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K A S S A R O C K | 30 | M | GMT |
| Greetings friends, partners, enemies, acquaintances, and strangers. I am Kassarock, or just Kass if you prefer, welcome to my profile. Anyway, I am a 30 year old male roleplayer from the UK and a long time user of the site, although I have come and gone a fair bit over my time here. I used to be more active on the old site, and I still am relatively active in the off topic sections today, as well as in the guild's discord. So you might see me around. I generally consider myself to be an advanced writer, I pretty much always write multiple paragraphs, and will drop walls of text if the mood takes me. My grammar is okay, but not formally perfect, so I do not expect that from my partners either. I normally like quite dark and dramatic themes in terms of content in my roleplays, regardless of genre. Unless I have got an interest check up, or have messaged you, I am not usually looking for new partners to write with. I think that covers just about everything. Message me if you want to know more. | Original Join Date: 07/04/2009 Advanced, Casual, 1x1, Nation, Tabletop Historical, Fantasy, Sci-fi, Romance, Drama Writer, Archaeologist, Cymro .............................................................................................................. |
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*Slides back onto RPG after ghosting my partners for 7 months*
Failures? Me? Don't know what you're talking about...
*Sweats profusely*
Failures? Me? Don't know what you're talking about...
*Sweats profusely*
Still she defied him. Even with her life on the line, even as he could see her terror clear as day in those deep blue eyes. How could this be? How could this Erozian girl defy him so? He was a King, she was at his mercy, in his own domain, surrounded by his armies and guards. He held her very life in his hands and still she found the will to stand against him. It was inconceivable to him.
As she trembled beneath his grasp he fought the urge to stab, to bludgeon, to crush the life out of her. But Ozragad knew that he could not. Not if he wished to possess the lands promised to him without risking everything on one last desperate and bloody assault of his armies. Although it seems you've gambled everything on a desperate and bloody assault either way. This is course you have chosen, attack her some other way.
The King let the silence hang between them as they stood there, pressed against the bookcase, his calloused hand wrapped around her delicate neck. He stared into her eyes, intense, unblinking. His orange-gold eyes flickering like fire as the light caught them. When he spoke it was quieter than before, but it was soft, these were words forged in iron, quenched with blood.
"So you value your life as little as I do? Fine."
As he finished speaking the grasp around her throat tightened. Ozragad was no longer just holding her in place. He was strangling her.
There was a skill to strangling someone the correct way and Ozragad knew something of it. He had people whom he left most of the integration of enemy officers and spies to these days, but at the start of the war when his blood burnt fiercest, he had tried his hand at it numerous times. One could constrict the airway or the flow of blood to the head. To constrict the blood required more skill, it was faster, and a swift way to incapacitate or kill. Constricting the airway was easier, though it was also easier to cause permanent damage by this method. It was also much slower, and much more frightening as the victim became starved for air and unable to breathe.
Ozragad was careful. He did not squeeze hard enough to damage the fragile bones that supported the windpipe, but he did stop the princess from breathing just for a few moments... until he released her.
"You should think more carefully before you ask such questions of me."
The dagger returned to its sheath and Ozragad turned his back on the princess. He walked over to the mess of pages on the floor that used to be the book they had been so politely discussing just minutes before and knelt down to gather the debris. When he had retrieved it all he stood once more and set it on one of the tables set between the rows of shelves. The King examined the ruined cover in one hand and tutted in dissatisfaction.
"Besides, do you really think killing you is the worst thing I could do you? Or the only revenge I would enact upon your disobedience?"
He picked up a page and tore it in two.
"I could leave you alive and make your life a living hell. Make you watch as I kill all those you brought with you from Eorzia.
He tore the two halves again.
"Then I could keep you alive as I used our wedding day to launch a surprise attack on Novrandt. I doubt it would fully succeed, but that would not matter."
He tore them again.
"It would probably kill many of your loved ones. Your father. Your brother. I could fill your carriage with crossbow men, wouldn't that be a surprise when they came to greet you?"
And again.
"I could cut away at every piece of your life. Every person you ever knew."
And again.
"Until there was nothing left."
The King opened his hands and let the tiny squares of paper fall on the floor.
"Just... dust."
He smiled his cruellest smile for her then. Before calmly walking towards the doors through which he had entered. Gently he opened it and stuck his head through to speak to the bodyguards he had left outside.
"Please escort Princess Elise to her chambers, and ensure that she remains there until she has reconsidered her choices.
As she trembled beneath his grasp he fought the urge to stab, to bludgeon, to crush the life out of her. But Ozragad knew that he could not. Not if he wished to possess the lands promised to him without risking everything on one last desperate and bloody assault of his armies. Although it seems you've gambled everything on a desperate and bloody assault either way. This is course you have chosen, attack her some other way.
