The Demon of the Tower (MagicalPen + Rhapsody + Requiem)
<h1 id="title">Elliquiy Role Playing Forums</h1>
		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Exotic Solos =&gt; Topic started by: MagicalPen on 17-07-2008, 17:55:51</h2>
		<dl id="posts">
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>The Demon of the Tower (MagicalPen + Rhapsody + Requiem)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>17-07-2008, 17:55:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				In the Village of Northelm, there has long been a legend that has claimed many a life. It speaks of a beautiful damsel, locked away in a Tower in the middle of the Forest. It is said that Demons guard her, or Ogres, or Trolls. The tale has been spun so many times no one is sure what the truth is, or even if the Tower exists. But many have ventured in search for this Tower, and none have come back. The locals say the woods are haunted, that the trees come alive and eat people. Others are more reasonable, stating that it is well known that the forest has harbored bandits and other cutthroats for many years - further proof that the tower does not exist as they would have clearly freed the Damsel. But whose story do you believe?<br><br>Northelm is a quaint village, a stop on the road to larger towns, centered around two Inns: The Dancing Pixie and The Damsel. Both are often filled in the evening, mostly by travelers. The Locals prefer The Dancing Pixie and this is where most of the tall tales can be heard. The Dark Forest, as it is called, looms just on the other side of the wooden palisade constructed around the Village. It is somewhere in there that this fabled Tower looms. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon of the Tower (MagicalPen + Rhapsody + Requiem)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>17-07-2008, 18:28:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So," Connor says, leaning his large, bulky frame on the bar-top. "does this 'Damsel' have a name?" His long, raven black hair hangs down around his face, framing a chiseled chin and piercing, hazel eyes. A hair over 6'0", he was an imposing figure, his frame full of lean muscle from years of fighting. At 26 years of age, he was still young and in the prime of his life and a hard life of travel had weathered his face and tanned his skin. He wore leather breeches and boots, and a red tunic underneath a breastplate, with a black cloak cape and hood hanging from his shoulders. His longsword was strapped across his back and his leather gloves were studded with Iron. It was clear he was a fighter, and the dents and scratches on his breast plate revealed he had seen his fair share of combat. <br><br>"Hm." The Innkeeper of the Dancing Pixie says, contemplating the mans question. It had been a while since anyone had come to the Inn asking so many questions about the Tale of the Damsel. There were so many myths and versions of the Tale that it was hard to weed out the facts. But the Innkeeper had heard every single one and wracked his brain for a few moments more, all the while drying a mug with a towel. "I believe they call her Lady Lillin. Yes, thats right. Lillin is her name."<br><br>"Lillin, you say?" Connor responds, the Innkeeper nodding his head. "Thank you for all your help." Connor adds with a smile, before his two large hands close around the two mugs of Ale he had purchased. Turning on his heel, he looks around and strides over to the table where his brother sat. He strides over, placing the mugs down on the tabletop before taking his own seat. "Well, brother, it appears I have discovered the general location of the tower, the general amount of baddies we'll have to kill, and a name: Lillin."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon of the Tower (MagicalPen + Rhapsody + Requiem)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Requiem</strong> on <strong>17-07-2008, 19:11:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gavin pulled the whetstone across his favorite sword.&nbsp; <br><br>It was a simple thing to look at.&nbsp; A thick, single edged sword used for chopping with all the weight at the heavy spoon near the tip.&nbsp; The quillions curved away from the blade, set to protect a gaunt-less fist.&nbsp; No pommel to speak of, just enough to make sure it didn't slip from the hand that held it.&nbsp; There was nothing delicate or pretty about the thing, even the shine of the steel seemed dull and pocked instead of the mirror polish most bladesmen kept.&nbsp; He liked it because it was simple, an implement designed to end a fight with one or two powerful over-handed strikes.&nbsp; Of the seven or eight long-blades he owned, this was the one he usually got taunted for carrying.<br><br>He watched as his brother made his way back to the table, wiping the stone off and slipping it into a pouch.&nbsp; No one but Connor ever approached when he was sharpening his swords.&nbsp; Were his twin may share the same features, Gavin's dedication to his art had marked him in ways that couldn't be considered attractive.&nbsp; Thin white scars adorned his bare forearms and hands, the sleeves of his tunic rolled back.&nbsp; He didn't wear armor much, and the several marks that dotted his neck and cheeks from near misses had carved a constant frown into his face that the thin black beard couldn't cover.&nbsp; He wore dark breaches and thick marching boots, the only real adornment a blood-red circle cloak that fell to his knee, hood deep enough to hide most of his face when it was drawn.<br><br>"Lillin?" He asked before pulling the blade against his forearm, bleeding the new edge in a well practiced motion before wiping her clean and slipping her back into her scabbard.&nbsp; "Whot kind of a name is that?"<br><br>He drained the last of his tankard, considering.&nbsp; His face was thoughtful, calculating.&nbsp; <br><br>"Should I be taking one sword or two?&nbsp; I be itchin' for a hard fight, ye know."&nbsp; With a grin he picked up the new tankard his brother had brought.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon of the Tower (MagicalPen + Rhapsody + Requiem)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhapsody</strong> on <strong>17-07-2008, 19:43:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Life as a captive in a tower was mind-numbingly dull.&nbsp; The days had long since fallen into routine, always the same with nary a change in sight.&nbsp; Wake up, luxuriate in a steaming hot bath, sit down to breakfast delivered by one of those damned mute eunuchs and then bore herself silly with idiotic womanly things, like needlepoint or watercolor painting until another one of the castrates delivered her lunch.&nbsp; Repeat until dinner. Repeat until sleep.<br><br>Lillin sighed and tossed aside her needlepoint, barely noticing when it landed askew on a knee-high pile of similar half-finished projects.&nbsp; She stood and stretched, then paced to the window to enjoy the view.&nbsp; Not that it was much of a view, of course.&nbsp; There were too many damnable trees in the way to get a proper look at the landscape.&nbsp; &nbsp;Down in what could laughably be called a courtyard, the monks walked on their patrols, always in pairs.&nbsp; Scarcely had one pair disappeared before another came around from the opposite direction.<br><br>There were days, oh there were days, when she regretted that pact with the wizard.&nbsp; "Never trust a magician," her broodmother had told her when she had been just a whelp still chasing her own tail.&nbsp; "They're sneaky, sly and cunning.&nbsp; And they can wield forces no human should be allowed to use.&nbsp; They'll bind you, turn you against your will, enslave you if they can.&nbsp; Drain as many thieves, knights and merchants dry as you like.&nbsp; Breed scores of spawn with husbands and sons and grandfathers as you like.&nbsp; Just leave the wizards alone."<br><br>Lillin turned her back to the window and leaned her elbows against the sill, blowing out a sigh.&nbsp; How she wished she'd listened to her broodmother.&nbsp; &nbsp;She certainly wouldn't be in the sticky spot she was now.&nbsp; Though she supposed it could be worse; she could have been thrown in a dungeon where she had to wear rags, never got to bathe and only got served gruel and stagnant water.&nbsp; <br><br>All in all, her life was pretty luxurious in comparison to how it could have been.&nbsp; &nbsp;There was one important thing missing, however.<br><br>She sighed again and tilted her head back to stare out the window and up at the sky.&nbsp; "Lords of hell, I'm lonely."