The Witch's Curse [Countdown&Mads]
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				Title: <strong>The Witch's Curse [Countdown&amp;Mads]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mads</strong> on <strong>12-11-2014, 12:26:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://s4.wallippo.com/thumbs/300x250/beautiful-redhead-lass-8072f93c6a630dd4f511d629dd0e4105.jpeg)</div><br>Autumn sat cross legged in the forest. This was her sanctuary, the only place she could really go to practice her magic. She only just learned she had powers, so she was still fairly new and practicing. So far, she could light candles with a simple chant and pick the speed of the wind up, but that's just about all she could do. Right now, she was learning a newer spell, one that could control the flow of lighting. It seemed cool, and it could be handy. She re-read the chant several times before she lit the candles in the small circle she built herself. She folded her hands in her lap and took a deep breath, letting all her thoughts go, leaving her mind blank as she started to repeat the chant she burned into her mind. In her hand she had a lightbulb.<br><br>She failed the first time, but the second time she said the chant, she really focused on the bulb, and it flickered before lighting up. Autumn relaxed and the bulb turned off. She clapped and squealed, feeling proud of herself, but drained as well. She had to be really careful with using her magic, because if she used it too much she got real sick and down, which only happened to her once before she knew she needed to control herself and not use magic too much, it was harder on her the bigger the spells were, which so far she hadn't had to deal with.<br><br>She grinned and after regaining herself a little, she put out the flames to the candles and gathered her materials, heading back to her small home. She lived just outside a small village, she was more of a loner, but she didn't mind. She enjoyed living to herself and not worrying about anyone disturbing her space. She reached her forest home in just a matter of minutes and went inside, placing the items down beside the door as she sighed. She made herself a drink. She curled up in a small chair and rested her head back, relaxing.<br><br>They only just came out with the light bulb invention, by some Edison guy. They were helpful, but costed money which Autumn didn't have a lot of. She worked at the library in the village, but it didn't pay a lot. She felt very tired from using her magic, so she finished her drink and decided to take herself a small nap. She placed her cup in the kitchen and laid out on the couch, grabbing her a blanket and curling up. It was mid-afternoon and she lived close to the sea, so the waves crashing against the sore was very relaxing and soon enough she had fallen asleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch's Curse [Countdown&amp;Mads]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown</strong> on <strong>16-11-2014, 05:15:14</strong>
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				Cursed.&nbsp; All of his life he had been cursed.&nbsp; And for the longest time he hadn't known why people looked at him in an odd way, or why he was picked on or found disgusting by the opposite sex.&nbsp; The only times he had ever been with a woman had been when he had paid them.&nbsp; Sure, for a pirate it was often the way they were with women any ways, but that wasn't the point.&nbsp; What he saw when he looked into the mirror was, well what only he seemed to see.&nbsp; He was handsome, dashing and something to be proud about.&nbsp; From what he could tell this was his curse.&nbsp; Others would only see a vile and disgusting looking person, while he knew what he truly looked like.&nbsp; He also seemed to have horrible luck at times, as if the Gods played against him, Poseidon and all the rest.&nbsp; For the longest time he had sailed the seas, doing what he figured was the only thing he could do.&nbsp; His horrible visage was at least intimidating when it came to keeping his crew in line and squeezing people for information and money, but at times, like his father before him, he wished for a woman to be at his side.<br><br>It wasn't until his father, the night before he passed away, spoke of something that he believed to be nonsense.&nbsp; His father spoke of having been in love with a witch long ago, one that he had ultimately betrayed when he was confronted with a choice of either her or gold.&nbsp; It seems when he had broken this poor witches heart, she had placed a curse on him in her darkest of moments.&nbsp; A curse so powerful that it was to follow his ancestors for as long as he continued to have them.&nbsp; His father had given him a bit of information about where this witch used to live and her name, enough to start searching, but not lead him to her.&nbsp; The thought was that if he could go and convince her to reverse the curse, he might be free of it.&nbsp; Edwin's father had told him that he had thought of doing it himself years ago, but figured that she might just kill him on sight, whereas hopefully she would take pity on him.<br><br>Weeks turned into months, and months turned into years, searching for answers.&nbsp; He had visited the last known place of the woman that placed the curse on his family, but she had died of a broken heart.&nbsp; What was known was that she had had a few children of her own before dieing.&nbsp; It was one of these children that would be his saving grace.&nbsp; Only the blood of the woman that put the curse on the blood of his family would be able to lift it.&nbsp; Made sense.&nbsp; And so he continued to search.&nbsp; It brought him to a small village far from where he normally travelled.&nbsp; It was a land much colder and farther North then he normally liked to travel, but it was where he was told a fiery red-headed fledgling witch could be found.&nbsp; One that was not hunted by her village, on that was named after a season of the year, the one she had been born in.&nbsp; <br><br>It was late in the evening and already a few people had gotten in his way when he had arrived at the port.