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Long timer roleplayer, been at it for... god, almost 15 years now all told. Hasn't been all sunshine and roses, but I like to think I've improved somewhat steadily as time has gone on.

I generally like to play older characters, or at least toward the higher end of an age range. Also, just about all of my characters are caring and protective in some capacity, even the rare meanie that I make.

I play a mixture of male and female characters. I myself am a guy.

Generally speaking I try to post at least once per week.

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@Siaya Dragalorn Oh he DEFINITELY would intervene, that knife's his most valued possession.

Zeldria Miphras

Bride to Ineraz (@SilverPaw), Sister Bride to Sera (@Pupperr)
Interacting with herself


It was deep in the dark of night when Zel found her eyes snapping open. She couldn't say what had called her to aking so soon; she had not been through a nightmare, or at least she had not dreamt one, by the darkness of the room she couldn't slept enough for a complete rest, and the room's quiet meant it had not been a noise.

Her eyes widened at that thought. It was quiet- far too quiet. Absent were the sounds of any other creature in the room. She turned her gaze toward the corner where Sera had been sleeping, only to find an empty space. With a start she realized Inarez was also not there, and sat bolt upright in the bed. Where could they have gone, at this hour? Surely he hadn't decided to punish her for refusing him totally now, in dead of night. Had she tried to escape and been caught, then? Somehow that didn't seem right either. The rest of the estate was silent. There were no shouts of guards, nor was there baying of hounds that would surely have been employed to catch a wayward bride. Perhaps, then, one or the other had woken up and stepped out, with the other accompanying them.

Zel took several deep breaths to calm herself. How long was she going to panic at every impetus? Fear had dogged her ever since she'd arrived at the capital, and she had no doubt the Drakken could all but smell it on her. She would have to find a way to steady herself. If she didn't, she would not survive. It was that simple.

As her mind wandered, she held her hands together in front of her. With a push of willpower a small, flickering flame appeared between them that sent shadows dancing about the room. Small though it was, and little help against the cold grasp of the evening, it was still familiar and comforting. It was part of her, in a way, and if that part was still able to dance and shine like so, then perhaps not all hope was lost.

"I do not flinch before the rain and storm," she whispered softly to herself, "I will not flinch here."

The sound of footsteps approaching from down the hall set her to snuffing her flame out and reassuming her place under the covers. Lying down with her eyes closed, she was vaguely aware of two shapes entering the room. One circled for a time before climbing into the bed, the other headed straight to the corner. No doubt it was Sera and Inarez. As they both went back to bed, Zel willed herself to breathe slowly and she soon returned to rest.

She would wake again much later, this time with the glow of the sunrise entering the room. With a stretch and a yawn she roused herself from the bed, as early a riser as she had ever been, and looked around the room to see which, if either of her... she was unsure if she should call them her family, were awake with her.


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Wilhelm the Black Blade

Husband of Onyx (@Vesuvius00) and Amalia (@Belle)
Interacting with Onyx (@Vesuvius00) & Amalia (@Belle)


Wilhelm waited quietly in the bedroom while his brides bathed themselves, occasionally discussing tomorrow's plans with the servant of the house. The messenger he'd sent ahead rode the fastest horse Wilhelm owned, and would no doubt reach Nachtstone before midnight if all went well. He and the brides would be slower, however, and more cautious. The roads of Drakka could be treacherous, in more ways than one, and he had every intention of seeing his possessions transported home unharmed. There would be much to attend to, both on the road and once they reached their destination, and he would suffer no fool to ruin it.

The servant knocked on the bedroom door to alert Wilhelm of his brides arriving. He turned, his hands folded behind his back as they both entered. "I see you've finished washing," he said as they approached, "And you seem to have done a thorough job. Very good. Now then, I will be retiring shortly. I suggest you each do the same, as tomorrow will be a long day. And I will not tolerate delays because of something so petty as lack of rest."