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon of the Tower (MagicalPen + Rhapsody + Requiem)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>17-07-2008, 19:58:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Connor mused at that thought for a few moments. The twins, despite their looks, could not be any more different. Where Gavin could be called a messy fighter - sloppy even, though it still got the job done - Connor was more of a finesse fighter, one who looked at sword-fighting as more of an art. He didn't like to make his foes suffer (much) before dispatching them, and always looked for the quick way to make a kill, exploiting any and all weaknesses he could find. Such fighting often brought him in close to his enemies - a long, stiletto type blade was always in his right hand - which is where his breast plate came in. It prevented most blows from damaging his large body - be it knee, elbow, fist or dagger - and had saved his life countless times. His long sword could slash and stab and often appeared to be an extension of his arm when it was drawn. <br><br>"Yes, I believe you might want to. If nothing else, to make sure you have a sharp blade." He grins at that. "Theres at least a dozen armed men, and potentially a host of other occupants who might not want us to find this tower." He leans back, eyes darting around the room, taking his own tankard into hand and taking a deep drink from it, some of the froth forming a mustache on his otherwise hairless face. <br><br>"I've deduced that there is more truth to this story then previously believed. We're going to have to travel lightly though - the forest is far too thick for much movement on horseback, especially the deeper we go. So you might want to pick your blades wisely." He glances around again. He was always on the look out - for what, he wasn't sure. "Our good friend, the Innkeeper, has agreed to store our belongings until our return - or demise - for a 'hefty' sum."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon of the Tower (MagicalPen + Rhapsody + Requiem)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Requiem</strong> on <strong>17-07-2008, 20:06:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gavin stood up nodding.<br><br>"I'll take the claymore, of course.&nbsp; Nothing better to say hello to an ogre with that.&nbsp; Maybe the scimitars as well... a few wide arcs with those ladies and most yer enemies mates will run away."&nbsp; He grinned and patted the ugly sword at his hip.&nbsp; It might as well have been an axe, for the way it was weighted.&nbsp; It had broken&nbsp; his wrist three times before he finally got the feel for it.&nbsp; Any blade that required that much of it's wielder was the right blade for him, he had long ago decided.&nbsp; It was also the only one he had ever named.&nbsp; "Serra too, of course."<br><br>He looked past his brother at the innkeeper, fixing him with his most violent stare he could summon while stroking Serra's hilt.&nbsp; "I expect all my affect ta be in place when I be gettin' back, ye hear?"<br><br>Satisfied his point was made, he grinned at Connor.&nbsp; "Shall we be about it then, brother?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon of the Tower (MagicalPen + Rhapsody + Requiem)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>17-07-2008, 20:13:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Connor downed the rest of his tankard - you never knew if it'd be your last one - slamming the empty container down before rising. The Innkeeper melted under his brothers stare and words, and quickly nodded his head, almost dropping the mug he was drying. Connor had to refrain from smirking. After a moments pause, as he considered changing out his throwing knives - all well concealed about his person - for heavier ones, then deciding against it, he nods his head. <br><br>"Aye. A sound idea if I've heard one." He says, striding towards the door. He held a cocky air about his persona, but it wasn't entirely unfounded. "If we get a good start today, we'll be there tomorrow." He says, holding the door open for his brother. "If the directions I got are any good."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon of the Tower (MagicalPen + Rhapsody + Requiem)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhapsody</strong> on <strong>17-07-2008, 20:41:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She knew it was futile, but she still had to try.&nbsp; Shortly before the eunuchs were due to appear with her midday meal, Lillin stripped out of her clingy, filmy gown and lounged seductively on the bed.&nbsp; She plumped the pillows, arranged her hair and then carefully placed her limbs in positions she knew by experience would appear the most alluring and enticing.&nbsp; <br><br>She had just gotten the last hair into place when the door opened and the pair of guards came in.&nbsp; They all looked the same, expressionless men with iron skullcaps and chainmail armor, spears tucked closely to their sides and eyes forward.&nbsp; One of them carried a covered tray.&nbsp; Inwardly, she had that same sinking feeling she always did when confronted by her jailors: uselessness.&nbsp; <br><br>"Hello boys," she purred, and languidly ran one hand up her bare thigh.&nbsp; She shifted her leg, flashing them what she knew was a tantalyzing glimpse of what lay between them.&nbsp; "Why don't you just put that down over there and come join me?&nbsp; There's plenty of room in this bed for the both of you."&nbsp; She patted the bed beside her with a come-hither smile, and traced the hand that had been running up her thigh over her stomach. <br><br>The men, for their part, ignored her.&nbsp; The one carrying the tray set it down on the small table. In unison, they both about-faced sharply and walked in a straight line for the door.&nbsp; Just like always.&nbsp; &nbsp;The door clicked quietly closed behind them, and she heard the lock turning.&nbsp; She sighed and picked herself up off the bed.&nbsp; <br><br>Lillin ignored the clinging garment still in a pile on the floor and paced to the full-length mirror still nude.&nbsp; She stared critically at her reflection, turning this way and that.&nbsp; After her examination, she couldn't find a thing wrong with herself.&nbsp; Fiery red hair, artfully dishevelled.&nbsp; Creamy skin with a light dusting of freckles across her shoulders.&nbsp; Legs made to wrap around a man, and hips that swanned nicely into a trim waistline.&nbsp; Flat stomach.&nbsp; Breasts still perky and firm.&nbsp; Bright blue eyes in a flawless heart-shaped face.&nbsp; Firm backside, check. <br><br>She turned again and moved her hair aside to reveal her back.&nbsp; It curved perfectly down to meet her cheeks, marred only by a faint tattoo of slim wings spread across her shoulderblades.&nbsp; She made a face at the mirror, then decided after a moment of mulling that the tattoo wasn't her problem.&nbsp; She let her hair fall back into place and turned to examine her front once again.&nbsp; <br><br>It still disconcerted her to look so... human, even after the Abyss only knows how long.&nbsp; She ran a hand through her hair where her horns had once curled before dropping it back to her side.&nbsp; She shook her head.&nbsp; There wasn't a single thing wrong with her physical beauty.&nbsp; The wizard had done a marvellous job when he'd chosen a form in which to bind her.<br><br>A sudden anger flared up in her and before she knew it, her hand was flying towards the mirror.&nbsp; It shattered around her fist, biting deep into her skin as the shards fell tinkling to the floor.&nbsp; "<em>You're all golems, you hear me</em>?" she howled at the door, shaking her bloodied fist impotently at it.&nbsp; "<em>GOLEMS! Mindless, emotionless constructs!&nbsp; Abyss take you all, you... you... EUNUCHS!</em>"&nbsp; <br><br>Her anger left her as suddenly as it had come, and she sagged, wincing and cradling her injured hand.&nbsp; "Out of all the things I've ever lost," she muttered as she moved towards the washbasin to clean the blood off, "I miss my tail the most."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon of the Tower (MagicalPen + Rhapsody + Requiem)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Requiem</strong> on <strong>17-07-2008, 22:39:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The directions proved accurate, luckily.&nbsp; &nbsp;Gavin was less than thrilled about his lack of mount, but stomped grumbling after a few miles and followed his brother's lead.&nbsp; It was a pleasant enough time to be walking through the land, and the prospect of a good fight ahead of him picked his step up noticeably.<br><br>As midday approached, he stopped and filled his canteen.<br><br>"How far is it now, Connor?" He asked for at least the hundredth time.&nbsp; "And any word on who this Lillan be?&nbsp; And where the bloody hell are the ogres and moving trees?&nbsp; This is starting to feel more like a nature hike."