&nbsp; They weren't going to stop him from getting what he had been searching so long for.&nbsp; Freedom from the curse that kept him a lonely man.&nbsp; And so those few that tried to protect her whereabouts died there on the dock.&nbsp; One man who wasn't too keen on having a witch in their midst seized the opportunity to do away with her considering there was someone here to kill her.&nbsp; Or at least that's what he thought Edwin the Dread Drake Pirate had said he was here for.&nbsp; Slipping off to the library in the village and then off to her own place just outside of the village, she would be fast asleep when he arrived.&nbsp; He was well dressed for a pirate, obviously smart in what he wore, for when you wore such nice things it brought the attention to the horrible face that everyone believed him to have.&nbsp; Of course it also helped to smooth things over, depending on who you were talking to.&nbsp; A pistol on his hip and a rapier on the other, the door to her place was kicked in by his First Mate, Nathan and one of the other lackeys of his ship.&nbsp; <br><br>Entering with his pistol drawn, he was worried about bursting in on a witch.&nbsp; This might be his very doom, but at this point, he was willing to risk it to just be rid of his curse once and for all.&nbsp; His long black hair was thick and shoulder length, some of it out of the pull back style he had it in.&nbsp; He wore a hat, very fitting for a pirate and his icy blue green eyes found her laying on her couch, although with him having just burst in, that most likely wouldn't be where she was for long.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch's Curse [Countdown&amp;Mads]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mads</strong> on <strong>17-11-2014, 21:27:54</strong>
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				Autumn had a weird dream, but lately she had been having weird dreams. It was like it was a message being sent to her, but from a woman she didn't recognize, but she had her face. She was giving Autumn a silent warning, though the young red head wasn't sure what from. She had been having this weird dream for almost a week now and she still couldn't make out what this woman was trying to say, or she still had never found out who this woman was. She didn't have any family, that she knew of. She knew when she was an infant, she was given up for adoption and was adopted into a nice family, so could this woman be the answer to all her questions? Autumn only just recently found out she was a witch, thanks to a psychic. <br><br>Her door being kicked in and broken wood caused Autumn to wake up. She quickly sat up as she was being dragged off the couch two men. "Let me go!" She screamed, trying to wiggle out of their strong grips. She looked up into the eyes of another man. He was handsome, and she blinked, feeling a strange connection to this man, how and why? She didn't know any self harm spells, so that couldn't come in handy right now. "What are you doing? Why are you here?" She asked. She knew of her past with witches, how they use to be burned alive because everyone thought they were dangerous, but not all witches were that way..<br><br>Autumn usually kept to herself and didn't pay attention to anyone else, so why would she be a bother to anyone else?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch's Curse [Countdown&amp;Mads]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown</strong> on <strong>21-11-2014, 01:22:15</strong>
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				Edwin kept his pistol trained on the woman that he found in the wood cabin.&nbsp; A red head?&nbsp; Apparently her family was well known to be gingers so he was hopefully on the right track.&nbsp; She was immediately defiant and it put a bit of a smile on his face.&nbsp; “You're a feisty one aren't you?&nbsp; Hold her steady boys, I have to ask her a few questions before we decide what to do with her...”, he'd say to the two men that had accompanied him to find the woman he had been so desperately been searching for.&nbsp; His eyes looked her over slowly, taking her in.&nbsp; She could be considered a beauty, however not to everyone's tastes.&nbsp; He didn't even know whether they were to his.&nbsp; Edwin had met a few witches before and they weren't exactly the brightest flower in the garden.&nbsp; “Most witches have a lineage.&nbsp; I need to know whether you are the blood of one in particular.&nbsp; Tell me what I need to know and I will take that into consideration with what happens to you next...”.<br><br>He was standing close enough to her that he was out of arms reach, but she could make him out a bit better.&nbsp; A mirror was just off to the side of him and although she had a good look at him dead on, for some reason the curse, the magic that made him look ugly worked in the reverse way.&nbsp; Since she could see him for what he truly was, glancing at him through the mirror would show him differently.&nbsp; “It would most likely be your mother, or grandmother depending on how long she lived, she cursed my family.&nbsp; I'm Edwin the Dread Pirate Drake.&nbsp; The witches family name is Lanavere....”, he had drawn his rapier, the point coming up by her face as he still kept the pistol trained on her, now he was asking her questions and pointing his sword in her face.&nbsp; He was trying to intimidate her.&nbsp; And although he knew the answer deep down, that this woman was the one he was searching for, he was still going through the motions.<br><br>His eyes glancing to the two men that held Autumn, his voice was smooth, which was odd when other people were looking at him because they always saw a horribly disfigured man, especially when it came to face.&nbsp; Most were scared, others were disgusted, but she hadn't made a recognizable expression that he most often saw when dealing with people, especially women up front.&nbsp; He waited for her to answer his enquiry before continuing on, but his pistol was still trained on her and the tip of his blade was playing with bit of her shirt above her left shoulder.
