ActRaiserTheReturned

Ruin | Advanced NRP

Akk'urad

The Human form of Dakkarmoth stared through his one handed broad sword, seeing into the mortal world through it's ruby eye. . . "Ah. . . most excellent. My serpents may have not lasted long, but they have pleased me more than significantly well with their brief service. The new Chosen One prophesied to have brought about my downfall has been slain in the womb at Tanar Fortress. This has put me in a much better mood." He licked his lips. Within seconds after bragging, the eyeless form of Gunthrey was seen carried into the massive audience chambers of the Lord of Akk'urad. Gunthrey was eyeless, but there was something about his body. It was not a seventy year old man's body, not even an extremely healthy and active old man's body. He looked to be no more than thirty.

The knight captain was throne to the marble steps of the grandiose hall as Lord Dahkkarmoth smirked. "You fought well. You fought for the forces of good and benevolence for all your life, and you served your nation with honor. You thwarted many of my little plans over fifty years, and you were pain in my ass ever since you were old enough to carry a sword. Yet, you probably serve me and in a way, even honor me more than a significant number of my devout. I have plans for you, little mortal. You will hate, and love them both in the same moment that my will is done." The man, not able to see anywhere in particular, spat towards the voice of the God of Pride. Dahkkarmoth had the Vampiric men hold him in their death grip, and Dahkkarmoth walked forward, smirking again. He calmly removed Gunthrey's loin cloth, and restored Gunthrey's eyes as he conjured the two orbs in his hands, and placed them into his sockets again. . .

Gunthrey was confused at what was going on as Dahkkarmoth explained. "Any other pathetic insect that would dare spit on me would be draw, quartered and disemboweled, and forced to live and endless eternity as a mutilated, agonizing creature more wretched than the filthiest mind could comprehend, alone and with no hope. For you, I think it would do you well to be just served a taste at what I can do when I'm only a little annoyed." Dahkkarmoth formed his ordinary right hand into a claw, reaching down Gunthrey's skin, without piercing his body, until the dark god's hand hand arrived towards the groin area. The clawed hand went deep into the flesh, tearing out chunks of flesh, blood and nerves, rendering the now agonized man's body below the waist.

Dahkkarmoth was not done, he withdrew a little vial of green liquid from his robe, and calmly coated the wounds with it, causing a hissing, sweet smelling but enormously irritable feeling and burning, flesh eating sensation to sink all the way into Gunthrey's mind as he shook with terror and torment. "This is not over, little mortal. This may take longer than you have been alive. Yet I have special plans for you." Dahkkarmoth continued as the roars and screams of agony covered the audience hall. "Once I am done with you, you are free to live, to a little place I have left for you here in my little world. You will be free to roam wherever you will, should you choose, and even live a comfortable, or maybe even happy life for yourself once we're done, but not until you have learned to fully submit to my will and grovel before me as the defeated little worm you are." He laughed as Gunthrey could not contain his agonized screams.

"In the meantime, before you leave the Palace, you are to serve your master and mistress Azshra and Gunas. . . they like little mortal men, for food, for. . . recreation, and even. . . pleasure. They should be thrilled to realize that one who has gotten in their way is available for re-education at their very hands. You will serve them with your terror, your pain, and your body, as your flesh will be sweet in not only a living feast, but also for adding a little more spice to their love life."

Ruin | Advanced NRP

What's this about Overkill?

A loving femdom

BrobyDDark said
Please no BDSM jokes. That's a horrible way to loosen your bond with the site.

Sticks and stones may break my bones but whips and chains excite me.

Ruin | Advanced NRP

I made my entrance.

Ruin | Advanced NRP

Tandar Fortress : The Republic Of Keldarna
"It's another quiet day at the Fortress Lord Captain." Lord Guthrey nodded at Sergeant Rommel. It was almost eight in the evening, and most likely, according to Lord Guthrey, there weren't going to be any trouble from law breakers of the marauding bandit sort or even so much as a fanatic Templar zealot's murder of heretics and the like to start any time soon. Guthrey was excessively old for a man in such extremely fine bodily condition, and although he didn't wish to start a fight, he was aching for a battle. He had not been in a war for twenty years. At the age of seventy, Guthrey was well known for winning arm wrestling, body wrestling, and other strength based matches with thirty year olds on a regular basis. The respected elder could and did cut through his enemies, whether armored in full plate or not with a single slash, slicing them in two. He smiled at the memory. It wasn't that he liked people to feel pain or that he liked killing or even fighting, although truth be told, he didn't shy away from a fight. It was just that he was getting bored of not being on the Sea Front. Sea Fronts were where there were battles and exploration. At least here though, here though he would be among friends and those who respected him. He would be among his grown children,and their grown children.

He smiled at the thought. He looked down at the desk he was sitting at and was finished counting his golden coins. Another profitable day of trade with the East. Suddenly, there was a large explosion heard coming from outside the tower. He looked outside, and squinted. . . "Yikes." He could see that a trader's camp was on fire. "This had better not be another bandit raid. I told their leaders I'd have them drawn and quartered down to the last man if this happened again." He was all the way down the tower and out of the Fortress with more alacrity than most people half his age could muster. He grabbed a torch and noticed something very distressing. . . those figures. . . off in the distance. No, he had to come closer. "Dragons? Dragons?!" The red skinned monsters were roaring with triumph as he stated his words with a gasp.

