping to the side with a grin, his expression turned to shock as the fireball veered midflight to slam into him.&nbsp; His roar roar high into the air as the heat scorched his flesh through his metal armor and left it red hot and burning against him.&nbsp; He snarled a quick spell to lighten his massive frame and then leapt forward and past were Lauralana and her close allies stood and into the river.&nbsp; He struck it with a great splash and release of steam as it cooled his armor.<br><br>"We've got the riff raff," Garreth called as he stepped forward to interpose himself and a pair of his dwarven warriors between her and the next wave of charging orcs, "You see to that monster."&nbsp; <br><br>But as steam and spray cleared, Gore had not resurfaced yet and the dark waters hid his exact location from the shadow huntress.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>06-06-2008, 04:16:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lauralana at first assumed that Gore was hurtling himself at her, so automatically spun to her left, her silvery hair spinning behind. Yet he flew past and into the river, the water spraying her from his splash. Her blouse was clinging to her, but she did not take the time to dry herself, nor did she expend the energy.<br><br>Instead she acknowledges the Dwarves words, shouted orders for everyone to vacate the river. Without waiting ot see if they complied, she focused a beam of energy into the water, pushing and straining against its weight, moving two walls of solid water, to reveal the muddy bed, searching for the beast. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>06-06-2008, 23:33:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gore dropped to the murk as Lauralana parted the river.&nbsp; As soon as his feet hit the ground he charged forward with a bone-rattling roar, dropping his head like a maddened bull and hurling his massive body towards the much smaller elf.&nbsp; There was no magic to this attck, just an attempt to slam into her while she was still distracted by the strain of moving the water aside.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>06-06-2008, 23:38:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lauralana widens her eyes as she sees the beast charging at her. In the split second she had to decide, she weighed her options carefully. Is it likely she will be able to dodge the beast if the water does not over take him, or should she simply try and block his charge with her shield should the water fail. Her decision made Lauralana releases her will upon the water, allowing the two halves to come crashing back together, bracing herself with her shield in front of her slight body, in case the beast outruns the waters cascade.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>07-06-2008, 00:33:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With the crashing waters lapping at his ankles, Gore vaulted free of the riverbed at the last moment.&nbsp; His leap brought him towards her, no longer a charge as much as an attempt to slam his much larger frame into her.&nbsp; He had no way to avoid her shield, and simply curled to strike it with his shoulder as he came to the end of his jump.&nbsp; He made no effort to get his legs under him, but rather concentrated on trying to bring her down and pin her beneath his sheer mass and weight as he landed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>07-06-2008, 00:37:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His heavy body landing solidly on her, Lauralana's breath rushed from her lungs as she lands on her back in the clinging sand. HIs weight ontop of her was more massive then she had thought, but this also brings to him a disadvantage. While he is ontop of her he has less room to move. <br><br>Her shield protecting her body, hopefully, from her own spell, Lauralana breaths out the same word she breathed to heat the ground beneath her to evaporate the water. Instaed this time, she was touching the metal armor he wears, directing the flow of magic through her hand into the highly heat-conducting gear. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>07-06-2008, 01:37:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gore was shifting, trying to move to keep her pinned while at the same time trying to pull her shield out of the way.&nbsp; But before he can make much progress with either, her hand touches his armor.&nbsp; For a second, he just continues trying to grapple with her, hardly noticing the light touch.<br><br>But then his armor began to grow hot, heating until it began to glow.&nbsp; Trapped inside it, the shadowspawn screamed as the metal began to burn him.&nbsp; He rolled to the side and clawed at the super-heated metal plates, ripping pieces of his armor free and hurling them about while continuing to writhe and shriek.&nbsp; The rancid scent of his scorched flesh filled the air as the great beast ripped and tore his armor from his body.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>07-06-2008, 01:51:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She rolls out of the way of one of the heated metal pieces, gathering sand to her sodden blouse and clumps of mud clinging to her silver hair. Not giving him time to recover, even as he continued to curse and shed his armor she drew forth even more energy, calling the elements together in a massive ball of energy. It undulated with power as she sent it hurling through the air, seeking the shadowbeing's unholy flesh with its brightness, seeking to bringt he battle to an end. Her breaths were rapid, and she staggers slightly but remains upright, her shield thumping to the earth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>07-06-2008, 02:21:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gore had shed most of his armor and seeing her moving he rose, reaching one knee as she gathered the ball of energy.&nbsp; The shadowspawn's flesh was burned, blackened in some spots and his thick chest was heaving as he watched the burst of energy gather and then streak towards him.<br><br>He yelped out a lone syllable and crossed his arms across his chest while tucking his head down.&nbsp; The magic slammed into him, diffusing slightly as it bore through his shielding but reaching him without expending all of its power.&nbsp; The rest of it washed over him, a flash that none could watch directly.<br><br>And when it faded, the beast remained.&nbsp; Scorched and bleeding, skin flayed from his forearms and much of his body, but not dead.&nbsp; His magic was spent, drained in the effort of trying to stop her spell.&nbsp; Gore staggered forward, small scraps of burning flesh dropping from him along with droplets of black blood.&nbsp; That the thing was still able to move while so wretchedly injured was shocking, but he charged, his voice reduced to a wet gurgle as he rushed at her and swung his massive fist at the elven huntress.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>07-06-2008, 02:39:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lauralana was frankly surprised that the thing could still manage to mount an attack, her shield uselessly laying on the ground, she managed to raise her hands at the last moment, but too late. The sound was almost a squishing noise as his ragged bleeding fist connected with her chin, clacking her teeth together sharply even as she fell. For a long moment Lauralana was dazed from the force of the attack, so much that it took her but another moment to summon yet more strength from a fastly depleting pool of energy to call down lightening from the clouded sky above, zigzagging straight for the spot the beast stood.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>07-06-2008, 02:58:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gore, his name far more appropriate now than he would have ever realize, wheezed and kicked at the fallen elf.&nbsp; In his efforts to shed his armor, he'd not reached his heavy plated boots leaving them to add to the force of his kick.<br><br>He lifted the heavy booted foot then, swaying and aiming to bring it and his weight down on Lauralana.&nbsp; But the bolt struck true before he could try.&nbsp; With a last wet gurgle, the remains of the shadowspawn dropped to his knees before pitching face down in the mud.<br><br>A strange silence had fallen, man and dwarf and orc and ogre all gripped by the final moments of Lauralana and Gore's battle.&nbsp; But Garreth shouted and leapt forward, hewing down a pair of ogres before they could recover and react.&nbsp; "Ana!&nbsp; Get her back to the boat!" he ordered, "Tristan, see to their safety."<br><br>The human prince reacted without argument, backing towards the elf with his shield and sword at the ready to fend off any attackers that might get close.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>07-06-2008, 03:07:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lauralana had not the strength left to even flinch as the heavy plated foot reared up, her breathing hard and labored and looking nothing like the strong confident elf that had entered the battle. Dirt streaked her from head to toe, a bit of blood where the arrow had nipped her arm, and the split lip from the last ditch effort of the spawn dripping as her green eyes watche almost placidly as the bolt jerked his body in a grotesque dance.<br><br>Finally they drift shut, spent from her energy use and knowing she needed to conserve the last dregs of her reserves for quicker recovery, she does not offer any aide to the last of the battle between the orc and ogre villagers, nor does she protest as Ana bends to heft her Mistress up, one arm slung around the elf woman's waist, even as Lauralana leaned heavily on the far younger human.<br><br>"Not as many on my boat this time Ana...I can not lighten the load for the return trip." Her voice was quiet as the two make their way unsteadily to the boat, where the elf woman slumps against the side, her head resting against the wood, and Ana standing guard.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>07-06-2008, 03:20:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Even if Garreth had not bade him to, Tristan would have followed close to Ana and her mistress.&nbsp; The orcs and their kin were falling back, the loss of their leader throwing them into panic and confusion.&nbsp; The battle was not done, but its outcome was clear already.<br><br>Tristan moved to watch alongside Ana.&nbsp; "Is she going to be alright?" he asked the young woman quietly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>07-06-2008, 03:25:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Lauralana half dosed in her seated position, Ana looks upwards towards Tristan, a bit of awe in her human eyes at being so near a Prince. "Yes your Highness.." Ana says, though she is flustered at the nearness fo royalty she does not forget her charge, bending as soon as it was clear the ogres and orcs were not going to make a last ditch effort towards the boats. A cloak is lain over the sodden elf woman, to better hide the curves the wet blouse did not quite hide any longer, one end of it raised to dab at her lip, through it all Lauralana did not stir.<br><br>"She has two minor cuts, otherwise she is physically fine. Magic is taxing on the mental strengths of those who wield it. Each use drains the user more, until their bodies force a rest. She will conserve what little magical energies she has left to breed more energy, but it will take time. She will be weak and tired for several hours, maybe a day or two."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>07-06-2008, 03:59:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tristan nodded and listened, continuing to keep an eye on the battle.&nbsp; Though it was quickly nothing but a rout with humans and dwarves chasing down the orcs and overpowering the few remaining ogres with numbers.&nbsp; And as the fighting moved further away, he found his gaze on the charred form of Gore.<br><br>"I had no idea the shadowspawn were so strong," he said softly, "We would have never defeated it without her."<br><br>Then he turned to gaze at her and smile.&nbsp; "Have you seen many such creatures Ana?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>07-06-2008, 04:15:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Once it was apparent the battle was just about over, Ana kneels and lays her shield and sword down, rotating her shoulder lightly. "This is the third one that I have been with her for. They vary in strength. The first I saw was just a little thing, and she barely lifted a finger to disperse it back to the shadows. The second drained her so badly that she slept for two days, I had to hydrate her forcefully." <br><br>Her knees draw up, her eyes turning to scan for Garreth to relate Lauralana's instructions. "What will you tell your father? Will you tell him his advisors were wrong, or perhaps just that you swept the orcs and ogres away?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>07-06-2008, 04:49:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tristan sheathed his sword and unbuckled his shield.<br><br>"They were wrong," he answered her, "We'd have been slaughtered to a man without Lauralana today.&nbsp; And if that thing had been left unchecked..."<br><br>"It'd have raised an army of lesser spawn," Garreth interjected as he swung back over the railing to join them, "Every ogress in the place, almost a dozen captives, and nearly a score of orcish bitches.&nbsp; All carrying spawn."<br><br>Tristan's face went pale.&nbsp; "What do we do about that?"<br><br>"Do?" Garreth answered with a hard growl as he jutted his thumb towards a thick stream of smoke rising from the village, "It's done.&nbsp; First bodies into the fire to be sure the taint is destroyed."<br><br>Tristan staggered back a step and gasped, speechless with shock.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>07-06-2008, 04:59:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ana sees his shocked expression, recognizes it well. Atleast these were just orcs and orgresses mainly...the last had been a human settlement.<br><br>"It has to be done. Very few survive the birthing of such abominations. Those that do...they are never the same." Ana's eyes held a slightly haunted look as she looks out over the waters as the boat begins to drift away from the smoky shores. "If we tried to give all the chance to survive, then we would soon be over run by spawn. It is best to get rid of them before they have a chance to strike out." <br><br>Lauralana stirs lightly, her brows crease but she does not wake.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>07-06-2008, 05:37:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tristan listens and takes a deep breath.&nbsp; "That makes sense," he admitted, "But still..."<br><br>"Don't fret over it," Garreth told him as he drew forth a pipe and began to fill it, "It's done already.&nbsp; Nothing to have to soil your hands on.&nbsp; Trust me boy, the orcs and ogres are just barely more than animals and not a single one of the captives resisted.&nbsp; They were greatful for the release."<br><br>Then he looked to Lauralana and lifted his unlit pipe.&nbsp; "I'll be taking this to the other end of the ship now," he said simply and began to walk away from them.<br><br>Tristan frowned and looked at the retreating dwarf.&nbsp; "I just... hadn't thought about it before," he muttered.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>07-06-2008, 07:23:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ana turns her face away from Tristan, her blue eyes narrowing lightly as she squints into the sunset. "It's one of the reasons I begged to be allowed to accompany Lauralana." Her voice quiet, respectful as she gazes out into the smoky ruins. "To help rid the world of all of the Shadowspawn. So that no one else must endure..." Her words broke off before she takes a deep breath. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>08-06-2008, 23:17:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tristan turned to her, watching her body language and listening.<br><br>"I knew what they did," he said softly, "But... stories and words are just not the same.&nbsp; I've... I've learned much today.&nbsp; And I will not soon forget any of it."<br><br>He looked over, watching as the last warriors withdrew from the ruined village and began to return to the boats.&nbsp; He'd seen a few battles, always from the safety of the king's camp, but he'd been there to watch the cheering and jovial way the knights had returned from victory.&nbsp; There was none of that here today.&nbsp; Joy at being alive, at defeating such evil, yes... but the grim pall of the Shadowspawn's evil clung to everything here still.&nbsp; The tang of flesh faint but inescapable in the air as the last of the enemy dead were carried into the fires and the last of their own fallen were brought to the boats.<br><br>"A hero's tomb," Tristan said as his thoughts drifted to his lips unbidden, "In Heute, I'll see to it..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>08-06-2008, 23:28:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I am sure that they would appreciate the sentiment Your Highness," Ana responds looking back at him. "Were they alive to appreciate it. Your best course of action is to not allow your people to turn a blind eye to the threat of Shadowspawn. The elves think that they are few in number, but they breed like rabbits, let one get enough time and we would have a serious problem on our hands." <br><br>The squire turns toward the elf woman who dozed on the boat, her pointed ears flicking now and again and an almost pained expression on her face. "I have never seen her less then peaceful when she is sleeping off the exhaustion from battle. I do not know if that means she is less tired this time, or something else...."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>08-06-2008, 23:54:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded to Ana.&nbsp; "And every one that's left to breed sends new spawn to continue the cycle.&nbsp; I understand and I will make sure the danger is never forgotten."<br><br>His gaze followed her own to the restless elf.&nbsp; "I don't know," he said as he stroked his chin, "She felt something... odd as we approached.&nbsp; Perhaps this is the same thing?&nbsp; We should stay alert for trouble."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>09-06-2008, 00:15:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ana's young face clouded somewhat as she settles down, pulling Lauralana's head into her lap to softly stroke the sand-mired silver hair. "If something is troubling her and comes to harrass us while she is so weakened, I fear what we can do." It was a sigh of relief that is given as the boat begins to slowly drift away. "Perhaps it is simply the night falling, did you and she not feel a bit more ..strange wtih the Moon then normal coming?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>09-06-2008, 01:43:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tristan sat facing Ana watching her tend so dutifully to her mistress.&nbsp; He felt the boat moving and relaxed a little as well.&nbsp; It would be good to get out of this swamp and away from the smell of smoke.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"Perhaps," he agreed as the light waned and lanterns began to be lit about the ship, "I'll feel better once we're in Heute, with the sun up."<br><br>Then he gave the young woman a wan smile.<br><br>"It'll take longer to get back, we're working against the current now.&nbsp; Hopefully the smoke hasn't drawn any of the other tribes."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>09-06-2008, 01:51:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Aye." Ana agreed readily, a yawn being stifled even as she rolls her shoulders. "Many of us are tired, our bodies not quite feeling it yet, but she had given us energy to get us through the woods to the river, eventually that will catch up to us. Hopefully it will stay away until we are on solid ground once again."<br><br>Light colored eyes look up toward Tristan, seriousness etched into her young face. "Many of us found that after encountering a shadowbeast for the first time, sleeping while the moon is high is near impossible." This was said almost in warning, a sympathetic smile lifting the corners of her lips before suddenly Lauralana's green eyes flew open. <br><br>Weariness lined her face, fatigue etched deep in her eyes as the elf woman struggles to sit upwards. "Where...?" She started but Ana was pulling her gently back. "You have not slept log enough Milady, you must rest.."<br><br>"Why did I wake?" Lauralana was mildly confused herself, drained and disoriented she felt an odd chill, but chalked it up on her mental fatigue. Settling back, her eyes do not close, instead they seemed trained on the night sky above.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>09-06-2008, 02:09:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tristan took in Ana's advice, the weariness settling upon his body had brought the idea of sleep to him, but he felt that uncomfortable sense of being watched once more as the Moon's cold rays bathed them all.<br><br>He started when Lauralana woke, and the elf's confusion made him uneasy.&nbsp; Something felt... wrong.&nbsp; "I don't know my lady," he said as he pulled himself back to his feet and rested his hand on the hilt of his sword.<br><br>Looking out he saw that they were not moving upstream at all, but rather their boat was drifting back downstream, a quick look forward proved the other two boats were almost out of sight, just a few pinpoints of light visible.<br><br>"We're drifting," he said, "I'm going to check the tiller.."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>09-06-2008, 02:17:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ana's brows crease at Tristan's statement, how have they drifted? She gently lays the elf woman's head down on the plank of the deck as she too rose and grabbed her own sword. "I will keep an eye here, check Garreth if you will..." <br><br>Blue eyes turn towards the darkness, seemingly darker now that the other two ships were so far ahead, and she folds her fingers ever more tightly against the hilt of her own sword, planting her feet though there were no signs she could see or feel of an enemy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>09-06-2008, 02:50:46</strong>
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				Tristan nodded.&nbsp; "I'll be right back," he told her, "Just call if you spot anything."<br><br>Then he headed towards the front of the boat, where Garreth had departed a while ago with his pipe.&nbsp; Thankfully, he found the dwarf curled up against the railing snoring.&nbsp; It took little to wake the dwarf, and as Tristan pointed to show him how far behind they were falling, he saw that they could not see the other ships at all now.&nbsp; A heavy fog was rolling over the river, swirling about the ship and turning the steamy swamp night chill and damp.<br><br>Both man and dwarf hurried to check on the boat's crew, and stopped at the sight that greeted them.&nbsp; Several husks of men lay on the deck, skin tight and shrunken and gray.&nbsp; Kneeling over one was a female, long raven-black hair spilling down as she leaned over her victim.&nbsp; She was on her hands and knees, pale flesh covered in a mesh of leather straps that left more of her exposed than covered.&nbsp; She lifted her head from the crotch of the dry husk that had been the ship's captain and licked her lips with a tongue that snaked out of her mouth like some sort of obscene creature all it's own.&nbsp; "Fresh Meat..." she hissed as she gazed hungrily at them.&nbsp; <br><br>"Shadowspawn," Tristan whispered, shocked as much be the sudden wave of power he felt as the sight of her victims.&nbsp; It was as if a curtain had been thrown back to let the evil wash over him.&nbsp; <br><br>"Get to Lauralana," Garreth shouted as he stepped forward and lifted his axe.<br><br>The fiend laughed and rolled backwards, her movement both languid and fluid as she rose to her feet.&nbsp; <br><br>Across the boat, the fog swirled about Ana and her mistress.&nbsp; The magic that had shielded the female shadowspawn from the elf's senses was lifted, but there was another presence that washed over Lauralana as well.&nbsp; Like no spawn she had ever encountered, it was pure, undiluted shadow.&nbsp; And so powerful that it's presence was actually painful.&nbsp; The essence of the Shadow itself rolled over the two women as something began to coalesce from the fog. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>09-06-2008, 03:03:58</strong>
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				Ana shifted nervously as the fog began to roll in, her feet planting widely on either side ofher as she lifted her sword. As each second passed Lauralana shifted, then thrashed more until she finally levered herself enough to roll to her side and begin trying to lift upwards.<br><br>Then a rolling mass of darkness seemed to blast through the elf woman suddenly, her breath stole from her and her already pallid face becoming just about translucent. Instinctively she ate into her fastly diminishing reserves to throw up a mental barrier around herself, trying to block out the jarring feeling, almost as if one was taking random jolts of lightening. <br><br>The pain served to renew her physical strength atleast, helping to shake the cobwebs from her mind. Even if she was still so tired that when she finally managed to stand she weaved and staggered, her green eyes sharp and alert pierce through the fog, eyeing the thing that was slowly, ever so slowly taking form. <br><br>"Holy gods above..." Lauralana swore slightly, whatever it was, it was stronger then any shadowspawn she had ever encountered, stronger then anything she had ever heard of being encountered by any living elf. "Hurry..get ...Get the Prince and Garreth..one chance..one chance..." She muttered over and over, her hands gripping the sides of the boat. She tried to gauge her energy, as Ana ran off on wobbly legs. Certainly enough to get one person, probably enough to get maybe two or three off the boat....no more then that...The rest will have to stay...but Tristan, Garrreth, and Ana had to get off the boat..
