ame:
Tressa Corcoran
Age:
22
Nationality:
Celtic - Iceni
Rank within nation:
Roman Slave
Appearance:
Tressa has fiery red hair inherited from her parents and naturally pale skin, she stands out somewhat in the Roman world and as such this is why she has been selected for her particular role. She is quite thin, both naturally but also because of her lifestyle as a slave. She is fed appropriately but almost never enough to fill her up completely, as such she remains thin and lithe. Her clothing is simple and basic, being provided by her owner. She is considered more valuable than most slaves, being able to read and write as well as possessing her ‘womanly attributes’ that Roman men seem to be most interested in. She also occasionally carries the signs of a swift backhand to the face, some of the Roman’s around her obviously enjoying the power they are able to wield upon her.
Background:
Tressa was only a young girl of ten when her village was slaughtered, the Roman legionaries slaughtering her entire family after they took up arms in a futile attempt to defend their land after Boudica’s failed rebellion. She was captured as a slave, sold into slavery and trafficked back to Rome through a series of venders and slave dealers. Her brother was sent to a Ludi (Roman gladiator school), she has not seen him since. She was sold to a wealthy Roman Senator, a filthy old man who had his own reasons for wanting a girl so young. He died two years later, her ownership passing to his son. Initially his son had no interest in her and as such ignored her and left her to be raised by the other slave woman, who managed to teach her Latin and ‘tame’ her more savage side into submission. She was content to live as a serving girl hiding in the shadows, but unfortunately as she grew to be a beautiful young woman, her appearance became her curse. On her sixteenth birthday her master once more noticed her, and took a far greater interest in her than she had wanted. She has since continued her service, both within his house and his bed. Last month her owner married a wealthy Roman woman, one who unfortunately has noticed her new husbands infatuation with his barbarian slave girl, as such Tressa’s life is becoming more and more miserable.
Strengths, weaknesses, phobias, et cetera:
Tressa does not know her strengths, her weaknesses being that of any slave. No power, no respect and no life of her own.
She can speak, read and write Latin as well as any Roman can, she also remembers the majority of her natural tongue however has not been able to use it in over ten years now.
Though she detests it she also knows what men want, and how to best please them in the bedroom. As a slave to a wealthy Roman family she also knows all of the etiquette attached to such a family, as well as the workings of a Roman senator’s house. She often carries out any task given to her to more than adequate level, having long since learnt that to disappoint her owner is to bring pain and punishment upon herself.
Ambition: What does any slave desire? Freedom, the death of her owner and if possible the downfall and destruction of the Roman Empire for the pain and misery it brings to all it touches.
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That could be most cool – though I’d have no idea what any of it means, but yeah would definitely look good and add some authenticity to the RP.
I’m working on my second character more now and then a post, so sorry for the delay but Tainus Fulvius will be in the action soon, followed by my new character who will be an Iceni slave girl.
I’m working on my second character more now and then a post, so sorry for the delay but Tainus Fulvius will be in the action soon, followed by my new character who will be an Iceni slave girl.
Definitely not good to hear Balth! I hope things are looking up now, but yeah we definitely all have our problems then.
Mine are regarding my own health and finances and the general joys of full time work.
I hope this weekend treats both of you very well and that things will be looking much better for you!
Mine are regarding my own health and finances and the general joys of full time work.
I hope this weekend treats both of you very well and that things will be looking much better for you!
Phrenesis
"By the way, I saw Ada earlier today. Not a terribly interesting encounter though I figured you would have wanted to know about it."
Aergar’s words rang in Phrenesis’s ears. ‘That one’ he thought sourly to himself. He then began to imagine a variety of situations, each where he had captured or otherwise bested her – all fictional but satisfying to think about none-the-less. He smiled to himself as he imagined her eating a pie filled with his Breath of Phrenesis and then the look on her face as he informed her of its content a brief moment before seizing control of her body.
"Tell me, Phrenesis, why is it you have summoned me here?"
The Imp’s words brought his attention back to the present. The girl smiled sweetly at Aergar and gently took the blood-lilly from his outstretched arm, examining it very briefly before she said “Well, my dear Aergar, simply put I require you to do a little something for me”. As she spoke she began to absentmindedly pull the occasional petal from the flower “I need you to get close to Ada, close enough speak with her without arousing her… suspicions. I want to know which baked good she would like.”