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				Post by: <strong>Mads</strong> on <strong>26-11-2014, 20:36:48</strong>
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				Autumn kept her eyes on the man in front of her. "Why are you here? What have I done?" She asked him, her eyes wide in fear as she watched his pacing and every movement he made. Questions? Questions on what? She didn't know much about her family, so how could she possibly know? She didn't even know her real last name. "I couldn't tell you much, I was adopted when I was just a young child. I don't remember anything." She told him, hoping he'd believe her. How did he even know she was a witch? Did he know about her family line?<br><br>She looked over in the mirror, then back at him. Why did he look like a beast in the mirror? But so handsome here? It had to have been a curse, was that why he was here? So he did know something about her family, but what? She gasped when he aimed his weapons at her. What had she done? The name Lanavere echoed through her head. "I can't help you, like I said I was adopted.." She said, but she seemed like she was thinking. "I can help, though. I just need a spellbook. It will help me channel my ancestors, including my mother or whoever it was that cursed you, they can tell me who I really am and how I can break the curse." She said, but her face fell.<br><br>"I don't have the book though, and I'm not sure exactly where it's at. I can locate it." She said, looking at him.
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				Post by: <strong>Countdown</strong> on <strong>08-12-2014, 02:50:03</strong>
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				Edwin wasn't quite ready for her to offer up as much information as she did.&nbsp; Well, she didn't seem to know much or have much for him, but she offered up her help.&nbsp; Sure, he felt it was probably something to do with the pistol he had trained on her, but it was as if this was something she also needed to do, as if this was the next step in her life, more eager to leave and find this book then one who wanted to stay far away from their lineage.&nbsp; It seemed she had an idea of what she was, what she came from and she was going to help him find the book that apparently had the details within it on how to remove the curse that had plagued him all of his life.<br><br>At first he thought she was going to refuse, saying that she couldn't help him because that name did not ring a bell and that she was adopted, but she apparently was up for getting to the root of the problem.&nbsp; “Your parents did you a great disservice if they never told you who or what you came from.&nbsp; Know this, if you're wrong I'll have no use for you, and things that have no use get tossed like scraps to the dogs...”, he'd simply say as he looked to his crew members.&nbsp; They chuckled and he'd keep his pistol trained on her still since she was still a witch.&nbsp; No telling what she might try, he wanted to keep his eye on her as much as he could.<br><br>“Go, get dressed, right here, in front of us, pack what you'll need for this trip and then we will leave.&nbsp; If you do no comply we will burn your village to the ground and have your people blame you...”, he'd say as he stood his ground.&nbsp; Yes, he was a horrible despicable pirate.&nbsp; At least that was the part he played in all of this because he needed to.&nbsp; Deep down he was a much different person, but if he was going to rid himself of this terrible curse, the one that would keep him lonely forever, he needed to be hard and ruthless, much like any pirate persona should be.&nbsp; He waited with a bit of a snarl on his face, not knowing that the curse was reversed for her because she really was the ancestor of the one that had cursed his family.&nbsp; She saw him for who he was physically, maybe she'd be able to see through the facade of his hard emotional exterior as well?&nbsp; He waited, fully expecting her to come back to this room and strip down and clothe herself in front of him and his crew, not trusting her, wanting to show her his distrust and disregard for etiquette.