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon of the Tower (MagicalPen + Rhapsody + Requiem)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>17-07-2008, 22:42:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Connor had to agree. It seemed like a wild goose hunt more then anything else. He had led them through the trees, following a well worn game path. It had made the going quicker, but the trees to either side were close enough that riding on horseback would have been extremely hard - if at all possible. The branches even now tore at his cloak - there were already two holes in it that he would have to stitch back up. <br><br>"Your guess is as good as mine. But how many times have people mistaken Ogres for Wild Hogs, or their Aunt Betty?" He responds, shaking his head. As they crested a rise in the land, he stopped, looking through the canopy. "Well, Brother, do you see what I see?" He says, pointing through a thinning in the trees.<br><br>The Tall Tower of what appeared to be a Keep could just be seen through the branches. "Perhaps you'll get that fight today instead of tomorrow."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon of the Tower (MagicalPen + Rhapsody + Requiem)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Requiem</strong> on <strong>17-07-2008, 22:48:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He grinned at Connor.<br><br>"Either that or Aunt Betty has a nicer cottage now.&nbsp; How many times did you try to poke that old hag before you actually ended up pokin' her?" He grinned at his brother, then jumped off and raced for the tower before Connor could give a good defense.<br><br>He pushed through woods and hedges, jumping across a small stream and pulled the claymore.&nbsp; He had only brought it and Serra after all... he still hadn't mastered strapping three swords to his belt and one across his back yet.&nbsp; He took silent count at the odd looking monks that walked the courtyard outside the tower, and searched the walls for archers or armed guards.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon of the Tower (MagicalPen + Rhapsody + Requiem)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhapsody</strong> on <strong>18-07-2008, 02:41:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Another morning had come and gone with another breakfast and another round of half-finished needlepoint.&nbsp; It was one of her more depressed days, so much to the point she hadn't even bothered getting dressed after her bath.&nbsp; She remained in her robe, listlessly picking at her food and then listlessly pushing her needle through the fabric until finally even she couldn't take herself anymore and she had to get a breath of fresh air.&nbsp; <br><br>She sat on the windowsill, staring morosely out into the "courtyard" beneath her tower, playing with the knot that kept her robe belted shut.&nbsp; She leaned her head against the pane of glass and eyed the distance to the ground, wishing that thrice-damned <em>wizard</em> hadn't thought of just about everything and enchanted the windows against her leaving through them.&nbsp; <br><br>She heaved a sigh and rolled her temple against the glass, shifting her gaze to the treeline that was so close, yet so very far away.&nbsp; She didn't even care anymore if she ever got her true form back, if she ever got her abilities back, if she ever even saw the inside of the Seventh Circle of Hell again.&nbsp; All she wanted was her freedom.&nbsp; And maybe a couple of men.&nbsp; <br><br>Lillin was about to look away when movement near the treeline caught her eye.&nbsp; She stiffened, then squinted towards the movement.&nbsp; Too big for a bird, wrong shape for a deer.&nbsp; Is that... it was!&nbsp; There was a person out there, and it damned sure didn't move like a monk!<br><br>Suddenly revitalized, she bounced to her feet and threw open the window, leaning out and waving her arms wildly.&nbsp; The thought that she was acting like a silly vapid damsel didn't even occur to her.&nbsp; Nor did the fact that her dressing gown was gaping open as she thrust her arms and head through the window, trying to get whoever was down there's attention.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon of the Tower (MagicalPen + Rhapsody + Requiem)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>18-07-2008, 14:13:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				That was just like him, Connor thought, running off headlong into something he had no idea about. Shaking his head, Connor sprinted after his sometimes foolish brother. Had Connor had his way, they would have skirted the perimeter, checked out any sort of defenses, guard patrols, weak points and then exploited that to their advantage. Luckily, Gavin hadn't gone far and had paused to study the structure in front of them. Connor grabs him by the collar and jerks him backwards, back into the foilage.<br><br>"Fool, you're asking to be turned into a pincushion!" He hisses at his brother, crouching down as he peers out.<br><br>The compound was walled, though the large gates were left open, revealing a view of the interior courtyard and the base of the Tower that rose from the middle. Roofed archways ran along the walls on the interior, giving the illusion of a monastery, only there was more to the monks that walked their paths then their seemed to be. Connor spotted a flash of metal underneath their robes. Movement on the wall drifts his attention that way, as an Archer takes a piss over the side of the wall.<br><br>"See, you'd have been dead as a rock if you'd gone in through the gateway." His eyes were focused on the ground level and did not see the Damsel in the window. "We should scout around the other side, see if theirs a suitable place to scale the walls. We'll attack at night to silence the sentries."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon of the Tower (MagicalPen + Rhapsody + Requiem)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Requiem</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 15:06:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gavin never missed a woman.&nbsp; It was one his charms.&nbsp; <br><br>With a grin he smacked his brother in the side of the head, pointing up to her.<br><br>"Fair enough brother, you go ahead an' wait till nightfall."&nbsp; He grinned and pulled a bola from a belt pouch, eye locking on the pissing archer.&nbsp; "Bring something to eat up with ye, 'cause I am sure the lass an' I will be hungry."<br><br>He let the bolo fly, and before it had even made contact he lept over the rock, claymore in his hands and charging the courtyard.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon of the Tower (MagicalPen + Rhapsody + Requiem)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 16:25:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Connor looked up, and his sharp eyes spotted the woman, who appeared to be mostly naked or at least spilling out of the robe she wore. It was enough of a distraction, as Gavin was off before the Archer had even hit the ground-having toppled forward off the wall. Connor cursed under his breath.<br><br>Connor had stopped counting the times he had saved his twins life. A few times it had come pretty close - the scars proved that - but Gavins bullheadedness often got them in more trouble then they had bargained for. This could very well be one of those times. The other Archers on the wall would make a pin cushion out of him as soon as he entered that courtyard. <br><br>Connor raced to the wall and began climbing up. It was weather beaten over the years and not as smooth as it might have once been, offering plenty of hand and footholds. He was an adept climber and made short work of the wall, slipping over the edge to regard his surroundings. Gavin had taken the defenders by surprise, and there weren't more then five on the rest of the walls. One was nearby, his back to Connor as he turned to stare at Gavin. <br><br>Connor moved lightning quick, his stilletto type blade appearing in his hand shortly before he drew it across the mans neck, opening a deep gash that spilled blood at an astonishing rate. The man fell off the wall as Connor let go of him, landing with a bone crushing thud in the courtyard below. The thud seemed to set everyone else into motion. The Priests were hardly that, shedding their robes to reveal body armor and swords. Four of them rushed towards Gavin, fanning out to approach him from a 180-degree front. <br><br>The 4 on the wall decided Archery wasn't the best way to deal with this threat, so began making their way along the walls towards Connor, Swords drawn and a very disquieting glint in their eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon of the Tower (MagicalPen + Rhapsody + Requiem)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Requiem</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 16:32:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gavin stopped and started laughing.&nbsp; He almost bent over as the four in front of him, no more than a little confused, looked at each other while the warrior bellowed.