Kaer Morhen: IC - Bedrooms
<h1 id="title">Elliquiy Role Playing Forums</h1>
		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Exotic Small Groups =&gt; Topic started by: Primarch on 06-01-2017, 00:09:56</h2>
		<dl id="posts">
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Kaer Morhen: IC - Bedrooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>06-01-2017, 00:09:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">Kaer Morhen: IC - Bedrooms</span></span></span><br>(http://www.pcgamesn.com/sites/default/files/Unicorn.jpg)<br><br><em>Each Sorceress &amp; fully trained Witcher enjoy the luxury of some personal space<br>Spread throughout the Castle, they vary wildly in both space &amp; design. While most Witchers favour simplicity, the Sorceresses often use magic to create their ideal place of rest.<br>Make no mistake however, regardless of where you go Kaer Morhen is rarely a place of rest.<br>If only the walls had ears.</em></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Kaer Morhen: IC - Bedrooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vlexia</strong> on <strong>10-01-2017, 05:53:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://staticdelivery.nexusmods.com/images/110/60908-1344059166.jpg)<br><br><div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i1120.photobucket.com/albums/l498/Nybris/28fdcf6d-d309-4bf6-9906-b7455b5cab6b_zpsd4dvxswe.jpg)</td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><div style="display: block;" class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" style="display: block;" class="spoiler_header">Clothing</div><div class="spoiler_body">Naked under a gold robe with a black velvet design threaded throughout</div></div></div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><strong>Name</strong>: Bellatrix<br><strong>Location</strong>: Karen Morhen - Personal Bedroom---&gt; Bath House<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Lucrezia<br><hr><hr><br>The late afternoon turned as the sunlight waned, its lunar brethren taking over the darkening sky as evening settled in. With winter just around the corner, it seemed like this time had grown exceptionally cooler with each passing day. Bellatrix was currently in her bedroom, a lavishly decorated place high up in the tower with a balcony and east-facing windows that one could see for miles out. It was polished with rich deep woods, cherry blends, dark emerald green curtains trimmed with gold fanned the floor to ceiling windows, paintings lined the walls, warm rugs covered the hard floors, and black sheets were always on her large bed. It smelled of her: roses, fire, and sugar, a sweet and delicate perfume that hung heavily in the air. It was a luscious place, and very different from the other bedrooms in Kaer Morhen as she copied, purchased, and imitated the colors and feel of her home back in Zerrikania, a hot place, so different from these frigid Northern Lands, with scorched sands, spicy chilies, exotic colors, and dark dusty skinned people. <br><br>All around her were candles lit, glowing her in a golden radiance that only made her natural beauty more splendid and magnificent, but now was not the time to focus on such things, especially since she and Mael were avoiding each other. Now she used such light to read over the letter she now held in her hand:<br><br>It detailed an interesting request by Hereward III, the Duke Prince of Ellander, a very familiar family to Bellatrix, that was composed with a very deliberate and exquisite hand. The paper was fine, lightly scented of lavender, and marked beautifully, displaying the young man's wealth he inherited from his father; a wealth that could host an annual masquerade ball for the local nobles, but could not hire soldiers to deal with a pair of mated and nesting griffins on his grounds. In the letter he offers a lucrative contract for the removal of the beasts, as well as invitations to the ball afterwards as his honored guests where he, privately, will give Bellatrix something she had sought out for years.<br><br>It was an heirloom to the family, but a seemingly useless trinket to the young Duke who saw no monetary value in it. Bellatrix, however, knew the age of the crystal and exactly what to do to make it powerful. To her, the gold was nothing when compared to the crystal, and thus something she would easily offer to any interested Witchers the following morning after speaking with Lucrezia. <br><br>Slipping the letter inside her robe and against her naked breast, Bellatrix stood up from her lavish bed and walked towards the door. Stepping out into the hallway, she waved her hand once, extinguishing every candle that had been lit in her room, before closing and locking the door behind her. The hallway was much colder than her room had been and very dark with only a few torches in the hallway to light the way. She was currently barefoot, her slender feet balancing on her long toes in an effort to keep as minimal contact to the cold stone floor as possible.