Unbridled Power (Silvestine + Eyeomancer)
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				Title: <strong>Unbridled Power (Silvestine + Eyeomancer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>13-06-2007, 19:52:24</strong>
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				Sam had managed to squeeze by performing the odd job here and there. Dock worker, carpenter, dishwasher, and all sorts of other manual labor. He never stayed in one place long, least he do something that would hurt some one. Thats why he had been cast out of his home village. His parents didnt want anything to do with him, nor did his brothers. They had given him some money and food before sending him off but nothing much. It was much better then if the Guild found him and decided to punish the village for harboring one as old as he. But it wasnt his fault he possesed magic, as they called it. The 7th Son never got magic. It was always one of the first three, if a family ever got that big. He had never heard of a Son or Daughter who wasnt one of the first three that possesed magic. Perhaps thats why no one had bothered to look at him?<br><br>He shrugs his broad, muscled shoulders, tossing back his earlength black hair as he leans against the side of a wall. The stale bread in his mouth wasnt great but he had grown accustomed to eating such things. He had had to flee the last village in a hurry, a drunken bar brawl had left one man charred to a crisp in a back alley with out a scratch on himself, other then a black eye that was healing abnormally fast. He drank from a waterskin that held wine rather then water and began to contemplate his next move. There didnt seem very many jobs to be had here and he was running out of money fast.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unbridled Power (Silvestine + Eyeomancer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>13-06-2007, 20:44:20</strong>
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				Most of the time, when a wizard went rogue, it was an experienced sorcerer rebelling against the Order, for reasons of passion or politics.&nbsp; Such cases often were elderly practitioners of the Art, with years of experience, and so those that hunted them were the even more practiced still, deadly with spells and swords, and consummate trackers.&nbsp; Much more rarely, however, a case like that out of Remneh emerged, in which a potentate was simply missed.&nbsp; How such a thing happened, of course, would be revealed at the Inquest, after the capture, but it afforded the hunters the leisure of selecting a less. . .lethal. . .band of trackers.&nbsp; With proper supervision, of course.<br><br>There were three, because three was the least number of wizards necessary to produce a spell of Nullification.&nbsp; Two were apprentices preparing for their formal Tests into the order, men of twenty or so years of age, for whom the Order was mother, father, everything.&nbsp; All they had known, all they had been trained into since their Talent was identified.<br><br>Ardneh was a dramatic, severe figure, cloaked in black with a sharp goatee upon his face, and&nbsp; gleaming silver skullcap upon his head.&nbsp; Perciss looked more a sailor than a wizard, with a gleaming hoop of gold in his ear and a silk shirt of many colors over his whipcord frame.&nbsp; He smiled more easily than Ardneh, carried a song and was known to womanize and carouse more than, perhaps, should, but was no less potent for his jovial nature.<br><br>And then there was her.&nbsp; Lorien of the North.&nbsp; Rarely seen in the conclaves these days, legendary instructor, when she could be bothered to take a class of children into her Tower, rumored by many to be the heir to the Highest of the High.&nbsp; Neither Ardneh or Perciss deluded themselves into thinking that Lorien’s seeming disinterest in the hunt before them, her dreamy way of studying the clouds and stars and moon meant that she was any less intent as they on the successful hunt for the rogue, whose name, they had learned, was Sam.<br><br>Short of stature, with a rather plain face, her best feature was her mouth.&nbsp; Wonderfully expressive, a Cupid’s bow that could smile ever so slightly and cause a flutter of the heart beyond that what many could do with enchantment, or with a frown or scowl destroy a man’s pride more thoroughly than a spell of breaking.&nbsp; Her eyes were the color of the sky undecided if it will rain, gray, and mousy chin-length bob of mousy brown.&nbsp; She had the fair, smooth skin of a girl of twenty, and features to match, and dressed in the plainest of traveling clothes, without so much as a protective rune stitched upon the hem of her riding skirts, but the power radiating from her was as palpable as the warmth of the sun on a hot summer’s day; all but overwhelming.<br><br>“Have you tracked his movements since Prariecove?” she asked, her horse clopping along at a slow but steady pace.<br><br>“Yes,” Adneh answered, a half moment before Perciss.&nbsp; “Using the most subtle of summoning, I bound a hound spirit and tracked him as far as the river, where the scent was lost.&nbsp; He went due west, to the ferry, no more than a day before.&nbsp; There is a village, a day’s walk beyond that, that we might make before dark, just on his heels, I believe.”<br><br>Lorien nodded, as if he’d no more than told her that the weather would likely hold in its pleasant spring coolness.&nbsp; “Perciss?”<br><br>“I. . .I learned the same thing, Magi.&nbsp; Sam fled west yesterday after the. . .altercation, crossed the river by means of the ferry, and was heading towards the trading post on the border of the Spindle Mountains.”<br><br>“I see.&nbsp; And how did you learn this?” Lorien asked<br><br>“I. . .Magi, I asked the barmaid.”<br><br>“The barmaid?”<br><br>“Yes, Magi.&nbsp; She was most cooperative.”<br><br>Lorien urged her horse to a canter, but neither apprentice missed the small smile that tugged on her face at Perciss’ tactics.&nbsp; Ardneh scowled at his brother, sensing that he had been bested, and both followed behind the wizardess.<br><br>With horses that flew with the speed of a zephyr, the trio were at the river’s bank within the hour, and crossed, their site set on the burning lights of the village on the horizon, their prey in mind with the single-minded determination of seeking arrows.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unbridled Power (Silvestine + Eyeomancer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>13-06-2007, 21:10:40</strong>