<br><br>"What is wrong with ye?" He laughed, wiping tears away with one hand, then motioning at the claymore.&nbsp; "I have a bloody claymore and the four of ye are just making a big half circle in front of me."<br><br>The four advanced, arms at the ready apparently not seeing what Gavin was saying.&nbsp; He sighed.<br><br>"Alright lads, free sword-play lesson."&nbsp; He took two massive strides forward, bringing himself in range of the five foot blade he carried.&nbsp; Bracing the pommel against his right elbow and stetching his left arm out of for balance, Gavin made on wide sweep, knocking blades aside and disarming two of them at once.&nbsp; He executed the move flawlessly, spinning to the face them again, both hands on the hilt of his sword and poised to attack from the side again.&nbsp; Instead, he backed off three or four paces.<br><br>"Now pick up your bloody swords and try again, and do nay come at me all from the front." Gavin spit.&nbsp; "Bloody amateurs."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon of the Tower (MagicalPen + Rhapsody + Requiem)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhapsody</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 16:45:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lillin was still half out the window, straining to follow the men as they disappeared behind the wall.&nbsp; Were they dead? Did the bloody monks finish them off already? Her eyes darted wildly back and forth and she nearly sagged in relief when one of the figures reappeared on the wall below.&nbsp; She watched as he quickly dispatched one of the archers and tossed his body into the courtyard.&nbsp; Though it was quite satisfying, and certainly further than any of the other parties she'd seen over time had ever gotten, it wasn't over yet.&nbsp; She froze as she saw another archer creeping up behind the bigger man with a dagger in hand.<br><br>Whirling back into the room, she hurriedly scanned around, looking for something to throw.&nbsp; Her eyes settled on the silver chamberpot she had never found a use for -- she had a fully functional chamber, for the Abyss' sake.&nbsp; She licked her lips and grinned as she picked it up, hefting it in her hands.<br><br>With a leap she was back at the window, still paying no mind to her nudity.&nbsp; Feeling giddy with the notion that she just might soon be out of here -- well, maybe not before she got some good, hard use out of that bed. It really was a waste to not at least break it in -- she cocked back her arm and let the chamberpot fly, trusting to gravity more than her own aim.<br><br>Whether through sheer dumb luck or divine or infernal providence, the chamberpot hit the mark, clanging solidly and loudly against the metal skullcap of the archer behind her would-be rescuer. It careened sideways, bounced off the side of the keep and shot down into the courtyard to skitter to a stop near the other would-be rescuer's feet.&nbsp; For his part, the monk dropped like a stone.<br><br>"<em>HA</em>!" she shrieked in triumph, waving her fist wildly out the window. "<em>Take that you half-wit golem! I'll see you all in hell!</em>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon of the Tower (MagicalPen + Rhapsody + Requiem)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 16:50:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Connor waited patiently for the four to make their way towards him. He used the point of his knife to clean his finger nails as he waited for them to approach. Two would arrive from the front, two from the year. With the way there were moving, they planned on arriving at the same time. As the first stepped through the doorway of the corner tower and onto the wall section Connor was on, he paused briefly as he regard Connor.<br><br>Connor looked up, a smile playing across his lips. He stopped cleaning his nails and took up a fencing stance - right arm and leg stretched out towards the man, left leg placed perpindicular to the rear, left arm curling up and over his head. He held no sword - just his long-bladed knife in his right hand. He motions to the main with his left hand. "Lets see what you've got."<br><br>The soldier grinned. Was he serious? A knife vs a sword? He twirled his blade in hand and leaped forward to cover the ground more quickly. Connor moved quickly. His left arm came down in a circular motion as he lunges forward, reversing his stance so that his left side is forward, knife held over head. His first assailant fell over backwards, like something had slammed into him. A gurgling noise echoed from his throat even as his sword clanged off the stones, both hands clutching his throat. A small throwing knife stuck out from his Adams Apple, choking him on his own blood. It gave pause to the man who had been following him, but the two behind Connor had arrived at this time.<br><br>Connor spun to face them, in doing so he launched another throwing knife with his left hand, this one taking the man in the chest,&nbsp; puncturing into his heart. He barely had time to look down to see what it was that had hit him in the chest before his eyes rolled back and he toppled forward. At the same time, a chamber pot came flying out of nowhere to land on the head of the second Archer, knocking him out cold - if he didn't die from the fall to the courtyard.<br><br>Connor looks up, spying the lady in the window. He offers her a flamboyant bow before turning back to his last assailant. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon of the Tower (MagicalPen + Rhapsody + Requiem)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Requiem</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 17:08:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hidden by the walls, the next anything saw of Gavin was him chasing one of the soldiers around one of the walls around the courtyard.&nbsp; Screaming in terror, the man was running as best he could with his mail braises around his ankles.&nbsp; Covered in blood, Gaving was laughing and giving the would-be monk sharp raps across his rear with the claymore, each slap coming with another pointer on proper defensive fighting.<br><br>He let the monk run, tiring of the chase.&nbsp; The man was already half past the gate, and he would feel bad if Connor got into any trouble.&nbsp; He peered up as the chamber pot went sailing out, hearing a clang but not seeing the effect.<br><br>"Did she bean ya Connor?" he called out. <br><br>He glanced back around the wall at the other monks.&nbsp; Two of them were unconscious, the third the one that had contributed most of the blood to Gavin's leathers.&nbsp; He felt bad about that one, but some people wouldn't take surrender.&nbsp; <br><br>"Zealots" he muttered.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon of the Tower (MagicalPen + Rhapsody + Requiem)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 17:29:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Connor heard his brother call out, and looked down into the courtyard. "Not me, brother, I think she was aiming for you and missed!" He calls out in response.<br><br>The last assailant on the walls, looked from Connor down to the courtyard then back up to Connor. He turned tail and ran for the door. He ducked at the last moment, a throwing knife quivering in the framework where his head would have been. Connor cursed and took chase as the man disappeared down the flight of stairs. The four towers on the walls - one at each corner - were only about 10 feet taller then the walls themselves, but thick. Connor soon followed the man, disappearing into the tower. <br><br>A few moments later, he cam charging out of the ground level door, covered in blood, his sword drawn. "Brother!" He yells, a level of panic to his voice. "Make for the tower!" He yells, making a beeline for the door to the Tower that lay in the midst of the Courtyard. A few seconds after Connor exited the door, two dozen armed men came spilling out, yelling in rage and brandishing an assortment of weapons. Their cries were met by those of more soldiers who came pouring out of the other doors around the courtyard. Even Gavin would know it was foolish to stay where he was, and if that door to the tower was locked, they'd be in sore trouble indeed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon of the Tower (MagicalPen + Rhapsody + Requiem)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Requiem</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 17:38:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Bloody hell" he whispered, then tore after his brother.&nbsp; He dropped the claymore (it would be useless close-quaters) and drew Serra as bent low to make as much speed as he could.&nbsp; Luckily Connor had exited somewhat close to him.<br><br>"Making new friends Connor" he quipped pleasantly, huffing from exertion.&nbsp; "I really can't take you anywhere, can I?