500 Kingdoms and 500 Fairytales - The Castle
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				Title: <strong>500 Kingdoms and 500 Fairytales - The Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ordell</strong> on <strong>16-04-2009, 23:37:34</strong>
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				<div align="center"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><span style="font-family: Pristina;" class="bbc_font">[size=9]The Castle[/size]</span><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/42119000/jpg/_42119782_castle1416.jpg)<br></td><td>&nbsp; </td><td><br>Welcome to the Castle of the 500 kingdoms.&nbsp; This castle has high ceilings and windows both clear in rooms and stained glass throughout the halls and open spaces of the castle.&nbsp; It is a two story manner that is home only to Prince Silvanus.&nbsp; The first story is full of the rooms for receiving and entertaining guests including the main hall.&nbsp; Most of the floor is made for servants who used to work including preparing food, drink, etc.&nbsp; The prince has since converted one of the rooms for his personal pleasure when he would steal women from the village for his own devices.<br><br>The second floor has a dozen rooms, the largest belonging to Silvanus which is also the only one which is slightly kept in order.&nbsp; The other eleven rooms are dusty and old and have clearly not been inhabited for some time.&nbsp; Not a soul he has brought into the castle has seen the second story since all his servants left.<br><br>Notes ~<br><br>*Very little fantasy unless granted by one with magical abilities.<br>*The rooms are up for grabs and are for the taking provided the particular guest manages to satisfy whatever needs the prince may have.&nbsp; They would have to deal with the dust and such on their own.<br>*Being that the castle is mostly stone and wood and has been uninhabited for some time with the exception of the prince, there may be creaks and moans of the wood and such starting to break and rot in certain areas.<br>&nbsp;<br></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table>[/quote]<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 500 Kingdoms and 500 Fairytales - The Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ordell</strong> on <strong>06-05-2009, 05:27:58</strong>
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				Just outside the gates of his castle, there was a forest with a particular intruder that peaked Silvanius' interest.&nbsp; She was a blonde woman who he had never once seen in the town before and that alone had peaked his interest.&nbsp; Her form was voluptuous and she had caught his interest in the midst of one of his walks.&nbsp; He was on his way to the town during this twilight time so that he could abduct new prey to satisfy his desires, but it would seem that someone on the other side was looking out for him on this night.&nbsp; Watching the woman who was lost and confused, he licked his lips thinking that nothing could be easier than this abduction.&nbsp; She was practically begging him to take her back to the castle and have his way with her.<br><br>It was all too good to be true, and he figured that maybe using the fakest charm he could muster and convince her with his words to come back with him.&nbsp; He tried to think of the words to say since he was usually known for his taking women by force and not by words.&nbsp; His temper usually got the best of him before he could persuade them with his eloquent speech to come back with him.&nbsp; Maybe he relied too much on his strength, but it got the job done so he never had an issue with it.<br><br>Cutting through the trees and towards her, he smiled as he watched her panic.&nbsp; He made his voice sound calm and relaxed as he approached her.&nbsp; "Are you alright?"&nbsp; She had a look of panic on her face as she heard his voice and turned to see his silhouette in the twilight which made him look a bit intimidating.&nbsp; She took a couple of steps back as her back hit a tree and she curiously asked in a stuttered voice, "w..who a..a.a..are you?"&nbsp; He took a step forward to where she could see his face a little better.<br><br>His ice blue eyes caught her attention and made her feel a little more comfortable as he continued to address her.&nbsp; "I'm prince Silvanius and I reside in a castle not far from here.&nbsp; I could take you there if you like.&nbsp; It's getting dark and it's dangerous to wander these woods at night."&nbsp; He held his hand out to her, motioning for her to take it so that he could lead her back to the castle.&nbsp; Hesitating for a second, she realized that he was probably right and it would be best for her to stay with him not to risk getting lost or worse.&nbsp; She put his hand in his and he smirked, to himself, knowing that now she was his.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 500 Kingdoms and 500 Fairytales - The Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>10-05-2009, 11:17:57</strong>