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>09-06-2008, 04:23:21</strong>
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				Ana found Tristan near where Garreth and he had encountered the female shadowspawn.&nbsp; The dwarf was rushing forward, swinging his axe at the lithe female, only to have her dance back and weave away from his swings with a madwoman's laughter, taunting him but making no physical counter-attacks.<br><br>"Ana?" Tristan asked in surprise, "What are you doing here?&nbsp; We need to get back to Lauralana... the boat's under attack..."<br><br>The thing in the fog approached Lauralana unhurriedly.&nbsp; To lesser eyes, it might have seemed as if the figure was becoming clear as it moved through the fog, but Lauralana could see that it was actually the fog condescending into a man-like form.&nbsp; It, no he... even with her shield she could feel the intense masculinity of the thing before her as he stepped into view before her.<br><br>He was large, nearly a foot taller than Lauralana and broad.&nbsp; His body's musculature was like a sculptor's masterwork, unnatural in its absolute perfection.&nbsp; He wore no clothes, exposing all of him to her view.&nbsp; His arms and legs and torso were covered by a smooth covering of scales, small and tightly fitted like that of a snake, by pearly white in color.&nbsp; And as the light struck them, it glittered and shattered into swirls of ever-shifting color that drew the eye and held it.&nbsp; The nails on his fingertips were golden, as were the hooves that his powerful legs ended in.&nbsp; His face was elongated, with a snout like that of some beast and golden tusks rising from pale lips.&nbsp; A pair of horns, spiraled like those of a ram topped his head.&nbsp; A mane of snowy white fur began on his head and cascaded down his back, from which a set of equally pale bat-like wings extended.&nbsp; More snowy fur covered the frame, while the thin membranes were the same hypnotic pearlessence as his scales.&nbsp; The glimmer of gold shown from the tiny hooked claws at the joint and ends.&nbsp; From the apex of his thighs extended the undisguised proof of his maleness, his pale organ glistening and ready.&nbsp; And from it a musky scent swept over her, like a hot wind laced with raw lust.&nbsp; He smelled of sex and sweat and spend.&nbsp; The sheer majesty of the being before her could belong to nothing mortal.&nbsp; The Shadow himself was not only alive, but standing before her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>09-06-2008, 04:56:06</strong>
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				Ana rolls her eyes briefly, "Come Lauralana sent me to gather you and ...dear gods theres another?" Her eyes widen at the female dancing in almost mockery of Garreth. "Theres...something else near Lauralana, she needs you and Garreth...Garreth!" Ana rushes towards the dwarf, blanching lightly when she came upon the husks of men.<br><br>Lauralana's green eyes widen, and for the first time in her very long life she felt unmitigated terror. The thing coming towards her..was supposed to be dead, to be vanquished. The thing that was exuding so much power, evil, lust and carnal knowledge would answer her doubts as to the spawn's activities..<br><br>She knew. Knew that there was nothing she could do against this...The Shadow..no way she had the strength to thwart him magically..or physically. Not now, probably could not do much to him fully rested. She watched as he closed in, mentally hurrying Ana.<br><br>Lauralana stands suddenly from her hunched position hanging onto the side of the boat. Green eyes flash, and her silvery hair flowed almost regally as she lifts her chin, her lips trembling only lightly. What she was about to do...would risk everything, and likely she would die here tonight if she were lucky. But she had to ensure people escaped..to let others know, other elves other species. <br><br>She waited, waited until she thought she could hear steps coming, and waiting until The Shadow was so close that the musk of his organ was almost overpowering. The she smiles a slow dark smile, and lowers the shields that was eating her magic. Completely vulnerable, weakened to the point of no return, Lauralana sent the very last bits of her reserve with a voice that was strengthed by the magic she wove "Into the Light! All who can reach Into the Light!" And a shimmering glowing portal appeared not bigger then Garreth, though a human could easily fit if they ducked. <br><br>Seconds after the portal opened Lauralana knew no more, her body crumpling limply upon the deck of the boat, her flesh almost translucent from the complete and total draining of everything she had.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>09-06-2008, 05:19:05</strong>
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				Garreth fell back, not that he was making any progress trying to fight the spawn woman.&nbsp; Deep in his gut, he knew she was toying with him and hated it.&nbsp; Reaching down to his belt, he pulled a small crystal from it and tossed it into the air.&nbsp; He turned away and knew Ana was familiar enough with such tricks to do the same.<br><br>The shadowspawn drew back, uncertain of what he'd done.&nbsp; But then she let loose an inhuman shriek of pain as the crystal flashed like the Sun itself.&nbsp; It wouldn't last long, but it gave the three of them time enough to flee, running back towards Lauralana.<br><br>Just as they came near enough to see the Shadow looming before the elf, her cry of "into the Light!" reached them and the portal shimmered into existence.&nbsp; Garreth was the first to move, glancing back to see the she-bitch coming fast on their heels, he felt his heart sink.&nbsp; "Do it!" he shouted as he pushed both Ana and Tristan towards the portal, "Do as she says!"<br><br>But Tristan wrenched away and sprinted towards the fallen form of Lauralana.&nbsp; "No!" he shouted as he knelt and grabbed one of the elf's limp arms and began to lift her, "I'm not leaving her here!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>09-06-2008, 06:42:01</strong>
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				Ana ran headlong toward where she had left the elf woman, the flash and the scream behind her spurring her legs to a more faster run. Yet there was an unusual light ahead of her, and it was a moment before she realized the implications. "Lauralana!" She screams out, knowing the toll that portal had to have had on her mistress.<br><br>She too pulls away from the dwarf, skidding to a stop near the other arm of the elf. Her blue eyes widen as she sees for the first time clearly The Shadow. Her mouth dries, and the over powering sexuality that the thing exuded almost overpowered her mind as she stood there for a long moment gaping at the incredible...horrifying..beauty. <br><br>It was a moan that came from the elf as Tristan tugged at her arm that broke the spell or whatever had grabbed ahold of Ana's mind and she too bends to try and pull Lauralana to safety.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>09-06-2008, 09:01:50</strong>
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				"You bloody damn fools!" Garreth shouted as he watched the pair of them run to lift Lauralana's limp form.&nbsp; The portal had begun shrinking as soon as she'd fallen.&nbsp; Garreth gazed past them and his eyes fell upon the terrible form of the Shadow.&nbsp; "By the Sacred Forge..." he whispered and made the symbol of the hammer across his chest reflexively.&nbsp; As dead to magic sensativity as most dwarves, he could feel the power of the godling before them.&nbsp; <br><br>"She was trying to save you..." He called, but it was too late.&nbsp; There was no way the humans could reach the portal before it closed now, even if they gave up trying to save Lauralana.&nbsp; Garreth clenched his teeth in frustration, but he knew he couldn't win this fight.&nbsp; And someone had to carry word of the twisted god's return.&nbsp; "I'll be back for you my lady," he swore softly as he dove through the portal.<br><br>Tristan was watching the glowing light, his mind well aware that he and Ana were not going to reach it in time.&nbsp; But he couldn't look back, couldn't let his eyes take in a full sight of what was closing on them.&nbsp; He stumbled on, even as the portals shrank to a pinpoint and vanished.<br><br>But then the female shadowspawn lept into view, passing where the portal had been.&nbsp; She drew up short and stopped, her feet and hands on the deck like a crouching cat as her impossibly long tongue rolled out of her mouth like a snake, weaving back and forth while she gazed in reverent awe past him.&nbsp; The sound of hooves clacking against the deck grew closer.<br><br>The Shadow approached unhurried, His shimmering form nearly glowing under the moonlight as the fog faded away as quickly as it had arrived.&nbsp; He fixed his inhuman eyes on Ana, pools of what appeared at first glance to be solid pure darkness, but was in truth a swirling mixture of shades of black, like gazing into the night sky.<br><br>He strode nearer and reached out, brushing the girl's cheek with one fingertip.&nbsp; The texture was soft, and yet somehow hard and also smooth all at the same time.&nbsp; Like frozen silk perhaps, only it was almost searingly hot against her skin.&nbsp; And with him so close, the musk of him washed over her.&nbsp; The scent of raw pure sex, the very essence of lust and physical desire.<br><br>Tristan let go of Lauralana and fell to his knees, moaning as the scent filled his nostrals and set his cock hard and aching.&nbsp; He gazed at the helpless elven woman and couldn't stop himself from growling as animal instincts rose to demand satisfaction.&nbsp; He tore his eyes away from her, but only to find himself gazing at the female shadowspawn.&nbsp; Watching as her tongue slowly circled and teased one of her wine dark nipples while she rubbed her hairless sex.&nbsp; The scant mesh of leathers easily shifted to reveal all of her to him as she beckoned and he began to crawl forward.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>09-06-2008, 09:52:07</strong>
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				Even in the near comatose sleep that enveloped Lauralana she whimpers as the hooved steps brought him near. Her slumbering form does not move, but behind her eyelids there was rapid, almost jerking movements. <br><br>Ana tugged a few more futile moments on the elf woman's arm, her shorter blonde locks of hair swinging in jerking motions. Then he was there, and the human woman dropped her mistress' arm with a soft thump. Her mind blanked out everthing but him, her mouth moving but no sound came out. His mere presence exuded such pheramones that her sex begins to secrete its moistures, her nipples tighten and her breathing speeds.<br><br>Even as his finger comes forth Ana cries out in both shock and outrage, the heat felt as if her flesh should be seared. Her mind screamed at her, told her to stop but as if they were controlled by someone else entirely her hands raise and begin unbuttoning the white tunic slowly. Each button reveals more flesh, until her shirt is allowed to fall to the decks, and her knees bend so that she thumps solidly beside the woman whom she had cared for diligently.<br><br>Her breasts were bared, the diamond hard pebbled nipples jutting from twin round orbs, swaying the with the force of her breathing. Two tears coursed down her cheeks, her body betraying her but her fear, anger, and humiliation easily read in her wide eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>09-06-2008, 10:19:34</strong>
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				The Shadow moved closer, tracing a line of fire the felt as if it should have melted the flesh from her cheek.&nbsp; Then his finger was brushing along her lips, pressing down to open her jaw and easing into her mouth.&nbsp; His inhuman skin was hot, but did not burn.&nbsp; And that heat seemed to linger upon her skin where he'd touched her.&nbsp; Now that his finger was in her mouth, she could taste him, as if he were slightly oily.&nbsp; There was nothing in her experience like it, it was that same primordial sexual essence that his musk was, only this soaked into her tongue and mouth and crept down into her throat slowly spreading, adding to the already uncontrollable sensations coursing through her body.<br><br>He leaned down, bringing his chaotic eyes near and gazing into Ana.&nbsp; Not merely her eyes, but deeper, as if everything within her were as plainly visible to those horrid eyes as her naked breasts.&nbsp; She could feel the brush of his will in her mind, pushing aside all resistance and gathering her every memory and fear and most forbidden dream.<br><br>As he raped her mind, his other hand cupped her breast, squeezing it as if to test it's firmness, brushing his thumb over that hard pebble of her nipple and then teasing it with the tip of his claw.<br><br>Then he spoke, his voice deep and resonating throughout her body, as if she were feeling it vibrating in her bones rather than hearing it.&nbsp; "Our seed will destroy you," he told her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>09-06-2008, 15:40:15</strong>
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				Slowly, ever so slowly, the inner mind of Ana fought desperately to take back control of her body. The quickening within her loins seemed to only swell even as the heat from his fingertip felt as if it was scorching her, that did not dampen her bodies sudden and overwhelming desires....for him. <br><br>His finger then begins to invade her mouth, and even though her brain was indignant and disgusted by the oily musk that filled her mouth, the young human woman could not help a beastial groan that reverberated up her throat. Her tongue raises to lap at his finger, her cheeks depress to create suction upon him.<br><br>Her hands begin to busy themselves unbuckling her belts, unsnapping the breeches that she wears, her mind railing and even as his eyes battered her own, even as his mind invaded her mind she struggled against that mentally. Her Mind tried to duel with his, tried to push him out even as her mouth worked so diligently at his finger and her hands were desperately trying to divest her body of its clothing. <br><br>His finger in her mouth prevents real talk, but that was just as good as anything else since Ana doubted she could form the words she wished to. Her back arches as he cupped her breasts pressing herself closer to that dangerous hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>09-06-2008, 16:05:14</strong>
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				The Shadow's lips curled into what passed for a smile as he moved his hand slowly, grinning as Ana's head turned to keep her eagerly sucking mouth around his finger.&nbsp; <br><br>He stroked her belly as his other hand made the maddeningly slow path down from her breast to her exposed sex.&nbsp; His fingers stroked her curly hairs but then stopped and lifted his hand back to her breast.&nbsp; Withdrawing his finger from her mouth he lowered it to her other breast, kneading her and using his thumbs to rub her nipples.&nbsp; For a human, her will was strong to still be aware.&nbsp; He licked his lips and leaned closer to run his tongue over hers as well.<br><br>"Remove the hair from your cunt so I can see how desperate you are for my cock," he whispered, the words once again running through her like tremors.<br><br>Behind her, Tristan had reached the female spawn and was licking and sucking at her sex with wild desperation.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>09-06-2008, 16:41:51</strong>
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				Ana makes a small sound in the back of her throat, even as his finger moved causing her head to travel with him, her breaths coming in ragged bursts. <br><br>The light colored down covering and hiding her sex is stroked, her hips thrusting forward lightly as her bodies desperate attempt for the touch it so desperately needed. Her mind was growing fainter and fainter as her body succombs to the desires he seemed to call forth from her core, the overwhelming desire to please him battering down the wildly panicked mind. <br><br>When his finger moves from her mouth, Ana whimpered and panted lightly, her lips remaining parted even as his tongue laves across hers. She started to raise her hands, seeking his horrifying, heated, wonderful touch yet his command stopped her. <br><br>Without hesitation her hand falls to her pussy, her fingers curling into the blonde curls there, tightly gripping a ragged handful. She pulls, using only her hands to try and divest of the hair that so vexed her Master, the sensitive flesh on her mound stretches, the roots of the short hairs reluctant to part with the flesh they grew from. Tears sprang to her eyes as finally the first fistful came loose, her hands uncurling to allow the hairs to fall upon the deck, then she returned to start the process over. The first couple of handfulls only had tears falling from her eyes as the pulled hair caused them to sting, but by the third handful cries were being uttered as the flesh began to redden from the abuse, and the tender flesh revolted from the slow painful removal of her hair.<br><br>Once she got to the last handful, her sex was swollen, reddened and glistening with her own excitement. Even the pain of pulling her pubic hairs from her own body did not dampen the constant need that roiled within her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>09-06-2008, 17:02:55</strong>
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				The godling gazed into her eyes, peering into her mind and pleased to see there remained enough to be aware of what she was doing.&nbsp; He released her breasts, dropping one hand to cup her sex and rub her mound with his thumb, the heat only making the pain more intense but also spreading his oil into her raw flesh where it stung and burned but made her ache for more all at once.<br><br>He ran his tongue over her lips again, and then snaked it into her mouth as he drew her to kiss his inhuman mouth while he massaged her pussy.&nbsp; His free hand cupped her neck, pinching the back of it and holding her in place as his tongue invaded all the way to her throat before he released her and pushed her back, throwing her down upon the deck roughly and kneeling to let his cock hover above her belly, glistening with his unnatural fluids.<br><br>"You may suck it before I take you," he said to her, "Or after..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>09-06-2008, 17:37:36</strong>
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				Ana released a keening cry that was a mixture of desire but also of pain as his oils enflamed her abused flesh. It felt as if there were two fires burning, one deep in the pit of her womb, the other being spread along her body by his hands, neither of which she could stop or control.<br><br>Her hips flex against his hands on their own accord, her breaths panting as the tears that flowed from her tortured gaze mixed with a light sheen of sweet that covered her. A sound is caught in her throat as he pinches the back of her neck, effectively limiting her movement even if her brain could get her limbs to work properly.<br><br>His tongue snaking into her mouth both filled her wtih greed, the need for more, but also repulsed her as it snaked to her throat, the gag reflex happening but Ana's body does not allow the choking to stop her from trying to raise her own tongue against him.<br><br>Her body thumps against the wood, a grunt escaping her lips as she looks upward with a mixture of surprise, fear, revulsion, and deep and utter desire. When he speaks she almost scooted down to take him into her mouth, but the need in her sex, the need to be filled by this beast was too overwhelming. "Pleaaase...Please..take me..Take me..." She begged, even as her mind's ever quietening resistance cries out in torment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>09-06-2008, 18:07:08</strong>
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				He lowered himself to his knees and let his length slide over her belly and raw hairless sex.&nbsp; The sensation was akin to his touch, but even more intense, and she had to look down to be sure his fluids were not scorching her flesh like acid.<br><br>He drew his shaft down her once, and then eased his cockhead between her folds.&nbsp; It was by far larger than any man's tool, and it seemed certain that there could not be room within her to hold all of it's length.&nbsp; The Shadow eased forward, sliding into her and stretching her passage to accommodate his girth.&nbsp; But between her freely flowing nectar and his own oily coating he pushed steadily deeper until she felt him reach the limits of her body.&nbsp; His monstrous cock was filling her, stretching her inside and making her belly swell.&nbsp; <br><br>He paused only a moment there before leaning back.&nbsp; His legs folded over themselves easily as he leaned back, lifting Ana from the deck with nothing besides the thick shaft filling her body.&nbsp; Once she was upright atop him, he took her by the hips and began to fuck her.&nbsp; He lifted her nearly free of his shaft and then dropped her down, impaling her savagely over and over, battering the inner reaches of her body hard enough to bruise her and force the air from her lungs on each thrust. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>09-06-2008, 18:33:47</strong>