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon of the Tower (MagicalPen + Rhapsody + Requiem)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 17:45:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think they took offense somewhere between me calling their mothers whores and their fathers ogres - the resulting offspring being so ugly they were banished to the middle of the woods." Connor says as he links up with his brother, both in a dead sprint for the door to the tower. Risking life and limb, Connor leaps into the air and kicks the door, hoping it wasn't reinforced or barricaded from the inside. THUD!<br><br>Luckily for him, it wasn't. The door gave way, sending Connor tumbling into the antechamber. He rolled as he hit the floor, springing up onto his feet, sword and knife still in hand. He turns to face the door as he brother enters, looking around for something to barricade the door with. The latch had virtually exploded from the impact but luckily this floor seemed to be used for storage. "Hold the door, Gavin!" He cries out as he starts to manhandle a large barrel - most likely filled with rum - towards the door. With some luck, they could barricade the door enough to give them a fighting chance.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon of the Tower (MagicalPen + Rhapsody + Requiem)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Requiem</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 18:00:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gavin's eye went wide as he saw what his brother was doing, and he quickly moved in the way of the barrel, catching it with his free hand as his brother struggled.<br><br>"Not the rum!"<br><br>He turned and moved back to the door, shifting Serra from hand to hand nervously.&nbsp; There was a lot of them, and most of them were running as quick as they could, coming in small pockets of ones and twos.&nbsp; The smarter ones laid back, forming a large group and ready to assault.&nbsp; Gavin liked bottlenecks against idiots, but the smart ones forming up were going to make this a long, irritating day for him.<br><br>The first came through the door, a full body length ahead of his allies.&nbsp; Gavin grabbed the edge of his cloak with his free hand and wrapped it around the thrusting sword of the assailant, spinning down the man's body as he rushed past.&nbsp; He twisted his cloak around his arm, jerking the man in reverse in bringing Serra in high, slicing through his shoulder and well into his chest.&nbsp; Serra screamed in blood and he pulled her free, spinning and dropping to a knee as two more entered.&nbsp; Serra arced, catching one in the leg and tearing most of it free as Gavin stood and ran his favored blade through the other's chest.&nbsp; Blood sprayed across the tower walls in a bright crimson arc as Gavin launched to the door itself to catch the next two rushing in.<br><br>"Not to be a bother, but any time now Connor."&nbsp; He began raining viscous over-hand strikes down on them, using his cloak to catch their swords in mad dance of steel and blood.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon of the Tower (MagicalPen + Rhapsody + Requiem)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhapsody</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 18:03:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				They had to be inside now, she couldn't see them anymore.&nbsp; She leaned out the window again, scanning left and right, but all she could see were the bodies on the ground, the pools of blood, fallen weapons, broken stone.&nbsp; She pulled her head inside the window again and resolutely shut the window again. <br><br>She turned to survey her room pensively.&nbsp; She kept it neatly enough, but it really wouldn't do in its current state with company coming over.&nbsp; In the back of her head niggled the thought that perhaps they wouldn't succeed.&nbsp; None of the others had ever made it to her bedchamber, after all.&nbsp; The men outside might have been relatively easy to dispatch, but the eunuchs inside were a much more disciplined fighting force.&nbsp; At least in her opinion, anyway.<br><br>Irregardless.&nbsp; She shook her head briskly to clear her thoughts, then moved determinedly to the wardrobe.&nbsp; She wouldn't consider the thought they wouldn't get her out of this damned place.&nbsp; The slim, desperate hope for freedom would not slip out of her grasp this time. She couldn't let herself think otherwise, or she truly would go mad.<br><br>She hauled open the doors and rifled through the garments hanging inside.&nbsp; She had preparations to make.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon of the Tower (MagicalPen + Rhapsody + Requiem)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 18:16:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Connor turned back to study what else lay in the room, even as the first entered the door and Gavin engaged them in combat. "A crate of Watermelons...no, that won't do..." He murmurs, ignoring the sounds of battle. "Cloth? What could they possible do wit this...jewelry too? Hmm..." He continues moving things around, coming across a brick. He lefts it, turns around, and aims at the back of the head of one of the assailants, a sickening crunch sounding moments later as it shattered his skull. "AH!&nbsp; A barrel of water!" He exclaims, rolling the barrel that was half his size towards the door. It was a start, and by the looks of things, there were a few more barrels of water. That had a large W written on their sides. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon of the Tower (MagicalPen + Rhapsody + Requiem)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Requiem</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 18:33:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The barrel caught him by surprise.&nbsp; It nearly took him to his feet, and he felt more than a little drenched by it.&nbsp; Explosions of lights and bells rang in his head, and it took him more than a moment to clear the daze.&nbsp; He looked around him, confused.<br><br><em>Had the bloody monks thrown a barrel of water at him?</em><br><br>Gavin felt his blood rising, humiliated.&nbsp; It wasn't enough to trap him in a tower, to rush him in numbers... but to drench him as well.&nbsp; His sight began to dim and his heart thudded steadily.&nbsp; He threw his head back and howled in rage and anger, enough to back up the oncoming tide of men.&nbsp; Gavin stood again, soaked, his eye burning with intensity and fury.<br><br>"Every... one of you... is dead."<br><br>With a cry to the ancient gods of battle and death, he lept from the tower door and assaulted all of the coming guards as one, lost in the frenzy of battle.&nbsp; Serra chopped and slashed, singing with a power battle hymn in an offering of blood and death.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon of the Tower (MagicalPen + Rhapsody + Requiem)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 18:41:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Connor knew that look, that sound in his voice. It was a good thing Gavin didn't know Connor had rolled the barrel of water - the floor wasn't apparently as flat as it appeared, which is why it had crashed into Gavin. But it was too late to ponder that now, as Gavins Blood-Rage could very well get the man killed. Connor pitied the men who would feel the bite of his blade, but quickly ran after Gavin, his own Blade ready to join in the fatal dance.<br><br>As Gavin barreled into their assailants, he drew a lot of attention to himself, causing some to face the menacing man. This gave plenty of opportunity for Connor to do his work, dancing fleet-footed in amongst them, stabbing here, thrusting there - each thrust of sword or stab of knife severed an artery, punctured a lung, stabbed a heart - and for each blow a man lay dead from a single wound. It was clean...cleaner then the mess Gavin was making, dismembered body parts flying through the air and blood spraying across the courtyard.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon of the Tower (MagicalPen + Rhapsody + Requiem)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Requiem</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 18:46:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gavin could have gone about this for the better part of the day, but they started running after a while, damn them.&nbsp; His shoulders and arms burned with exertion, and his breath was hard to catch.&nbsp; There wasn't a part of him that wasn't covered in some bit of gore and spray of blood, and running a hand over his face just made one clean spot in the mess.&nbsp; <br><br>He turned and looked at Conner.<br><br>"A bloody barrel of water!"<br><br>He cursed and kicked at the remains of the cask and walked back into the tower.