"DRAGONS! DRAGONS!" The screaming came from the trader's camp. Two of them. A male and a female. Azshra and Gunas. Gunthrey quickly took out his Zand steel bastard sword. . . it wouldn't be much use if he was breathed on by their fire, or worse. . . In the camp, there were bodies everywhere. Already over one hundred civilians had been eaten, burned or cut in pieces with the mighty drake's talons. The guards who poured into the camp to protect the survivors were almost overwhelmed with repulsion. The pure arrogance and pride they felt from the monsters mere appearance was revolting. Finally a handful of Zaandites had managed to come out of their beds in order to see the situation with their own eyes. "Damn. This isn't good." The oldest of the five stated the obvious. "These things haven't been seen for millenia."

At the camp, the men were only managing annoying scratches with their bows and crossbows with the finest of Zand bodkins, while the Azshra and Gunas had already taken out over twenty of them with trivial ease. Gunthrey remembered something. He took the alchemical potion from his pouch and coated an arrow with the mysterious looking substance, and fired the arrow at the creature as it breathed fire on the last non flaming tent, and it exploded dramatically and quite brilliantly against Gunas'es face, knocking it clear on it's back. Gunthrey smirked. His grin of victory disappeared however when Azshra noticed where the source of this arrow had come from and the female dragon drove her horned head towards the Captain of the Gaurd. He wasn't going out without a fight.

The old man jumped, onto her head like he was a man in his twenty's out competing athletes his age. Gunthrey landed on her head and slid down just at the back of her neck, and drove the sword deep into her skull. The monster roared with an almost earth shattering cry of pain and agony as it's brain was pierced, and it fell to the ground. By then though, Gunas had noticed what had happened, and was on his feet. Zaandite magicians had arrived to notice with another gasp that the dragon female was still breathing what they hoped would be her last breath. Gunas breathed a massive cone of flame towards Gunthrey, it was too late to run as the honorable warrior's flesh was consumed with the flame, and his bones were turned into ash before the magician's eyes.

The Zaandite's eyes widened further as they saw Azshra beginning to heal her head wound. . . "Alright then." The older Zaandite wizard threw his staff like a javelin towards Gunas, impaling his head. The crystallized staff caused his head to utterly explode. Aszhra screamed at the site of her mate's death. The other mages were already on her before she could finish regenerating from her injury, and their hands were on her, encasing her in a massive bed of ice. The Zaandite wizard's staff was conjured into his hand again. The now helpless dragon was unable to prevent her destruction at the hand of the approaching, almost elderly Human as he climbed onto her head, and drove the staff through the ice, killing her as her entire head just vaporized.

Wide eyed with awe for just a short moment. The gaurds went to the task of putting out the fires. The wizard rejoined his young companions on the ground and sighed. They were elated that this was finally over, and it was evident on their faces. The wizard had an expression on his face. "They aren't dead." They were confused. "What?" He breathed deeply. "Their gone for now. They're technically dead, but they'll be back. It wasn't natural for them to be here. They were taken out of the world centuries ago, and the only way for them to show their ugly presence on the world again. . . is if. . . someone "BROUGHT" them here." The second oldest, a woman who appeared to be around thirty, was paling in her face as her wide eyes expressed terror. "The Lord of Maddening"!

Ruin | Worldbuilding

The Republic Of Keldarna
Keldarna is representative Republic. This nation is odd in that it has not had a monarch or even a sense of monarchy in many centuries. The country possesses a great forest, which covers many counties throughout the country, and even a large portion of three whole provinces. The headquarters of Zaandi, Zaandikhathra, is the central part of the great forest, between four provinces, with a smaller, less consequential city somewhat nearby, called, Zaanthras. Zaandikhathra is a great city, possessing an excess of well over one hundred thousand inhabitants nearing two hundred thousand, and it is home to one of the architectural wonders of the world, Zaandinadrash, the "temple" turned Academy of the Zaandites. Great rivers throughout the nearby provinces supply Zaandikhathra with fresh, clean water, and a nearby mountain is mined for rare mineral ores. Throughout the forest, powerful herbs are foraged for quite often, not only for magical reagents but also just for medicinal concoctions. It is said the finest doctors, alchemists and magicians from the entire world come from Zaandikhathra. (Called "Zand" for short). The head master of the Academy, the Archmage Dalarna, is making plans to expand the Academy's influence somehow, although how this is possible, he isn't telling.

The capital of Keldarna, Cahndara, is a city even larger than Zand, with slightly over three hundred thousand inhabitants. The people wield very fine steel here, forged from the metal ores of the native mountains, said to be capable of slicing through beasts and creatures of myth with ease. Of course, even the warriors with Zand steel and armor would rather not face such creatures anyway, no matter how sharp or durable their metal. The Republic boasts that it's armed forces are as strong as any other, and the people keep the Templars out of their territory with as much zeal as the Templars hunt witches and heretics. There are temples and religions that aren't local to the country that are welcome inside it's borders, and the peace is enforced by both the Prime Minister, Khaldenar, and his Knight Commanders.

