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Palamon said
The first time I had sex, I didn't know what to do afterwards, so I just gave her a high five and made us some macaroni and cheese. It was one of the most awkward and hilarious and meaningful meals I've ever had. That's a confession.


That's fantastic.

Forgive my absence. Stressed induced coma. I slept 11 hours last night and still need a fucking nap.
Hey peeps.

Hope your day is going well or getting better.
Everyone still alive? :)

If you haven't posted lets try to get something in within the next or so. I'm moving us along.
I love a man or machine that can dance.
Pal - thanks love. Hope I didn't jack anything up. That took forever... trying to get the accuracy of the situation down.

Moon - the witch is tomorrow baby. I'm fucking beat. :)
Callthecops said
You sing too? :D *gasp* I knew there was a reason I liked you!


You knew I sing... You silly, handsome boy. :)

How was your weekend??
Vergen, on the Aedirnian Border

Crimson fingers stretched across the edge of the world, the warmth of the heavens crawling over the hills and valleys, working to satisfying the smallest of cracks present in the hills before her. Tendril’s of golden hair danced about her solumn expression as her mind moved through the events of late. This battle was hers much due to the assistance given by Iorveth and his archers, but the war laid far ahead of her, the path of lives lost and death scattered about unceasing. She reached up and carefully tucked a stray hair behind her ear, her battle dressing tightly wound around her lithe frame, nothing removing her from the edge of remembrance but the sound of her men moving about behind her.

Standing precariously close to the edge of the hill just outside their makeshift camp in Vergen, Saskia took the early moments of morning to calm her spirit. Lost to her inner demons and trapped in a queendom she neither desired nor deserved, she yearned for freedom. Though held just beyond her grasp she assumed after helping to finish the campaign she started to provide freedom and rest for those under her care she too would be allowed to leave. She turned her head only slightly, the sun touching a part of her cheek and making almost a halo of light above her golden trestles.

“Saskia, we need to discuss our next steps should Iorveth not return.” An older man moved into her view, Garrisk having been with her since she walked into this new existence.

She turned the rest of the way, but not before a brief glance in the distance, her eyes scanning the horizon in hopes that he would prove them wrong and return ahead of schedule. She refused to think anything nefarious had befallen him. “Come back to me,” she whispered. With brief hesitation she turned and walked off the ledge, her movements languid and more relaxed than she might present in front of the others.

“Hold your tongue, old man. He will return and will deliver to us something more precious than victory.” She moved deeper into the town’s structure, the hills burrowed with the effects of mining for riches. Nodding to a few elves, a dwarf and several humans, she motioned for Garrisk to move with her.

“Why do you assume he will not return, old friend?”A gruff response resounded beside her, a smirk touching her full pink lips as she ignored it and awaited his answer.

“First, you tell me what could be better than victory, my queen.” He watched the skies for signs woven into the clouds, his ability to see before and beyond their present situation had proven most helpful and would continue to do so.

She stopped and turned to him, her eyes flashing a silver that didn’t belong to a woman of regular descent. “The essence of war is found in the art of surprise and the knowledge of events to come. Iorveth will gain us an advantage and not only will we exploit the great kings of the North, but as we dismantle the Nilfgaard from the inside out.” She turned and regained motion, the sage hobbling with her.

“I do not assume the worst, but feel the winds of change moving in a manner that is not befitting our cause, my queen. I simply worry for what is to come.” He stopped a few feet from a gathering of men as they looked up and moved toward them both.

“I do not worry, but rely simply on the hearts and ambition of men who refuse to become slaves to tyranny. The emperor of Nilfgaard may move toward us with assured victory in his empty skull, but we will take from him that which is not ours to take.” She looked toward her men, seeing the fear and trepidation settling across them and knowing that only her words and wisdom could sway their hearts to fight without ceasing and assuming the victory no matter the cost.

“What are we going to take from him, Saskia?” A small dwarf mumbled from the front of the crowd.

She smiled with wicked vengeance and hooded her gaze before lifting up the truth, “We will take his virginity, his life and then his legacy.”