&nbsp; There were several other casks like the first one standing there, and he broke one and dunked himself in up to the chest, then started cleaning bits of dead guard off of his arms and legs.<br><br>"Who the bloody hell fights with a barrel of water?" He demanded.&nbsp; &nbsp;He had been hit by several things in his life, from troll clubs to angry fathers, but no one had ever flung water at him.&nbsp; It was humiliating.&nbsp; "And where the bloody hell did they get it?&nbsp; Were they planning it?&nbsp; I did nay see one of them carrying the damn thing, that means some one was hiding behind the others... ready to lob the bloody thing as a surprise."<br><br>He turned on his brother.<br><br>"Water!&nbsp; I swear this is the last time I fight monks."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon of the Tower (MagicalPen + Rhapsody + Requiem)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 18:52:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Connor did his best from smirking or laughing at his brother. He might has well have been a Cat, his dislike of water being that great! Connor, on the other hand, was still crispy clean, the first 8 inches of his sword stained with blood along with most of his dagger. He wiped both blades clean on one of the dead bodies before sheathing both. He would reclaim his three throwing knives on their way out. He coolly regard the dead around them.<br><br>A good majority of the dead weer covered in blood and missing limbs or heads, or cleaved cleanly in two. The rest looked like they were just sleeping, until you noticed the puncture wound or the massive pool of blood around them from severed arteries. A right old mess, if he'd seen one, and the carrion birds were already circling over head.<br><br>"Good question brother, but such questions can be answered later, once we rescue our damsel who awaits us at the top of this tower." He responds, patting his twin on the back before heading up the stairs. They approached one landing, where there were a few cots set up. Connor placed his hand on top of one - it was still warm. Which meant...their were soldiers in this tower. Most likely waiting outside her door to attack them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon of the Tower (MagicalPen + Rhapsody + Requiem)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Requiem</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 19:40:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gavin muttered darkly and followed his brother.&nbsp; His left arm ached fiercely, several new cuts on it now that his cloak was hanging in shreds off that side.&nbsp; Another reason he hated the clergy now: they owed him a new cloak.&nbsp; His eyes adjusted fairly quickly to the comparitive dark of the tower, ears perked and listening for any sounds.&nbsp; His mood was sour and reflected on his face, but images of those breasts flickered across his mine, returning the smile to his face.<br><br>"You think she will be grateful?" he patted his brother on the shoulder.&nbsp; "Tell ye what, you've been pretty handy around to today.&nbsp; I'll leave you some of her."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon of the Tower (MagicalPen + Rhapsody + Requiem)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 20:18:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hah." Connor responds. "I don't think she'll want anything to do with you in your current state. Who knows what sort of diseases those men had." He retorts, continuing up the tower. The closer they got to the top, the more uneasy he began to fill. Not much later, they arrived at the top. Before them stood 8 Enuch Guards, standing neatly in rank in front of her door. They were armored and carried an assort of weapons. It was clear they knew what to do. Connor drew his sword, stepping off to the left.<br><br>The good thing about being left handed, is that he could operated beside his brother in close quarters and not get in each others way. "Well, Brother, it appears we have one final test. This Damsel better be worth this." He says, sighing, before taking up an aggressive stance, eyes studying the chiseled faces of the Enuchs before them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon of the Tower (MagicalPen + Rhapsody + Requiem)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Requiem</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 20:51:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gavin grinned and put a hand on his brother's shoulder.<br><br>"Hold on, I have an idea."&nbsp; Gavin's ideas were the source of legend.&nbsp; To date, not a single one of them had succeeded.&nbsp; Most of them involved a boat or some form of catapult, no matter what the situation was.<br><br>He leaned in close to his brother.<br><br>"What if I run past them, hooting and hollering like... ye know, making a big bloody fool o' meself and run down the tower.&nbsp; I saw this catapult down off the courtyard... if I loaded a good loop down on the cup, I could catch all their feet with it after I cut the cord.&nbsp; Send 'em all flyin'!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon of the Tower (MagicalPen + Rhapsody + Requiem)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 21:32:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gavin's idea was doomed for Epic Failure if he had his way. Connor shook his head - the last time he had listened to Gavin, he had almost been decapitated himself.<br><br>"That will never work." As he spoke, one of the Enuchs broke rank and charged at that. Connor tossed his knife in the air - straight up - and in the same motion threw a throwing knife, which passed clean through the mans throat nearly severing his neck before piercing the thing of the man behind him. The former came to a screeching halt at their feet, a blood trail smeared on the ground, while the latter staggered but did not bat an eyelash. Connor deftly caught his knife by its hilt, turning back to Gavin.<br><br>"I've only got one more throwing knife left, and we can't go back downstairs to get the others. Shall we dance?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon of the Tower (MagicalPen + Rhapsody + Requiem)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Requiem</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 23:07:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Fine..." Gavin pouted, stepping into the eunuchs.<br><br>He wasn't much for tactics at this point... the day was starting to wear on him, and his mind was wondering.&nbsp; An ale would be nice, he thought as he hammered blows between two of the eunuchs.&nbsp; That barmaid back in town had been attractive, a nice sort.&nbsp; He typically didn't care for the nice girls, and barmaids that didn't immediately jump into his bed scared him.&nbsp; <br><br>A fist into his face brought him back to what he was doing.&nbsp; He grabbed his nose, snapping it back into place.<br><br>"Oi" he protested, "who did..."<br><br>He was tackled before her could finish, the shoulder of the eunuch pushing him back against the wall.&nbsp; Gavin was surprised more than injured... his enemies always waited for him to get a comment or two in, and he couldn't remember the last time someone had actually punched him while he was musing.&nbsp; He looked down at the eunuch, trying to pin him against the wall while others rushed.&nbsp; He rolled his eyes, reversed his sword and drove it blade first into his back.<br><br>"Idiot" Gavin said, his voice nasally due to his nose.<br><br>He brought his knee up sharply, lifting the dying body just enough so that when crouched he was able to catch it on his shoulder.&nbsp; He power lifted the monk.<br><br>"Here lad, hold this for me" he said and tossed the eunuch, bowling the charging couple over, Serra still sticking out of his back.&nbsp; Retrieving the ugly blade, he glanced over to see how his brother was faring.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon of the Tower (MagicalPen + Rhapsody + Requiem)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 23:16:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Connor darted between the two who came after him, the third (injured) one hanging back just a bit. He ran towards the wall, jumped off of it into a backflip - which surprised the two Enuchs- who thought they had him cornered - and he sliced his sword across their unprotected hamstrings, causing both to collapse to the floor withering in pain. The last was limping towards him. Connor knocked his blade from his hand with a savage blow, ducked under a wild punch, and pulled his throwing knife out of the mans thigh with two fingers. He then drove the throwing knife into the underside of the mans chin, before running him through with his sword. <br><br>Connor then quietly dispatches of the two laying on the floor, ending their misery, before cleaning off his blades once more, turning to face Gavin. "Well then, shall we see whats on the other side of this door and hope its not some Demon?