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				Ana cries out as his cock left a trail of torment along her skin and her red and irritated flesh of her mound. Her body jerks instinctively, but her thighs part willingly and even eagerly as he nestled the engorged tip of his erection against her folds.<br><br>She panicked as the size of him compared to her became more apparent, and fora brief, oh so brief moment, that panick allowed her mind to override her bodya nd she struggled briefly against him, screaming one high note of terror as his largeness parts her most sensitive flesh, stretching and feeling almost as if he were rippinginto her, thuogh her own fluids eased the way. The moment his oily moisture began to mix within her moist regions the body regained control of the mind, and her struggles ceased, her legs bending to try and draw him deeper though the size of his girth was more then a little uncomfrotable, bordering on pain.<br><br>Then he was fully inside, and she was horrified to see that his length stretched her so fully that she could see the hardened bulge in her lower belly, her blue eyes wide as he lifts her, her hands falling to grip his scaled shoulders, even though that added more intense heat that threatened t now burn her from the inside out.<br><br>Every stroke he pushed within her caused a sharp yelp as the breath wooshes from her lungs, every time he pulled out she sucked in a gasping breath, until it was occuring so fastly that she didn't even always have time to suck in the breath she so needed, her breasts bouncing and her eyes filling with the pain that registers in her tormented mind even as her cries were soundingmore and more like need and pleasure.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>09-06-2008, 18:49:54</strong>
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				The Shadow continued his brutal use of her, working faster and somehow even harder, the battering inside feeling as if he might at any moment tear through her insides and ram his divine cock into the organs of her chest.&nbsp; The brutal use did make it impossible for her to draw breath at all, the pounding against her coming to fast and often for her to draw even a gasping breath.<br><br>And suddenly, there was a presence against her back, soft and clearly female as she felt the spawn female's breasts flattened against her back as the woman's hands encircle her and cup Ana's breasts, squeezing them as lips nuzzle the back of her neck.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>09-06-2008, 18:58:46</strong>
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				Ana is now reduced to wordless screams as she tried so desperately to gain a breath, her vision blurring and dimming the longer he thrust into her. The pain was intense, overwhelming the need for release, overwhelming even the need for breath as his cock rammed against her cervix, her passages stretched further then they had ever been before, stretched further then what the gods themselves had ever intended for them to be.<br><br>The touch of the females spawn's hands against her breasts brought new terror to the woman's mind, but new pleasure to her body, and her head lolled back on its neck, without even struggling though her mind was battering at her inside, to fight for breath, to fight against the pain of her rape. Her own lip seeking the heated flesh of the spawn.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>09-06-2008, 19:34:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The female's lips were soft and she pressed them hungrily and eagerly to Ana's.&nbsp; The look in her eyes was hazy, even being a spawn herself, she was female and thus not immune to the Shadow's musky aura.&nbsp; Her hands were likewise soft, silky but only in the way a woman of leisure's hands would be.&nbsp; As she caressed and tweaked Ana's nipples gently, she was rocking, grinding her own hard nipples into the woman's back and rubbing her soaking wet sex against her rear.<br><br>And suddenly, as Ana's was slammed down once again, an explosion blossomed inside her.&nbsp; The searing heat flooded her, quickly spilling free of her body to gush over him and run down her thighs.&nbsp; Deep inside her, a sharp sensation shot through her, twin streaks of lightning that blazed up from her womb to her ovaries and exploded into a powerful surge of heat, as if twin stars had ignited within her.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>09-06-2008, 19:51:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ana tore her lips from the female spawn's, her blue eyes flying wide and glassy as her mouth parts and another silent scream ripped from her as the heat flooded with in her. Her hands clawed at her lower belly, as if she could somehow dig through her own flesh to rid herself of the shocking fluids, even as her mind fairly bursts with pure hatred and terror as she realized what he had just done. She does not know if the fact that this was not a particularly fertile time for her meant anything when it came to The Shadow, or even his spawns for that matter.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>09-06-2008, 20:10:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Shadow laid back, his tongue darting out to run over his lips as he let go of Ana.&nbsp; The female spawn wrapped her arms about the girl and lifted instead, easing her up and off of the glistening shaft.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was no smaller or less firm than before.&nbsp; Only now it was coated with a thick sheen of milky spend.&nbsp; And suddenly the musk's scent was thick in the air.<br><br>The spawn groaned and her eyes lit up like a child offered candy at the sight, and she fell prone and began licking and lapping at his thighs to clean them.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>09-06-2008, 20:28:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ana went limp as soon as the female spawn began to drag her off the beastial phallus. Some blood mixed with the white substance that coats her thighs and legs, and the human girl could not even move her legs other then a few twitches even as she is deposited back down.<br><br>As soon as the female spawn began lapping at the monsters thighs, Ana groans as her own unwetted desires still raged through her. Her hand slides down her body, to run over the raw hairless sex, dipping into the red tinged milky substance to find her clit, roughly moving her fingers over herself seeking relief from the unending desire.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>09-06-2008, 20:53:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After a moment, the female spawn turns to look over at Ana.&nbsp; Her long prehensile tongue continues to gather the fluids of Ana's coupling and draw them into her mouth, and she turns back to him.&nbsp; But soon her attention returns to Ana as she lifts her face from the completely clean crotch of her lord and licks her lips hungrily at the cum oozing down Ana's legs.&nbsp; <br><br>She rolls and borrows her face in, suddenly lapping at Ana.&nbsp; The Shadow lifts back to his knees and reaches to cup Ana's head once more, moving closer and bringing his shaft to bob before her face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>09-06-2008, 21:31:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ana cries out as the female rolls over and buries her head into her crotch. The tongue felt almost soothing against the raw handtorn hairless sex, the passages feeling abused and torn as well. One hand falls and presses mindlessly against the head of the spawn pressing her further into her needy sex, her eyes leaking tears as her mind rebels against the actions she herself are making.<br><br>The cock that bobs over her head, the hand that cradles her head is barely recognized before she lifts her head, runnning her pink tongue along his shaft and parting her lips wide around the head of his member, drawing him slowly within her mouth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>09-06-2008, 21:58:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The spawn burrows her face eagerly into Ana's abused sex, and her abnormal tongue is soon slipping far into the woman's passage, curling and scooping out as much of the Shadow's seed as she can.&nbsp; Her naked body writhes on the deck as she laps away.<br><br>And as soon as Ana's tongue touches the massive shaft she can feel a tingle in her tongue, as the very essence of his lust-inducing scents and oils soaks into her tongue and as she opens her mouth to take the head of it, she's rewarded with a few droplets that leak from him into her mouth as she draws him in.&nbsp; His hand returns to her hair, gently coaxing her forward onto him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>09-06-2008, 22:12:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ana groans and cries against the hardened member pressing into her mouth, the purity of its lustful oils wiping away the last bits of her mind that clung to conciousness as she slowly becomes simply an object of lust and incubation. A husk whose only purpose is to fuck and be fucked.<br><br>Her head presses further upon his shaft, no longer caring that the oils and liquid felt as if it were searing her tongue, no longer worried as her jaws became more and more spread as she eagerly takes him further and further into her dark recesses. It mgiht be apparent that if he allowed her to she would happily strangle herself upon his cock.<br><br>Meanwhile, Lauralana begins to stir, still void of magic, still too weak to do much but moan as the presence of the Shadow pushed into her conciousness, the painful tingles that seemed to eat at her mind driving her mad as if she had a thousand bees trapped wtihin her skull. Her green eyes flutter, her fingers twitch until her unclear gaze opened and she takes in the scene before her. "Ana..." She breathes, her heart constricting as she sees her former squire being used by the spawn and...and IT. She does not see Tristan right away, and even the simple act of opening her eyes and breathing the blonde girls name seemed to take every last bit of energy she had.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>09-06-2008, 22:32:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Shadow looked over as his prize stirred.&nbsp; With a curl of his bestial lips, he pushed Ana's head further, pushing into her throat and down deeper, distorting her neck as she tries to take all of his length inside.&nbsp; Her expression worse than mindless, it is blissful.<br><br>The Shadow licks his lips and watches the horror in Lauralana's eyes as it takes hold of Ana's hair and pulls back, only to let her dive back onto him until he is fucking her throat as vigorously as he used her sex.&nbsp; Before long, he growls and pulls her down, ramming yet deeper into her and holding her as his hip buck for several long minutes to fill her stomach with his seed.&nbsp; Pulling her off his cock, he drops the limp girl like a broken toy and begins to move towards Lauralana, the female spawn slithering about to face her as well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>09-06-2008, 22:39:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lauralana tilts her head toward the side as the Shadow uses the girl whom she had taken under her wing, the girl who had so loyally cared for her after her struggles with various spawn. She did not have the energy to even curse, it felt as if her limbs were made of lead, and she cursed in her mind the weakness that coursed through her body.<br><br>Then the thing was turning towards her, Ana left to stare vacantly upwards into the sky on the deck. While his presence caused lust and animalistic need within Ana and apparently Tristan as well, in Lauralana his presence induced pain and revulsion, nausea turns her stomach as the being closed in. Futilely she tries to scurry backwards but her limbs only twitched no matter how hard she tried. "Kill..me..." She croaked out the demand, her green eyes glittering wearily, "Or you ..will...regret.." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>11-06-2008, 06:03:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Shadow moved closer, kneeling beside the helpless elf and reaching out to stroke her cheek.&nbsp; "Kill you?" he said with a shake of his head, "Oh most certainly not."&nbsp; His other hand moved forward to rest atop the smooth plane of her belly.&nbsp; "You're going to bear the finest of my children," he said as he leaned closer, "Strong in mind and body and magic... just like you my dear Lauralana.&nbsp; You're going to be the first among my concubines...&nbsp; Once I've molded your body to suit my needs."<br><br>His hand moved up from her belly to cup and squeeze one of her breasts.&nbsp; "Your potential will not to be wasted.&nbsp; You are the first of your kind to fall to me, and I intend to use it to the fullest."&nbsp; Then his hand slipped back downwards, cupping her groin and squeezing her virgin sex.<br><br>"You are unmated," he whispered as he leaned even closer and licked the delicate lines of her ear, "But not for much longer..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>11-06-2008, 06:29:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The malevolence of the being was so great that what little energy she had felt as if she was wrapped in sticky goo, unable to move no matter how much her mind told her limbs to. Unlike Ana though, not even a little part of her wanted anything to do with this creature, her elven heritage rejecting its foulness so fully that the buzz in her mind battered her, unable to shield herself from it.<br><br>His finger against her cheek caused her stomach to rise into her throat, and his hand upon her belly drew forth a hiss of deviance, even if it was a sickly hiss. "Go ahead foul beast of misbegotten labors. I will die afterward and my kind will simply kill this so called child..." Of course in her minds eye she was already plotting. Once her magic was replenished, she was fully intending on directing ever scrap of it at her own self, extinguishing hers but also the child of evil if it came to that.<br><br>His hand at her crotch both chilled her to the bone, and burned even through her breeches, her hips jerking and her legs bending so slowly, trying to push herself away again. "You can rape this body...but you can not force me to mate...." Already the conversation, the stress, was taxing her weakened body, and she had to force her eyes to remain open, blinking rapidly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>11-06-2008, 07:03:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Shadow shook his head.&nbsp; "How short-sighted and unimaginative of you," he said, "But then, had your kind been willing to use their powers to increase their numbers rather than rely on the slow cycles of nature Nayearth would be your domain, not in the keeping of pitiful animals like her..."<br><br>He gestured towards Ana's comatose form.&nbsp; <br><br>"My children will tear her apart from the inside," he said, "No loss, just one human girl.&nbsp; But you... You will survive to bear me countless children my dear Lauralana.&nbsp; I will have to... change you of course.&nbsp; But when I am done, you will survive birthing an army."&nbsp; Then he reached up cup her chin and turn her head to gaze into his swirling eyes.&nbsp; "I will bring you before your ancestors and bind our souls as one," he whispered, "Mated as one mind, one spirit, one body..."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>11-06-2008, 07:11:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The elf woman closes her green eyes, dark circles lining them attesting to her weakened state. Trying to escape the heavy feeling of hoplessness, she forces her head away. "My kind have no desires to pervert the true gods' wishes...no desire to upset the delicate balance." <br><br>Then he was speaking of Ana, and her eyes reopened, pain registering hard and fast as she sees the vacant stare in the human, already senses the taint within her blood. His hand on her chin forces her to look back at him, his swirling eyes almost hypnotic alone, though his words had no commanding effect on hers. "Its not ..possible. elves do not mate with lesser beings..." She could not jerka way, but the last insinuation that a godling was inferior was her way of deviance, though her heart squeezed with fear, owrry that he could.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>11-06-2008, 07:29:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nothing is impossible," he told her, "Now like any good suitor, I have gifts for you..."<br><br>He extended his hand and the female spawn lifted a pouch from one of the several straps that were all that remained of her previous attire.&nbsp; She opened it and reached inside.&nbsp; Her eyes widened and she hissed softly as she drew forth a small ring of dark gray metal and set it in his hand, shaking her fingers as if to cool them from a burn.<br><br>"Pure and alchemically refined," he said as he held it up before her, "The very essence of the metal.&nbsp; Right now, you're too weak to resist.&nbsp; Too weak to destroy yourself.&nbsp; Too weak to do anything but lay there while I decorate your pretty body with these.&nbsp; It will drain your magic and the pain will keep you distracted and tired from lack of sleep."<br><br>He reached then to grab the neckline of her blouse and pull, tearing the fabric away to expose her breasts to the night air.&nbsp; And without pause, he dipped his head and began to tease and lick at her nipple, coaxing it to hardness.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>11-06-2008, 16:27:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lauralana grunts as he speaks of nothing being impossible. She wanted to believe that, simply because it was starting to look pretty impossible for her to escape this situation. She rolls slightly, not fully to her side, just a more rocking motion as she tries to regain movement, her limbs still feeling heavy. <br><br>Fear filled her eyes as he explained what the female spawn had brought to him, panic swells within her at the thought of having her magic drained. She could handle pain, she could even do without sleep for some time, but to not be able ot recharge her magic filled her with a terror that she had never felt before. <br><br>The tearing of her blouse exacts a cry from her lips, and as he begins to lick at her nipples her arms finally raise, though they weaved like a drunken man's as she puts her hand against his face, inhaling so sharply that it was audible as her palms touched his smoothed scales pain flashes through her mind but she does not let go. Instead with all of her feeble strength she pushes, doubting she would do anything but at least she was showing resistance...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>13-06-2008, 15:27:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He growled against her soft flesh, lifting his face away and shaking his head to dislodge her hands.&nbsp; He reached to gather her hands, gripping both of her slender wrists in one of his hands and pulling them up above her head.&nbsp; His fingers tightened and squeezed until the bones flexed and threatened to break beneath the vicelike grip&nbsp; "The more you squirm and resist the more this is going to hurt..." he whispered as he dipped his head to lick along her elongated ear once more.<br><br>He closed the lower three fingers of his other hand around the ring and reached pinch her dampened nipple with his forefinger and thumb, rolling it back and forth and then pulling it out from her until her soft mound began to stretch with it.&nbsp; <br><br>The female spawn drew close, drawing forth a large silver needle from her pouch with a look of lustful glee in her slitted yellow eyes.&nbsp; Her inhuman tongue slipped free to licked slowly over her lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>13-06-2008, 15:39:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lauralana cried out as the Shadow gripped her wrists, the grinding sound of her bones grating together as he threatened to break her wrists set her teeth on edge and a hiss from her lips. She jerked her head away as he dampened her ear, revulsion shuddering through her as the sensitive organ was caressed by his tongue. <br><br>She needed sleep, she needed food and drink, but mostly she needed time to build even her physical strength back up. Instead she found herself trapped beneath possibly the greatest evil Nayearth had ever seen, too weak to do much more then squirm beneath him. Her green eyes wildly looked from the female spawn to the Shadow as he gripped her nipple, he rback trying to arch with his touch to lessen the pulling of her breast, but his strong grip on her wrists, and her fatigue prevent her from arching much, instead she weakly squirmed beneath him, more for her own peace of mind to know she had tried her best to resist.<br><br>Horror filled her as she spied the large needle, almost seeming to expand in size as she stared at the instrument in a fear-induced trance-like fashion. With only a small whimper she closes her eyes tightly and turned her face, so that all that was visible wa sone half, and the sand-matted silver hair covering her delicate ear. A single teardrop rolls from her tightly clenched eyes down her too-pale cheeks.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>13-06-2008, 16:10:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Shadow leaned back, thankfully removing his tongue from her.&nbsp; But she could feel the female shift closer and the touch of a soft finger on her stretched nipple.<br><br>Then the first prick of the needle's tip against her sensitive skin, pressure growing slowly as the spawn pushed it carefully.&nbsp; He skin dimpled under it for a second, then it broke and a droplet of blood welled up as the sharp point sank into her and then emerged from the other side.&nbsp; The spawn withdrew her wicked tool then, licking it clean of the elven blood coating it.<br><br>The Shadow let go of the abused nub, but only to bring the open end of the enchanted metal loop to the freshly made hole.&nbsp; Without pause, he twisted and worked the loop roughly through and closed it, the ends drawing upon her nearly depleted energy to fuse together and lock the magic leeching ring in place.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>13-06-2008, 17:12:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lauralana bites back a sound, making a tiny squeak that turns into a gasp as the sharp needle parted the flesh of her nipple, causing her body to stiffen against the foriegn intrusion. <br><br>Then the object was removed, and the elf woman feels the bead of bright red blood dropping to slide against the lower curve of her globe. She did not get much of a reprieve before he is roughly forcing the magic-metal through her flesh, the first touching bringing a fiery pain, and as it peirces through her flesh the fire turns into a consuming burn, causing her body to buck beneath him, and a shriek to pierce the air as she shifts trying to escape the flare of agony in her breasts. Yet once the magic draws upon her waning energies the pain recedes to a burn that is manageable, more insistant but less intense. Her breaths hitch and are heavy, the drain on her magic felt deeply. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>13-06-2008, 17:37:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Shadow lifted her up by her captive hands and licked the droplet of blood from her.<br><br>"There," he said as he lowered and turned her other breast towards the spawn, "Almost done.&nbsp; Just one more my pet."<br><br>As he spoke the spawn had begun to caress and plump her other nipple with her fingers and the tip of her tongue.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>13-06-2008, 17:44:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lauralana grunts as she is lifted, her head rolling back on her neck to arch the delicate column of her throat, shuddering violently as he licks at the breast, cleaning it of her blood. Her wrists were starting to become sore from the constant pressure of his grip, and her fatigue threatened to steal her conciousness thanks to the drain of her magical reserves.<br><br>Yet she manages to gasp out a reply, after he had lowered her once more, "Not your pet...never...your...pet..." Even as she cringes away from the female spawn's fingers, as if she could cringe far enough. A deep gut wrenching sob is given as the female's fingers and tongue work against her nipple, causing it to bead and pebble tightly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>13-06-2008, 18:01:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"My pet," he said firmly.&nbsp; The female began to draw out Lauralana's nipple pulling it tight and ready for her silver needle.<br><br>"My bride... My fucktoy... My slut... Whatever I decide to make you."&nbsp; The sharp point began its sharp passage through her other nipple.<br><br>"You are going to be my little elven whore..."&nbsp; The needle finished its work and was withdrawn. <br><br>"...And you're going to learn to enjoy it."&nbsp; The other metal ring was forced into her damaged flesh, forced through and sealed by her own stolen magic.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>13-06-2008, 18:07:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lauralana shook her head mutely at his words, rage, anger, fear, pain, and torment all warring for a place in her green eyes before she slides them shut again. <br><br>"Rape the body, destroy the mind...You will never have the most important part of me, the part you so desireeeee." the last of her words ended in a shriek as the fiery pain lanced through her once more, this time her hips and back leaving the deck completely with the agony of the sealing of the magic ring,&nbsp; before it too faded to a insistant burn that threatened to keep her teeth on edge. Her statement is finished iwth a hiss of pain, "You will never own my soul...."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>13-06-2008, 18:25:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He waved his spawn back and released his grip on her wrists, letting her arms fall.<br><br>"That remains to be seen," he said as he stroked her hair in mockery of a lover's gentle caress, "But for now, know that there are more rings.&nbsp; Each and every act of defiance will earn you another, starting with one to warm the jewel of your pretty elven cunt."<br><br>He expected that his warming would not deter her.&nbsp; In fact, he rather hoped she would fight.&nbsp; He was looking forward to seeing how many rings adorned her by the time she was brought before him again.<br><br>He rose then, and turned to his child.&nbsp; "Take these two to the pits," he said, "Dispose of the rest..."<br><br>She looked up and cocked her head.&nbsp; "Master, the human prince... he tastes of magic.&nbsp; Please, may I keep him as well?"&nbsp; She touched her belly and smiled, "His seed is good, he will father strong children."<br><br>The Shadow looked past her to Tristan's unconscious and naked form, laying amidst the discarded pieces of his armor.&nbsp; "Very well, you've earned the right to keep a pet if you so desire.&nbsp; But see that he cause no trouble."<br><br>She laughed and clutched her hands together at her waist, pressing her amble breasts against each other lewdly.&nbsp; "Master... what man can resist your favorite daughter?"<br><br>The Shadow shook his head.&nbsp; "True enough..." he answered as he reached for her hair and pulled her close to kiss with almost bruatl roughness.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>13-06-2008, 18:37:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lauralana jerks her head, or rather quivers her head as her energy was so depleted by teh peircings and the rise of defiance thus far, her green eyes drooping warningly but enough life was still left that they glittered with anger as he spoke. Her arms, dropped, barely was able to raise and cross over her bare, sore and pierced breasts, even as she gave up trying to turn on her side.<br><br>Once he had risen some of the shrowd left the elf woman's mind, and thanks to the magic-draining rings the insistant buzz in her ears from the evil power of The Shadow was relieved. At the moment she thanked the gods for even this small favor. <br><br>"Noo...Tristan.." Fresh tears slip from her eyes, as she realized that her portal was wasted, for if the prince and Ana had not gotten through, what woudl have been the chances for Garreth, or any others. Tristan was important, special for reasons that she could not fathom and she had failed to protect him.<br><br>She automatically reached for the well of magic, instinctively tried to call forth the comfort but she was blocked, the most torturous part was she could sense the well as it slowly slowly renews itself, but she was unable to touch it.&nbsp; She struggled to get her limbs to move, and managed to scoot just a bare inch away from the kissing evil, before she slumped over.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>15-06-2008, 05:08:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Darkness.&nbsp; The first thing to reach his mind was an unsteady rocking and jolting.&nbsp; Then the soft creaking of wood and metal filtered to his ears.&nbsp; Warm, still air pressed against him and the smell of unwashed cloth assailed his nose.&nbsp; Before he opened his eyes, Prince Tristan was sure he was traveling in a wagon.&nbsp; <br><br>He blinked his eyes against the dim shade and slowly pushed himself up.&nbsp; He was naked, and found his entire body sore and weak.&nbsp; Sitting up, he managed to make out two other forms.&nbsp; They were in a rough wagon, really not much more than a box with wheels.&nbsp; The rear wall held a door with no visible catch.&nbsp; Almost certainly bolted or barred from the other side.<br><br>He looked around and found a jug in the corner that upon closer inspection seemed full of drinkable water.&nbsp; Bringing it with him, he crawled over to check on Lauralana and Ana.&nbsp; Finding both women as naked as he, but thankfully breathing he sat back and sighed.&nbsp; He recalled rushing to try and drag the elf to the portal, and the looming thing that had stood over her.&nbsp; And the smell... and then... <br><br>Tristan closed his eyes and groaned as the memories of what he'd done returned.&nbsp; And with that came the sickening realization of what had most likely occurred to his fellow captives.&nbsp; "Lauralana...&nbsp; Ana..." he called, not wanting to touch either of them to wake them, fearful of how they might react to contact right now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>15-06-2008, 05:20:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fire. Evil. The stench of foul magic swirled in the elf woman's mind, teasing her, taunting her as she swam towards conciousness. The twin lances of burning, leeching, sensation was the first she was physically aware of, then the uncomfortable jolt of wood against her body, and the chill that comes only from having no covering. Stronger, physically, due to her 'rest' Lauralana's green eyes fly open, and a hiss is given as she was fully concious and the drain of her magic was felt, as if a slow tendril was being pulled from her body through her breasts. <br><br>Her hands raise, at first unaware that there were others, to gingerly touch the rings that now adorn her nipples, the pads of her fingers burned enough for her to yank them back just from contact. That would be the reason for the fiery pain atleast. Then she slowly brought into focus the surrounding area, and sees Tristan. Without thougth she reached for her magic to cloth herself, to shield her body that had been so previously unseen by a male, and the slamming of the invisible shield caused her breath to be stolen.<br><br>With a sob she turns to her side, pushing herself up as she draws her knees closer to her, her hand pushed through her ragged silver hair. "Why." Green eyes meet his, her face less pallid but no less tortured as she realizes what he must have gone through.."How....How did you miss the portal...You and ..and Ana..should be gone..Garreth?" Her hand reaches to stroke Ana's hair, Ana's own eyes opened and the mute bliss seemed to be burned into her eyes. "She is ...she is HIS now..." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>15-06-2008, 05:34:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The pained look in her eyes tore at him.&nbsp; She'd never expected to escape, and his attempt to save her had done nothing but add himself and Ana to the casualties.<br><br>"We.. We couldn't leave you like that..." he explained uselessly, "We tried to pull you to the portal.&nbsp; But Garreth..."&nbsp; Garreth's final shouted words came back to him and he winced at the truth of them.&nbsp; "Garreth escaped."<br><br>He looked down at Ana and shivered.&nbsp; "His?" he asked uncertainly, "You mean that spawn?"&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>15-06-2008, 05:41:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				'Foolish.." She mutters, even as she winces once more, shifting so that her knees still remained curled against her but did not press against her pierced flesh. "Did I not tell you that you were important? I used the last...." Her voice broke slightly,&nbsp; the realization that the portal was the last thing she had been able to do with her magic, possibly for the last time. "The last of my energies to make sure you atleast would survive...Atleast..atleast Garreth escaped..he will know what to tell people..." <br><br>She looks back down towards Ana, a pained sigh, "He is no spawn Tristan....No spawn has his...power. He is the father of the spawn...and she bears his children now." Her gaze falls back towards him, "Careful what you say...she will have no choice but to do as he bids, and he will most certainly have her relate what she has heard...she is no longer an ally. Even if we killed her body, its seed will continue to feed off it...only completely destroying their food source will stop their births.."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>15-06-2008, 06:58:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tristan winced and looked down.&nbsp; But as Lauralana explained Ana's fate, he felt his gut churn.&nbsp; "Is... Is there nothing we can do?" he asked, but even as he did he found himself gazing into the woman's eyes.<br><br>His mind was spinning.&nbsp; The Shadow... Father of evil... <br><br>He looked back up at Lauralana, trying to meet only her green eyes and trying not to let his gaze linger upon the beauty of her form, but he found his gaze drawn to the dark rings set into her pale flesh.&nbsp; "Your magic... can't help us can it?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>15-06-2008, 07:18:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lauralana's own eyes had of course, looked over Tristan's body, it was disconcerting at best to be thrown in here as naked as he was, she had no recollection of where her pants had gone to, but she was relieved that the beastly man had not pierced her anywhere else.<br><br>"Nothing we can do for her no...I doubt we could even choke the life out of her with our hands without attracting undue attention." The elf shudders, a visible tremble that shook her body as a leaf in the wind. The thought of attracting the Shadow's attention sent a tendril of fear.<br><br>Her eyes follow his gaze, a blush rising in her elegant cheeks, her face turning away briefly before she sighs. She does not even know if she was still untouched, but she did not know if due to her elven blood if she would be as effected as Ana has been if she had been impregnated, but she did not feel as if she were carrying the spawn of evil. Her fingers press against the flesh of her breasts jsut around her nipples, careful not to touch the dark almost beautiful in their perfection rings, "Nay, we will have to find a way to use our minds and our bodies....unless you can remove these?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>15-06-2008, 09:45:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tristan looked away when she followed his gaze.&nbsp; But looking over at Ana made him uncomfortable.&nbsp; The woman was awake, and the way she returned his gaze and touched her tongue to her lips stirred his loins and made him look away quickly.&nbsp; <br><br>He moved closer to Lauralana, focusing his attention on the rings, trying not to take in to soft creamy swells of breast, or the delicate rose color of those permanently stiffened nubs of flesh.&nbsp; At her question, he reached out, his hand trembling and hesitant.&nbsp; He glanced up to her face apologetically and swallowed as her tried to shift and hide the treacherous evidence of his arousal.&nbsp; <br><br>He touched the ring carefully, lifting it and running his thumb along it.&nbsp; As carefully as he could, he moved it, sliding it through her nipple to see if the seam was on the part hidden there.&nbsp; But then he let go and shook his head.&nbsp; "It's solid," he said, "No rivet or welding.&nbsp; The only way to remove it would be to cut it free... or..."&nbsp; He winced and looked uncomfortably into her eyes.&nbsp; "Or to rip them out..."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>15-06-2008, 16:01:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lauralana closed her eyes as Tristan neared, forced her arms to stay at her side though she was tempted to raise them to hide herself. She closed her eyes in hopes that it would make Tristan more at ease, his state of undress making his own arousals apparent.<br><br>She hissed as he shifted the ring through her flesh, her eyes squinting harder before she opens them. "Trust me...it will be far less painful for you to rip them out then to remain in The Shadow's hands...do it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>15-06-2008, 16:08:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tristan blinked and swallowed hard, the trembling in his fingers transferring into the ring and from there to her nipple.&nbsp; "How... how long will it take for you to call on your magic?" he asked.<br><br>As he waited for her answer, he moved to kneel directly before her and reached to take hold of one ring with each hand, ready to divest her body of both rings with a one vicious pull.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>15-06-2008, 16:57:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lauralana blinks rapidly, "I ...I don't know, they are draining the magic keeping me weak, but not quickly so I can see, and feel my reserves...I just can't touch it..." Ana smiles upwards at Tristan as she watches him grasp the rings, her smile eager-seeming and almost dark. Her lips were wettened by her own tongue and her hand covered her belly almost protectively.<br><br>"It might be instantaneous...we might have to wait..We...I will have to be quiet just in case...and you have to be quick..." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>15-06-2008, 18:38:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tristan nodded and took a deep breath.&nbsp; "I'll be as quick as I can then," he promised.<br><br>Another moment passed as he tensed and clenched his teeth.&nbsp; It made his stomach roll and churn to think of what he was about to do, but he knew the alternative was worse.&nbsp; He steeled his nerve and closed his eyes.&nbsp; <br><br>He jerked his hands, feeling the resistance as her flesh stretched then reached its limit and pulled her body towards him by her nipples before the resistance to his yank was suddenly gone and fell backwards to land atop Ana with the twin rings of hard metal in his fingers.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>15-06-2008, 18:53:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lauralana hitches her breath as he prepares himself. She braces herself with a look of dread and profound horror at what was about to happen. Her lower lip was tucked between her teeth, and already sweat beads her brow in her concentration to not making a sound.<br><br>As he swiftly tugs, Lauralana squeaks as her nipples are stretched taunt, and a shriek is bitten back as the tug turns into a tearing sensation, her teeth first marking and then breaking the flesh of her lip causing the taste of her own blood to fill her mouth as the muted scream was issued.<br><br>She too tumbles back, blood flowing freely from her destroyed nipples, her hands clamping over the not-so-perfect globes as she twists to the side and curls, willing the pain to recede so that she could concentrate.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>15-06-2008, 19:06:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tristan's eyes snap open as that muted sound fills his ears and watches the elf clutch her bloody chest and curl up.&nbsp; The metal rings in his fingers are oddly warm to the touch and heavier than they should be.&nbsp; he drops his gaze to them, seeing the stain of bright red blood upon his hands and cannot hold back the lurching of his stomach any longer.<br><br>He falls to his side, curling his hands into firsts to clutch the rings as he gags and vomits upon the floor of their moving cell.<br><br>From outside, a high pitched female voice is shouting, the words muffled by the walls but the note of near panic carrying.&nbsp; Harsh, guttural voices mingle with it as well and then the sound of the door being unbarred and thrown open.&nbsp; Light spills into the small wagon as the female spawn shoves the ork who opened the door inside and rushes in as well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>15-06-2008, 19:13:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ana immediately rolls to her side as Tristan's weight was removed from her, curling and scooting away from the still-sane pair as she rocks mindlessly humming a soothing melody to herself.<br><br>Lauralana gasps and groans, forcing herself to her knees, blood trickling down her chin from her ragged lip, and seeping from beneath her palms. The drain fo magic from the rings had prevented her magic from refilling properly, but she could feel the churn of rich power rushing back in to fill the void that the rings had left. <br><br>She could have healed herself, stopped the bleeding but this was not the time to do so, she had more important things to do, and she begins to twist the sparse energy within her, preparing to create a portal once more. <br><br>The door bursting open startles her, breaks her concentration and instead of using the energy twisted to her will for a portal, she was forced to throw the energy outwards, towards the incoming orc and spawn.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>15-06-2008, 19:26:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The orc, still stumbling forward from being shoved, squeals in shock as the raw energy strikes it.&nbsp; The shadowspawn throws herself to the side, while drawing forth some of her own power to form a shield to deflect the remainder of Lauralana's attack away from herself and back towards the hapless orc.&nbsp; With a grunt, he falls to land smoldering to the floor.<br><br>Tristan shakes his head and pulls himself up, hands still clutching the rings as he gets unsteadily to his feet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>15-06-2008, 19:32:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lauralana realizes that she is no match for the female, not in her current condition. The freely flowing blood draining her of strength as well as the pain keeping her from being able to fully think.<br><br>"Go...go" She shouts towards Tristan, as she begins to throw short bursts of energy at the female hoping to distract her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>15-06-2008, 20:08:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Having failed once to follow her directions, Tristan scrambled towards the door.&nbsp; He could see more orcs gathering, but there was still a fair amount of confusion and surprise.&nbsp; As he stepped past the fallen orc, he dropped the magic dampening rings and reached down to snatch up the greenskin's axe from it's lifeless fingers.&nbsp; <br><br>At the door, he glanced back for a moment before turning to rush the startled guards.&nbsp; <br><br>The female spawn hissed in anger as she saw him fleeing, but she could not divert her attention from Luaralana's attack.&nbsp; Snarling in frustration, she stalked towards the elf, her hands wreathed in power to bat down the elf's bolts until she was close enough to grab Lauralana's hands and channel a surge of electricity into her.<br><br>From outside, the clash of metal rose followed by squealing and cursing in the foul language of the orcs. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>15-06-2008, 20:22:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The elf woman's aim was woefully effected by the quickly rising light-headedness that seemed to encase her mind. Still she fought, backing away, trying to find a weakness in the Spawn's demeanor. Her eyes caught that of Tristan's fleeing and she felt better, knowing that she did all she could for him. The Fates and his own ingenious would have to take over now.