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				Sam wore a simple white tunic - a tunic that would be white if not for the fact that it had been faded by the sun and caked in mud more often then not. This caused it to take on a beige-like color though most wouldnt look at him as dirty. The loose fitting shirt hinted at his size beneath it. He wore simple leather pants and boots too, good for traveling and most types of work. The air here was a little cooler, so close to the mountains despite beind midsummer and he would feel a lot more comfortable with a place to stay.<br><br>He used the knife from his belt to cut out a worm-hole in an apple, tossing the rotten part and the worm over his shoulder to lay with the rest of the garbage in the alleyway and bit into the apple before stepping into the street. He looked both ways before heading off towards the Caravan Yard. With a little luck he might be able to sign on with a Merchant making the dangerous journey across the Spindle Mountains. It was along shot, but one that would reward him with decent pay and a chance to keep out of trouble.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unbridled Power (Silvestine + Eyeomancer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>13-06-2007, 22:13:44</strong>
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				The trading post had no walls, perse, merely a wooden block across the path cut into the room by the rolling of a hundred wagon wheels.&nbsp; Still, the trio of wizards pulled to a stop when they came within sight as if it were the Sky Wall itself.&nbsp; <br><br>“He’s here,” Ardneh said, his voice fierce.&nbsp; “I can feel him.”<br><br>“Do we wait, Magi, for him to emerge, or capture him now?”<br><br>Lorien did not answer, peering at the dozen or so buildings of the village that had grown up at the meeting point of river and road, where no more than half a hundred souls lived, self-sufficient like most of the villages in the Rebmeh.&nbsp; Her hands held the reins loosely, and she seemed as if she could wait until the end of time, regarding the settlement with her thousand-mile stare.&nbsp; But she spoke.<br><br>”Perciss, tell me again what we found in Prairiecove.”<br><br>“A man, by reports, one who had attempted to start a barfight with Sam, had been burned to death by sorcery.”<br><br>“That is correct,” Lorien said.&nbsp; Her stare grew hard.&nbsp; “There are at least fifty people in that town, and one rogue, untrained potentate, dangerous as a rabid dog.&nbsp; What do you think?”<br><br>Lorien turned to Perciss, eyes sharp as spears.&nbsp; “We take him now.&nbsp; Be swift, be sure, apprentices, and capture the rogue.&nbsp; Go now.”<br><br>Nothing more needed to be said.&nbsp; Ardneh and Perciss spurred their horses on, as if the hounds of Hell were behind them, towards Caravan Yard.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unbridled Power (Silvestine + Eyeomancer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>13-06-2007, 23:04:35</strong>
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				Sam was in luck, or relatively so. There were five merchants preparing to make the dangerous journey through the pass. Two were leaving in the morning, deciding travel together in the combined safety of numbers and armed guards. Another was leaving tomorrow afternnon, alone, while the remaining two would leave on the following day. All were looking for more hands to accompany them. The town was often double its regular size when a Caravan was in, though the few local Swords-for-Hire were rarely around long enough to be a called a local. He wouldnt be able to pass for a guard, with no armor or weapons on hand nor enough money to afford one. He would have to try his luck as a laborer or wagon-drive.<br><br>He made his way to the tent that was a semi-permament fixture near the entrace to the grounds, only missing during the heart of winter when no Caravans traversed the roads, and ducked inside. A man sat at a table, mulling over some papers, a guard off to the side keeping an eye on things. He hardly looks up when Sam enters.<br><br>"What can i do fer ye?" The man asks, turning a parchment over before looking up. "Looking fer work eh?"<br>"Yes, Sir. I've driven wagons before." He lies. "And can shod a horses hood." That wasnt a lie. He had a few days stiny as blacksmith a few weeks back. "Not to mention laborer skills." He adds. The man studies him cooly then nods. <br>"Yes yes. Yer'll have to come back in the morning, i'm'fraid. If some one doesnt show up one of the Merchants might sign yer on. Everything full up, yer see?" The man dismisses him and turns back to his papers.<br><br>Sam turns around and leaves the tent, wandering over to watch some of the Merchants preparing the wagons, guards sharpening blades. Perhaps he would steal himself aboard...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unbridled Power (Silvestine + Eyeomancer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>14-06-2007, 02:06:25</strong>
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				Things began to happen very fast.&nbsp; Ardneh and Perciss entered along the main street, the only street, really, and dismounted before the tavern.&nbsp; The two men split up, Perciss going inside to work the crowd for news and fish about to see if the boy had been spotted, Ardneh to take to the street and search for clues of the young rogue's passing.<br><br>Percisss sat at the bar, and quickly struck up a conversation.&nbsp; Given five minutes, he would get along with the innkeeper as well as if they had been childhood friends.&nbsp; Such instant likability was the reason Perciss could do with words what others needed bindings to accomplish.&nbsp; He took a sip of cider, and began asking about a young man wandering these parts.<br><br>The distinct figure Ardneh cut parted the merchants and mercenaries before him like a scythe moving through a stalks of wheat.&nbsp; The man was obviously a wizard, and it did not pay to interfere in Guild affairs, even so far from the Tower of Art.&nbsp; When he saw the five merchant wagons and the caravan master's tent, the warlock paused, and removed an object from an inner pocket of his cloak.&nbsp; A plumb bob on a chain, hung over his heart, and swayed from his fingertips before resting, still.&nbsp; Then it gave a little tug, towards the semi-permanent tent, and Ardneh looked up, just as Sam wandered by the mercenaries preparing their blades for the journey.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unbridled Power (Silvestine + Eyeomancer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>14-06-2007, 02:19:31</strong>
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				Sam was too focused on the sharpening of blades, lost in his own thoughts and plans to sneak into a Caravans Camp, to notice that he was being watched. He did get a slight tingling feeling after a few moments though, but couldnt place what was causing it right away. But Sam wasnt a slow thinker. If he was, he'd long be dead by now. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, his body and magical ability sensing something he could not. He turns his head from side to side, appearing to be watching the various goings on, before turning around as if to make for the entrance of the Caravan Ground. It was then that he noticed the Magi, unmistackable from the crowd that had parted around him, and their eyes locked. But only for a split second.<br><br>Sam had heard stories about what happened to those who refused to go with the Magi when they were young, and what happened to what they called Rogue Magi. One as old as he was would surely be put to death, his abilities deemed untrainable, his wildness deemed deadly. That only left him one option. Summoning the rage he had used against the man who had punched him the eye, he unleashed a fireball directly towards the Magi, turning around the second it was caste to sprint among the nearby wagons, making for the fence and the trees a stone-throw away from it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unbridled Power (Silvestine + Eyeomancer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>14-06-2007, 02:45:46</strong>