Pausing and smiling again the woman suddenly took a bite from the flower in her hand, chewing it several times before swallowing and continuing “Then I need you to tell me what it is. Then I will make whatever on Emanseria her stupid little hearts desires, fill it with my Breath, and then you will give it to her. Convince her to trust you, convince her you are interested for a different reason, convince her of whatever it is you think is most convincing, I have faith you are resourceful enough to handle this, in-fact I believe you are exclusively perfect for the task.”
Sparrot cawed, obviously frustrated at his master’s words of praise for any other than himself. The bird started to peck at the floating Satyr’s eyes, feigning disinterest as he listened to their conversation carefully.
The woman swallowed the rest of the flower before continuing “as for this little… cupcake” gesturing to herself “ I’ve been toying with the bakery in Tariq, it was… difficult, to begin with, but I have to say things are running much more smoothly than before. Already I hope that several of my little treats are being sent all over Emanseria to a few select people of… influence, shall we say.”
Finishing his short speech Phrenesis smiled before suddenly thinking back to Aergar’s comments about the woman’s appearance. Her brow furrowed before she asked “what do you mean a corpse? Surely you could not tell of my occupation within?” Aergar had indeed been right when he said Phrenesis had forgotten how to care for the fragile bodies of mortals. His plan somewhat hinged on the girl appearing normal and mundane, and by the sounds of Aergar’s comments he wasn’t sure that he was doing so well in that regard.
Fritz
Ada, the woman introduced herself as. Fritz smiled as she spoke, she seemed genuinely friendly, definitely lacking the bizarre edge that had accompanied the other two he had met.
“I’m from London originally” he said “and that’s where my parents are. I’ve been staying in Gilbert’s Advanced school for boy’s. You know it’s just outside of Hampshire?”
Gesturing to his bag he said “Oh it’s just some of my books and things, but I think I’ve lost some when I fell into this weird shining pool, those any my glasses anyway.” He pulled out his chemistry book, interested to see if her reaction would be anything like that of Aergar Walds.
Looking at the surrounding area he was still unsure of exactly where he was or how he came to be here. But he was definitely starting to think he might not be in England anymore, since when were there imps, talking animals or friendly gypise woman who seemed to find him strange and interesting.
“Where exactly is here?” he asked somewhat uncertainly.
"By the way, I saw Ada earlier today. Not a terribly interesting encounter though I figured you would have wanted to know about it."
Aergar’s words rang in Phrenesis’s ears. ‘That one’ he thought sourly to himself. He then began to imagine a variety of situations, each where he had captured or otherwise bested her – all fictional but satisfying to think about none-the-less. He smiled to himself as he imagined her eating a pie filled with his Breath of Phrenesis and then the look on her face as he informed her of its content a brief moment before seizing control of her body.
"Tell me, Phrenesis, why is it you have summoned me here?"
The Imp’s words brought his attention back to the present. The girl smiled sweetly at Aergar and gently took the blood-lilly from his outstretched arm, examining it very briefly before she said “Well, my dear Aergar, simply put I require you to do a little something for me”. As she spoke she began to absentmindedly pull the occasional petal from the flower “I need you to get close to Ada, close enough speak with her without arousing her… suspicions. I want to know which baked good she would like.”
Pausing and smiling again the woman suddenly took a bite from the flower in her hand, chewing it several times before swallowing and continuing “Then I need you to tell me what it is. Then I will make whatever on Emanseria her stupid little hearts desires, fill it with my Breath, and then you will give it to her. Convince her to trust you, convince her you are interested for a different reason, convince her of whatever it is you think is most convincing, I have faith you are resourceful enough to handle this, in-fact I believe you are exclusively perfect for the task.”
Sparrot cawed, obviously frustrated at his master’s words of praise for any other than himself. The bird started to peck at the floating Satyr’s eyes, feigning disinterest as he listened to their conversation carefully.
The woman swallowed the rest of the flower before continuing “as for this little… cupcake” gesturing to herself “ I’ve been toying with the bakery in Tariq, it was… difficult, to begin with, but I have to say things are running much more smoothly than before. Already I hope that several of my little treats are being sent all over Emanseria to a few select people of… influence, shall we say.”