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon of the Tower (MagicalPen + Rhapsody + Requiem)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Requiem</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 23:26:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Speak for yourself" he said, setting his nose properly after cleaning off Serra.&nbsp; "Demons are more fun than virgins.&nbsp; Give me a whore over a nun any day... is this straight?"<br><br>He motioned at his nose, the fiddled with the tip again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon of the Tower (MagicalPen + Rhapsody + Requiem)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>20-07-2008, 01:54:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Here...let me fix it..." He reaches out and tweaks the nose, purposely setting a slight angle to it. "...there...your purdy face is all back together." Sheathing his weapons once more, he steps over a body and tries to open the door. Locked, of course. Turning back around, he regards the slain men, moving to the nearest to search his pockets. "Once of them is bound to have a Key on their corpse somewhere..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon of the Tower (MagicalPen + Rhapsody + Requiem)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Requiem</strong> on <strong>20-07-2008, 02:01:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After twiddling his nose a little more, Gavin grabbed one of the fallen bodies by a leg and wrist.<br><br>"Found it!"&nbsp; He slings the body in an arc, gaining momentum with two spins then sends the fallen opponent into it head first.&nbsp; The door thuds with the mighty force of the impact, and the body falls to the floor.&nbsp; Though shaken, the door remains solid.<br><br>"Sorry," Gavin apologized with a grin.&nbsp; "Lock sticks a little."<br><br>With a grunt he picks the man back up, this time getting a lot of momentum.&nbsp; By the time he starts to feel dizzy from the spinning, he yells and slams him into the door again, hard enough to crack the helm in half.&nbsp; The boom that shakes the door is deafening, bits of masonry and dust falling in a massive cloud.&nbsp; Gavin coughs the dust free as the cloud clears, then presses on the door to swing it open.<br><br>"After you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon of the Tower (MagicalPen + Rhapsody + Requiem)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhapsody</strong> on <strong>20-07-2008, 02:56:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Long before they ever got to her door, Lillin could hear the commotion as she rushed around the room making her preparations.&nbsp; The clash of steel and the screams of the dismembered and dying were a sweet counterpoint to the tune she was humming under her breath.&nbsp; She was nearly done when she heard the guards lining up outside her door, the clank of their armor and weapons only slightly muffled by the wood.&nbsp; She finished her work hurriedly. <br><br>The door was finally wrenched open by her rescuers, she was more than ready to feast her eyes on them.<br><br>And more importantly, have their eyes feast on her. <br><br>In the interim between their storming the castle and their arrival at her doorstep, she had been busy indeed.&nbsp; The heavy draperies were pulled across every window, plunging the room into darkness that was broken only by the light of several dozen candles.&nbsp; She had changed the sheets from white cotton to black silk, and positioned mirrors carefully to focus the candlelight on the center where she had arranged herself.&nbsp; The effect gave her skin a nearly unearthly glow and shone off her hair like polished garnets.&nbsp; <br><br>She was sprawled with one hand propping up her head, the other lazily tracing patterns over skin visible through what could only laughably be called a garment, as it was filmy and transparent, giving enticing glimpses of what lay beneath the cloth.&nbsp; <br><br>For her part, she drank in the sight of men -- real men! -- who wouldn't be immune to her distinctive brand of charm.&nbsp; With a closer look, she realized the pair were twins.&nbsp; Twins!&nbsp; The slow curl of heat moving through her loins gave a flare that made her shudder.&nbsp; One was painted with the blood of her erstwhile guardians, the other faring slightly better.&nbsp; Neither was bad to look at, even the one with the scars.&nbsp; Though, truth be told, she wouldn't have cared if they were old and smelly, so long as their manhoods worked. <br><br>Her lips curved seductively as she licked her lips.&nbsp; "My heroes," she purred, and curled her fingers lazily to gesture them forward.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon of the Tower (MagicalPen + Rhapsody + Requiem)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Requiem</strong> on <strong>20-07-2008, 03:00:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gavin stared, mesmerized.&nbsp; His breath caught, and slight smile played over his lips.&nbsp; He brushed a hand through his hair, still damp from the dunking.&nbsp; He was battered and bruised, but felt this was definitely worth it.<br><br>Then something crossed his mind.<br><br>"Wait... did she change while we were storming the tower?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon of the Tower (MagicalPen + Rhapsody + Requiem)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>21-07-2008, 15:08:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Connor had also paused after taking a step into the room. It took him a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the dimness of the room, but his draw was dropping long before then as his eyes settled on the beautiful woman who lay before them. The cloth covering her could hardly be called a robe, and left nothing to the imagination. It also appeared that she was more then happy to see them.<br><br>"Brother, does it matter?" He responds, speaking softly, taking a few more steps into the room.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon of the Tower (MagicalPen + Rhapsody + Requiem)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhapsody</strong> on <strong>21-07-2008, 21:35:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You've freed me, brave knights," she said, sliding to an upright position and off the bed.&nbsp; She glided across the floor, dropping the robe from her shoulders, leaving only her bare skin glowing softly in the candlelight.&nbsp; She paced towards them, hips swaying with every motion of her long, long legs.&nbsp; <br><br>She tossed her hair over one shoulder and trailed her fingers from her chin down her throat to the hollow between her breasts.&nbsp; "Whatever can I do to repay you for storming my tower and releasing me from this dreadful captivity?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon of the Tower (MagicalPen + Rhapsody + Requiem)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>21-07-2008, 21:38:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Connor was transfixed by the site of this naked beauty as she strode towards them. He might not have realized it, but the front of his dark breeches were already tenting towards her as his body responded to the visual stimulus before him. His eyes betrayed the thoughts that occupied his mind, following the path of her hand as it traversed down her neck and between her breasts.<br><br>"Well..I think a...Kiss...would be a good start." He speaks up first, his mouth feeling suddenly dry.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon of the Tower (MagicalPen + Rhapsody + Requiem)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Requiem</strong> on <strong>21-07-2008, 21:55:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gavin put a hand on his brothers chest, pushing him back just slightly.&nbsp; Dropping the robe had been a hard one to get past, but there was something not right going on here.<br><br>"Just a moment there, brother," he began.&nbsp; If there was something wrong, he'd deal with it.&nbsp; If not, his brother could wait his damn her turn.&nbsp; He hadn't been slammed with a barrel of water after all.&nbsp; "Lady, why were the monks holdin' ye here?&nbsp; You do nay exactly look the fierce type."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon of the Tower (MagicalPen + Rhapsody + Requiem)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhapsody</strong> on <strong>21-07-2008, 22:03:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lillin chuckled, a low seductive humming laugh as she continued to travel the lines of her body with her hands.&nbsp; Connor would be an easy one to draw into her bed, if the sudden bulge in his breeches were any indication.