The King let the silence hang between them as they stood there, pressed against the bookcase, his calloused hand wrapped around her delicate neck. He stared into her eyes, intense, unblinking. His orange-gold eyes flickering like fire as the light caught them. When he spoke it was quieter than before, but it was soft, these were words forged in iron, quenched with blood.
"So you value your life as little as I do? Fine."
As he finished speaking the grasp around her throat tightened. Ozragad was no longer just holding her in place. He was strangling her.
There was a skill to strangling someone the correct way and Ozragad knew something of it. He had people whom he left most of the integration of enemy officers and spies to these days, but at the start of the war when his blood burnt fiercest, he had tried his hand at it numerous times. One could constrict the airway or the flow of blood to the head. To constrict the blood required more skill, it was faster, and a swift way to incapacitate or kill. Constricting the airway was easier, though it was also easier to cause permanent damage by this method. It was also much slower, and much more frightening as the victim became starved for air and unable to breathe.
Ozragad was careful. He did not squeeze hard enough to damage the fragile bones that supported the windpipe, but he did stop the princess from breathing just for a few moments... until he released her.
"You should think more carefully before you ask such questions of me."
The dagger returned to its sheath and Ozragad turned his back on the princess. He walked over to the mess of pages on the floor that used to be the book they had been so politely discussing just minutes before and knelt down to gather the debris. When he had retrieved it all he stood once more and set it on one of the tables set between the rows of shelves. The King examined the ruined cover in one hand and tutted in dissatisfaction.
"Besides, do you really think killing you is the worst thing I could do you? Or the only revenge I would enact upon your disobedience?"
He picked up a page and tore it in two.
"I could leave you alive and make your life a living hell. Make you watch as I kill all those you brought with you from Eorzia.
He tore the two halves again.
"Then I could keep you alive as I used our wedding day to launch a surprise attack on Novrandt. I doubt it would fully succeed, but that would not matter."
He tore them again.
"It would probably kill many of your loved ones. Your father. Your brother. I could fill your carriage with crossbow men, wouldn't that be a surprise when they came to greet you?"
And again.
"I could cut away at every piece of your life. Every person you ever knew."
And again.
"Until there was nothing left."
The King opened his hands and let the tiny squares of paper fall on the floor.
"Just... dust."
He smiled his cruellest smile for her then. Before calmly walking towards the doors through which he had entered. Gently he opened it and stuck his head through to speak to the bodyguards he had left outside.
"Please escort Princess Elise to her chambers, and ensure that she remains there until she has reconsidered her choices.
Wow, they both like playing murder chicken eh?
But were to go from here?
I did feel we needed more animosity between them before things start to turn around, which is why I doubled down on the last post. My two ideas is either Ozragad threatening the safety of all Elise's men, or ordering her confined to her rooms until she changes her mind. I figure they go to actively despising each other until something dramatic resolves it, makes them realise they need to be on the same side, an assassination attempt on char foiled by the other perhaps? After all Ozragad wants Elise alive because its the only way he gets his peace deal, and Elise needs Ozragad as King in Morganyth because if he gets overthrown it will be by the pro-war faction who will probably have her killed or taken hostage etc.
What do you think? How would you like things to play out?
But were to go from here?
I did feel we needed more animosity between them before things start to turn around, which is why I doubled down on the last post. My two ideas is either Ozragad threatening the safety of all Elise's men, or ordering her confined to her rooms until she changes her mind. I figure they go to actively despising each other until something dramatic resolves it, makes them realise they need to be on the same side, an assassination attempt on char foiled by the other perhaps? After all Ozragad wants Elise alive because its the only way he gets his peace deal, and Elise needs Ozragad as King in Morganyth because if he gets overthrown it will be by the pro-war faction who will probably have her killed or taken hostage etc.
What do you think? How would you like things to play out?
Wow, I forgot it was such a tense moment where I left it off lol
Hope I didn't take too many liberties with that post, please do let me know if anything like this ever makes you uncomfortable.
Hope I didn't take too many liberties with that post, please do let me know if anything like this ever makes you uncomfortable.
“No one could love you, you’re just a bloodthirsty warlord who only knows how to kill.”
Those words tore deeper into King Ozragad's soul than he could have ever guessed before they had been uttered from the Princess's lips. He did not understand why, such accusations had been levelled at him before by his many foes and enemies, but never had they stung like this. Why did it hurt so? And why was his fury rising forth from the gashes those words left in their wake? Why should he care if she thought him incapable of love? Ozragad knew what the was capable of, more so than this Hydaelyn girl, surely?
But still this anger, this agony. That had to be some reason. Surely there had to be some way to make sense of what he was feeling in that moment. And then it spoke inside of him. That quiet mean voice, his war voice, the one that told him how to kill and destroy. And its words filled the king with horror.
It's because she reminds you of her. It's because you realise what she says is true. You are a bloodthirsty warlord who only knows how to kill. No one could love you... not even her... not if she had seen you as the man you would become.