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				There was such little time between the time Ardneh realized that he had seen his target at the same moment he had been spotted, and the fast casting of the destructive spell, that, had the black-robed sorcerer been a moment slower, he'd have been incinerated where he stood.&nbsp; As it was, he dropped the plumb as he brought his hands up and formed a shielding spell.&nbsp; It must have been the speed with which he cast it that caused the fireball to nearly shatter through, otherwise, this man was more powerful than he had a right to be, for an untrained wilder.&nbsp; The earth at his feet was scorched and smoldering as he lowered his defense, scanning the stunned crowd quickly to track Sam.&nbsp; This was made more difficult by the fact that the warriors chose that moment to panic, or attempt to establish themselves as the heroes of the hour, and began to swarm into the street, either to flee or interfere with Ardneh, Sam, or both.&nbsp; A couple of men began pursuing him, a pikeman imposed himself before the black-robed warlock, and Perciss ran from the tavern, running with full wind towards the clamorous Caravan Yard.<br><br>"He's gone that way," Ardneh shouted, pointing.&nbsp; Perciss stepped into an alley, and began to circle around, moving to head off Sam's retreat as Ardneh swept the pikeman aside with an irritated wave of his hand and began the chase.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unbridled Power (Silvestine + Eyeomancer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>14-06-2007, 05:25:58</strong>
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				Sam didnt need to look back to know that the pursuit was on. Luckily, those on the fringes of the camp were too confused by the sudden commotion to realize what was happening, or who he was. He lept the fence with a single jump, landing with his feet running. He was in deep trouble now and he knew. This meant life or death. He quickly covered the ground between the fence and the treeline. One thing his more recent lifestyle had taught him was how to run, fast and over distance, in order to avoid those who persued him. The only problem was that out here in the wilds, there werent many towns to run too and he was running out of realestate. He'd never hunted before, nor did he have anything over then a knife. The chances of surviving off the forest were slim, if not negligible. But he'd rather have a chance that meet his almost certain fate at the hand of the Magi who pursued him. There had to be more then one, right?<br><br>Before he knew it, he was cracking branches as he forced his way into the forest. Thorns and branches alike tore at his clothes but drew no blood, yet they hardly seemed to slow him down. He changed the angle of his run, starting to make a slow-bending circle through the forest in the hope to come out somewhere near town, or back onto the main road along which he would find another village.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unbridled Power (Silvestine + Eyeomancer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>14-06-2007, 15:59:10</strong>
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				By the time Sam had lept the fence and sprinted across the field, Perciss had finished his attempt to head him off, and had gained a step or two that he was able to keep, at least on the short term.&nbsp; Ardneh was far behind, learning very quickly the small utility in attempting to run burdened, as he was, by thick robes and cloak.<br><br>Once the distance between the running chase and the trading post had increased by a safe degree, Perciss simply stopped in his tracks.&nbsp; There was no need to follow Sam into the forest; not for a wizard.&nbsp; Closing his eyes, his whispered a few words carried on the spring air to the slow, green hearts of the trees, who sung back to those with ears that could hear.<br><br>Inside the wood, the very roots and rocks had suddenly turned against him.&nbsp; Obstacles appeared in his path, tripping him.&nbsp; Wild berry vines snagged on his shirt, entangled in his hair.&nbsp; An open space between two trees suddenly closed, leaving him to stop short and pick a new direction.&nbsp; And the creaking, groaning sound of high branches swaying in the breeze gave grim hints of falling debris from high above.<br><br>Even as he was being harried, the two apprentices approached the forest, which opened before them like a friend greeting another with open arms, the path to Sam as well laid out as a paved road.<br><br>"Surrender, rogue, and we will take you back alive.&nbsp; Continue to resist, and it will go hard for you," Perciss called.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unbridled Power (Silvestine + Eyeomancer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>14-06-2007, 17:11:31</strong>
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				He was outmatched, easy to tell by the way the forest came alive. More magic, he sensed, casting smaller fireballs out to blast some of the obstacles but it would be nearly impossible to destroy the entire forest in such a way. But he knew when he was beat and stopped in his tracks when he heard the voice, turning around to face the Magi. Could he really trust his words?<br><br>"How do i know i can trust your word? You kill Wild Users like me, usually on sight." He yells back, his voice calm and steady.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unbridled Power (Silvestine + Eyeomancer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>14-06-2007, 21:19:15</strong>
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				Rounding the bend, the two apprentices and the renegade saw each other, fully, for the first time.&nbsp; There was a space between Ardneh and Perciss, so that, even if he had wished, there would be little chance Sam could attack them both with a single spell, unless he was particularly clever about it.<br><br>"Boy," said Ardneh, irrespective of the fact that all three men were the same age, or thereabouts.&nbsp; "You can either trust us to take you back for trial, or not, and try to fight against the two of us.&nbsp; Make your decision now, or I will."<br><br>Perciss glanced at his comrade in irritation; thinking to himself, <em>more flies with honey, sourpuss,</em> distracted for just that one moment. . .