Finishing his short speech Phrenesis smiled before suddenly thinking back to Aergar’s comments about the woman’s appearance. Her brow furrowed before she asked “what do you mean a corpse? Surely you could not tell of my occupation within?” Aergar had indeed been right when he said Phrenesis had forgotten how to care for the fragile bodies of mortals. His plan somewhat hinged on the girl appearing normal and mundane, and by the sounds of Aergar’s comments he wasn’t sure that he was doing so well in that regard.
Fritz
Ada, the woman introduced herself as. Fritz smiled as she spoke, she seemed genuinely friendly, definitely lacking the bizarre edge that had accompanied the other two he had met.
“I’m from London originally” he said “and that’s where my parents are. I’ve been staying in Gilbert’s Advanced school for boy’s. You know it’s just outside of Hampshire?”
Gesturing to his bag he said “Oh it’s just some of my books and things, but I think I’ve lost some when I fell into this weird shining pool, those any my glasses anyway.” He pulled out his chemistry book, interested to see if her reaction would be anything like that of Aergar Walds.
Looking at the surrounding area he was still unsure of exactly where he was or how he came to be here. But he was definitely starting to think he might not be in England anymore, since when were there imps, talking animals or friendly gypise woman who seemed to find him strange and interesting.
“Where exactly is here?” he asked somewhat uncertainly.
Teres bolted awake suddenly, her heart pounding almost as much as her head was. She groaned as she glanced around, the sun pouring in to the room through the gaps at the edges of the curtains. Her head ached and she felt tired, though the memory of the dream she had just had was still fresh in her mind and she felt almost completely alert already, a most unusual feeling for her in the morning. She ran her hand through her blonde hair, now little more than a tangled and matted mess as she yawned before sighing and turning her mind to the images she had just witnessed.
What an odd dream, and more-so odd that she had actually remembered it. A dead girl, a boy soon to be dead? Who was that man, and why were they all playing with a loaded gun? A few thoughts raced through her mind before it went back to the robe he had been wearing and more importantly the symbol that had adorned it… what was it again? A small blood red circle emblazoned on the right breast, a cross marking through that circle – she remembered it quite clearly, and with the thought in her mind she scrambled out of her bed and towards a discarded pad of paper and pencils, keeping the image in her head in-case it slipped away, excited to have finally remembered anything from a dream, or nightmare as it seemed.
She sketched up the symbol several times before deciding on one that she was happy with before tearing the page out of the little scrapbook and carrying through into the kitchen as she examined it. Moving through the doorway she suddenly stubbed her toe against the doorframe, her eyes widening as pain shot through her foot and caused her to scream before repeatedly cursing as she hopped about a bit, dropping the bit of paper as she did so. Swearing once more she moved over to the counter before taking a seat and lifting her foot into her hands, examining her toe closely as her previous thoughts of the symbol were forgotten, whining noises escaping her as she cradled her foot.
Satisfied that she hadn’t done any permanent damage she glanced over at the wall clock before she gasped in slight amazement at how early it was. Two minutes past eight, she struggled to remember the last time she had been up and about so early, let alone as awake as she felt at the moment. Resisting the urge to swear again as she stood, she half walked, half limped over to the bathroom to prepare herself for the day – though now in a thoroughly bad mood.
Emerging from the bathroom some time later and in a considerably better mood Teres wasted little time in doing her hair, makeup and dressing herself, before doing a brief tidy of the coffee table and seating area, bottles, rubbish and ashtrays littering around haphazardly. She made a black coffee before seating herself with her feet up across the table, laptop in her lap and a cigarette in her mouth as she powered the device up. She wondered briefly what to do with her morning, seeing as she had an entire morning and a day, before deciding that hopefully she would do nothing. She cycled through her different email inboxes looking for anything interesting or that would demand her immediate attention, the odd dream entirely forgotten for the moment as she clicked away.
As she refreshed the final inbox she had to check she flinched as a mail popped up, delivered yesterday with the subject only as ‘Delivery Required’, the sender being one whom she instantly recognised as a sleezeball who liked to call himself Knight, or rather a disposable email he had obviously set up to contact her. The only reason she tolerated any such contact from him was a simple one. Good, easy money.