<br><br>As the female moved closer, Lauralana drew the last bit of energy, and instead of aiming it at the spawn, she aimed it at the cowering Ana, seconds before the jolt of electricity stiffened her body, causing her green eyes to roll backwards for a moment showing nothing but whites, before collapsing in a heap, shuddering as her body's nerves worked frantically to remember their correct pathways to fire their own electricities. She did not even know if her ball, intent on putting Ana out of her misery, and destroying the body that housed potential spawn, had struck its goal or not.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>15-06-2008, 21:44:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she went down, Lauralana heard Ana's voice rise in a shriek of pain.&nbsp; Then the spawn woman was upon her, pouncing and straddling the elf while snarling down at her with blazing eyes.<br><br>"You fucking bitch!" she snarled as she backhanded the stunned elven huntress, "Stupid little cunt!"&nbsp; More names rolled off her tongue, each punctuated by a slap to rock Lauralana's head back and forth.&nbsp; Then the shadowspawn sat back and reached to her pouch, realizing that her victim would only remain helpless for a short while without the magically purified iron.&nbsp; She drew forth on open ring, hissing as it burned her own fingers.&nbsp; She reached down to grab Lauralana's elegant nose and pulled upwards, tilting the elf's head back as she gazed at the delicate nostrils.&nbsp; "Might as well ring you like one, since you'll be nothing but a cow for father soon enough," she cackled with glee and then pushed the ring into Lauralana's nose bringing the two ends close enough that they flared and burned through the thin cartilage that separated Lauralana's&nbsp; nasal passages.&nbsp; The spawn held onto it, ignoring the pain in her fingers as she tugged at the ring to pull the elf's face back down to look at her.&nbsp; She grinned down at Lauralana.&nbsp; "Oh yes, that's quite lovely on you..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>15-06-2008, 21:53:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The shrieking of Ana filled Lauralana's ears, then white bursts of pain bloomed in her head as the female's hands rocked her head back and forth.&nbsp; Stunned, Lauralana's energy bolt that had engulfed Ana's body started to wane, the magic that fed it slowly growing dimmer and dimmer as the elfwoman's concentration was broken.<br><br>The smell of burnt flesh reeked in the wagon, and then Lauralana's own nose was seared and scorched, drawing forth her own screams and spasming of her body as her magic was firmly cut off once more. Agony lit through the elf's body, the thin cartiledge smoldering and the return of the insistent pain with the ring. Tears fall from her eyes as she recognizd teh human moaning from Ana, but was too horrified to look at the damage she herself had caused, but did not finish off the human woman.<br><br>Ana, her flesh scorched and cracked, her blonde hair crisped was unfortunately still very much alive. Parts of her body nothing more then melted peeling flesh, as she shivered and screamed in shock. Her face was nothing more then a blackened lump of boiling blood, but her eyes, forever blinded now where a milky color as they flayed wide.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>15-06-2008, 22:20:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The spawn glanced over, but the low keening was proof that the human girl was alive.&nbsp; "Pitiful little thing," she said as she took hold of Lauralana's wrists and pinned her down, "Before she would have at least lived out her last days blissful and contented.&nbsp; All you have done is take that kindness from her and give her this horrid pain."<br><br>One of the orcs entered as she held the elf down and shuffled nervously.&nbsp; "Mistress Halae..."<br><br>The spawn snapped her head around and fixed him with her slitted eyes.&nbsp; "You had best be about to tell me my pet has been captured... alive and unharmed."<br><br>The orc took a half step back, glancing at the carnage in the wagon.&nbsp; "N-Not yet Mistress," he stammered, "But we are chasing..."<br><br>His words were cut off, becoming a pained gurgle as blood began to bubble and spew from his lips.&nbsp; The red length of Halae's tongue stretched across the wagon, sliding slowly from the hole it had made in his neck and slithering back into her mouth.&nbsp; The orc dropped to his knees, clutching his throat as his blood poured forth and then fell face forward beside the one Lauralana's magic had slain earlier.<br><br>"Fetch me a hammer and some nails!" she bellowed, "And be quick about it!"&nbsp; As she waited for her minions to comply, she climbed free of the elf and hauled her to her feet before lifting her off her feet and slamming her against the wagon's wall.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>15-06-2008, 22:28:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Silent tears slipped from Lauralana's eyes, her lids closing against the sight of the spawn, but also that of Ana. She had meant to destroy the body, freeing the soul and keeping atleast that many more Spawn from being borne, instead she had sentanced her loyal squire to a miserable existance. "Her body might have been peaceful, but her soul is in agony." Lauralana spit out, even as she is hauled to upwards, a harsh grunt is emitted even as her back impacted the wall.<br><br>Summoning her strength, the elf let her weight hang from Halae's hands, relief flooding her that there was still a chance that Tristan would make it out. As long as she kept Halae's attention, then all he had to do was outrun orcs, and not magic. As her weight slams down, the spawn's strength surprising as she was kept aloft, Lauralana lashed out with her legs, trying to connect wtih Helae's soft middle, her knees anything she could.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>15-06-2008, 22:55:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Halae grunted and doubled over as Lauralana's knees connected with the softness of her belly.&nbsp; A whimpering cry escaped her as she sank to her knees, but she fell forward, driving her weight against Lauralana to try to pin her to the wall.<br><br>"Get... her..." she wheezed as the sound of booted feet on the wagon's step signaled the arrival of a pair of orcs, "Grab... her... hands..."<br><br>The two greenskins wasted no time, lunging forward each to try and seize one of the elf's arms.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>15-06-2008, 23:04:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lauralana felt her body sliding as Helae doubles over, and she twists, trying to break Helae's grip on her wrists. Her breathing was heavy, the loss of blood making her dizzy though thankfully her nipples were more seeping then gushing. The blood that falls from her lips decorates her chin, and the nose trickled as well from the new piercings. <br><br>All in all Lauralana was a ragged elf, no longer the calm, pristine beauty, but a wild and if allowed to be, dangerous. Yet the addition of the orcs did nothing to help her situation, and she soon found her self pinned firmly, her arms stretched wide to keep her off balance, thoguh her legs still twist and lash out trying to keep them at bay. "What a pathetic spawn you are..Helae is it? What would Daddy think if he sees his little bitch snivling before a mere elf?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>15-06-2008, 23:41:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Halae drew back as the orcs grabbed hold of Lauralana's arms and held her in place.&nbsp; The spawn snapped her head up and narrowed her cat-like eyes at the elf as she spoke.<br><br>"Be thankful you're important to him or I'd make you really scream," she hissed as she crouched to pick up the hammer and large iron spikes the orcs had dropped in their haste to hold the elf.&nbsp; "I'm going to enjoy this..." she snarled as she circled to avoid Lauralana's kicking legs.&nbsp; She lifted the spike and pressed the point of it against the palm of the elf's slender hand.<br><br>With a gleeful laugh, she swung the hammer and drove the metal threw the flesh and buried it solidly into the wood.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>15-06-2008, 23:56:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lauralana felt a moment of triumph at the glare of Halae, one that only lasted a moment as teh spawn returned with the large spike and mallet. She prayed to the gods that she would make it through this next test of endurance, make it through without begging, she knew it was too much to ask to make it through without screaming.<br><br>The ring in her nose caused her to breath funnily, wheeze almost as her breathing speed. The press of the wicked point caused her to squint her eyes shut and throw her head to the other side, just before blood gushed from her palm and she screams.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>16-06-2008, 00:33:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Halae looked up and smiled triumphantly.&nbsp; "Not so mouthy now, are you?" she sneered as she moved to the other hand, making a show of setting the spike in place and drawing back the hammer.<br><br>Then she swung and Lauralana's blood splattered across her face.&nbsp; She laughed and licked at the red droplets with her obscene tongue. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>16-06-2008, 00:41:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The elf woman's face was contorted as pain siezed her thoughts, the burn of the ring, and the now pulsing throb in her palm stole her cognitive skills for the moment. Gasps were loosed from her lips, and sweat ran from her brow as she quivered.<br><br>Dirty clumps of silver hair swings as she shakes her head mutely, wildly, when the press of the spike registered in her other palm. A heavy breath is taken, and released in a scream as once more pain lanced in her brain, the scream now not just an inarticulate sound, but forming an elven expletive that resounded.<br><br>Unable to help herself, Lauralana sags against the spikes, her blood dripping from her palms, her breasts, and her nose, forming several drops below her, that if left to bleed would certainly become puddles. Slowly she lifts her heads towards Halae, a slightly unfocused gaze is given. Her last hope, was to royally piss this female off to where she kills her. "Tell me..Halae..." Her words are slightly breathless, "How does it feel to know that you will always be less then I? That if it came down to it your father would choose me over you any day?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>17-06-2008, 02:28:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Halae growled and her eyes blazed, literally assuming a faint glow as her rage moved the power within her to unconsciously manifest.&nbsp; Both the orcs stepped back, no longer needed and not wishing to be in the angry spawn's way.<br><br>Halae swung her hammer at Lauralana's midsection, aiming for the vulnerable softness of her belly.&nbsp; "Filthy elf," she hissed as she drew back and swung again landing another blow to the elf's gut.&nbsp; <br><br>As she hauled back for a third swing, she stopped and stepped closer, lifting one of the remaining nails up to press it to the underside of Lauralana's chin, pushing the tip into the soft skin until it broke and droplet of red began to slide down the length of crude metal.<br><br>"I am first among my father's daughters," she hissed, "I have walked unseen by you or your seers for years and born many strong spawn for him.&nbsp; I have been honored to pleasure him and where it possible, I would bear the seeds he will plant in you.&nbsp; I am Halae the Favored.&nbsp; You will be nothing more than another field to bear his seeds.&nbsp; Rare and precious soil, but nothing more.... NOTHING MORE!"<br><br>Then she threw the spikes and hammer side and spun to stalk towards the door.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>17-06-2008, 03:09:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The first of the strikes caught Lauralana by surprised, the air in her lungs whooshed from her lips in a loud grunt, leaving her gasping noisily. The second strike sent pain shrieking through her, but she had no air left to cry out, instead she hung wheezing, the wieght of her body tugging painfully upon her nail-pierced palms.<br><br>For a long moment there was no sound but the elf's valiant attempts at breath, looking and sounding much like the fish stranded upon a dry bank. Even as her head is forced upwards by the spike, she struggled to gain enough breath to speak, to tell the filthy spawn that even a mere vessel that could bear his children was worth more to him then she was...but she could do nothing but glare and sputter.<br><br>Even after she left, the elf managed to gain her foooting so that she no longer hung so painfully from her palms, though she continued to gasp. Her cheeks and her belly sported bruises from her physical altercations with Halae, blood had flowed so readily crusted and adorned her body, but thankfully -or unfortunately- the bleeding slowed to not be a danger of death. Her shoulders already started to ache from the forced spread position, and her head hung forward, trying without success to ignore the constant flame in her nose, thanks to the ring.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>17-06-2008, 05:37:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				For a time, perhaps as much as an hour, Lauralana was left to hang.&nbsp; Ana was left in the corner, her ruined body unable to move and her voice rising in a steady moaning and wailing as she made feeble efforts at movement.&nbsp; The bodies of the orcs where taken away, and a scrawny goblin wench shuffled in to scrub at the blood and vomit across the wagon's floor and walls.&nbsp; As she worked, she muttered under her breath in the language of her kind.<br><br>Then the unlatched door swung open and Halae strode in, her cat-like eyes narrowed and her face a glow with satisfaction.&nbsp; Behind her, two orcs carried Tristan, his hands and feet bound.&nbsp; As they brought him in and dropped him like a side of beef to the floor, Halae moved up and ran her fingers along Lauralana's belly, slowly stroking and making her way up toward the elf's bloody breasts.<br><br>"I owe you more rings now," she purred, "Two to replace the ones this naughty boy pulled out to start with..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>17-06-2008, 13:56:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lauralana suffered the hour in mostly silence, Ana's torment eating at her with every moan, spearing the pain of guilt through her heart that hurt far more then the spikes driven through her palms. She had given up trying to pull herself off the spikes after the first few attempts sent more blood running down her arms and pain to flash through causing her to cry out.<br><br>When Halae finally re-emerged, it was a pitiful sight that hung from the wall of the wagon. Sweat streaked her brow, and her sandy matted silver hair hung in clumps around her face, the points of her ears flicking violently. Her green eyes glared, narrowing as Tristan is brought back, the sorrow of that sight hidden deep within her heart. <br><br>An elven swear is uttered when the spawn moves closer, and Lauralana worked up the last bit of moisture in her mouth to spit at Halae, a small bit of resistance as she could not even back away from the spawn's fingers as they tread up her flesh. "Should you really take the time to do such? I believe your father is calling his little bitch-daughter home for a quick rut?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>18-06-2008, 20:08:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh we'll both be enjoying his cock soon enough," she answered as she reached to brush the spit from her face with the back of one hand, "Only, I think I may the only one of us that enjoys it."<br><br>Her other hand reached Lauralana's breasts, a fingertip brushing and rubbing the torn ruin of her nipple.&nbsp; "I guess we'll have to let these heal...." she purred as she reached down from her face to draw forth one of the rings Tristan had torn free, still covered in the elf's blood.<br><br>Her fingers pinched hard then and twisted at the torn nipple, reawakening the flow of blood as she pulled it up to push the ring back into place.&nbsp; Then with a wicked smile she leaned forward and let her tongue slither out and begin to caress and clean away the blood.&nbsp; And Lauralana could feel the familiar sensation of magically accelerated healing, flesh reknitting around the the burning ring and the sharp pain of it's drain on her power flickering and then resuming as the spawn's tongue drifted away from the restored nub of flesh. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>19-06-2008, 15:14:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lauralana pressed herself as far away from the spawn as the wagon's wall allowed her, drawing up to her full height as her green eyes sparked with anger and revulsion. She jerked as the female's spawns fingers touched her painfully ripped nipple, hissing from both pain and shame of being touched so intimately. "I pity you. Being born to be nothing better then cattle to breed and breed again, over ...and over...having no potential.." Her words were bitten off here as a short cry was uttered when Halae squeezed her nipple so, the warm burst of blood being registered dimly.<br><br>"No potential to be more.." She finished lamely, her words coming in panting gasps as her breast was pulled upwards and the burning ring fitted against the bloodied tear, then there were the screams that forced their way past her control, her body arching and twisting even as the nipple reformed itself. First it was burning and itching of the healing and the ring, and then as the ring infused itself with her flesh draining yet more ofher magic. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>24-06-2008, 12:58:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Halae growled and moved her lips to Lauralana's other breast, seizing the ruined nipple in her teeth and biting down on it sharply.&nbsp; "Better to live doing what I was meant for than to live out my days knowing that I was the first of my kind to be brought low and put such use," she hissed.<br><br>She repeated the cruel healing, returning the ring and restoring the torn nipple to hold it in place once more.&nbsp; Then she slowly sank to her knees, her lips and tongue and fingers caressing Lauralana in a mockery of a lover's touch as she worked a leasurely path along the elf's body to her sex.<br><br>"As promised," she whispered against the soft folds.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>24-06-2008, 14:40:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lauralana narrows her eyes, her breathing coming in short bursts and her fingers curling around the wide heads of the spikes cruelly driven through her hands. The pain in her nose from the ring that pulled on the thin membrane, the breast now flaring up to match, caused her to moan slightly her face in a constant grimace as she tries to come to terms with the added fire.<br><br>Then Halae's lips were at her other naked breast, her teeth clamping down on the pained ruined nub causing the elf-woman to gasp and arch her back. Though that pain was nothing compared to the third ring inserted into the ragged nipple and healed artificially. Her body twists but she still manages to bite back a scream. Her head thrashes lightly as she tries to rid her head of the growing fog from the magical drain on her body, the aklmost buzzing sound that was slowly torturing her and further breaking her concentration.<br><br>She shifts from side to side, trying to escape the feel of the spawn's lips fingers and tongue as she slips lower down her body, in her desperation she begins to ttry and pull the spikes from the walls itself, causing fresh blood to flow from her palms as the bones in her hands shift and spread more so around the metal shaft, her flesh sliding upwards on to the spike, but thanks to the widened head her hands do not slip off. Instead she was forced to try and pull the deeply embedded nails, causing more pain to race up and down her arms even as her hips bucked and her legs begin to thrash in panicked fear as Halae presses her lips to her nude sex and speaks. Lauralana does not realize she is sobbing out loud now even as she struggles mightily.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>25-06-2008, 03:35:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Halae smiled as she nuzzled into Lauralana's crotch and gazed up at the struggling elf.&nbsp; Her long tongue slithered out and teased the outer folds of the elf's sex before easing into the warmth and coaxing at her pearl.&nbsp; Slow, knowing licks tease and draw reactions from Lauralana's body.<br><br>Then the spawn's fingers ease up to spread the petals of her center wide and expose her vulnerable nub to the wicked silver needle.&nbsp; She teased the elf with it, stroking her with the tip lightly and circling it around the delicate flesh in slow circles.&nbsp; Then as it seemed she might never tire of tormenting and taunting, suddenly her fingers gripped and pulled at Lauralana's clit as she drove the needle through it.&nbsp; Withdrawing it, she jabbed it into the soft flesh at the back of the elf's knee while she grabbed another of those horrid rings and forced it through the hole, licking and sucking as it flared and sealed itself with yet more stolen magic.<br><br>Withdrawing her needle, she rose to stand before Lauralana and lick the smear of blood from her bright tool.<br><br>"Enough?" she asked in a seductive whisper, "Or should I add one for that sharp tongue of your's as well?"&nbsp; Another piece of the dark metal came from her pouch, this one a short rod with balls on either end to keep it from falling out of place.&nbsp; "I asked you a question elf-slut..." she purred with an unholy gleem in her eyes as she held up that tiny metal rod before Lauralana's green eyes.