With that said, he removed his upper garment, showing his powerful, well muscled physique as well as a variety of long healed battle scars, carefully placed his sword atop the headboard of the large bed- which would hold all 3 of them but would force some degree of proximity- and laid himself down in the center of it. He carried with him two letters, which he opened and began to read by the light of the lantern hanging on the wall, before noting that neither girl had moved much since they entered. "Well?" he intoned expectantly, "Does something trouble you two? Is the idea of sharing a bed with your husband so abstract that you cannot fathom it? And yes, I do expect you both to lay next to me, before either of you asks."



Zeldria Miphras

Bride to Ineraz (@SilverPaw), Sister Bride to Sera (@Pupperr)
Interacting with Sera (@Pupperr) & Ineraz (@SilverPaw)


Zel carefully laid her dress on the bedside table as indicated and made her way to the side of the bed. She peeled back a few of the furs laid over it and slid underneath them, laying on her side and facing the wall. Her husband- she was still having trouble considering him in that way- soon slid over to lay very close to her. She felt his breath on the back of her neck, and it sent a silent shiver down her spine, though not for the reason he might hope. The cold, rough skin of his hand on her shoulder and arm only added to her discomfort, and it took a great deal of effort to not visibly squirm where she lay.

“Mind if I hold you while we sleep?” he asked, nearly whispering in her ear. She breathed in sharply, not sure what to say in response. And then, he took things further.

“And no need to worry about this either,” he said as Zel felt a sudden pressure on her rear end “I will take care of it on my own. I promise, as much as I want to ravish you, there is something very tantalizing about a consenting lover.”

Zel winced at the word "tantalizing." Of course, she knew that such a purpose was the entire point of her position, but that he would be so quick to act on it, and so forward as well was not something she could have anticipated. Furthermore, Zel knew very well the sort of things he likely had in mind for where to place his hands should she say yes... but she'd already effectively denied him once tonight. Did she dare do it again? Would he punish her for it?

At that point, her eyes fell on Sera, huddled in her chosen corner just across the room. From where she lay on the bed, Zel could see her quite clearly as she lay there, trying to make herself warm for the night. No, Zel thought, He would punish her instead. And while it was true that Sera had rejected the idea of them relying on each other for support, and despite the fact that letting Inarez's wrath fall there would leave her untouched in multiple senses, Zel couldn't bring herself to let something so foul befall the poor girl. Not when she had the capacity to prevent it.

"If that pleases you, then by all means," she answered, and prepared herself for the worst to fall...




Zeldria Miphras

Bride to Ineraz (@SilverPaw), Sister Bride to Sera (@Pupperr)
Interacting with Sera (@Pupperr) & Ineraz (@SilverPaw)


Sera's response to her question shocked Zel into silence. Somewhere the in redhead's mind she'd thought she could, and should, build something of a fellowship with her fellow bride. She thought that if she was able to, it would be that much easier for them both. How else would they survive their time in Drakka, if not together? But it seemed things weren't fated to be. The way Sera had reacted, that cold and emotionless stare, the way she'd called Zel a stranger... That much was true, perhaps, but she had stated it so bluntly and with such a chill to her tone. It seemed she had no intentions of gaining any sort of familiarity. Was it something Zel had said or done? No, surely not, she'd barely spoken to Sera until now. Evidently, that was just how things were fated to be; a husband who she had no doubt would treat her little better than one of his hunting hounds, and a sister bride who wanted nothing to do with her.

"Oh. I see," she replied, her voice neutral. She didn't speak again for the rest of the bath, merely washing herself in silence and emerging from the water when she was finished. Unlike Sera, who left her gown on the floor in a heap, Zel folded hers carefully and tucked it beneath her arm after donning the tunic that had been provided. It was far from the most pleasant clothes she'd ever worn. The fabric was scratchy and coarse, and she had little doubt part of the intent was to make her want to remove it at some point, but she could tolerate a little roughness. As they walked down the hallway, Zel found herself actually admiring the trophies mounted on the wall. She was no stranger to beasts and hunting, but the hunting she'd grown up knowing was almost entirely for food and materials. Nearly all pieces of the animal were put to use in some fashion, which meant there was never really anything to be used a trophy. What she saw before her now couldn't be more different. Not only were the animals drastically more ferocious and nightmarish, but they were put proudly on display in the hall, as if the trophy was the primary concern of the hunt. It was a sign of hunting for sport, and though it was entirely alien to her, Zel couldn't help but be impressed by what she saw. It seemed her husband was not called Beastmaster for no reason.