The email read ‘Dear Miss Summers, Your presence is required asap regarding a delivery exchange. Please contact me on the usual number. K’
She knew that that meant he basically wanted her to deliver drugs or some other illegal package to one of his higher end contacts, basically something that none of his usual dealers was qualified to handle with the required subtlety or finesse. The last time she had done so was to some penthouse and she’d been forced to hang around for hours as ‘arm-candy’ for the guy who she had delivered to, a large pale guy who had tried several times to get her between his legs – something which she had not appreciated considering she was just the delivery girl.
Picking up her phone she scrolled through her contacts until she found his name, hesitating briefly as she hovered over the call button, summoning the mental strength she required to speak with him. Her stomach lurched briefly as she hit the button and listened as the phone rang, a few moments later a woman’s voice answered.
“Who is this?” asked Teres uncertainly.
“Oh I see. Well when he gets up tell him it’s Wrath, I got his email.”
“Now? Right now?”
“Fine, where?”
“I’ll be there in twenty” and with that she hung up the phone before stubbing her cigarette out and standing. “Great” she said sarcastically to herself, not at all impressed that she now had to not only leave the house for work, but to also get changed into one of her more presentable outfits to better blend with the more respectable levels of society.
"Fuck this" she said sourly to herself, already sulking “think of the money”.
What an odd dream, and more-so odd that she had actually remembered it. A dead girl, a boy soon to be dead? Who was that man, and why were they all playing with a loaded gun? A few thoughts raced through her mind before it went back to the robe he had been wearing and more importantly the symbol that had adorned it… what was it again? A small blood red circle emblazoned on the right breast, a cross marking through that circle – she remembered it quite clearly, and with the thought in her mind she scrambled out of her bed and towards a discarded pad of paper and pencils, keeping the image in her head in-case it slipped away, excited to have finally remembered anything from a dream, or nightmare as it seemed.
She sketched up the symbol several times before deciding on one that she was happy with before tearing the page out of the little scrapbook and carrying through into the kitchen as she examined it. Moving through the doorway she suddenly stubbed her toe against the doorframe, her eyes widening as pain shot through her foot and caused her to scream before repeatedly cursing as she hopped about a bit, dropping the bit of paper as she did so. Swearing once more she moved over to the counter before taking a seat and lifting her foot into her hands, examining her toe closely as her previous thoughts of the symbol were forgotten, whining noises escaping her as she cradled her foot.
Satisfied that she hadn’t done any permanent damage she glanced over at the wall clock before she gasped in slight amazement at how early it was. Two minutes past eight, she struggled to remember the last time she had been up and about so early, let alone as awake as she felt at the moment. Resisting the urge to swear again as she stood, she half walked, half limped over to the bathroom to prepare herself for the day – though now in a thoroughly bad mood.
Emerging from the bathroom some time later and in a considerably better mood Teres wasted little time in doing her hair, makeup and dressing herself, before doing a brief tidy of the coffee table and seating area, bottles, rubbish and ashtrays littering around haphazardly. She made a black coffee before seating herself with her feet up across the table, laptop in her lap and a cigarette in her mouth as she powered the device up. She wondered briefly what to do with her morning, seeing as she had an entire morning and a day, before deciding that hopefully she would do nothing. She cycled through her different email inboxes looking for anything interesting or that would demand her immediate attention, the odd dream entirely forgotten for the moment as she clicked away.
As she refreshed the final inbox she had to check she flinched as a mail popped up, delivered yesterday with the subject only as ‘Delivery Required’, the sender being one whom she instantly recognised as a sleezeball who liked to call himself Knight, or rather a disposable email he had obviously set up to contact her. The only reason she tolerated any such contact from him was a simple one. Good, easy money.
The email read ‘Dear Miss Summers, Your presence is required asap regarding a delivery exchange. Please contact me on the usual number. K’
She knew that that meant he basically wanted her to deliver drugs or some other illegal package to one of his higher end contacts, basically something that none of his usual dealers was qualified to handle with the required subtlety or finesse. The last time she had done so was to some penthouse and she’d been forced to hang around for hours as ‘arm-candy’ for the guy who she had delivered to, a large pale guy who had tried several times to get her between his legs – something which she had not appreciated considering she was just the delivery girl.