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unbridled Power (Silvestine + Eyeomancer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>15-06-2007, 15:15:41</strong>
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				He didnt like being called a boy, especially by some one his age or within a few years. He was far from being a boy. They had already proved superior to him - training would do that afterall - and he didnt fancy his odds in a fight. The remoteness of the region might help him if he did manage to escape, but like he had reasoned before, survival after that seemed pretty slim. He shrugs his shoulders, the moment of distraction slipping away.<br><br>"Well, how do we do this then? Handcuffs and all or am i on my Scouts Honor not to do anything stupid?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unbridled Power (Silvestine + Eyeomancer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>15-06-2007, 23:33:31</strong>
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				"Neither, really," said a voice from behind him, and, turning, he saw walking through the very walls of the trees themselves, the third hunter that had been sent for him.&nbsp; Lorien had her skirts in hand as she walked over the brambles, as if she was a lass out for a walk in the country.&nbsp; She looked at Sam, looked up at him, he had the advantage of more than a little height on her, and before his bulk she seemed as fragile as a reed.&nbsp; But in the uncertain grey of her eyes, Sam read another story than that their bodies spoke.&nbsp; <em>I am power, boy, and if you cross me I will break you.</em><br><br>How to judge the smile on her face, that conveyed self-satisfied humor?&nbsp; She took a step closer to him, close enough that he could reach out a hand and touch her, if she chose, and studied his face.&nbsp; "You didn't have that beard the last time I saw you, Sam, nor such broad shoulders.&nbsp; I'm glad to see the pox didn't scar that face of yours."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unbridled Power (Silvestine + Eyeomancer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>18-06-2007, 00:40:52</strong>
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				He looks down at the woman, amazed by her beauty. He almost didnt hear the words she spoke until they were but whispers on the wind, but they startled him out of his stupor. She knew him? His face creased as he sought to recall how she knew him. The scruff on his face could hardly be called a beard, but that would place him back at the village. He couldnt recall seeing, or bedding, anyone like her before. So how would it be that she knew him? He turned his full attention to her.<br><br>"I...I..dont understand? You knew me as a child? You like no older then I, or any of these hounds of yours." He says, motioning to the two other hunters.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unbridled Power (Silvestine + Eyeomancer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>18-06-2007, 16:10:59</strong>
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				"Of course I know you, my dear Sam.&nbsp; I visisted your village once, offering what aid I could, when the Westers Plague came through the northlands, almost ten years ago now.&nbsp; I have a memory for faces, you see, and once I realized we were following on your trail, I reviewed my memories carefully to prepare for this encounter.&nbsp; I did not expect you to surrender, as a matter of fact," Lorien said, letting aside for the moment the question of her age, which she had no intention of answering at all.<br><br>Perciss and Ardneh approached, but stayed a respectful distance away from the diminutive woman.&nbsp; <br><br>"If you will simply close your eyes, I will weave a door to the Tower of Art, and we can be done with this.&nbsp; You'll have a bed to sleep in, and we'll see about getting some hot food in you, and you won't have to be afraid of beind hunted down any longer."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unbridled Power (Silvestine + Eyeomancer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>18-06-2007, 22:29:31</strong>
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				Now that sounded like a trick if hew knew one! Sure, close his eyes, that way he wouldnt be able to see the knife coming. Or a magic spell. Or something else entirely. He could sense the magic, the draw on the power, beforre they would caste, but not the draw of a blade. But her words held more truth to them then he cared to admit - he rememberd the plague well. He had lost two brothers to it before any aid had come. But he was young then. Perhaps she did look familiar?<br><br>A moments more pause. "I can do nothing but trust you." He responds, closing his eyes and standing motionless, waiting for the lights to go out for good.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unbridled Power (Silvestine + Eyeomancer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>19-06-2007, 15:08:57</strong>
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				Rather than go out, there was light, a single, glorious flash, as Lorien drew upon power from within, shaped it with words and will, a greater flow than he'd felt coming from either hunters, or had drawn upon himself.&nbsp; <br><br>When next Sam opened his eyes, he was in a room, a stone room lit by a fireplace and candelabra, a room covered in thick carbet and decorated with ornate furniture of rich teak.&nbsp; There was a bed, a table and matching set of chairs, a silver tray laden with fruit, bread, and cold cheese and a mug of ale.&nbsp; There was, however, no door, no window, no visible means of escape.<br><br>There was also her.&nbsp; Lorien.&nbsp; She was in the room with him, seated at one of the chairs and poking up the fire.&nbsp; "That was very brave of you, Sam.&nbsp; Thank you for trusting me, and for making that go as smoothly as it did."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unbridled Power (Silvestine + Eyeomancer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>19-06-2007, 15:41:53</strong>
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				He quickly studies the contents of the room and soon realises that there would be no escape from it, short of tearing down its walls. Whether or not that was within his power he had yet to see for he had never attempted such a thing. The food on the table did look appetising but he refrained from eating it. The woman, Lorien, was in the room with him and he studies her cooly, pushing away any thoughts of her attractiveness.<br><br>"I wasnt left with much choice. It was this or death, and quite frankly, i dont want to die anytime soon."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unbridled Power (Silvestine + Eyeomancer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>19-06-2007, 16:02:07</strong>
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				"But you are going to be killed, Sam," she said, looking up at him from the newly roaring fire.&nbsp; "There is only one penalty for a wilder mage like yourself, and that is to be executed and have your soul bound forever inside a planar prison.&nbsp; By surrendering, you will merely receive the formality of a trial before this comes to pass."<br><br>Lorien stood, and came before Sam.&nbsp; The top of her head barely cleared his shoulders, so she stood on the tips of her toes to place her hands on his cheeks and look up into his eyes.&nbsp; "You will be killed because, long ago, our Order decided that it would control all magic in this world.&nbsp; Some did it because of the harm and devastation the untrained and unregulated could wreak, and our survival would always depend on the good will of the people from whom we come.&nbsp; Some did it because, like all men, it was a means of control and power over others.&nbsp; But whatever the reason, it has been our way for a thousand generations, and you are going to be ground beneath the weight of our tradition.<br><br>"Unless," she said, and her voice trailed off as she gazed at the young man.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unbridled Power (Silvestine + Eyeomancer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>19-06-2007, 18:47:49</strong>