&nbsp; She looked at Gavin, and gave him a sulking pout that had, in the past, sent men falling all over themselves to cheer her up and bring a smile back to her face.<br><br>"The monks were the servants of the wizard that locked me in here.&nbsp; I was his favorite, he wanted no man to touch me save him."&nbsp; She tilted her head, allowing her hair to trail down over her shoulder, hiding one perfect breast from view.&nbsp; "I've been alone here a long, long time.&nbsp; Surely there is something I can do for you."&nbsp; She reached out and traced the line of Connor's jawline lightly with her fingernail.&nbsp; "A kiss, was it you said? Is that really all you want?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon of the Tower (MagicalPen + Rhapsody + Requiem)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>21-07-2008, 22:09:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Trying to jump ahead of the line?" He retorts to his brothers, stepping forward to stand next to his brother as the naked lady approached them. He words broke the spell that had briefly captivated him. A wizard? They hadn't fought a wizard. Where could he be? His eyes dart around the room, trying to spot the man.&nbsp; It was then that her hand made contact with him, drawing his eyes back to hers.<br><br>"A kiss." He repeats. "Amongst over things." A sly smile crept across his lips. It might be a good idea to secure the door, in case the wizard decided to stop by to check on what had made such a mess of his castle. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon of the Tower (MagicalPen + Rhapsody + Requiem)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Requiem</strong> on <strong>21-07-2008, 22:34:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He grabbed his brother by the shoulder again, hauling him back and spinning him so they were face to face.<br><br>"Brother, do you recall the legends of this place?&nbsp; For ages the tower has stood here, the damsel in it's center, waiting to be rescued?" He turned Connor's head to the girl, looking at he also.&nbsp; "Now tell me, does she look old enough to have waited here for ages?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon of the Tower (MagicalPen + Rhapsody + Requiem)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhapsody</strong> on <strong>21-07-2008, 22:42:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Would you rather I were an old, withered hag then, sir?" she asked Gavin lightly, circling around Connor and running her fingers along the back of his neck.&nbsp; "Too dry and dusty to give such marvelously brave men such as yourself the proper welcome?&nbsp; Would you prefer a lonely skeleton lying on that plush bed, you having arrived far too late to save the damsel?" <br><br>"But if it's talk you desire, answers to questions," she said, suddenly moving away from her light teasing of Connor and sashaying back towards her robe, "then so be it.&nbsp; There's rum on the table there, with some light foods.&nbsp; Feel free to help yourselves while I'm getting dressed." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon of the Tower (MagicalPen + Rhapsody + Requiem)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>21-07-2008, 23:45:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Whoa, whoa." He says, pleading with his brother. "She's most likely the daughter of the last one. You know..." He says, turning his eyes back to the woman. He quickly approaches her, grabbing the thin material. "He might want to chat, but i'd still like that kiss." He says, a grin spreading across his face as he looks her over once more. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon of the Tower (MagicalPen + Rhapsody + Requiem)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Requiem</strong> on <strong>22-07-2008, 00:13:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gavin rolled his eyes.<br><br>"You really are dense, brother."&nbsp; He eyed the woman up and down.&nbsp; "Hell with it, we can figure it all out afterwards."<br><br>He unclasped his shredded cloak and tossed it to the side, then removed both his baldric and swords belt.&nbsp; The empty sheath of his claymore made him think suddenly of his missing sword, then Conner grabbing at the material made him realize he could always just buy another one.&nbsp; He patted Serra fondly on the pommel.<br><br>"Guard the door, dear" he said, leaning her against the wall.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon of the Tower (MagicalPen + Rhapsody + Requiem)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhapsody</strong> on <strong>22-07-2008, 02:28:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She glanced back over her shoulder at the pair of them, and smiled.&nbsp; The scarred one puzzled her; usually men forewent suspicion and paranoia in the face of a gorgeous woman literally throwing themselves at them, but it seemed he'd capitulated after all.&nbsp; Which was all for the best, really.&nbsp; She didn't know how much longer she could keep up the seductive act; heartfelt or not, what she really wanted to do was fall upon them like the ravening demon she used to be, interested in them only for their seed and whatever pleasure she could wring out of their squirming bodies.<br><br>Maybe she could play the temptress for just a little while longer though.&nbsp; "Decided to take the reward after all, I see.&nbsp; We can talk later then."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon of the Tower (MagicalPen + Rhapsody + Requiem)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>22-07-2008, 21:50:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Connor wasn't far behind his brother, his breast plate banging to the ground shortly before the rest of his clothes. His toned, scarred (not to the extent of his brothers) body laid bare before her, his cock standing proudly to attention. "How about that Kiss?" He asks again, kicking off his socks - hopping on one foot to do so - as he moves towards the Damsel. It didn't occur to him to ask what her name was, as he wasn't doing too much thinking at the moment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon of the Tower (MagicalPen + Rhapsody + Requiem)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Requiem</strong> on <strong>26-07-2008, 05:18:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gavin was out of his clothes as soon as he could be, hoping on one foot to get his boot off before tumbling onto the bed.&nbsp; He was quickly erect, and watched his brother approach the very-grateful woman, wondering how he would screw it up.&nbsp; He propped a pillow under his head and stroked himself slowly, watching the the play.<br><br>"Don't worry Connor," he said, good humor in his voice.&nbsp; "This one looks so wet I doubt even your usual charm could scare her off."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon of the Tower (MagicalPen + Rhapsody + Requiem)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhapsody</strong> on <strong>26-07-2008, 21:08:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If it's a kiss you want, brave sir," Lillin said softly, closing the distance between herself and Connor, "it's a kiss you shall have."<br><br>She gently placed her hands on his chest, slid them up to his shoulders and curled her hands around the back of his neck.&nbsp; She pressed herself firmly against him, trapping his erection between her stomach and his, and slowly slid her skin against it as she raised herself onto her toes.&nbsp; She licked her lips and tilted her head to the side, guiding Connor's head towards hers with the hand on the back of his neck.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Demon of the Tower (MagicalPen + Rhapsody + Requiem)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>28-07-2008, 15:51:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hands wrap around her waist, one dropping down to squeeze her firm ass as she stands on her toes to kiss him. The friction of her body rubbing against his cock is pleasing, and he allows her to pull his head down to hers. His lips press against her lips, opening slightly to allow his tongue to snake out and twirl in her mouth. After all that fighting, it appeared that this little adventure was going to be well rewarded.
			</dd>
		</dl>
		<div id="footer" class="smalltext">
			
			<span class="smalltext" style="display: inline; visibility: visible; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=credits" title="Simple Machines Forum" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF 2.0.19</a> |
 <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org/about/smf/license.php" title="License" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF © 2021</a>, <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org" title="Simple Machines" target="_blank" class="new_win">Simple Machines</a>
			</span>
		</div>