Picking up her phone she scrolled through her contacts until she found his name, hesitating briefly as she hovered over the call button, summoning the mental strength she required to speak with him. Her stomach lurched briefly as she hit the button and listened as the phone rang, a few moments later a woman’s voice answered.
“Who is this?” asked Teres uncertainly.
“Oh I see. Well when he gets up tell him it’s Wrath, I got his email.”
“Now? Right now?”
“Fine, where?”
“I’ll be there in twenty” and with that she hung up the phone before stubbing her cigarette out and standing. “Great” she said sarcastically to herself, not at all impressed that she now had to not only leave the house for work, but to also get changed into one of her more presentable outfits to better blend with the more respectable levels of society.
"Fuck this" she said sourly to herself, already sulking “think of the money”.
Phrenesis
Deep within the forest, in a sheltered glade a soft laugh carried through on the wind, a gentle enticing laugh which made Hiol the Satyr glance around looking for its source. He had been bathing himself within a spring, a perfect pristine pool that he often frequented hoping to stumble upon a Nymph or other beautiful Fae, as such the laugh made him quite alert. Standing and taking a few steps away from the pool he continued to look around, briefly sparing a moment to smooth his hair into place and make sure his horns were presentable. At the edge of the glade he spotted the thin silhouette of a woman making her way through the trees and he grinned, preparing himself to begin what he called his ritual of courtly love.
“Hello there” he said, trying to sound as smooth as possible “come hither baby, this glade is big enough to share. The water is perfect at this time of year.”
From behind the tree stepped a young and beautiful woman, she wasn’t a fae or elf like he had hoped, however she was still more than beautiful enough to appease his shallow standards.
Whistling slowly in appreciation the Satyr smiled his most charming smile before introducing himself “Welcome welcome, I am Hiol, descended from Gliyphis, once king amongst my people. What brings one as beautiful as you so deep into the forest?”
The girl took a few steps forwards before giggling, her eyes fixed on the eager Satyr as she reached out a delicate hand and began to gently caress his chest as she said “I was just walking, enjoying the evening and looking for someone just like you” the seduction clear in her voice.
“Well I’m glad you found me” he replied as she began to guide him backwards towards the clear pool, their eyes fixed on one another. A few moments later they were in the pool, the water coming to their waist level as they embraced and Hiol moved his face closer to hers, trying to kiss her and begin what he hoped would be an extremely passionate night. As his lips brushed against hers he suddenly felt a very odd and somewhat painful jolt to his chest. Looking down he saw that the beautiful young girl had just stabbed him with a long thin dagger, its blade now resting deep within his chest just above his heart. His eyes shot back up to hers, a look of alarm now dominating his features, whilst a look of almost innocent curiosity dominated hers. She watched him twitch as she started to move the blade further, cutting a hole before she withdrew the blade and brought it up to her face, her eye contact never leaving his as she licked some of the warm red liquid from its edge.
“But…” murmured Hiol weakly “I thought we were gonna do stuff…” the look of betrayal and disappointment in his eyes clear, gritting his teeth he summoned the last of his strength before head-butting the woman as hard as he could. There was a sickening ‘thunk’ sound as he did, his blow landing squarely and causing a big split in the woman’s eyebrow, though lacking the usual strength he was able to muster which would have done far more damage.
The woman did nothing but smile at the Satyr before reaching her delicate little hand into the slit she had made, her fingers closing around his heart as it continued to beat in a rapidly increasing rhythm.
Hiol looked down at her hand reaching into his chest cavity and frowned before looking back up at her, realisation at what was about to happen crossing his face before he simply said “Crazy bitch…”
With that she gripped tightly before yanking with all of her strength, a horrific tearing noise accompanying the action as she ripped his beating heart from his chest, his eyes watching the heart for a moment before rolling up into the back of his head as he collapsed into the pool, his blood running thickly into its once clear and pristine water as it rapidly became more and more red. Taking a seat beside the floating corpse the woman continued to smile as she started to bathe in the sanguine waters.
Sparrot
‘Stupid little human…’ thought the raven savagely as he flew through the air ‘we will show him, my love will destroy him body and soul, oh yes he will’. The bird perched some distance away, watching as the scene continued to unfold, waiting for Aergar Wald to finish his little conversation.
