HikikomoriMoxy

Medieval Kingdom

Lawrence's minions crumbled but soon reformed themselves. He created more and more so they filled the halls and ball room. The hellish demons set everything ablaze, attacking every dragon with brute force. The warlock knight himself was now adorned in armor set on fire. He stood at his Lady's side.

"Little cow." Lorelai tsked, shaking her head. "You will rule no longer." The sinewy darkness that coated blade, bubbled and writhed. She raised the sabre to her palm and sliced it. The blood should have poured red but inside black blood dripped onto the ballroom floor. "I. Am. A. Queen." She hissed. The few drips of blood boiled and swelled, morphing into a giant, black raven that screeched with hate and hunger before lunging at the queen.

((They're gone? Well that's no fun....ISIAH GET YER BUTT BACK HERE))

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now we wait to start ouo

This Dance We Call War [A Game of Thrones Based RP]

Enalais said
Would it be cool if i joined Ravendore, Moxy?

Sure ^~^ You can be one of the personal guards

Medieval Kingdom

"Gah!" Lorelai was hit but barely stumbled. Lawrence pulled himself from the ground with a grin, glancing at Galen.

"What now, my Queen?" Lawrence asked Lorelai.

Lorelai sneered and gave a fierce smile. "Time for some guests, Lawrence. It's a party after all." She walked in the direction of the ballroom, her veins turning black and her sabre, now dark, in her hand.

Lawrence bowed and turned to Galen with a chuckle. "Sorry old man, but the Queen commands a REAL party."

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Fiery summoning circles appeared on the ground and two large demons separated Galen from Lawrence. "Enjoy that, my old friend." He then followed after Lorelai.

In the ball room the party was in full swing. Lorelai walked with purpose, smiling with dark intent. "Come out dear Harlot Queen. Allow me to wretch the unborn child from your womb." Her sabre glowed with a sickly, green light and black inky tendrils seemed to bind it to her arm.

Medieval Kingdom

Lorelai smiled back at the teary eyed Irena as shs held her hand. She stared back into the queens fiery gaze with an eerie calm.

"No." Lorelai said, voice barely above a whisper. "No one needs me." Her calm smile dropped as darkness absorbed her eyes, leaving them a dark, inky black. Then, using the dagger she got from her queen, she attacked. Plunging the blade into Irenas side. It would have been fatal but the last shred of Lorelais self control had been to protect her friend, thus aiming the attack for a less deadly spot so Irena would have a chance to live.

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Outside, Lawrece casts an enchantment to conceal the room so Lori could work undisturbed. He leaned on the door to the room, grinning ear to ear.

Medieval Kingdom

Lorelai followed Irena out and to the chamber halls. The two went to Lorelai's room. The princess smiled at Irena and went to her closet. "You know, I was always so excited to become an aunt." She spoke with sincerity as she searched the closet. "Having children of my own always seemed like a distant dream, you see."

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When the princess and queen left, Lawrence, who was still with the king, spotted a "well known" hand maid who grinned at him. "If you'll excuse me." He said as he grinned at the woman. The two of them disappeared from the public eye. To anyone who saw them, it would seem like two adults off to romp, but he soon departed from the woman and went in the direction of the chambers.

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Lorelai pulled a small wooden box from the wardrobe. "I know Steffan wants a boy, all men do it seems. But just in case..." She handed Irena the small wooden box that held a tiny, pale pink dress. "It was my first dress from my father." Lori said, pulling something from under her bed. It was another box, similar to first, but larger.

"I had this made a while ago, simply because it seemed lovely, but now I have a reason to give it to you." The dress in the box was long and white with gold and red embroidery and sleeves that touched the floor. Lorelai lead Irena over to her large mirror so she could see herself, Lorelai smiling softly behind her.

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We're open to elves and all who seek Elysium ^~^ It's up to you

DRAKE WHEN WE STARTING OAO

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subconscious character build oAo

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ohhhhhhhhhhh yup okay XD ignore me lmao thank you for explaining that to me, im not too into skyrim v.v

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I know but who is he marrying? assuming his characters are straight, or maybe im just utterly confused oAo nothing new there