And then they entered the bedroom. Their husband lay on the bed, dressed in black and assuming a... rather risque pose. The sight brought a flush to Zel's face, one which she hoped Ineraz wouldn't notice but was certain he would. He offered them a choice; sleep with him, sleep next to him, or sleep in the corner on the floor like an animal. Truth be told, none of them sounded well to Zeldria. She certainly had no desire to give herself to him, even though she was certain he would eventually take her by force, and if she slept next to him who knew where his hands would find their way to. But, if she chose the floor, not only would she be horribly uncomfortable and exposed to the chill of night, he could very well take it as a slant and react poorly towards her. Zel quietly turned over the choices in her mind, and shortly after Sera elected to take the floor Zel came to her own decision.

"As for me," she said a little uncertain, "I fear that between my... inexperience and weariness from travel I would not be able to... satisfy you, my lord. But, if it will do, I'll take my place in the bed beside you."

And so she did, wondering all the while as she tried to sleep how she would make it through. Her husband seemed cordial enough, but he was still a Drakken, and the one remotely familiar face in the house had made it clear she wished nothing between them. Zel was alone in spirit, and she would have to adapt to that as fast as she could.


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Wilhelm the Black Blade

Husband of Onyx (@Vesuvius00) and Amalia (@Belle)
Interacting with Onyx (@Vesuvius00) & Amalia (@Belle)


Well, at least it had been promising for a moment.

Just as quickly as the developments at the Reaping Feast had begun to heat up, they cooled that much faster as the Princess smoothed things over and declared the event ended. However, she would also be overseeing the validation of the challenge, and the Drakken whose bride Rynek had lusted after begrudgingly stepped forward to see to the matter. That, at least, was pleasing to Wilhelm. Challenges were not a thing to be brushed aside in favor of pomp and circumstances, they were to be met with full force that a Drakken might prove himself greater than the one who challenged him. It seemed the Princess understood that.

He looked down to see Amalia clutching his side, having been frightened by one of the revelers deeper in his cups than most and sought refuge with him. This was a good sign, as it meant she was already learning to anchor herself to him. An expectant look from Wilhelm sent the drunkard returning to his business, and he turned his attention back to his brides. Onyx had pulled Amalia away from him and seemed to whispering to her in an embrace. The librarian's daughter was not one to be easily frightened, and seemed to be taking the charge of comforting her sister bride. That would eventually need to be taken care of, but for now the showing was a sign of gumption, as well as the seed of solidarity between the two. Both of these items were desirable to Wilhelm, who preferred his brides be well-adjusted and functional members of his household rather than frightened little vermin that were good for nothing but birth and death, so he would permit such things. For the time being.

However, it was as the Princess had said; he had other matters to attend to that evening. So, as his brides separated from each other, Wilhelm slid between them and draped an arm around each, his hands gripping them firmly by the upper arms. "Let us go," he said, and began to move toward the door with his prizes in tow. The rain had lightened slightly by the time they exited, which meant they would not be as drenched as others as they traversed the city streets. Wilhelm directed them through several winding turns along the cobblestones until they arrived at a moderately sized single story cottage, the door of which was covered by a black flag emblazoned with a single sword surrounded by jagged stone- Wilhelm's crest. Standing just outside of it was another Drakken garbed in dark clothes and a travel cloak. As Wilhelm approached, he nodded to the man and placed his hand on Amalia's upper back, pushing her forward while he and Onyx stopped in their tracks. The Drakken stepped forward, pulling out several lengths of rope to drape over his shoulder and a knife from his belt.