A whistle sounded through the trees, enough for Sparrot to know that Aergar was done, and so the bird took flight once again towards the imp. As he landed beside him he was still muttering “… peck out his eyes, we will. Cut his tongue from his mouth and shove it up his-…”
"Now, take me to Phrenesis." said Aergar, clearly done toying with the human.
Sparrot tilted his head and glared at Aergar, half considering instructing the imp to go back and finish the human here and now, but he knew better than to make such a decision on his own without consulting his love first.
A squawk left Sparrot’s beak before he took flight, guiding the elf through the forest to where his master would be waiting, the bird always being able to locate Phrenesis no matter where he was – the result of a spell that had been cast long ago at Phrenesis’s instruction. It would not take long for them to arrive, especially with the Imp’s teleportation power to match his own flight speed.
Fritz
"Well don't just stand there, you're not a tree. Sit, sit!" said the woman as he stood considering her words. It seemed that he had already run into the imp she spoke of, and so as he rushed about gathering his somewhat scattered belongings he responded “Do you mean Aergar Wald?” before he walked over and clambered up onto the seat, deciding that the woman definitely seemed friendly enough, though he kept his wits about him.
“He and his pet bird tried to send me to fetch a seed from some tree that flowers once a year, but I think he was busy as he left me alone when I didn’t accept his… quest”.
As he sat Fritz checked through his bag to see what else was missing, exposing the contents to the woman’s gaze as he did so.
“I’m Fritz” he said introducing himself as he glanced around at the wagon “I’m… new to these parts, at least I think I am, I’m not really sure where here is”.
He smiled at the woman and tried to appear as friendly as he could, though he was still a little on edge and was waiting to see if anything… crazy, for lack of a better word, would happen.
Sparrot
Swooping down into the small glade Sparrot landed on the shoulder of the woman as she sat in the pool, its waters now fully as red as blood itself, before nuzzling his beak against her for a brief moment of affection before Aergar Wald would arrive.
“He comes my love” squawked the bird to Phrenesis. The woman that he was in had sustained a little damage, he could see. Her left eye was a little swollen and there was a large cut that had already begun to heal slightly on her brow. Sparrot hopped off of her shoulder and onto the back of the floating Satyr, the body making a perfect platform for him. The bird glanced at her body, noting that his love had seen fit to remove her clothing – though Sparrot failed to appreciate the female form he could tell that others would be most pleased with what he was seeing, most pleased indeed.
The pair waited briefly for Aergar Wald to appear.
Deep within the forest, in a sheltered glade a soft laugh carried through on the wind, a gentle enticing laugh which made Hiol the Satyr glance around looking for its source. He had been bathing himself within a spring, a perfect pristine pool that he often frequented hoping to stumble upon a Nymph or other beautiful Fae, as such the laugh made him quite alert. Standing and taking a few steps away from the pool he continued to look around, briefly sparing a moment to smooth his hair into place and make sure his horns were presentable. At the edge of the glade he spotted the thin silhouette of a woman making her way through the trees and he grinned, preparing himself to begin what he called his ritual of courtly love.
“Hello there” he said, trying to sound as smooth as possible “come hither baby, this glade is big enough to share. The water is perfect at this time of year.”
From behind the tree stepped a young and beautiful woman, she wasn’t a fae or elf like he had hoped, however she was still more than beautiful enough to appease his shallow standards.
Whistling slowly in appreciation the Satyr smiled his most charming smile before introducing himself “Welcome welcome, I am Hiol, descended from Gliyphis, once king amongst my people. What brings one as beautiful as you so deep into the forest?”
The girl took a few steps forwards before giggling, her eyes fixed on the eager Satyr as she reached out a delicate hand and began to gently caress his chest as she said “I was just walking, enjoying the evening and looking for someone just like you” the seduction clear in her voice.
“Well I’m glad you found me” he replied as she began to guide him backwards towards the clear pool, their eyes fixed on one another. A few moments later they were in the pool, the water coming to their waist level as they embraced and Hiol moved his face closer to hers, trying to kiss her and begin what he hoped would be an extremely passionate night. As his lips brushed against hers he suddenly felt a very odd and somewhat painful jolt to his chest. Looking down he saw that the beautiful young girl had just stabbed him with a long thin dagger, its blade now resting deep within his chest just above his heart. His eyes shot back up to hers, a look of alarm now dominating his features, whilst a look of almost innocent curiosity dominated hers. She watched him twitch as she started to move the blade further, cutting a hole before she withdrew the blade and brought it up to her face, her eye contact never leaving his as she licked some of the warm red liquid from its edge.