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				Post by: <strong>Mads</strong> on <strong>08-12-2014, 05:50:12</strong>
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				Autumn glared at him. How dare he speak so ill mannered of her family, apparently his wasn't so great by how he was acting at the moment, was he always so cranky and rude? She rolled her eyes when he said he'd toss her aside like garbage, no human should be treated this way and she found herself wondering if this was how he treated his crew, if so she couldn't see how they could put up with him. There was just one of him and several of them, surely if he was that bad of a person he'd be long gone by now, but for some reason Autumn could sense he wasn't. She could just tell by looking in his eyes he had a kind soul, but he locked it away. Why?<br><br>He didn't lower his pistol and she was growing anxious with it just aimed at her head. She never liked weapons. Pistols, swords, or anything of the matter, but she wasn't a violent person, either. All thought of her thinking he had humanity went away. He really was a monster and whatever curse her family may or may not have placed on him fit him. He was a beast. She jerked her arm out of the hold of the two men holding her. "Fine. Let me get some clothes." She said, her voice cold as she disappeared into her bedroom. <br><br>She had exited a few minutes later, dropping a small bag by her feet as she held a clean dress in her hands. It was a dark blue color that looked fantastic with her bright red hair and blazing green eyes. Not looking away from the ruthless pirate, she easily slipped out of her dirty dress and kicked is aside, leaving her in just a tight corset and black underwear, her breasts being lifted by the corset, giving them body and making them appear fuller. She stepped into the blue dress and pulled it up, sticking her arms through the long sleeves and buttoning up the front. She put on a pair of black flats and grabbed up her bag and a nearby spellbook. "Let's go. I'll need to perform a locater spell." She said to him, to locate the spellbook she needed to get it done.
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				Post by: <strong>Countdown</strong> on <strong>17-12-2014, 06:34:45</strong>
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				&nbsp;Edwin hadn't quite expected her to be so fiery and defiant but she did end up doing as he asked her to do, or rather threatened her to do.&nbsp; He was only speaking so ill mannered about her family because they had cursed his own for something that had happened between two members a few generations back.&nbsp; It was fear and respect that allowed him to command such a crew for his ship, he was a pirate after all and they weren't necessarily well known for being the nicest individuals.&nbsp; Edwin had also been one of the more skilled swordsmen and pistoleers out of his crew as well, so it was hard to act tough or give him any trouble if he was able to cut you down to size before you could draw your sword to say anything about it.<br><br>It was odd that Autumn could see him, see him for the person that he truly was, inside and out.&nbsp; Of course, he didn't know that she had this insight yet and it would be amusing when he did.&nbsp; For now, he commanded her and his crew, making sure his demands were being met while he trained his pistol on her.&nbsp; The look in her eyes and on her face as he kept his weapons on her was one of disgust, but not because of his face but because of how he was acting.&nbsp; Well, he didn't have to like her and she didn't have to like him, although she was rather attractive.&nbsp; The only problem is that women believed him to be grotesque and horrible looking so he figured she'd never look at him that way.<br><br>A bit of a rotten smile was still on his face as she spoke of getting clothes, exited to grab some and came back, dropping a small bag at her feet before she slipped out of her dirty dress and kicked it aside, leaving her in her tight corset and black underwear.&nbsp; He took note of just how nice she looked in that little outfit as she put on this other dress.&nbsp; He pointed to her with the pistol, “You know, at some point you're going to have to change in front of me and you're going to have to lose all of it, not just the dress you're wearing...”, he'd say now with a devilish grin.<br><br>Hearing her words, he followed her as she seemed to need to cast a locator spell.&nbsp; Most likely that would have to be done outside, so he made sure he had everything and gestured for his crew guys to follow him as he followed her out of her cabin.&nbsp; She had a spellbook in her hands so he was a bit wary.&nbsp; Hopefully she was telling the truth and she didn't know much out of that book or he'd be in trouble if she carried it around all the time like that.&nbsp; He motioned for his guys to take her bag so she could have her arms and hands free aside from the spellbook, to do whatever it was she needed.&nbsp; “Is there anything you need to complete the spell...?&nbsp; Any bodily fluids?”, he'd say with a playful wink as he walked behind her.&nbsp; He couldn't imagine a fine woman like herself being alone with no suitor.&nbsp; This would be an interesting journey, travelling with a beautiful witch to have her finally break the curse on him and his family.
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