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				Her touch sent shivers through his body. But he could also sense the power that she could posses and wield. And he knew that the words she spoke were true. But her last word caught him. Unless? What did she mean by that? He wasnt very up-to-date on the policies and whatnot of the Magi and being a peasant meant he interacted with them very little. Surely she would know that he would fight to escape with everything he had if it meant a death sentance.<br><br>"Unless?" He asks, trying to get her to reveal whatever it was that she was holding back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unbridled Power (Silvestine + Eyeomancer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>19-06-2007, 19:08:16</strong>
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				"Unless you were no longer rogue.&nbsp; It is unprecedented that one as old as you to be brought into the Order, but I believe it could be done.&nbsp; If there was someone willing to sponsor you, to take responsbility for you, to train you and mold you into the kind of wizard that would not threaten us.&nbsp; Someone with enough influence to force the tribunal to suspend the sentence of death contingent upon your dutiful attention to a Magi's instruction. . ."&nbsp; Again, she trailed off, but began to pull down Sam's handsome, unshaven face down towards hers, upturned lips parted softly.<br><br>"Become my apprentice, Sam.&nbsp; Let me train you, and it will save your life."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unbridled Power (Silvestine + Eyeomancer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>20-06-2007, 01:55:39</strong>
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				He nearly froze as she pulled his face down towards hers. But his ears were tuned to her words. He did not know the Order of the Magi, nor one that would hold influence over them, let alone some one who would be willing to train him. From what he did know, NO ONE trained a Wilder, especially one past 13 summers of age. He was well past that and had killed a man - maybe more - because of his wild magic. But did it seem like he had a choice with this matter? With all the Magi around - he thought he knew where he was - there would be little hope or chance for his escape. What did he have to risk anyways? His lips were mere inches from hers. "Yes..." he responds, not needing to explain his thinking.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unbridled Power (Silvestine + Eyeomancer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>21-06-2007, 15:59:03</strong>
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				Even though Lorien whispers so softly that Sam must strain to hear her, they are close enough by now that the warm breath of her words caresses his face like a trailing wisp of silk.&nbsp; "And I accept you as my apprentice.&nbsp; The boy I knew is gone, and I see before me a very fine specimen of a man.&nbsp; Do we eat before, or after, my darling Sam?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unbridled Power (Silvestine + Eyeomancer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>21-06-2007, 17:52:36</strong>
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				Was this really happening or was this some spell she had caste on him? Either way, if he had met her in a Tavern or some such, he wouldnt have minded spending the night with her. "After..." He murmurs, barely moving before his lips were pressed against hers. His hands instinctively came up to hold on her hips as his tongue darted out between his lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unbridled Power (Silvestine + Eyeomancer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>21-06-2007, 17:58:04</strong>
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				Her taste was sweet, unidentifiable, some juice on her lips that gave that hint of color one more tantalizing layer, layered upon the smell; light and fair like berry juice, all sensations that crash down on Sam as he kisses her.&nbsp; She responds, pressing her small body against him, hips settling neatly into his hands as she rubbed provocatively against his thigh.<br><br>"Yes," Lorien said.&nbsp; "Yes, that's nice."&nbsp; She kissed him then, licking a circle around his mouth before drawing his tongue into her mouth and sucking on it, even as her arms went upon his shoulders and fingertips lighter than butterfly wings traced his collarbone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unbridled Power (Silvestine + Eyeomancer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>21-06-2007, 18:28:34</strong>
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				His arms slip around her waist, pulling her closer to him, their bodies pressed together as his hand rests on the small of her back. He sucks and nibbles on her lower lip as they kiss, his growing hardness starting to press in his leather pants. He found her to taste sweet, like a berry. He found it intoxicating. The experiance, while not new, seemed new with her. He found himself becoming extremely aroused by it all, the tension from his most recent ordeal starting to flood out of his body as his mind began to focus on what was at hand. Any thought that perhaps the only reason she wanted to save him was because she had, somehow, somewhere fallen for him had escaped his mind. He hadnt fallen for her but was rather acting on an oppurtunity that had presented itself. Most guys would not back down from a very attractive woman who was eager to share her bed with you. Though perhaps this was a little more then a simple 'night out'.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unbridled Power (Silvestine + Eyeomancer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>24-06-2007, 15:32:45</strong>
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				Step by step, the small woman steps backwards, to the bed, her supple hands at work on his belt, unknotting the cord and slipping along the lines of his hips and waist to taste with light fingertips the firm, musclar flesh beneath. . .and to free his growing hardness from his trousers.&nbsp; The trail left by her fingertips carries with it the sensation of warmth, a pleasurably tingling not unakin a low grade electric current.<br><br>"Hands on education is best, don't you agree?" Lorien whispered.&nbsp; "Eromancy is a branch of enchantment, developed to enhance the experience of mutual lust and attraction.&nbsp; The spell, called <em>Hands of Pleasure</em>, you can feel the effects of yourself.&nbsp; Do you like it, my pupil?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unbridled Power (Silvestine + Eyeomancer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>26-06-2007, 20:53:14</strong>
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				Her fumbling with his belt and the warm sensations emitting from her touch were enough to get him rock hard by the time his pants were unbuckled. His ten inches of thick man-meat was up and ready for whatever she would bring to him. His own hands had slid under her shirt as she walks backwards towards the bed, moving up to cup and caress her breasts, thumbing over her nipples. He nods his head to her words, murmuring softly "Yes..." to both her questions, more intent on the feelings of lust that were consuming his body then learning a lesson.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unbridled Power (Silvestine + Eyeomancer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>27-06-2007, 18:07:28</strong>