“But…” murmured Hiol weakly “I thought we were gonna do stuff…” the look of betrayal and disappointment in his eyes clear, gritting his teeth he summoned the last of his strength before head-butting the woman as hard as he could. There was a sickening ‘thunk’ sound as he did, his blow landing squarely and causing a big split in the woman’s eyebrow, though lacking the usual strength he was able to muster which would have done far more damage.
The woman did nothing but smile at the Satyr before reaching her delicate little hand into the slit she had made, her fingers closing around his heart as it continued to beat in a rapidly increasing rhythm.
Hiol looked down at her hand reaching into his chest cavity and frowned before looking back up at her, realisation at what was about to happen crossing his face before he simply said “Crazy bitch…”
With that she gripped tightly before yanking with all of her strength, a horrific tearing noise accompanying the action as she ripped his beating heart from his chest, his eyes watching the heart for a moment before rolling up into the back of his head as he collapsed into the pool, his blood running thickly into its once clear and pristine water as it rapidly became more and more red. Taking a seat beside the floating corpse the woman continued to smile as she started to bathe in the sanguine waters.
Sparrot
‘Stupid little human…’ thought the raven savagely as he flew through the air ‘we will show him, my love will destroy him body and soul, oh yes he will’. The bird perched some distance away, watching as the scene continued to unfold, waiting for Aergar Wald to finish his little conversation.
A whistle sounded through the trees, enough for Sparrot to know that Aergar was done, and so the bird took flight once again towards the imp. As he landed beside him he was still muttering “… peck out his eyes, we will. Cut his tongue from his mouth and shove it up his-…”
"Now, take me to Phrenesis." said Aergar, clearly done toying with the human.
Sparrot tilted his head and glared at Aergar, half considering instructing the imp to go back and finish the human here and now, but he knew better than to make such a decision on his own without consulting his love first.
A squawk left Sparrot’s beak before he took flight, guiding the elf through the forest to where his master would be waiting, the bird always being able to locate Phrenesis no matter where he was – the result of a spell that had been cast long ago at Phrenesis’s instruction. It would not take long for them to arrive, especially with the Imp’s teleportation power to match his own flight speed.
Fritz
"Well don't just stand there, you're not a tree. Sit, sit!" said the woman as he stood considering her words. It seemed that he had already run into the imp she spoke of, and so as he rushed about gathering his somewhat scattered belongings he responded “Do you mean Aergar Wald?” before he walked over and clambered up onto the seat, deciding that the woman definitely seemed friendly enough, though he kept his wits about him.
“He and his pet bird tried to send me to fetch a seed from some tree that flowers once a year, but I think he was busy as he left me alone when I didn’t accept his… quest”.
As he sat Fritz checked through his bag to see what else was missing, exposing the contents to the woman’s gaze as he did so.
“I’m Fritz” he said introducing himself as he glanced around at the wagon “I’m… new to these parts, at least I think I am, I’m not really sure where here is”.
He smiled at the woman and tried to appear as friendly as he could, though he was still a little on edge and was waiting to see if anything… crazy, for lack of a better word, would happen.
Sparrot
Swooping down into the small glade Sparrot landed on the shoulder of the woman as she sat in the pool, its waters now fully as red as blood itself, before nuzzling his beak against her for a brief moment of affection before Aergar Wald would arrive.
“He comes my love” squawked the bird to Phrenesis. The woman that he was in had sustained a little damage, he could see. Her left eye was a little swollen and there was a large cut that had already begun to heal slightly on her brow. Sparrot hopped off of her shoulder and onto the back of the floating Satyr, the body making a perfect platform for him. The bird glanced at her body, noting that his love had seen fit to remove her clothing – though Sparrot failed to appreciate the female form he could tell that others would be most pleased with what he was seeing, most pleased indeed.
The pair waited briefly for Aergar Wald to appear.
Raxacoricofallapatorius said
That escalated quickly.