<br><br>Walking silently through the shadows, passing the rooms of her fellow Lodge Members, Bellatrix made her way towards Lucrezia's room. She and her friend had a method of unwinding every so often, to discuss things privately and intimately by heading downstairs late at night to the bath house for a long, hot soak. Bellatrix currently held a bottle of fine wine for them to share, leaving the glasses behind for tonight.<br><br>Upon reaching the door, the woman knocked in a way that would tell her friend it was her, and as soon as the door was opened she would pop in, giggling like a child sneaking around and greeting her friend with a quick kiss on her mouth. <br><br>"<strong>Are you ready?</strong>" She asked the other woman with great mirth while holding up the bottle she held with one hand and her golden robe closed with the other. She was already naked underneath. "<strong>I have something very important to show you once we are downstairs..."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Kaer Morhen: IC - Bedrooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>12-01-2017, 02:49:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/4IMACbt.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lucrezia of Beauclair<br><strong>Location</strong>: Kaer Morhen - Bedroom ------&gt; Bath house<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Bellatrix<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Red &amp; gold brocade robe<br><hr><hr><br>The day had been more than it needed to be. Conor's return seemed to have set off something, it changed the entire tone around the castle. Mead in the middle of the day and the sort of drama one only found where there Sorceresses &amp; Witchers or sixteen year old squires &amp; ladies. The boy was a six foot tall cinnamon bun and for all of his naive desires he had somehow become the center of such dramatics. Truth be told Lucrezia was not entirely sure who to blame but lay it out in plenty she would. Well if it didn't calm down within the very near future at least. <em>Very near</em>. <br><br>When she heard the distinctive knock on the door she arched an eyebrow towards the source. Bellatrix had arrived. Rising from her perch the full length of her robe unfolded to the ground and she swept across the stone floor until and eventually a hand emerged from under a drooping sleeve. Though she was not naked under her robe (and she could tell her dear sister of the lodge was the very moment the door opened) the robe did not the less feature what may have been called a severe plunging neckline. Generally she may have worn some golden necklace with a burning ruby to bring attention somewhat higher but it seemed an awful waste as they were only going to the underground baths. <br><br>"<strong>Very ready my darling, lets go.</strong>" she wasted no time. "<strong>But I'm rather sure you've shown me all of that before.</strong>" Despite all the drama of the day she could not stop a smile from breaking out on her face. This was perhaps her favourite part of a day, her trips to the baths with Bella were not rare. What they were however was a chance to sit comfortably, to let tension melt away under hot water. To enjoy some conversation and otherwise appreciate relative peace &amp; quiet. "<br><br>The descent into the bowels of the castle was not rushed for all her eagerness to be there. The night was going nowhere and they would not be disturbed. The baths were Lucrezia's own brain child. The Castle had not wanted for storage space to say the very least and when the building was being renovated and brought up to standard she had set aside all the storage space they had required. The largest room to be used after all of that was put to a better use. Dwarves were brought in, the room was converted and Lucrezia had herself a bath that could easily accommodate two dozen people. Not that it had ever seen anything close to that number. The Witchers themselves were strictly forbidden. This was not public. It was for the Sorceresses and even then the Countess of Toussaint was protective about it. <em>Violently</em><br><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Baths</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://timeslipsblog.files.wordpress.com/2015/03/lagertha-and-ecbert-are-getting-quite-relaxed-with-each-other.jpg)</div></div></div><br>"<strong>I don't know what that little stunt you played today was but it was a <em>mistake</em> and it should not be repeated.