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				Eyes flicker downward as Lorien reclines back on the bed, peeling herself away from Sam and letting her open shirt cover her tiny breasts, but reveal an unbroken line of white, smooth flesh from her collar to her belly, tan like the skin of a chestnut.&nbsp; Her expressive lips twitched, smiling.&nbsp; "Mmmm, Sam.&nbsp; You *are* a big boy now, aren't you?&nbsp; Want to see what the Hands feel like if I give that a tug, my lad?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unbridled Power (Silvestine + Eyeomancer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>28-06-2007, 23:21:08</strong>
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				He looks down at her exquiste body, a shy smile crossing his face as she speaks. His cock hangs out of his pants, which have slipped to his ankles. It points straight at her, slightly off to one side, and reveals his clean shaven balls. He nods his head at her offer. "Yes. I think i would. Mistress." He says with a grin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unbridled Power (Silvestine + Eyeomancer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>29-06-2007, 17:32:56</strong>
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				"I don't think that will be a problem," Lorien said, as she sat up.&nbsp; Her tunic fell completely open, and he could see the small, firm breasts his hands had only caressed before, their nipples a light brown color.&nbsp; She reached out, and cupped Sam's balls, spreading that wonderful tingling sensation into his sac, and added a bit of a squeeze.&nbsp; "Can you see the weave of the spell around my hands, Sam?&nbsp; I left it visible, if you've trained yourself to see the lines of power."&nbsp; And then she added a wicked grin.&nbsp; "Or can you concentrate on anything right now besides how good its going to feel when I start touching your cock?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unbridled Power (Silvestine + Eyeomancer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>29-06-2007, 17:39:16</strong>
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				He shakes his head. Other then the past day or so, he hadnt come across anyone else with magic. He hadnt trained himself in its use either, to say the least. It truly was unbridled, wild, power that he possesed. It was crafted the only way he knew, through raw emotions and adrenaline. He lets out a soft moan of pleasure as she cups and squeezes his balls, his eyes transfixed on her breasts. This was an entirely new experiance for him. "I cant...see it." He murmurs, pulling his shirt off to leave himself naked before her. His muscled, farmers body was bared to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unbridled Power (Silvestine + Eyeomancer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>30-06-2007, 13:43:32</strong>
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				"We really will have to start at the beginning.&nbsp; Oh well."&nbsp; Lorien shrugged, and moved her supple hands to Sam's engorged manhood, where it seemed that the sensations magnified in intensity a hundredfold as she face his shaft a stroke, another, slow, torturous.&nbsp; "Are you sure you wouldn't even like to try to look?"<br><br>Her eyes shone with mischief as she asked the question, even as she gave a little shuddering sigh to see his finely chiseled body unclothed.&nbsp; She licked her lips, imagining how good he would taste.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unbridled Power (Silvestine + Eyeomancer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>02-07-2007, 03:20:07</strong>
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				Another soft sigh, a moan, of pleasure escapes his lips as she takes his cock in hand more forecefully, the sensations flooding into his cock. If he wasnt too careful and watched himself, he might blow a load right then and there. It took him a minute to realise she had asked him another question and he slowly drew his eyes away from her breasts. "I am your pupil." He responds, seeing something spark in her eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unbridled Power (Silvestine + Eyeomancer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>02-07-2007, 15:38:03</strong>
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				Her chuckle, low and deep, was in his ear as she brought her lips to the tip of his engorged shaft.&nbsp; "Perhaps not quite yet.&nbsp; I hate wasting instruction, and you wouldn't remember anything I said to you right now, anyway."&nbsp; Lorien kissed the tip of Sam's cock, a little dart of tongue against the slit to lap up his precum.&nbsp; "I won't leave you unsatisfied, but here's the condition."&nbsp; She disrobed completely, revealing a body, smooth and creamy and white, with shaved mons and parted lips, pert breast and toned thighs.<br><br>Cupping her sex, with one hand, the second continued to stroke him.&nbsp; "You don't get to put that here until you can see the weave.&nbsp; You'll have to make do with this," another smooth, quick double stroke.&nbsp; "Or this," and a kiss again on the tip, "until you can master this basic skill.&nbsp; Now I think you should lie down, and let me pleasure you.&nbsp; My poor boy has been through a lot, hasn't he?&nbsp; And it just so happens I can give very fine succor, which is a great word, isn't it?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unbridled Power (Silvestine + Eyeomancer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>02-07-2007, 20:44:24</strong>
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				His eyes rake over her body as it is revealed to him, though his eyes have lone been glazed over with lust. He quickly steps out of his pants, pooled around his ankles, and hops up onto the bed and lays down as she commands. The bed, he found, was extremely comfortable, but perhaps that was because he was used to sleeping in barns and in alleys for these past few weeks. But his attention lasted only a few minutes on the bed before returning to the magic of her touch and his own harndess, now laying flat against his belly. "It is." He murmurs in response, not wanting her to stop.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unbridled Power (Silvestine + Eyeomancer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>02-07-2007, 20:51:26</strong>
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				<em>This will be easier than I thought</em> Lorien mused to herself.&nbsp; <em>He's has more power in him than in the Great Rings of Binding.&nbsp; So much power, and he melts for a simple spell and the promise of his lusts fulfilled.&nbsp; Once I train him up, he'll be just the weapon I need.&nbsp; Yes, this was a stroke of luck, finding this beautiful, useful boy. . .</em><br><br>"Strong Sam," she said, running her hand across the rippling muscles of his abdomen.&nbsp; "Strong, silent Sam," she said, as she took his cock in a double-fisted grip, and began to work it, up and down, in smooth, even motions.&nbsp; She bowed her head, and let her hair fall in a soft brown wave over his thighs, making a veil as her lips went around the swollen head of his prick.&nbsp; Just feathery light strokes with her lips, little licks with her tongue, and the constant sensations emanating from her hands.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unbridled Power (Silvestine + Eyeomancer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>02-07-2007, 21:00:37</strong>