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>26-06-2008, 06:36:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lauralana had never been touched so intimately before, even the beast had gripped her most secret self had done so through her trousers. Her face flames and even through the maddening buzz from the other rings drain upon her magic she felt the shame and humiliation as her feminine core begins to tighten and secrete from the Spawn's work with her tongue.<br><br>She pressed herself as far away as she could, trying to escape the lips and then the fingers that toyed and teased at her. It was so shocking to feel the warmth blossom at the apex of her thight that when Halae gripped the clitoris and shoved the sharp needle through the flesh, it came as a total surprise as intense pain flooded through her, mingled with an odd brand of pleasure. Then the real pain began.<br><br>So focused on the ring she barely felt the needle peirce her knee, but her leg buckled on its own, dragging her body weight against her pinned hand but even taht paled in comparison. The flare of burning pain at the most sensitive part of her caused her to scream, both in pain but also ....in pleasure as the first touches sent shudders of physical desire through her, and her mind and emotions warred with her body. <br><br>Her head flies backwards, rapping the back of her head sharply against the wall, her legs clamping together, thrashing against her bonds as it felt as if every point in her body burned thanks to the many rings decorating her once flawless flesh. When Halae spoke to her, no elven words seemed harsh enough, no flowery tongue of her ancestors quite was foul enough as pain racked her body, shame tormented her mind. "Fuck you, bitch from the shadow of the moon.." This was gasped out, even as she pants, trying to come to come to terms wiht the intnse burning in her nose, breasts, and now her sex.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 04:08:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Now now," the spawn answered with a smug grin, "That's what I'm keeping your little princeling for.&nbsp; But I can see you've not learned your place yet."<br><br>She gestured to the orcs who'd been watching the elf's use rather avidly.&nbsp; "Hold her jaw," she ordered one and then directed the other to sieze the elf's tongue.<br><br>The greenskins moved eagerly, thick strong fingers clamping at Lauralana's jaw to try to force it open and then more grasping at her soft pink tongue to pull it sharply as if trying to pull it free of her mouth.<br><br>Halae smiled and ran the silver needle along her captive's tongue before pushing it through.&nbsp; Unlike her previous work, this time she worked slowly, dimpling the flesh before breaking it and driving the sharp pain through with agonizing slowness.&nbsp; Then the needle was withdrawn and the rod of dark metal pushed through the hole, stretching and tearing slightly before she touched the ball of matching metal to it's underside and setting off it's enchantment.<br><br>Both the orcs and Halae then released Lauralana and stepped back to enjoy watching her endure the flaring as the newest piercing fused itself to her magic and joined the others in sealing her power from her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 04:31:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Before the elf could even retort, the thick fingers were forcing her jaws apart. She fought this so hard that the bones in her delicate temples bulged, and her jaw popped. Growls formed and were emited, her eyes squinted and her lips reared back in an animal-like snarl even as her tongue was pulled forward.<br><br>The growl only grew louder, then higher pitched as the needle slowly parted the damp muscle of her tongue. Spots of blood fall to the floor at her feet as the sharp point pierced the underside. Panting and wheezing, her breath was sucked from her breath as the searing flame of the metal scorched her tastebuds.<br><br>As the shadowspawn backed off, Lauralana thrashed, her head weaving violently side to side as the flames built flaring as the metal melded together. Again, like the four previous rings, the bar was seamlessly sealed. Her head raps repeatedly against the side of the wagon, over and over again not even dazing the elf as she thrashed until her physical strength was gone. Hanging limply, her nose, tongue, breasts and clit all burning not so intensely, not enough to make her mindless, but enough to keep her from thinkign clearly, from regaining her mental endurance.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 05:19:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Halae slowly smiled as she watched Lauralana thrash about until she'd worn our her strength.<br><br>Stepping close enough to seize a fistfull of hair and lift the elf's face so she could gaze into those green eyes she nodded.&nbsp; "There we go," she said softly, "Now, are you ready to be a good little slut now?&nbsp; Or do I need to decorate your body with a few more rings?&nbsp; Maybe a pair for those pretty ears perhaps?"<br><br>Her other hand moved to lightly stroke the delicate point of one of Lauralana's ears as she waited for the elf to respond. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>05-07-2008, 15:20:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lauralana grunts as her head is forced upwards, her appearance no longer even resembling the calm, stoic elfwoman of just a day or so before. Her silver hair was matted with sweat, blood, and sand, her body adorned by the same except the blood there was her own. Her eyes were hollowed but wildness gleams from the green depths. Her features could only be described as feral as she grimaces against the irritating deep seated burn in so many parts of her body, the sealing of her magic adding insult to injury.<br><br>Yet the spawn was speaking to her, and it took the elf woman a long moment to realize that Halae was asking her a pointed question. Every fiber of her being told her to resist, o rail and fight, yet the reasonable side won over. She needed time to recover, to try and accustome herself to the burn and the lack of magic. So instead of speaking, not trusting her voice but also not quite willing to debase herself by agreeing to 'behave', Lauralana endured the spawn's fingers on her sensitive ears, her green eyes sliding closed even as her body shudders and she had to fight down the need to empty her stomach, though not much remained therein.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>08-07-2008, 16:04:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Halae smiled as her fingers moved slowly along the delicate curve of Lauralana's ear, easing up to the pointed tip and then back down.&nbsp; Leaning close, she brushed against her victim as her other hand glided slowly along the elf's side, brushing her ribs and hips and the side of her breast.<br><br>"Leave her alone... please... Can't you see she can't take any more of this?"&nbsp; Tristan's voice was low as he gazed up at the Spawn and the horribly abused elf.&nbsp; "Please just let her be..."<br><br>Halae smiled, curling tightly to Lauralana's side and turning her head to gaze at the human.&nbsp; "Oh this is nothing next to what's in store for her boy," she answered as she continued to run her fingers over the elf, drifting inward to brush her sex and then to trace the darker circle of flesh around the elf's nipple.&nbsp; "And if I was to leave her alone, I'd have to find something else to entertain myself with..."<br><br>She turned her head and pressed her lips to Lauralana's cheek.&nbsp; "What do you think, should I let you rest and play with my other toy for a while?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>08-07-2008, 16:15:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lauralana had figured giving in and not fighting Halae would be easier then enduring the seemingly endless amount of evil metal at the spawn's disposal. She had thought that it would be easier to simply hang in her misery, perhaps blashpeming and praying for death. <br><br>Yet the spawn presses herself against the elf woman, and the only blessing from the rings were that she could tolerate the nearness of such a being of shadows without wretching and vomiting. The slow slide of the feminine hand along her body revulsed her, yet as the fingers brushed her sex, already in a strange torment between pain and pleasure of having the nub of her clitoris constantly stimulated by the aggravating ring deepseated.<br><br>When Tristan spoke Lauralana moaned, having forgotten her misery and humiliation had an audience, that someone had witnessed her brought low. And for a long, horrifying moment she feared that she would answer yes. Yes to torment the human, yes to torture him and leave her to lick her wounds. The temptation was so great that the affirmative formed upon her pierced thick tongue, and she realized this she slammed her jaw shut hard enought to rattle her teeth together. "When the Master beckons, the dog comes home..I imagine you should get to trotting with your tail between your legs like a good little Bitch..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>12-07-2008, 15:42:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Halae chuckled softly, her eyes glittering and pleased.&nbsp; She'd seen the look, read how close Lauralana had come to saying yes.&nbsp; And that victory seemed to suit the creature well enough.&nbsp; "So you have a little fire left in you then," she said as she continued to rub and stroke against the elf, "I do need to get you home for Father.&nbsp; Not that your seers will be able to find you with all that iron drowning your spark of magic but we can't risk having our prize rescued or killed."<br><br>Disentangling herself from the elf, she stepped over to smile down at Tristan while stroking her belly, which seemed to have already gained the first hints of swelling.<br><br>"Don't worry pretty boy.&nbsp; She's not the only one who'll be useful to us.&nbsp; I'll be needing your sweet seed again soon enough, and I'm just dying to introduce you to some of my sisters..."<br><br>The human closed his eyes and groaned, looking away until the spawn had left them, locking the door behind her.&nbsp; Soon the jostle of movement started and with it the moaning from the thing that had been Anna resumed.&nbsp; <br><br>Tristan opened his eyes and looked tearfully up at Lauralana.&nbsp; "I'm so sorry..." he whispered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>12-07-2008, 16:02:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Quite literally nailed to the wall, Lauralana allows her green eyes to slip closed, actively focusing on the pain the rings sent forth through her body, anything to draw her attention from the roaming hands of the female spawn. Her body trembles, spasms a few times as she battles shock.<br><br>When the jostling resumes, her body swaying at first with the motion of the wagon, causing her hands to yank painfully at the spikes driven through them, the elf woman hisses but manages to bite back a cry.<br><br>Even after he apologized, she continued to keep her eyes closed tightly, breathing deeply trying to work up enough strength to speak without showing the amount of torment she was in. "I tried to spare you this Tristan...but it is I who should be sorry...my arrogance at ..at being so sure that I could take on the spawn...blinded me to the warnings..." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>12-07-2008, 19:01:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tristan lay at her feet, naked and bound.&nbsp; <br><br>"You could not have known.&nbsp; The Shadow fell as the Dragon did.&nbsp; Locked in mortal combat until they had destroyed each other.&nbsp; How could you have known the legends were wrong?&nbsp; That the Father of All Evil still existed?"<br><br>Looking up at her, he found his gaze slipping.&nbsp; Unable to avoid drifting to Lauralana's naked body, to the dark grey metal that stood out so starkly against her flesh.&nbsp; Unable to keep from taking note of how those rings forced her nipples to remain proudly peaked or at how her pearl peaked from between her folds swollen and firm.&nbsp; Even in her current state, she was beautiful like no human woman he had ever seen.&nbsp; He wet his lips as his hungry eyes roamed her and he began to wonder if her nectar and skin tasted as sweet as they smelled.<br><br>Suddenly he hissed and forced his eyes closed, slamming his head against the floor to jolt his mind away from such things.&nbsp; But it did nothing for the throbbing and aching erection between his legs. <br><br>"Damned spawn bitch," he snarled as he curled his legs up to try and hide the proof of his abhorrent thoughts.<br><br>From the corner came a strange gurgle, like some horrific parody of laughter.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>13-07-2008, 23:45:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lauralana does note his stare, does note the lengthened erection and she does try not to hold him in a negative light because of it. It was hard though, not to speak harsh words at him, to resist the urge to lash out because she could not cover herself, could not cover her shame.<br><br>She was doing all she could to hide particularly the smooth mound at the apex of her thighs, the minute amount of moisture built from the constant stimulation of the ring in her nub. She gulps back a sob, and though her cheeks flush, she drags her eyes away from him and lands upon the charred remains of Anna who was seemingly enjoying the two still mostly sane-beings.<br><br>"No. I could not have known it was the shadow....but I should have recognized the warnings that something was amiss..." Her words were almost distracted, her mind trying to catch the fleeting thoughts but the insistant burn from the rings making it hard to focus.<br><br>"I...I don't know what else we can do Tristan...I am afraid things ...look very bleak.." She edged the words slightly, not wanting to admit defeat, but not wantinghim to enter what would very likely be the last phase of his brief, short life without being prepared in some form.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>16-07-2008, 16:35:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tristan nodded, his eyes still closed to keep them from straying as he squirmed until he could roll over and lay with his back to her, removing both the temptation to gaze upon her and the sight of his shamefully aroused manhood.&nbsp; The elf's words chilled him.&nbsp; <br><br>"We can't give up..." he said as firmly as he could muster, "The knights..."&nbsp; What could a handful of human knights do against a god?&nbsp; What could his father's entire army hope to do?&nbsp; Even as his mind teetered on the verge of hopelessness, he stopped.&nbsp; "Garreth," he said with far more conviction than he really felt, "Garreth went through the portal.&nbsp; He'll raise a warning.&nbsp; Your people will come for you. You just have to hold out hope until they can reach us."&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>16-07-2008, 17:00:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lauralana's heart wrenched at his words, how easy it must be to be so innocent and naive. Yet there might be a sliver of a chance for him, his body would not house the evil that Anna's does, and his body will last far longer then any female's that she knew of..if he can keep his mind from shattering....<br><br>"Listen to me...and for once heed my words. Don't worry about me..I am..I am gone already. Gareth will not be able to spread word and bring my people to my rescue before...before.." She stops, shuddering and finding herself unable to speak of her rape, her violation and even impregnation.. "Not unless the Shadow's game delays that for some time..My heritage, my blood, allows me to withstand the indirect..effects of the spawn and their father..but..I don't know how well it will be able to withstand direct assualts...I will in all likelihood end up..like ..like Anna." She honestly does not know how a rape of her body would effect her by the Shadow, it has never happened before to an elf. She does not mention that the evil beast had spoken of modifying her body so that she could survive and continue bearing the half-elven monstrosities...<br><br>"You will be...taken repeatedly..over and over..if you can keep your mind from ..from breaking hten you will survive..use your strength to keep your mind intact Tristan..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>16-07-2008, 17:36:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"But..." He started to protest, to argue, but stopped and listened as she spoke of their impending fate.&nbsp; Halae's comments had not fully suck into his consciousness.&nbsp; Her use of him aboard the ship was barely more than a blur of hazy sensations and his outrage at the elven lady's abuse had filled his thoughts up until now.&nbsp; But at Lauralana's blunt words his mind finally accepted the truth of his own role in this, to be the plaything of monsters and be used to sire more of their kind.&nbsp; More of the very horrors that would ravage his land and his people if not stopped.<br><br>And the worst part was that while he could not remember any of his first encounter clearly, just the thought of it had returned his shaft to such hardness that it ached and throbbed.&nbsp; He squirmed, trying to find a position that eased his discomfort and weeping softly as he realized that laying before her as he was even with his back to her his readiness was visible to the elven woman.<br><br>"I... I will try..." he answered, "But I can't close my heart to your pain.&nbsp; I'm not that cold hearted.&nbsp; And I would rather die or lose my mind than learn to ignore the suffering of another.&nbsp; I swear to you, I will not leave without you.&nbsp; I will not give up on you Lauralana.&nbsp; I won't."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>16-07-2008, 17:44:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The sound of his weeping tore at Lauralana. Elves were seen as cold distant people, simply because they have had lifetimes to perfect the hiding of their emotions, but in actuality they feel things just as deeply as their human counterparts. They were also a very physical people, because of their inherent sense of propriety, the fact that they mate for life lust and temptations of the flesh was not a problem when it came to cuddling and comforting each other. Now, nailed to a wall, the evidence of the human male who she had became quite fond of in a very short period of time, his sorrow, despair and his own shame made her want to wrap her arms around him, to give him comfort. But tied as he was and nailed as she was, this was not even possible.<br><br>"NO!" She vehemently denied his words, "Do you realize what even one elven spawn could do? Up until now all the spawn had were the gifts of their father...but..my....my children will have the gifts of myself and ..the beast. One elven spawn is more powerful then twenty of the spawn we fought earlier...if you get the chance Tristan, and I am with child...you must kill me..and burn the body..above all else I must burn..even the death of one elven spawn in my belly will save thousands, hundreds of thousands..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>16-07-2008, 18:12:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tristan bit his lip and forced his eyes to the horror that was left of Anna.&nbsp; Even as raw as her melted flesh was, he could see her ruined hand moving over slowly to touch her belly.&nbsp; And while it might have been some trick, he was sure there was a definite swell there.&nbsp; He recalled the woman's words when he'd balked at the deaths of the lesser spawn's victims.&nbsp; Logic warred with emotion within him.&nbsp; Unless the rescue came before the Shadow had taken her, removing her body from wherever they were bound would be no rescue at all.&nbsp; It hurt like a jagged shard of glass digging into his gut but he could not dispute her words.<br><br>"I... I promise..." he said softly, "Somehow... I will find a way... I will set you free of this nightmare..."<br><br>He felt sick as he spoke.&nbsp; How could he offer up such a promise?&nbsp; He was too weak to even look at her without shaming himself.&nbsp; Laying tied and helpless and ready... He felt like some farmer's prized bull.&nbsp; And his heart refused to stop trying to find some hope for her.<br>&nbsp; <br>"But are you sure there is no way?&nbsp; Sure that as strong as they are your people could not find some way to heal you?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>16-07-2008, 18:30:14</strong>