On the far western borders there are many extremely profitable cities and boom towns decorating the coast, trading with far off nations and primitives for exotic merchandise, which is then sent East and traded throughout the land mass. There is also a "much" smaller Academy of Zaandi between the Western most provinces of Keldarna and the more populated Central and Eastern areas. One of these larger island nations are petitioning to join the Republic for protection against their somewhat far off but still extremely aggressive and cannibalistic neighbors. This would be a smart move since the cannibals don't want to anger the Republic, as they not only fear their power, but also wish to grow rich from trade. In the Eastern border lands, lie many mountain barriers to the rest of the land mass, while the entrances to the main land are fortified. Further in the Republic, a little to the East, there is a great river, called the Lete River. The Lete River runs from the far north to the southern borders, and eventually runs into the capital, Cahndara half way down the river. A little south of Cahndara is the Republics fertile wine producing regions.

Recently, relations with the Republic of Keldarna have grown so amicably well that there is even a small Zaandi Academy in one of these foreign islands.

*Zand steel is said to be so superior to actual steel in it's quality, that the nations across the waters of the West even have some royalty and aristocracy using Zand steel for their armors and weaponry.

There Is No Comfort But Darkness | No Rest But Living Death

I have never left the dark night of the soul since my child hood

I don't know how to enter unto the morning

I don't drink, as West Coast lyrics song seems to mean by someone having the music inside. But I've been thinking for a long time,, I might as well be. I hardly sleep, and I've gotten few hours of sleep for many years. My self-poisoning is all natural. I'm so tired of feeling like I've lived through a thousand cuts. I've been listening to Lana Del Rey's West Coast about ten times now.

Down on the West Coast, they got a sayin'
"If you're not drinkin', then you're not playin'"
But you've got the music
You've got the music in you, don't you?

Down on the West Coast, I get this feeling like
It all could happen that's why I'm leaving
You for the moment
You for the moment, Boy Blue, yeah you

You're feelin' hot at the show, I'm feelin' hot to the touch
You say you'll miss me the most, I say I'll miss you so much
Something keeps me real quiet, I'm alive I'm a-lush
Your love, your love, your love

I can see my baby swingin'
His Parliament's on fire and his hands are up
On the balcony and I'm singing
Ooh baby, Ooh baby, I'm in love
I can see my sweet boy swayin'
He's crazy y Cubano como yo my love
On the balcony and I'm saying
Move baby, move baby, I'm in love

Down on the West Coast, they got their icons
Their silver starlets, their Queens of Saigon
But you've got the music
You've got the music in you, don't you?

Down on the West Coast, they love their movies
Their golden gods and rock and roll groupies
And you've got the music
You've got the music in you, don't you?

You push it hard up all the way, I’m feeling hot and on fire
I guess that no one ever really made me feel I’m a child
They all say "oh, cariño", boy, it’s you I desire
Your love, your love, your love

I can see my baby swingin'
His Parliament's on fire and his hands are up
On the balcony and I'm singing
Ooh baby, Ooh baby, I'm in love
I can see my sweet boy swayin'
He's crazy y Cubano como yo my love
On the balcony and I'm saying
Move baby, move baby, I'm in love

I can see my baby swingin'
His Parliament's on fire and his hands are up
On the balcony and I'm singing
Ooh baby, Ooh baby, I'm in love
I can see my sweet boy swayin'
He's crazy y Cubano como yo my love
On the balcony and I'm saying
Move baby, move baby, I'm in love
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How much suffering and nightmares do I need to live through before I awaken from this Dark Night of the Soul? There's just so much missing from life. I don't know what it is that I'm missing, but whatever it is, isn't there. It may never be there. I only know that my very spirit is fading from me every new coming day.

Ruin | Advanced NRP

Mine is based sort of loosely on the Bahai faith.

Ruin | Advanced NRP

TheSovereignGrave said
That's kinda the point actually. :DHey, at least I'm not constantly saying her full name of Ctha-Acharth'Shoa-Lloiga'Otekub'Nach-Yithath'Ub-Yiggub'Gnatholei'Dhuulmitha'Yhan'Thothu'Ub-Uran'Fthonartha'Tsathubo. That wouldn't be fun at all, would it? XD

"Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn."

Ruin | Advanced NRP

TheSovereignGrave said
Meanwhile Csonugdytuft is a caring, kind, and benevolent Goddess who Gifts you with glorious mutations as a sign of her love (your desire of said Gifts is not important). And all who dwell within her realm have been Gifted by her, and thus follow their Goddess without question for she works towards the betterment of all. So pretty much everyone on her realm (that is sentient) could be considered a member of the Cult of the Divine Circle despite not living among humans. And you know, if you end up stuck in her realm being Gifted probably isn't that bad. Otherwise you would probably go at least a little crazy.

My own name for Csonug will be Choghall, since Csonugdytuff is so hard to begin to pronounce.