</strong>" Lucrezia never threatened Bellatrix, they were much too friendly for that. She may have aggressively advised something on occasion however. "<strong>We are too few and our enemies too many. Any crack could be the undoing of our foundations.</strong>" the words echoed ever so slightly as the Sorceress stepped into her beloved bath house. A pair of fingers took hold of an imaginary thread on her robe and they gave it a pull, as if undoing a seam. Sure enough within a moment she was holding a glowing blue thread, translucent if someone looked closely enough. The thread seemed to spread throughout her robe, dissolving the entire outfit into a magical glow and revealed the smooth, pale skin below. The robe, her velvet shoes and cambric underthings became naught. <br><br>With that out of the way she turned her attention to the room about them. Her center fingers on one hand crossed over, both perched on her thumb, external fingers pointing out as much as she could. "<strong>Ligean solas ann.</strong>" her voice took on that quality that made it sound like there was three of her, that incantation voice. Braziers came to life and gave the room a soft orange glow before the same hand turned towards the currently empty bath. "<strong>A dhéanamh chomh fliuch is mo dheirfiúracha</strong>" It started to fill with water. "<strong>Agus chomh te mar tá mé</strong>" Hot water. Very hot water. <br><br>Bare feet carried her to the far side of the bath before she started to step in, perching her bottom on the shaped stone running the inside of the bath that provided seating. Slowly but surely the water rose and started to cover her form. "<strong>Well come on then, you had something to show me my darling.</strong>"<br><br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Kaer Morhen: IC - Bedrooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vlexia</strong> on <strong>18-01-2017, 04:29:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i1120.photobucket.com/albums/l498/Nybris/28fdcf6d-d309-4bf6-9906-b7455b5cab6b_zpsd4dvxswe.jpg)</td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><div style="display: block;" class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" style="display: block;" class="spoiler_header">Nudity</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i1120.photobucket.com/albums/l498/Nybris/image.jpg1_zps8sz6wvqi.jpg)</div></div></div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><strong>Name</strong>: Bellatrix<br><strong>Location</strong>: Karen Morhen - Bath House<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Lucrezia<br><hr><hr><br>Bellatrix scoffed mightily at her friend's concern over kissing Conor. What the hell wrong could come of it, right?<br><br><em>Right</em>??<br><br>"Arlaine is a fool and Conor is an even bigger one. Who knows? They may even thank me for it, for why else would she run out unless she was desperately in love with the man. And now -he- knows! Why, even now he could be bending her backwards over a desk just for making him wait so long." The sorceress chuckled explicitly before clearing her throat. "Regardless, you are right, as usual. My reckless impulsive nature tends to start more trouble than it fixes. I'll tone it down. For now."<br><br>She gave her friend a wicked wink as they reached their little sanctuary, and as Lucrezia filled the bath with hot water, Bellatrix dissipated her robe, casting it away in a glow of blue, dissolving magic, before dipping her feet in and shivering in delight. <br><br>"My dear, you always seem to do this so perfectly." Once settled, the warm lapping water caressing just above her breasts, Bellatrix flicked her wrist and in her hand suddenly appeared the letter. When Lucrezia entered the water near to her, she handed it over for her to read all about the Duke's offer for the removal of the Griffins at the set price and the crystal Bellatrix so desperately wanted.<br><br>"I plan on offering this job to any of the Witchers tomorrow morning. I will only offer them the gold, they do not need to know about the crystal as that is a private offering for me only. The man is a foolish young Prince who doesn't know the value of this heirloom, and by the time he does it will be too late. My staff will be complete and we will be one step closer to our goal." As she spoke, the woman began to cup the warm water and scoop it over her shoulders with her palms, massaging the warmth into her muscles. "The ball afterwards will be rather festive and interesting, may be able to make a few contacts after they find out how invaluable our witchers were, especially so recently. And besides, we haven't had any fun recently..."<br><br>Bellatrix playfully pouted at Lucrezia as she continued to finish the letter, taking a deep sip from the wine bottle and handing it over once she finished reading. <br><br>"So....any thoughts?"<br>
			</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>