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				He lets out another soft moan as she takes him with two hands, feeling more sensations cascading from them. If he had known what one could do with magic, maybe he could have stayed hidden better, while also seducing more girls then most men would ever see in their lives. He imagined that the magic she was using could also be used on her. To a lowly peasant girl, ignorant of magic, he would truly have seemed to have 'Magic' hands when it came to the female anatomy. As it was, her hair cascading down around him, it was all he could do to restrain his usually dominant self. He gasps faintly as he feels her lips wrap around the head of his cock, his legs spreading instinctively to give her better access to his clean shaven region.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unbridled Power (Silvestine + Eyeomancer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>02-07-2007, 21:10:06</strong>
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				A laugh, muffled by the object in her mouth, came as she saw him open his legs, and present his shaved sac for her.&nbsp; Well, it was his treat, for now, no sense in not giving him what he wanted.&nbsp; A hand moved down to the smooth testes, rolled them, cupped them, gave the skin a gentle tug, even as she continued to stroke and lick.&nbsp; She'd done this before, it was plain.&nbsp; Lorien seemed quite willing to take her cues from same, try different things to see how he responded, and give him the things he liked.&nbsp; She did wonder about the shaved parts of him, why he took the time and trouble to make that part of himself free of hair, but shrugged, figuring to ask about it in time.<br><br>"Do you want it slow or fast, Sam?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unbridled Power (Silvestine + Eyeomancer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>02-07-2007, 21:13:26</strong>
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				Her hand feels cool on his balls, though the sensations sparking from his hands make it more then pleasureable. He takes a few moments before responding. She was experianced, that much was obvious, and she seemed to like being in control of the situation. Probably a dominant personality, especially given her so called rank. He nods his head. "Slowly." He wants it to be drawn out, to make his orgasm that much more powerful and releasing. Given how his day had gone, he thought he deserved it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unbridled Power (Silvestine + Eyeomancer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>02-07-2007, 21:18:50</strong>
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				"Alright," she said, and leaned back.&nbsp; She brought her legs up, bent at the knee, and crossed her ankles, as if she was lying on a bed of grass in some peaceful meadow, daydreaming.&nbsp; The veil was pulled back over her shoulders, so that he could see the leisurely way she took him in her mouth, pulling down on his shaft as her mouth rolled over and she began to take him just to the back of her throat.&nbsp; He was bigger than the men she usually enjoyed, she couldn't suck all of him at once, but she could very well make do with what she could.&nbsp; And just as languidly, she slid up, until only the tip was between her lips.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unbridled Power (Silvestine + Eyeomancer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>02-07-2007, 21:39:56</strong>
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				He always enjoyed a woman who was willing to bring him the upmost pleasure. One who was eager to do as he asked while not making a big deal out of it. He was sure there would be something asked of him in return, but for now he was content. The thoughts of his potentially impending doom were tucked at the back of his mind while he focused on the sensations she was causing through him. He watches as she takes as much as his cock as she can into her mouth, though its size and girth made sure some of it remained beyond her reach. He was happy to see that, at least. It meant she wasnt as familiar around a cock as, say, a prostitute was. He braces his weight on his elbows, his abs tigthening too, so that he is laying back as if on a couch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unbridled Power (Silvestine + Eyeomancer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>02-07-2007, 21:54:37</strong>
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				<em>You're not thinking about anything at all right now, my apprentice, are you?&nbsp; You're lost in the moment.&nbsp; Focused on what's happening to your body.&nbsp; Will that make you easier to control, or harder?&nbsp; &nbsp;You like being in control, but you will learn why even the Masters of this tower fear me.&nbsp; I will break you if I have to.</em>&nbsp; So went her thoughts, but nothing of her designs showed on her face.<br><br>When Lorien offered Sam the choice of slow of fast, it was an offer made in earnest.&nbsp; She seemed willing to take an hour, if it took that, or two, or more, sucking and stroking, fondling, licking, doing all of the things his body language and moans told her brought him pleasure.&nbsp; Her eyes on his brought a smile to her lips.&nbsp; He watched her sucking him, and she watched him watching her, and smiled as she saw how much he enjoyed watching his oral attention.&nbsp; Her hand now slipped down even further than his shaved balls, to the space between his legs where light fingertips stroked the perineum.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unbridled Power (Silvestine + Eyeomancer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>02-07-2007, 21:59:03</strong>
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				Normally he would be pressing her head down around his cock, making her choke on it if she couldnt take it smoothly into her throat. As it was, the combined forplay and magic were bringing him closer to the edge then a normal girl would have been able to get him in the same amount of time. It wouldnt be long now before he climaxed. His cock was rock hard as she sucked on it, his balls churning under her touch. His body began to grow tense as his orgasm built in the base of his cock, his eyes darting to her briefly. What she was thinking he had no clue. He did know things would be very different after this night.<br><br>His hands ball into fists, clenching at the bed sheets as he climaxes. He moans in pleasure as his cock pulsates and swells, desposting his stick seed into the back of her mouth as he cums. It lasts several seconds and only then can he begin to regain his breathe.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unbridled Power (Silvestine + Eyeomancer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>03-07-2007, 16:31:33</strong>
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				Lorien was surprised by Sam's ejaculation; she'd planned to pull back and catch his seed in her mouth, but his little thrust pushed it towards the back, and it choked her, just a bit, before she could adjust her breathing.&nbsp; Sam saw an irritated flash in her eye, but it melted away almost as soon as it came, and she received what he gave her, milking with a firm, upstroking hand to empty him out.<br><br>When Sam's passions had spent, Lorien rose up from the bed, and made her way to the table, discreetly passing a linen napkin over her lips before turning back to Sam with a smile.&nbsp; "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself."&nbsp; She picked up his tunic, gave it a ginger sniff, and then smiled, as if she found something enjoyable about the scent of his sweat and travels.&nbsp; Slipping the garment over her head, it hung around her petite body like a dress, reaching her mid-thighs.&nbsp; She sat, and took a sip of water from the pitcher.&nbsp; "I imagine you have a few questions.&nbsp; For the duration of this meal, I will answer them, to the best of my ability.&nbsp; After you've eaten, I will leave, and inform the Tribunal what is going to happen to you.&nbsp; They will not be pleased, but they will bend to my wishes in this.&nbsp; I will see to it.&nbsp; After that, I will come back, and move you into more permanent quarters."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unbridled Power (Silvestine + Eyeomancer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>10-07-2007, 16:02:37</strong>