Rather than harm the Gem, however, he took the lengths of rope in turn and stretched them across Amalia's body in various ways. First from her head to the earth, then across her shoulders, down the length of her arms and legs, and finally wrapping a rope around her chest, then her waist, then her hips, and lastly around her neck. Each time he did so he would pinch the rope where it had ran the length of her or met itself and slice it with the knife, then placed the newly shortened rope in a sack. The rope that had wrapped around her neck, however, was given special care and placed in a satchel at his belt. He nodded to Wilhelm, and the warlord obliged by bringing Onyx forward for the same treatment. Her ropes were placed in different bags, and when it was finished he grabbed the two sacks, nodded once more to Wilhelm, and began quickly walking down the road toward the gates.

"A servant," he told his brides nonchalantly, "He will ride ahead of us to Nachtstone and see that preparations for our arrival are made. Now, inside."

The interior of the cottage was spacious, but not particularly adorned or decorated. Another servant dressed all in black waited inside, and Wilhelm swiftly ordered him to draw a bath for his brides. "You are free to take your time. I do not have additional clothing for you here, so I suggest you take care of the gowns you were given. I will be in the only bed when you are done. We will be rising early so we might reach my castle in a timely manner, so ensure that you are well-rested for travel."

"One more thing, before we retire. If you are harboring thoughts of escape, you will find leaving this house simple enough. However, if you do so, you will be alone in the middle of all Drakka. And while I mean to keep you both in good condition, I cannot say what will happen to you should you be found by less... considerate Drakken." He let the word "considerate" hang in the air for a moment, letting the reputation of his people and their dread tendencies fill it with venom while he himself gave it none.

"You may proceed."



Zeldria Miphras

Bride to Ineraz (@SilverPaw), Sister Bride to Sera (@Pupperr)
Interacting with Sera (@Pupperr)


Zeldria stood in silence for a time after Ineraz left them. She could still hardly believe that what was happening was real, but denying it would do her no good. Not to mention the rain had left her soaked and chilled to the bone, and the warmth of the bath that had been drawn was proving to be exceptionally inviting.

"Well," she said aloud so Sera could hear her, "It'd be a waste of a bath to just stand here shivering, now wouldn't it?"

She gave the guards a brief look, knowing full well that they'd drink in her every detail but wanting to tell herself she'd tried, before working her way out of the drenched dress. She wanted to be careful not to tear it or get it filthy; Ineraz had said it was hers, and while she was loathe to think she'd ever want to wear it again, it was at least something. Maybe she could find the time to do some work on it? It was a nice thought, in any case. So she draped the dress off the side of the tub to air a little and then gingerly steeped one foot in the water. She winced as the heat bit at her, almost too much to bear, but acclimation soon followed and she followed suit with the rest of her. Once she was all the way in, not even using half of the tub, she turned to face Sera again.

"So... umm," she struggled to grasp the right words, "Sera, was it? I feel we should get to know each other a little better, since it seems we're fated to spend the rest of our lives as..." she trailed off, her mouth refusing to let her say the words "sister brides."

"What could you tell me about yourself? Or would you prefer that I start?"


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Wilhelm the Black Blade

Husband of Onyx (@Vesuvius00) and Amalia (@Belle)
Interacting with Onyx (@Vesuvius00) & Amalia (@Belle)


Interesting. So fate had provided him with a pair of Earth Gems. And each with different specialties and experience, at that. One was a coastal dweller who was drawn to animals, the other a librarian from the woodlands who specialized in plant life. The diversity only added to the intrigue. Yes, Wilhelm thought, he'd received quite the pair this time. Perhaps the trip had been a sound investment after all.

"I see," he said, "I think the both of you will be able to find a place in my house. It is quite a distance from the Capital, so we will stay in the city overnight and depart in the morning. For now-"

A sudden commotion drew his attention as a Drakken entered the hall by force. Attempts at crashing the Reaping were hardly unheard of, but a successful attempt? That was noteworthy indeed. It was also potentially troubling, as intruders would surely have but one demand. Wilhelm reached one hand down to the scabbard on his waist, gripping his weapon.