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				She didn't understand why she was drawn to him, why the rumors of a mysterious Prince in the castle called to her. Why should a Prince interest her? But maybe it had something to do with her missing memories. Maybe.<br><br>Oriana simply followed it, giving way to the impulse as she slipped out of the inn and into the night, her loose green dress flowing around the supple curves of her body as she hummed happily to herself. It didn't occur to the wayward Princess to be worried about being alone at night in the woods. There was simply no fear, no thought of needing to fear. Just that, perhaps, finally, some of the answers she sought might be found. Her pale golden brown hair hung loosely around her, its slightly curled lengths, tiny flyaways surrounding the elegant structure of her cheekbones giving her an almost fae appearance. She was beautiful, but in a way unusual to this land. And she was tiny, a slip of a thing.<br><br>Suddenly a man approached her and she felt her heart flutter, but the moment she heard his voice she stiffen, confused. Something was wrong, something bad was going to happen, his silhouette was menacing almost, promising of darkness. But even as she stepped away from him, stuttering out words he stepped forward and into the light. The connection of her pale jade eyes to his blue ones soothed her, was this who she had come seeking?<br><br>When his hand reached for hers Oria trembled and let him take her own. All she had to guide her was the press of magic, and indeed there was that familiar pressure. But he didn't seem...right. The girl took a step back, trying to tug her hand free, he couldn't be the Prince she sought. "Let go." she said, her eyes large in her face. "Let me go!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: 500 Kingdoms and 500 Fairytales - The Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>06-06-2009, 04:36:40</strong>
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				Where did it all go wrong?&nbsp; Silvanius wonders.&nbsp; What happened?&nbsp; He has rights as a Prince, he has titles, lands, he has STATUS.&nbsp; Women should be flocking to him, his servants should never have left the disloyal wretches.&nbsp; He could, and should, hunt them down and kill them.&nbsp; Except that it would serve no purpose than to cause more fear.&nbsp; And there seems to be plenty going around attached to his name.<br><br>What is it with all these accusations of rape and misogyny?&nbsp; As Lord of the Keep he has rights, and he supposes if he had pushed the issue, the blond Prince could have forced himself on the castle women, but that's for lesser men, men who are insecure with themselves, who need to crush a woman's spirit to show his power over them.&nbsp; He doesn't need to, why he used to have women throw themselves at his feet, just to have a taste of what it's like to be in a powerful man's bed.&nbsp; Now, Silvanius finds that he's sleeping alone, a rather cold and unpleasant way to spend nights, and that he's digging into his siege stores for food.&nbsp; And one can only survive on salted meats and dried fruits for so long.<br><br>He paces around his empty keep, the dust having settled on it long ago.&nbsp; He wipes off a dresser and mirror, staring at the reflection, "So what happened then?&nbsp; Who are they speaking of in my name and in such terror?"<br><br>Sadly, Silvanius has no answer for himself.&nbsp; Having one's enemies fear them is a great thing, but one's subjects?&nbsp; Bad form at the very least.&nbsp; After some more pacing, he stops.&nbsp; Staying inside isn't going to help, so he's going to do what he hasn't done in years.&nbsp; Prince Silvanius is going for a walk, perhaps even to the town.&nbsp; Removing one of the massive swords on the mantle and swinging it easily, he debates taking it with him.&nbsp; But drops it, the six foot of metal clattering loudly, they fear him enough, he doesn't need more problems.&nbsp; Besides, his great, natural strength should avail him.&nbsp; After all, he can lift and toss a warhorse, no other man can do that.<br><br>However, once he went no more than ten minutes from his home, the tall man hears a cry for help.&nbsp; A woman!&nbsp; But what would she be doing alone in the woods?&nbsp; Still, his curiosity gets the better of him and he's veered directly towards the sound.&nbsp; And to his shock he sees a tiny girl trying to get away...&nbsp; From HIM!&nbsp; Except the imposter is across the clearing from him.<br><br>“Halt knave!” Silvanius exclaims, “How are you, and what are doing wearing my face?”<br><br>The counterpart let's the girl go, and turns to face his 'twin', and with a wicked expression and the same wolf blue eyes replies, “Me?&nbsp; But I AM you.&nbsp; The you that you deny, that you hide...&nbsp; I decided I didn't want to hide any more.