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				"I am not sure of anything any more Tristan..my mind...it's not focusing well right now.." She does not speak of the nagging burning in every point of entrance that the rings bored through her flesh, she does not speak of the burning of her lip whenever the bar piercing her tongue brushes it when she speaks. "I don't know how my mind will be effected being raped by...by it. I don't know how my mind will be effected having pure evil growing in my body...but I do know that if we can kill one elven spawn then my death will be worth it..no matter if my people could heal my mind." <br><br>She smiles almost sadly, strangely with what she knew she and Tristan was facing her death did not bother her, she longed for it simply because she knew that would be the easy way. "Besides, my people would not bother wasting energy to heal the female who so put the world in jeoparady." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 14:58:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"But... you're one of them.&nbsp; Surely they wouldn't turn away from you like that..."&nbsp; But even as the words left his mouth he knew it was true.&nbsp; Lauralana's voice had no doubt and he had heard how unforgiving the fair folk were of failure or weakness within one of their own.&nbsp; She was dead to them, worse than dead.&nbsp; Tristan couldn't begin to imagine how terrible that knowledge must be to her.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>"You're not alone," he said softly, unable to offer anything more to the elven woman, "As long as I draw breath, you will not suffer alone."<br><br>Then he fell quiet, the ache in his heart threatening to drown him.&nbsp; <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 15:14:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lauralana manages a weak smile, one that was a thin veneer and transparent even as she turns her face to look over toward the charred and twisted remains of the still-living Anna. That lump of flesh moaning and giggling sometimes maniacally seemed to physically herald her complete failure. <br><br>"Alone is a relative term my dear Tristan." She murmurs, the gallantry of the human making her own heart ache. Had he been elven he would not be here, for logic and reason would have won over the instincts to protect another. If an elf could possibly hope to rescue someone they would, but they would never have attempted an impossible rescue and put themselves at risk for the very slim chance of rescue. It both saddened her and gave her just a bit of hope for the world gone dark that there were people out there such as Tristan and Anna.<br><br>"Try to get some rest. I can not sense...feel their evil any longer. I suspect it has something to do with my magic being stolen.." Even as she speaks, the rings seem to flare slightly then return to the dull ache, causing her to hiss slightly. "So I will have no warning when ...he...gets near..best be as rested as we can."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 15:44:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tristan nodded.&nbsp; He'd run out of things to say, and he was tired.&nbsp; The bleakness of their fate was pressing down on him.&nbsp; The wagon's swaying and creaking rocked them and Anna's wordless cries haunted their ears for the hours that followed.<br><br>Sleep came and went, swapping the horror of his reality for nightmares.&nbsp; Glimpses of his coupling with Halae and the sight of the Shadow himself danced behind his eyes until he woke sweating and even more painfully swollen between his thighs.&nbsp; Eventually, he groaned and rubbed his legs together to try to relieve his need, but with his hands bound behind him he could do nothing.&nbsp; It was not until his thrashing rolled him onto his back and he gazed up at Lauralana that he stopped.&nbsp; His eyes were wide and his breathing short, and he gazed at her not with the unavoidable attraction of before, but with a primal lust.&nbsp; His hips bucked and he gasped in wordless need.&nbsp; From Anna, an answering cry went up and she began to writhe as much as her ruined body was able.&nbsp; <br><br>The wagon creaked to a halt as both humans remained in the firm grip of that strange ecstasy.&nbsp; Then the door swung open and the Shadow looked in at the hanging form of his prize and curled his lips back in a smile as a pair of orks moved past him to enter the wagon.&nbsp; "You look quite lovely like that my bride." <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 15:56:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lauralana was unable to sleep, the insistant smoldering of the rings kept the rest from her, seeming to flare occasionally only to die back down once more. The one in her sex was the most irritating and shaming as the flares not only caused pain, but stroked a different brand of fire as her most sensitive nub was repeatedly stimulated in this fashion.<br><br>She tried to ignore Anna, tried to not focus on Tristan's discomfort, so it was a few seconds before she realized there was something different to their movements. Straightening from the wearied sag against the&nbsp; spikes keeping her to the wall, after the burns of the rings these metals hurt but seemed negligible even as Tristan turns to her. The look in his eyes stole her breath and she then noted Anna's agitated gyrations and the flares of the rings embedded in her flesh turned up a notch, but did not die out. <br><br>It was all she could do to bite back the whimper, and she was glad she managed to when teh door opened, allowing light to spill inward. Green eyes flashed, and even if her lips were pulled back in a grimace, she lifted her chin and willed the flame of a blush to die down. Silver hair, clumped and matted by the sand and blood from the battle, hangs around her shoulders, dried blood of her own adorns her torso and belly from the nipples that now look pebbled but normal, but had been so savagely ripped in their attempt to escape. <br><br>"I think you would look far better like this...Beast." She returns, her eyes sliding away from the evilly dark beauty of the Shadow, landing on Anna. "Kill her...she need not be tormented by life to bear your damned get...she is as good as dead already.." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 16:53:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The Shadow ducked his head and entered the wagon.&nbsp; He waited for the orks to lift Tristan's groaning and squirming form and then moved to stand before the elf.&nbsp; He reached out to toy with one of her ringed nipples.&nbsp; "A request..." he chuckled, "But you can offer me nothing in exchange that I cannot simply take from you.&nbsp; And how are you ever to make ready for our bonding without a handmaiden?"<br><br>Turning but not removing his finger from where it teased the dark ring, he lifted his other hand and began to speak softly in a language older than even Lauralana's.&nbsp; And even with the cruel rings, she felt the power of his divine magic flare up.<br><br>From the corner, Anna's cries grew louder.&nbsp; And slowly less and less incoherent as her body flushed and healed itself, unblemished skin spreading to cover her as her body twisted itself back into the proper shape of a young human woman, though as it did the unmistakable swell of her belly and breasts was now plainly visible.&nbsp; <br><br>Turning back to Lauralana, he let his fingers trail down to tease the ring in her pearl, dripping his finger to her moisture and rubbing it into her pierced nub.&nbsp; His chaotic eyes swirled with amusement as he offered up the silent proof of her body's reaction.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 17:03:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The elf woman bites back a retort, literally as her lower lip is sucked between her teeth, as his fingers lift to toy with hateful ring. Her body bucks just a fraction as the burn builds with his touch, her fingers closing around the flattened heads of the spikes keeping her from struggling against him and her head turns away from him, her eyes closing.<br><br>"The only thing you can not take from me, and I will not exchange for anything other then my death is my free surrender." She speaks through clenched teeth, muffled slightly by the harsh grimace against the flaring pain in each of the five rings as he draws his magic.<br><br>While she would have spared the world of another dozen or so spawn that will survive in the single host of that which was Anna, she was marginally grateful that atleast she would no longer be inthe physical agony. <br><br>Yet this was dashed again as his finger begins to toy with the ring so causing her the most humiliation, her back arching as as the strange blend of pain/pleasure rocks through her and a hiss that she could not control. Slowly, as if she was fighting heavy weights, she lifts her left leg, and with a grunt she lashes out at him with it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>28-07-2008, 20:04:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The Shadow grunted at her kick, and during her leg's brief contact with his shaft a few droplets of his seed spilled upon her skin, leaving a burning trail along her flesh as they slowly trailed down.<br><br>He took a step back, letting go of her and reaching down to rub himself.&nbsp; "I would promise you suffering for that," he growled, "But I already intend to ravage your mind, soul, and flesh completely.&nbsp; Enjoy this moment if you wish."<br><br>Then a pair of large and brutish spawn entered, not as impressive as Gore, but thickly muscled and strong.&nbsp; They moved to Lauralana and reached to her hands.&nbsp; With a rough tugs and twisting, they worked the spikes free of the wall and then from her hands.&nbsp; Holding her arms, they lifted her and made ready to carry her from the wagon.<br><br>The Shadow leaned down and took one of Anna's hands, pulling her to her feet and reaching to smooth her hair.&nbsp; "See to your Mistress," he said softly, "Wash her and dress her for the bonding." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>30-07-2008, 15:07:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lauralana hisses lightly at the feel of his horrifying essence on her leg, unconciously shaking the appendage, shuddering. She does not reply to his remarks, breathing heavily but trying to control the cold pit of fear and dread that was building in her belly. No one in the minion's clutches had survived, either died from their hands her own, so it was not quite known what to expect fully but she ahd her ideas.<br><br>When the spawn grabbed her wrists and hands, she at first was able to bite back a cry, but when the spikes were pulled free finally from the wood, her flesh tearing slightly more so from the tugging, a cry did bubble forth. Fresh blood runs down her arms as she sags in their grip, no longer having the strength to stand thanks to the stresses put on her body, as well as those damned rings that just would not quit sapping her energies.<br><br>Anna rises with the Shadow's gentle tug, her eyes wide and adoration within their depths even as she tries to press herself to him. She frowns only slightly when it became apparent he did not wish what she apparently wanted but she brightens quickly. She does not speak, still holding the slightly dazed look in her eye when she turns towards the Elf woman, waiting for the spawn to carry her past so that she could fall in step behind.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>30-07-2008, 15:43:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The brutish spawn carried their burden easily, followed by the quiet and dazed Anna.&nbsp; As they exited the wagon, Lauralana could see they were in a large cavern.&nbsp; Moonlight spilled in from the entrance, which was choked with creepers and vines full of bright flowers.&nbsp; But to elven eyes, those vibrant greens and colors where not enough to hide the unwholesome taint that seeped into them, nor the bones and decaying bodies clutched among their roots.&nbsp; And while the night air was still, they swayed ever so slightly, waiting and hungry.&nbsp; <br><br>It was not toward the beautiful curtain of death but away from it she was carried.&nbsp; Deeper into the tunnels, all of them lit by a pale luminescent fungus that clung to the wet stone walls and ceiling.&nbsp; They passed the bustle of spawn and orks and humans, glimpsing forges where weapons and armors were being hammered out and barracks and other signs of preparing an army.&nbsp; They also passed chambers filled with females, glassy-eyed like Anna, laying amidst straw naked and complacent as their swollen flesh writhed from the spawn filling them.&nbsp; And then they passed through a curtain of fine silk and into a round cave with a clear pool in it's center.<br><br>The water steamed, heated by some natural spring and making the air warm and damp.&nbsp; The spawn carried Lauralana to the edge of the pool and lowered her into the heated water before withdrawing back to flank the lone doorway they'd brought her through.&nbsp; A table sat at the water's edge and upon it were piled a collection of oils and soaps and cloths, luxuries of raiding deposited haphazardly.<br><br>And well away from the water stood a rank with a gown of pure white, long and elegant and set with diamonds and pearls.&nbsp; It was finer even than the one her own queen had worn when she had taken her lifemate.&nbsp; A bent and hunched crone of a spawn stood beside it, grinning with a mouth full of crooked yellow fangs.&nbsp; "At last..." she hissed, "Make her clean girl... make her ready... the master's bride must be perfect..."&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>12-08-2008, 15:53:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lauralana hung in their arms limply as she was carried into the large Cavern. Her eyes seemed to droop tiredly, but in actuality she was purposefully lowering her lids so that she could dart her vision everywhere, orientating herself wtih the layout even as she was dragged through. <br><br>Her eyes take in the preparations, and her heart thudded within her chest at the implications. Good Gods, but the elves and humans were completely blind, dwarves and even the yrch had no clue what was being prepared. A silent prayer is sent up for her friend the dwarf, praying that the Lord of Light would speed his steps and line his tongue with silver so that the freed nations could believe and ready themselves. <br><br>So ingrossed with this train of thougth, it was a surprised yelp when she was lowered into a warm pool of water, as soon as the 'helpful' guards released her to step back she scrambled to the opposite side, splashing water in her wake.<br><br>Anna follows them into the small duct, her hands stroking her belly, her lips crooning a non-sensical song. She does not reply to the old spawn, instead she slips to the vials of lotions and oils, soaps and shampoos to select several bottles before she simply steps into the warm waters along with Lauaralana. She does not acknowledge the elven woman, does not even seem to look at her rather then through her.<br><br>The elf brougth her arms up, the blood from her pierced palms streaking down her arms, and Anna simply grasped these wounded hands, one thumb pressing into the ragged hole causing the elf woman to cry out, and subduing her in this fashion. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>26-08-2008, 23:58:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The crone cackled again, and with a word of the dark tongue each one of the rings violating Lauralana's flesh flared anew as if they had just pierced her body.&nbsp; And as Anna worked, she continued to whisper her dark litany, draining the strength from Lauralana's body and allowing them to manipulate her <br><br>The warm water washed away blood and sweat and dirt.&nbsp; And as it did so, it revitalized and warmed Lauralana's skin, sinking down to the weary muscles and bones within as she was unhurriedly washed and shampooed.&nbsp; The result was a body weak but relaxed, pliant to the spawn and the infected human girl and trapping the elf's mind as they worked.&nbsp; Anna was through and not ungentle in her washing, but the strangely blank gaze in those eyes remained as did her strange crooning.<br><br>Towels of soft luxurious linen dried the elf's body and hair, and then her skin was oiled with the same slow and through touches.&nbsp; Only then does the other spawn lay her withered hands upon Lauralana, running them along her and smiling as she brings forth a white lacy corset to cinch the elf's already slender waist and cup and lift her breasts without concealing them.&nbsp; Attached to are stockings of white lace to cover her legs, leaving only the tops of her thighs and her sex bare.&nbsp; Then the gown, layered and wrapped and draped about her before slippers of what appear to be solid ivory are placed upon her feet.<br><br>A crown of leaves is brought forth, and to the elf's shock she can see these are indeed the leaves of a hearthtree, something that she had never thought to see beyond the secluded groves of her homeland.&nbsp; The long slender golden colored leaves form a wreath that they set into her hair as they brush it out with scented combs.<br><br>The pair lead her then, body weak and unresponsive like some horrific nightmare out and through more of the caves to a large grotto.&nbsp; It the center was the hearthtree, it's pure white bark dim and peeling as it twisted and hunched from the unclean powers of this place.&nbsp; The golden leaves were brittle-looking and discolored and the apple-like fruit was scarce and sickly looking.&nbsp; But for all of it's tainted nature, it was a hearthtree and a bonding spoken before it and sealed with it's fruit would hold true.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>27-08-2008, 19:17:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lauralana screams, or atleast she thinks she does though no sounds emerge from her lips, as the burning and gnawing sensation in each of her myriad of piercings flared anew. She could feel the strength seep from her muscles as surely as she could feel her lifesblood seeping from her palms when the first female spawn had nailed her so cruelly to the side of the wagon.<br><br>As she is groomed she tries to move any part of her body in resistance, to no avail. She could not even get her hands to move more then a idle flicker of her fingers. Occasionally her face flushed from exertion but still nothing would respond to her mental commands. Horrifically as the bath continued, the elf woman recognized that even the will to fight was slowly draining, that the feeling of hopelessness was raising within her.<br><br>A few tears fell down her cheeks as she is led, outwardly docilely though inwardly raving and raging against the invisible bindings, and the sight of the mangled hearthtree. Again she tries to protest, sending silent prayers to her gods that seem to have turned a deaf ear to her cries as she is led forth once more.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>17-10-2008, 19:38:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The Shadow's army was gathered already as they entered.&nbsp; The places of honor were held by the various spawn, from the almost human ones such as Halae to some every bit as monstrous as Gore had been.&nbsp; Gathered about each of the spawn were slaves, naked and watching with either horror and despair or mind-broken acceptance like Ana.&nbsp; And there were also the various bestial races, many more of them than the spawn, giving the Shadow even more numbers.&nbsp; Some were large and twisted, clearly minor spawnlings themselves, but most had no excuse save the darkness of their hearts for their allegiance.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>As they carried her forward toward the sickly hearthtree, Halae came into view, dressed in a gown of deep red and holding a leash attached to the heavy collar that was all Tristan wore as he knelt at her side.&nbsp; His hands were bound and chained to the collar as well, but his eyes were smoldering with hate for the spawn who stood resting one booted foot upon his calf to keep him kneeling.&nbsp; <br><br>Standing beneath the tree was the Shadow, naked as always and nearly glowing in his unholy glory.&nbsp; His scales glistened like pearls, and the gold of his hooves and horns and claws gleamed.&nbsp; His fur was vibrant, flowing down his back in a cascade that was perfect in it's chaos.&nbsp; And as he watched Lauralana, that mighty shaft between his legs stirred and rose to its own fullness, sending murmurs throughout the assembled host as the powerful musk of his arousal filled the air and stirred those gathered.&nbsp; He reached over to run his hand along the hearthtree, reaching up to take one of the stunted silver-skinned fruits and pluck it from the branch, holding it out towards his captive as she was carried up to join him beneath those wilted branches.<br><br>Lauralana could feel the power flowing from the hearthtree.&nbsp; With each step closer to it, more of its power trickled into her.&nbsp; It was weak and fouled, like sunlight filtered through a dingy window, but it flowed into her and began to slowly wash away the unnatural lethargy that the aged spawn's incantation had managed to invoke.&nbsp; The rings flared as they leeched at this new source of energy, but even those points of fire could not sap the strength faster than it entered her body.&nbsp; By the time she was brought before the assembled host, the elven woman's body was once more her own.&nbsp; <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 15:08:02</strong>