He stood there stock still for a moment. His deepest, darkest, innermost thoughts running freeing in his uncomprehending mind. Ozragad was so preoccupied he almost forgot the Princess was there until she hurled a book at him. It was pure instinct that took over then. His body reacted as his mind reeled in the way it had been trained to, through long practice in the arts of war. The King ripped his dagger from its belt and parried the tome away from his face with an errant swipe. It exploded into a shower of slashed and torn pages.
Had he really been expecting happiness when this had all been over? That when he had won his long and bloody war that he would have gone back to being the man before? That he would find love again? Father children of his own? Perhaps... No... Part of him had not expected to survive at all. But he had trod that blood soaked path to its conclusion and still he was here.
Ozragad looked down at the knife in his hand and back up to Princess, more words pouring out of her mouth. Words that were the undoing of the plans he had woven. His plans that would have made all the blood, and death, and horror of his war mean something. He knew now that true happiness would forever elude him. But he could still win his war, even if it had made him into a monster. He could still make it all mean something.
It had to all mean something.
"You will never marry me?" He spoke the words slowly, through gritted teeth. His knuckles whitened around the grip of his blade. If she refused him it was all for nothing. All the strength of his Kingdom spent to gain nought but leagues of wilderness and scorched earth. He could not, would not, allow that to happen.
The King lunged at the Princess. Swift as a mountain lion his free hand made to grip her slender neck and use his greater strength and weight to drive her back into the bookcase behind her. She was light in his grasp. He realised then just how easy it would be squeeze shut her throat and throttle her with one hand.
"YOU WILL NEVER MARRY ME?!" He roared directly into her face this time, letting specs of spittle fly.
"NEVER?!" Ozragad raised the knife to where she would be able to see it.
"Then what use are you to me?! If I am bloodthirsty killer, incapable of love, then you should really endeavour to make yourself as useful as possible to me. Because if you are not, then I have no need of you."
He would make her go along with his marriage. One way or another.
Those words tore deeper into King Ozragad's soul than he could have ever guessed before they had been uttered from the Princess's lips. He did not understand why, such accusations had been levelled at him before by his many foes and enemies, but never had they stung like this. Why did it hurt so? And why was his fury rising forth from the gashes those words left in their wake? Why should he care if she thought him incapable of love? Ozragad knew what the was capable of, more so than this Hydaelyn girl, surely?
But still this anger, this agony. That had to be some reason. Surely there had to be some way to make sense of what he was feeling in that moment. And then it spoke inside of him. That quiet mean voice, his war voice, the one that told him how to kill and destroy. And its words filled the king with horror.
It's because she reminds you of her. It's because you realise what she says is true. You are a bloodthirsty warlord who only knows how to kill. No one could love you... not even her... not if she had seen you as the man you would become.
He stood there stock still for a moment. His deepest, darkest, innermost thoughts running freeing in his uncomprehending mind. Ozragad was so preoccupied he almost forgot the Princess was there until she hurled a book at him. It was pure instinct that took over then. His body reacted as his mind reeled in the way it had been trained to, through long practice in the arts of war. The King ripped his dagger from its belt and parried the tome away from his face with an errant swipe. It exploded into a shower of slashed and torn pages.
Had he really been expecting happiness when this had all been over? That when he had won his long and bloody war that he would have gone back to being the man before? That he would find love again? Father children of his own? Perhaps... No... Part of him had not expected to survive at all. But he had trod that blood soaked path to its conclusion and still he was here.
Ozragad looked down at the knife in his hand and back up to Princess, more words pouring out of her mouth. Words that were the undoing of the plans he had woven. His plans that would have made all the blood, and death, and horror of his war mean something. He knew now that true happiness would forever elude him. But he could still win his war, even if it had made him into a monster. He could still make it all mean something.
It had to all mean something.
"You will never marry me?" He spoke the words slowly, through gritted teeth. His knuckles whitened around the grip of his blade. If she refused him it was all for nothing. All the strength of his Kingdom spent to gain nought but leagues of wilderness and scorched earth. He could not, would not, allow that to happen.
The King lunged at the Princess. Swift as a mountain lion his free hand made to grip her slender neck and use his greater strength and weight to drive her back into the bookcase behind her. She was light in his grasp. He realised then just how easy it would be squeeze shut her throat and throttle her with one hand.
"YOU WILL NEVER MARRY ME?!" He roared directly into her face this time, letting specs of spittle fly.
"NEVER?!" Ozragad raised the knife to where she would be able to see it.
"Then what use are you to me?! If I am bloodthirsty killer, incapable of love, then you should really endeavour to make yourself as useful as possible to me. Because if you are not, then I have no need of you."
He would make her go along with his marriage. One way or another.
Yo, I'd definitely want in on this when its up and running.
What's this? Your necro-ing of this thread has somehow raised my dead ass from a hiatus as well? Be it upon your (poo)head.
Yeah sorry I am still alive, still at a low ebb and have been trying to avoid the internet generally
Ah, well happy birthday then!
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