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				He sat up on the bed, apparently comfortable being naked, even in front of a stranger. He nods his head. He felt more relaxed now but he still had some questions to ask. He imagined all of his questions wouldnt be answered so he paused for a few moments, sorting them out, trying to put them in order of importance. If things went well, as she assured him they would, some of his questions would be answered later. His cock was already returning to its normal size.<br><br>"Easy enough, i think. Well, i suppose i've got a few questions i'd like answered. First of all, where am I - where are we?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unbridled Power (Silvestine + Eyeomancer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>12-07-2007, 15:18:42</strong>
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				"We are in the House with No Doors, which is a fancy title for a waterfront home I bought and. . .ahh. . .modified in Buriel. It's my home away from the Tower."&nbsp; Sam might well have known Buriel.&nbsp; A quiet fishing village that had grown into a busy trading port, nestled in the crook between river and sea, it was some hundred miles south of his homeland.&nbsp; "I have no official capacity in Guild business here; there's an adjunct assigned to the city council, and a school and safehouse as official arms of the Order, but I had enough foot traffic to my door that I felt the need to make a few alterations for my privacy when I was here.&nbsp; There's no way in or out of the house or between rooms but through magic."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unbridled Power (Silvestine + Eyeomancer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>30-07-2007, 23:37:11</strong>
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				He nods his head. Practically a prison to some one who didnt posses magic then. Which meant he would be trapped in this room until her learned how to move between rooms and leave its vicinity. He could only imagine the surprise a passerby would have when some one came walking out of a seemingly solid wall in a door-less house. <br><br>"That makes sense i suppose. Hmm...i am sure there will be people who disagree with your plans for me. Won't any of them try to kill me even under your...care?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unbridled Power (Silvestine + Eyeomancer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>01-08-2007, 20:29:34</strong>
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				Lorien shrugged.&nbsp; He might have asked about the local climate, rather than the issue of his life and death.&nbsp; "That was two statements and a question.&nbsp; The second statement is true.&nbsp; What I've done is unusual to the point of unprecedented.&nbsp; But as I like to point out, precedent had to be new at some point.&nbsp; But yes, there will be people&nbsp; that will disagree with me in the strongest possible way.&nbsp; And yes, these people may try to eliminate you.&nbsp; That is part of the reason we have to get you as good as we can as fast as we can, to prepare you in case something should come at you when I was away or unaware."<br><br>The seemingly young woman waved a hand, and the tunic she was wearing melted away, changing into a set of plain, serviceable cloths of rough cotton, such that a porter or a shorehand would wear for a day's work.&nbsp; "I can't help but think that I'm forgetting something, but doubtless it isn't important.&nbsp; Can you make yourself comfortable for the next little while as I go make the necessary arrangements?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unbridled Power (Silvestine + Eyeomancer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>01-08-2007, 22:18:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He nods his head. Survival of the fittest indeed! It seemed like he was going to have to adapt, and fast. He hoped it wouldn't just prolong his death for a few weeks. What she said was true though. Things had to change. He could look out for himself - he had learned to over the past few months - to watch out for any assassination attempts. The more he thought about it, the more he sounded like a Prince of the Land or something. Ironic. <br><br>"Any chance of a hot bath and clean clothes? Its been a while since i've experianced either." His nakedness was starting to get a little uncomfortable now that he was thinking about his current situation. He had come a LONG way in a matter of hours. He wasn't entirely sure why events had played out the way he had, but he would make the most of them for as long as he could/
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Unbridled Power (Silvestine + Eyeomancer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>09-08-2007, 03:23:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Certainly," she said.&nbsp; A small hand fished in a pocket of her trousers, and took out a simple white stone, like the kind one skipped across the lake.&nbsp; The archmage closed her eyes, bringing the hand wrapped around the stone up to her forehead for a moment.&nbsp; It seemed that Sam felt. . .something. . .flicker or shift in the room, something that brushed against his skin like a breeze.&nbsp; She opened her eyes, and placed the stone on the table, near the food and drink.<br><br>"Touch that stone and you'll move between this room and a bathroom here in the house.&nbsp; It will come with you.&nbsp; Touch it again to come back here if you want to sleep, and you'll find some things in your size laid out on the bed."&nbsp; She smirked.&nbsp; "Anything else?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Unbridled Power (Silvestine + Eyeomancer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>09-08-2007, 22:28:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmm..." He says, looking at the stone. He had felt something...the power of the magic, he guessed...when she had touched it. Everything around him had the smell of magic to it, in one way or another, almost tainted by it. "Yes, actually. Two things, really. What am i going to do for food and when and where will i being my, uhm, training?" He might as well get all the answers out of her that he could before she departed. He always felt better knowing a little about what his future might hold for him then being left totally unaware.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Unbridled Power (Silvestine + Eyeomancer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eyeomancer</strong> on <strong>12-08-2007, 17:17:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lorien smiled at Sam and ruffled his hair.&nbsp; It could have been meant affectionately, or it could have been condescending, as she would give attention to a favorite pet.&nbsp; "Men.&nbsp; If you're not thinking with your loins you're thinking with your stomachs.&nbsp; The food I left laying out should be enough to last you until I get back, and the answer to the second will come to you in good time."<br><br>With that, she walked towards the wall, not stopping even when it seemed that she was going to crash into it.&nbsp; But instead, just before her nose would have been flattened by an exposed wood strut, the wizardess simple. . .passed through, leaving Sam alone in the bedchamber.
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