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				Ever onward does she draw nearer to the being that had fathered the race she had spent her entire life to eradicate. The being everyone assumed to be dead. The malicious would-be subjugator of all Nayearth. With every step she took, more and more of herself was returned. Instead of a docile simpleton, soon she had a look of glowering hatred, of intense sorrow, and of raw determination, though her steps still took her unerringly forward.<br><br>By the time she had reached his side, her lips were literally curled in a rictus grin as she fought the burning pain in her tongue, nose, breasts, and sex, each ring flaring simultaneously, almost driving her to her knees. Her natural physical defenses saved her from the full brunt of his musk that seemed to effect everyone around, but without her magic, even she felt an urge to just give up the fight. TO give up and submit to the wonders that was him. <br><br>Instead she quickly raised her hand, to attempt at slapping the offending sacreligious fruit from his hand. "You will take my body. But not my spirit." Was all she managed to squeak out through clenched teeth. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 20:15:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He closed his fingers about the fruit, gripping it tightly enough to keep her from knocking it out of his hand.&nbsp; His other hand came up to stroke her cheek.&nbsp; "You shall be my bride Lauralana," he said softly, "Two hearts shall beat as one.&nbsp; Two souls shall be joined forever."&nbsp; The vow of an elven mating, a promise at once so simple and yet so powerful.<br><br>He lifted the fruit and took a bite from it, then offered it to her one more.<br><br>"The bonding does not require you to take this fruit willingly," he warned her quietly as he swallowed his own bite, "And you will be mated to me here and now.&nbsp; Take this willingly and I can make your existence here quite comfortable.&nbsp; Be my willing bride and I will show you pleasure undreamed of and let you reign at my side as a goddess."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 21:01:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lauralana found herself unable to pull away from his fingers, not by magics as before, but simply by the power of his sheer charisma and will. Shuddering as his fingers contact her flesh, thankfully the rings also managed to dull the nausea of having such an unclean being, not to mention the multitude of unclean beings surrounding her in attendance, caused one of the elven race.<br><br>Her jaw worked, a tic in her temple as she watched him complete his part of the ceremony, his words sending a vision so potent to her mind that it was almost as real as a memory. Her sitting by his side, slightly lower but powerful. A tiara of brilliance on her brow, spawn taking care of her every whim. Knowing the fate that is surely to come to her should she choose to fight, it was so tempting to give in. So tempting to snatch his promises, to throw away her heritage, to throw away all that her race has workd for.<br><br>Instead she focused on Tristan, though her eyes do not turn toward him. Focused on the fact that her people could easily be enslaved should she give him his children unchecked. Working up what little spit that was left in her terror ridden body, Lauralana could not work up the courage to spit up into his face, but instead she spit at his feet. <br><br>"You make a mockery of the mating bond. Fool yourself into thinking you will be bound to me and I to you, but my soul will always be my own."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 21:10:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Those inhuman eyes swirled faster, flickering in anger that any could and would defy him so openly.&nbsp; "So be it," he growled slightly, "If you will not rule at my side in finery and glory, then you shall serve at my feet in chains and misery.&nbsp; Your body will give me the children I seek either way."<br><br>His fingers drifted down to her chin, cupping it firmly and lifting her face up as he began to squueze her jaw to force her mouth to open.&nbsp; He took another bite of the fruit, but rather than swallow it, he slowly leaned closer.&nbsp; It was not unknown for a pair of lovers to trade the bonding fruit in a kiss, though it was a display of affection more open than most elves cared to express.&nbsp; But it was clear that that was his intention as he increased his grip painfully on her jaw until he brought his searing lips to her own.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 21:20:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His eyes kept her tranfixed by the swirl of his, and when his fingers found her jaw a gasp is loosed. Her hands raise to the wrists of his hand, trying to pry his fingers from her, her body twisting in an effort to dislodge him.<br><br>Her face flamed as her attempts fail, for all of the hosts of evil beings to witness her fall. A mewl of anger, outrage, fear, and horror is given as his lips burned against hers. Her tongue raises, trying to block the entrance to her mouth, fighting against the pressing of the sickly soured fruit. Her legs kick out, trying to connect to his shins at least, at best a bit more sensitive bits as she squirms and fights the onslaught.<br><br>Yet in the end it mattered not, the juice of the tainted fruit running into her mouth, some escaping the corners of their joined lips, the squashed bite passing into her mouth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 21:38:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The scales of his shin were hard against her leg, like kicking marble or steel and there was no acknowledgment of her effort.&nbsp; As her knee managed to find a higher target, he grunted into her mouth and the tension in his hand increased on her jaw but he did not release his hold or his efforts.<br><br>His tongue was hot within her mouth until it withdrew and left the bite with her.&nbsp; The Shadow then shifted his grip to force her mouth closed and hold her teeth together to force her to keep the fruit within.&nbsp; The juice burned her throat, mixed as it is with his saliva.&nbsp; And the inescapable feeling of his presence began to flow into her along with it.&nbsp; Not just the power and desire he radiated, but the touch of his feelings and thoughts as well.&nbsp; Growing as she swallowed more of the fruit's juices against her will, Lauralana could feel his elation at claiming her, his hunger to consume and twist and claim all the world, his insatiable lust, and even a strange mix of anger and regret at her refusal to take her place as his willing consort.<br><br>"Mine," he hissed triumphantly as his eyes flared brightly and he held her jaw shut and her head up, "You are mine Lauralana, no matter how much you might wish to deny it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 21:50:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A wretched whine, possibly meant to be a cry but muffled by the forced shutting of her mouth, emits from her throat. Her legs settled, her body not relaxing but trembling before him as she stands with her neck bowed upwards as he kept his force on her jaw.<br><br>The fruit was fast dissolving, the heat of her own mouth combined with the unnatural heat of his saliva scalded her tongue and throat, the soured vile taste filling her mouth, echoing the vile emotions filling her mind. Unused to the darker emotions, they overwhelmed her mind. His lust was her lust, his elation was hers as well. <br><br>But it worked the opposite as well, her own fear, and horror bleeding towards him. Her revulsion and hatred, her anger all boiling over. Her eyes flash and a soft growl is given at his words, a rictus grin emerged as her clenched, due to his hand continuing to keep her mouth shut firmly. The power of the bond was making her rings flare, and her hand sfinally quit fighting uselessly at his arm, but drop, one to press the rings piercing her nipples tightly, the other moving to cover her sex. Shame blooms as well as she realizes that as the ring burned against her clit, combining wtih his lusts, her own virginal passages had started wetting themselves.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 22:10:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His eyes met her own, and his fingers twitched as he let out a gasp.&nbsp; For a moment, she could see clearly in his eyes that he was not expecting her own soul to effect him so strongly.&nbsp; And for that same moment she could feel his uncertainty before the rush of darkness drowned and dampened her emotions.&nbsp; And when her hands found those rings, a low needful hiss spilled from his lips as he shared with her the weird alchemy of those jolting flares mixing in with the ravenous lust that came from the core of his soul.<br><br>He let go of her jaw, trailing his fingers down to her neck and slowly curling them about that graceful length possessively before pulling her closer and then dipping his head to press his lips to hers once more.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 22:32:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Twitching lightly as the confusion as torrents of emotions roiled within her, her own emotions and his now mingling. She was still young, in terms of the elf, and had learned to reign in her own feelings, but his battered at her defenses, causing her body to tense and tighten, her face to crumple away its mask of emotionless thoughts, leaving her emotionally bared for all to see.<br><br>If this was not bad enough, but his own lusts ignited within her, and lust not of her making filled her as well, causing a embarrassing moan to bubble forth from her lips. Even as his decended, she flattened her hands against his chest, still trying to press him away, but he might notice that there was no more violent flingings of legs, no more attempts at causing him harm. For even though she knew she could not even really hurt him, she could not bring herself to try. He was her mate.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 22:54:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Shadow held her firmly, not not painfully.&nbsp; She was his prize, and much too precious to damage needlessly.&nbsp; That the bond had taken its own hold on him did not enter into his thoughts, as it was already becoming instinct as ingrained and natural as breathing itself.<br><br>He drew her closer, firmly pulling her closer despite her pushing him back.&nbsp; From the hall came murmurs and other noises.&nbsp; He could feel her need filling her, and it woke his own dark hunger all the more.&nbsp; And with that came an increase in the musk that wafted from him and set many of those present to squirming and casting needful looks at each other.<br><br>"My mate," he said softly.&nbsp; Then he looked up to call loudly.&nbsp; "The elf Lauralana is my mate, so long as we shall live our souls shall be as one!"<br><br>A cheer went up from the restless assembly as some of the less disciplined of them started to pant and let their hands wander in reaction to the Shadow's powerful aura.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 23:14:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As the kiss continued, her arms trapped between his body and her own, Lauralana fought the desires that welled within her, fought the urge to press herself wantonly against him. A sobbed noise cuts itself off as the elf in Lauralana recognized and acknowledged the bond, a sense of hopeless helplessness filled her.<br><br>It is a quiet subdued almost woman that stood stiffly in his arms as he called out her doom, tears slipping over her lids and down her cheeks, streaking the careful make-up that had been applied. A flush fills her flawless features, and her head bows, attempting to hide her face from the witnesses. The cheer was more a death knell for her, and though she reviled him with every fiber of her being, his own magics dampened the rings burn for now. <br><br>"Your mate.....but your prisoner as well." She muttered, the urge to finish her part, even unwillingly, causing her to speak, her sense of right and wrong having not been molested causing her to add the last.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 00:53:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He let her bury her face against his chest to hide it from the assembly.&nbsp; The feel of his chest beneath her hands and face was inhuman but not unpleasant.&nbsp; The texture of his brilliant scales hard but smooth, and it was warm to her touch as well as scented with his musky scent.<br><br>His hands moved, one to rest against her back between her shoulderblades and hold her close while the other stroked her hair lightly.<br><br>"Yes," he said quietly, "You are my mate and my prisoner both.&nbsp; And soon I shall remake you to survive my use and my needs for you."&nbsp; Vague and disturbing images flickered across the bond as he spoke, the closeness of touch giving her glimpses of his thoughts, of what he intended to make her... of a dark chamber where the bloated forms of females he'd impregnated lay helplessly moaning while slaves tended to them.&nbsp; And of a raised place in the center of that chamber where a large circular bed had been set.&nbsp; A bed she she knew from his thoughts was for her, and would be where she would live out the rest of her immortal life.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 05:43:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gasping as the vision floods her mind, struggling against the inevitable fate, trying to block it from her mind but the bond was so new it battered her, and she had no experiance in dealing with. Crying out, she begins to strike out at his chest, still not with any force as for now the bond was in complete control and she could not force herself to hurt him, but she did struggle, wiggling and pushing trying to break his hold on her.<br><br>She knew that escape was impossible, and that was not really what she was attempting, instead she just was trying to put distance between them, to re-establish her identity. The fate of those poor women was to be rained upon her repeatedly, if what he promised to change her worked, and that idea of being kept as some incubation unit was far worse then simply being a one time incubation tank and dying horribly after.<br><br>Speaking, rapidly, almost hysterically for an elf, though for a human it might seem to be just a slightly rapid rate of speech. "You have forced a bond between us..what you do to me...you will experiance as well..." Though in all actuality, there is no way she could tell what the bonding would do to him. No elf had ever been bonded to The Shadow before. Before now, Elves were the most powerful...elves were not forcibly bonded. Until now. But she saw how she had affected him..she could only pray that it went deeper.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 06:09:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Shadow endured her futile struggles with a look of bemusement.&nbsp; To feel her fear and her horror and the rush of other emotions so clearly was foreign to him, and the realization that his thoughts were privy to her was unsettling.&nbsp; Even moreso as he realized that she could feel that he was no more certain of what this forbidden and never intended bonding would mean than she was.<br><br>He took a breath and forced his voice to be even and composed.&nbsp; "Yes," he answered simply, "I shall be privy to every sensation.&nbsp; I am rather looking forward to it my pet..."&nbsp; And he ran his hand down from her hair then, tracing his fingers along the delicate curve of her neck and then to cup the swell of one breast through her soft gown, squeezing it lightly and seeking the ringed nipple with his thumb.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 06:24:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It gave her some small bit of satisfaction, to feel the uncertainty flowing from him. Yet, was it really her satisfaction she was experiancing? Was it just her uncertainty and his satisfaction? The embroiling of feelings mingled and swirled within her was so alien she could hardly tell where she stopped and he began.<br><br>Soon her struggles weakened, giving into the knowledge that he was physically far superior to herself, especially given that her arms refused to put much force behind her punches. Instead she stood there, ignoring the groping and sometimes quite vocal moans of those succumbing to his presence. <br><br>Shuddering she endured his touch, using the reserves of energy to not arch her back as he caressed her breasts, touched her in a way no male had before. Touched her in a way that should have been done by her true mate. The warmth that spread, urged on by both the bond and by his unnatural urges drove a short whimper from her throat, but she did find a use of the bond. She could feel his own power, feel his own confidence and just as his lust fed hers, so does his strength. So, though he surely can feel the soft curls of answering desire in her body, she managed to say in an almost icy tone, though her body still trembled violantly. "Then rape me and get it over with. Feel the tearing of my body. Feel the revulsion I have for you. Feel being violated...and enjoy."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>24-10-2008, 07:57:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As he touched her, something stirred that had never moved within the Shadow's heart before.&nbsp; He was a god of lust and fertility, twisted and unwholesome as it might be.&nbsp; But always, no matter how skilled or beautiful or alluring a woman might be, no matter how powerfully a female's fertile body might call to him, never had he felt himself less than completely in control of his desires.<br><br>Lust was at his core, it was his very nature to be lustful... but never to be swayed and clouded by it himself.&nbsp; He growled, unsure if it was the inevitable effect of the bond and his power on her reflected back upon him, or if it was the bond's hold over him directly but he wanted this woman in a way he had never truly experienced.&nbsp; He <em>needed</em> to have her, not soon, not later... here and now.<br><br>It both exhilarated and terrified him to ride the wave of raw emotion he'd watched so often consume others.&nbsp; His fingers clutched at her gown, gathering the priceless fabric and then with a hiss he pulled sharply, tearing it to bear her breasts to his hungry gaze.&nbsp; The clatter of pearls scattering was drowned out by ragged cheers and shouts of encouragement from those who were still trying to resist the sweeping aura flowing out from their lord.&nbsp; But these were soon lost in more cries, and the sounds of open and wild mating that the fresh surge of need the Shadow radiated as he feasted his eyes upon his mate's naked breasts.&nbsp; With an animal growl, he lunged forward to take one of those orbs into his mouth and tease the nipple with his tongue while his hand found and kneaded the other. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>24-10-2008, 14:16:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The wave of lust that carried through the bond stole her breath, the amount of his desire for her body frightened the elven woman to her very core, sweeping her with ice that caused her muscles to sieze. Her own answering wave of need caused her cheeks to flame with embarrassment as she realized that the tops of her inner thighs was already dampened by her own sex. <br><br>Already the insistance of her body caused her to squirm, to press her thighs together for the unnatural desires of the flesh course through her. Her mind shunning the intense pleasure that came from such pressure, her fingers curling into fists as he holds her tighter, then grips her gown. Green eyes glittered with shock as his intentions became clear, and the sundering of her clothing filled her ears moments before cool air against her flesh caused a sharp gasp.<br><br>Dully, in her mind, she realized that this was how she was to lose her virginity, how she was going to be taken in front of rutting witnesses, the cheers underlying her thoughts. Yet as he leaped to her, her hands both at once pushed against him, yet pulled him closer. Her silvery hair swinging gently as her mind loses the battle and her back arches, pressing her beringed breasts closer to him, even as a sharp keening sob lifted from her lips. Rage, terror, shame filled her, mixing with the growing tides of lust that swamped her. His own lusts boiled within her, his touch causing the rings to flair, the burning in her nipples and the other points of pierce causing the keening sob to turn to a cry...one that was not completely of pain, but of pleasure as well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>01-11-2008, 02:45:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His golden teeth gripped the flesh of her breasts as his tongue swirled and danced over it with a flexibility and skill no mortal could ever match.&nbsp; His hand gripped her breast firmly and needfully, one finger teasing the ring and nipple as he kneaded the flesh.&nbsp; His other hand dragged slowly down her body, his golden claws leaving faint trails across her flesh until he gripped the edge of her dress and tore the skirt from her as well, pulling and tearing at it until it joined the pile of ruin at her feet.<br><br>And once he'd bared it, his hand cupped her sex.&nbsp; His scaled palm was hot against her, smoother than skin oddly textured against her own softness.&nbsp; He teased her cleft with his thumb, eager and hungry now.&nbsp; And she could feel the length of his cock against her hip and belly, a thin line of searing heat where the tip oozed a few droplets of precum that spread across her skin.&nbsp; And at the same time, those droplets increased the power of his musk in the air, sending fresh screams of pain and pleasure up as the entire assembly fell upon each other in a frenzy born of their lord's lust for his mate.<br><br>&nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sherona</strong> on <strong>01-11-2008, 15:45:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was almost as if Lauralana had two minds instead of just one, though in reality she had just seperated herself from what was happening to her something that many trauma victims do. Both sides probably bled through the bond equally well, though it left Lauralana's body almost thoughtless as she responds to his touch.<br><br>Part of her reviled him, hated him for what he was doing to her, felt every painful sear of the rings, felt the rake of his nails, and the acidic touch of his moisture beginning to bead from the tip of his cock. This part railed against him, feared the moment of penetration, caused the smothered wails that her lips were compressed so tightly against.<br><br>The other part, the part that the bond grew and flourished was filled with need of him. Her sex felt void and the need to fill it was clouding her mind. As his hands raked downward, tearing her skirts, though her flesh flushed with embarrassment, her body just presses itself closer, seeking his touch. Her hands continue their contradictory movements, pushing against his shoulders, trying to break his grip on her breasts, but also at times holding his head closer to her, raking her own nails across his back as his hand caused her to arch and her thighs to spread.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX][Nayearth] - Preludes </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>05-11-2008, 04:27:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The hair upon his head and back was silken soft, just as the scales on the rest of him were smooth like pearls as her hands moved across him trying to either coax or repel his advances.&nbsp; With a growl of need, he opened his muzzle to release the breast he'd held and lifted his mouth to her neck.&nbsp; Still cupping and fondling her sex with one hand, the other lifted to take hold of her hair and pull her head back.&nbsp; Then he closed his golden teeth on her throat, gripping her neck firmly as his tongue traced the thundering pulse there.<br><br>Without releasing his jaw from on her throat, his hand left her hair and raked down her back leaving a set of thin cuts in their wake.&nbsp; Taking hold of her hips, he arched his back and lifted her from her feet.&nbsp; Then he stepped forward, and soon the fresh scratches on her back were pressed to the back of the hearthtree, her blood staining it as he pushed her against it and began to position himself to invade her for the first time.
			</dd>
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