Wow yeah :) I read this first and was like 'huh?' And then read the new post :p
I'm working on my post as we speak - I again hope to get it finished tonight but I'm afraid I cannot guarantee this. Same as before though if not it'll definitely be my first priority to finish it in the morning.
Yeah definitely an awesome map! That will be really handy once we begin to travel around and things! Need to have a proper look and read through the cities and things.
I think that is definitely an interesting idea, though I believe he was going to be also learning magic from Ada, although that could still definitely work - as a human with a knowledge of chemistry and what not I'm sure he would excel at alchemy. Also I think it could be good to introduce said character a little later on - as then we'd all three have a character with the 'main group' which we could focus on, also depending on what you had in mind the dynamic between whoever and Ada could be most fun, especially if Ada thinks magic is far superior, the alchemist thinks alchemy is far superior, and they are both trying to teach Fritz as much as possible?
Also I've got a post for Fritz out, and will be getting a Sparrot/Phrenesis one up asap! :)
I think that is definitely an interesting idea, though I believe he was going to be also learning magic from Ada, although that could still definitely work - as a human with a knowledge of chemistry and what not I'm sure he would excel at alchemy. Also I think it could be good to introduce said character a little later on - as then we'd all three have a character with the 'main group' which we could focus on, also depending on what you had in mind the dynamic between whoever and Ada could be most fun, especially if Ada thinks magic is far superior, the alchemist thinks alchemy is far superior, and they are both trying to teach Fritz as much as possible?
Also I've got a post for Fritz out, and will be getting a Sparrot/Phrenesis one up asap! :)
Fritz
Fritz grinned slightly at the praise he received from Aergar, relieved that his trick with the match had worked somewhat, or rather that it had impressed him. With a few words the forest imp dismissed him before calling out for the bird once more, then taking a step behind a rather large tree as the roots entwined around Fritz’s feet retreated back into the soil.
Fritz stood for a moment before taking a few steps to see if the imp was still there, feeling slightly surprised and amazed when he discovered that he had simply vanished. A huge grin broke on Fritz’s face as he considered the implications of the interaction he had just had. ‘Where on earth am I?’ thought Fritz to himself ’if I even am still on earth’
Before he could think further a sudden voice drew his attention.
"Hail! Are you in need of assistance, the road is to your right."
Squinting in the darkness towards a light, he struggled to see who had spoken, he again felt somewhat uncertain, especially after the experience he had just had, though this voice did certainly seem friendlier than that of Aergar Wald and that bird Sparrot.
Covering his eyes with a raised arm as he looked towards the lantern he could make out now a woman who was gazing at him, she was riding on a wagon with a large horse pulling it, he hesitated for a brief moment before responding “Hello? Road? Yes I think I’m lost.”
He waited cautiously for an answer, ready to run at a moment’s notice if need be, should a similarly bizarre series of events begin.
Fritz grinned slightly at the praise he received from Aergar, relieved that his trick with the match had worked somewhat, or rather that it had impressed him. With a few words the forest imp dismissed him before calling out for the bird once more, then taking a step behind a rather large tree as the roots entwined around Fritz’s feet retreated back into the soil.
Fritz stood for a moment before taking a few steps to see if the imp was still there, feeling slightly surprised and amazed when he discovered that he had simply vanished. A huge grin broke on Fritz’s face as he considered the implications of the interaction he had just had. ‘Where on earth am I?’ thought Fritz to himself ’if I even am still on earth’
Before he could think further a sudden voice drew his attention.
"Hail! Are you in need of assistance, the road is to your right."
Squinting in the darkness towards a light, he struggled to see who had spoken, he again felt somewhat uncertain, especially after the experience he had just had, though this voice did certainly seem friendlier than that of Aergar Wald and that bird Sparrot.
Covering his eyes with a raised arm as he looked towards the lantern he could make out now a woman who was gazing at him, she was riding on a wagon with a large horse pulling it, he hesitated for a brief moment before responding “Hello? Road? Yes I think I’m lost.”
He waited cautiously for an answer, ready to run at a moment’s notice if need be, should a similarly bizarre series of events begin.
Well, it comes from the film Gremlins 2. And at that I totally recommend you watch both of them! (Number 2 is a bit weird, but definitely watch number one at the least! - 'Gremlins')
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