&nbsp; So I didn't!”<br><br>“So it's you that's been tarnishing my name, foul liar,” Silvanius growls and flexes his powerful hands, but his counterpart laughs.<br><br>“No lies, just me having a bit of fun.&nbsp; The break so easily, and besides there's plenty of us to go around, isn't there?&nbsp; Why not take what we want?&nbsp; We have the capacity for it!”&nbsp; He makes a lewd motion with his hips.&nbsp; Then they circle around, the girl in the middle of them, but before Silvanius can make a move the imposter explodes in a shower of leaves!<br><br>“But now...&nbsp; I'm bored, time to go and play some other day!&nbsp; AHAHAHAHAhahahahaha...” The laughter fades into the woods and the real Prince snarls in almost feral manner.&nbsp; Taking a deep breath, 'The Beast' looks down at the scared girl and then turns away, calling behind himself, “My castle is this way, there's not much but you can stay there.&nbsp; For now.”<br><br>His every stride radiates barely contained rage.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 500 Kingdoms and 500 Fairytales - The Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 00:35:29</strong>
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				Someone was here. Oriana felt a giddy rush of relief and turned her head, happy when her hand was released. She stumbled back against a tree, watching the two, identical men as they sparred with words. At the lewd motion the girl tilted her head, confused by it. What did it mean? She wanted to understand more, it was such a struggle to hold on to even the most basic of information at times, she wanted her memories back, her common sense. <br><br>She sighed and then blinked in shock when the second man turned into leaves. What mad tale has she stumbled into now?<br><br>When the other man, the true prince she guessed, snarled at her she nodded and smiled. She had found who she sought, her own quest was going well. Even though he seemed angry she was not overly worried as she picked up the skirts of her dress to hasten after him. "Prince? Will you slow down a bit? I fear I'm much shorter then you..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: 500 Kingdoms and 500 Fairytales - The Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 22:55:50</strong>
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				The tall, handsome male practically snarls at her, but she seems to disconcertingly happy.&nbsp; Not happy to be rescued, although there is that, but just...&nbsp; Careless.&nbsp; Or rather brainless.&nbsp; Still, as he slows down for her, there's no real rush and she can probably end up being useful.&nbsp; There's just something disconcerting about the tiny girl.<br><br>The forest thins out near the castle gates, the outer wall is worn and beaten, and not that well kept.&nbsp; And there seems to be definite lack of staff around.&nbsp; After leading his new guest in, he removes the chain that locked the huge metal grate that normally protects the inner keep.&nbsp; It slams down with a shrieking crash, and he idly wonders where they kept the oil and grease for the wheels.&nbsp; His thoughts turn to where his servants went to, then anger at the abandoment, but then to his doppleganger.&nbsp; He's going to have to do something about that lying wretch, whomever, whatever he is.<br><br>Like most castles, this one has no front doors to prevent sieging army easy access to the two story structure.&nbsp; There are also no inner stairwells, instead the way up is open on the left side of the building, with only a man sized holes and doors, limiting access to one person at a time, to help in the defense. The bottom floor has no windows, but murder holes for archers, the second has great panes of glass with etchings and coloured expanses depicting battle and glories of wars.&nbsp; But the sun and dust has dulled them.&nbsp; He leads the girl up to the top floor, barely remembering that she's there, and finds a room farthest away from his own, master's bedroom.&nbsp; Last thing he needs is to have her ask why has has silk bands near the posts built into the large four poster bed.&nbsp; And something tells him she's the curious type, not known for heeding warnings.<br><br>The carved oaken door swings open on creaking, solid yet ornamented joints, inside although small compared to his own room, is a rather wide open chamber with at least 20ft to a side, a large window, with a white rose radiating out, a late sister's room.&nbsp; Inside is a lot of dust, but the bed is large and looks comfortable, there's a dresser with a good sized mirror, a small table for reading, a carpet and tapestries on the walls for holding heat.<br><br>"This is yours, do with it as you like," The dirty blond man says, as his noble attire shows use and age, unlike his fake 'twin' whose clothing looked like new.&nbsp; A pause, then a blunt, "What skills do you have?"
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