Laughter rose to the sky as the men shook their heads and stared in disbelief at the wild-eyed woman before them that could beckon men to follow and make emperor’s wish for their innocence back only to have it raped from their bodies again – if only by her.
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The king watched the boy as he moved closer, his gaze analyzing the younger man’s structure and stance, his old ears perking up to better assess the courage and confidence of the elf. He nodded as he thought through his response and never let his eyes move away from the boy just before him. “What is your name, son?”

Lillith watched the song and dance before her and knew without a doubt that the young man would do as he had pledged and protect her with all that he was. Everyone deserved a chance to serve their king and their kingdom and sadly enough it appeared as though this man had yet to receive his opportunity. She knew her father wanted to bellow from his seat that no one would take his child from the castle again, that all opportunity was shattered when his finest were dropped without a moment’s notice.

Danger fed on opportunity and to defeat it one didn’t need to be stronger or braver, but more cunning. She felt he could provide this and she was sold to his cry for a chance.

“Father, I would have him take me to search for the plant.” She looked to her father and nodded as he understood clearly that no one else was coming and she would not take defeat sitting down. The girl was cunning and brilliant and he would lose her if he were not careful.

He looked back at the boy before him, standing slowly and with concentrated effort. He cleared his throat and nodded at the man. “I will honor your request, but understand that if harm befalls the princess that you shall not only suffer the consequence of death, but everyone you know and love with suffer alongside them.

“Father…” the princess stood and touched the Kings arm, but he jerked it away and glared at her.

“My word stands, child. Do not question me in this.” He looked back to the boy. “Honor and glory to befall you on your journey and the destiny of the one you protect to mirror your own. Do you accept?”


Sara laughed softly to herself, her long chestnut locks being tousled by her head moving from side to side in mild humor at Eric trying to slide across the hood. His ass got stuck about half way and he had to 'scooch' himself along. She slid out of the car with the grace not afforded him and tugged at the bottom of her shorts, her light pink v-neck soft and comfy for their long evening of searching out the dead. The sound of her white keds moving across the gray top lot.

She chuckled at his antics and slipped her fingers into her small pockets as they walked toward the house. It wasn't nearly as imposing as the nighttime pictures had made it out to be, but her hope was to still be there at night. She looked back at Eric and wagged her eyebrows.

"I'm thinking that we should sneak off into the woods just to the left of the house." She moved beside him and grabbed one of his arms, her other hand extended as she pointed out the path. "Lets go over there and find a trail to get lost in and then when it's dark we'll sneak back in the house and do what we came to do."

Very few people were milling about, the place almost seemingly closed and yet the sign made it clear that the Vermil Mansion & History Museum was open for visitors and fans alike until 6:30 that evening. She slid her hand into his and walked casually toward the path, the two of them looking like a young couple out for an afternoon stroll and nothing more. "Do you think the rumors about this place are true?"

She stepped off the asphalt, running her fingers through her long hair and turning to let her amber eyes move across the planes of Eric's face while her thoughts pulled and tugged at remembrance. "The Vermil family was in charge of an orphanage on the edge of town, the mother and father taking turns staying over night because back in the 30's people really didn't think too much on the idea of working with children. Too many other things going on I guess. Anyway, the original orphanage burnt down after Clarence Miller came to stay there."

She looked up at the sky as the sun touched her skin and warmth spread throughout her, her fingers squeezing his as excitement and joy touched the edge of her awareness. "After it burnt down the Vermil's decided to just bring everyone to live in there house. Eight children total including Clarence. Mr. Vermil wasn't very keen on bringing Clarence with them because he believed the boy was involved in the original fire, but he was by far the cutest kid in the bunch and Mrs. Vermil couldn't see him doing hard."

Pausing only briefly as they reached the lake, Sara released Eric's hand and climbed up on a large rock that sat sturdy at the edge of a dark blue lake, the wind causing the waves to dance in performance. She turned to face him, motioning for him to join her. "I'm thinking the woman was right though, because it wasn't long after they moved all the kids in that strange things began to happen and those that were involved weren't around to tell the story. Only one left standing besides the couple was Clarence and he went quite mad." She looked up to the house and smiled with wicked intent.

"I can't wait to go in there. If you get scared," she looked down at Eric and laughed, "I'll hold your hand, k?"
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