"Stay close," he commanded to his brides. He wouldn't move far, merely a step or two to get a better look, but it was better for all parties involved that they move with him. As he turned his gaze to directly see the intruder, Wilhelm's eyebrows raised slightly as he saw that it was, of all people, Rynek Darion. It seemed this Reaping had more than its fair share of surprises.

However, while the Princess was... entertaining Rynek, it seemed the husband of the Gem he eyed was content to use her as a shield and hope she would protect him. "Well?" Wilhelm called to him, "Your claim to your bride has been contested. Are you going to meet it, or hide behind the Princess like a coward?"


In Closed 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
My teacher character specializes in ice and is still allowed to manipulate water, I believe the same goes for students.
In Closed 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Which teachers are still up for a chance to show off?


Marshall is. And I'll actually follow through this time.
In Closed 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Aw nuts, I kept meaning to post in response to Stern and never got to it. RIP.

Zeldria Miphras

Bride to Ineraz (@SilverPaw), Sister Bride to Sera (@Pupperr)
Interacting with Ineraz (@SilverPaw) & Sera (@Pupperr)


The time between their collection from the baths and the arrival to the capital was an absolute blur. Zeldria vaguely remembered being shoved into her room once again, this time finding a garment laid out on the bed and being order to dress herself in it. Brief inspection revealed it to be an evening gown, sewn mostly from black fabric but with some silver accents here and there, extending down to her ankles and leaving her shoulders bare. She remembered thinking the black was fitting- it was like she was headed to a funeral for her old life. Or perhaps it would be one for all of her lives.

She had no time to dwell on such thoughts, however. As soon as she was dressed she was marched out of the room and down to join the rest of the brides to be. They exited the fortress the same way they had entered, a time that seemed eons previously. The trip to the capital passed in speed and silence for her. Where other Gems filled it with tears, jitters, and worries, Zel retreated inside her own head, trying to find what little solace she could. But, before she could gather much beyond a shred, she was being paraded through the Drakken streets to the reaping feast.

Before much time had passed, she and another Gem were seized by a guard's iron grip and nearly dragged forward, until they came to a stop before a tall, lean, and somewhat gangly Drakken with pale skin and long, black hair. The guard addressed him as Beastmaster and seemed to rather mock the man with his bows and obviously feigned praise before savagely shoving them both forward. Zel took several stumbling steps before managing to catch herself and straighten up. The Drakken- her new husband, she corrected herself mentally, looked them up and down, seeming to linger slightly longer on her scarlet hair, before posing some questions to them.

“My name is Sera Makatza” said the other Gem, speaking first.

"And mine is Zeldria," she said in turn, bowing her head forward slightly as a sign of respect that required little space, "And it is as you say, fire is the element I was born to."

"The guard referred to you as Beastmaster," she said, "Am I correct in presuming that you're a hunter of sorts, then?"


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Wilhelm the Black Blade

Husband of Onyx (@Vesuvius00) and Amalia (@Belle)
Interacting with Onyx (@Vesuvius00) & Amalia (@Belle)


The Reaping Feast was always something of a droll occasion. Feasting, fighting, the clashing of egos and zealotry- everything that could be asked for in a large Drakken gathering, truly. Wilhelm actually found himself bemused by all the spectacle, in spite of himself. He sipped at a glass of dark red wine that might have been mistaken for blood depending on the light as he glanced about his surroundings, occasionally raising it in respect to some of the older Drakken he saw who he respected. Then, at last, the doors of the hall swung open wide and the procession entered.

In spite of his attempts to maintain his composure at all times, even Wilhelm found himself hungrily eying the Gems up for grabs this year. The Reapers could be disparaged in many ways, but their eye for suitable brides was not one of them. Unfortunately, it was not up to him to pick his own brides. Unless of course he sought to challenge another Drakken for one, but that was a tactic for younger, stupider Drakken. No, he would not debase himself so. Not in front of the Princes and Princess who would be deciding which among them would be ruling Drakka all too soon.

It was then that one of the guards approached him, two Gems in his hands. One was slightly taller with dark black hair. The other featured blonde wavy hair and, he noted, was still maturing physically. Not that it deterred him; she would grow into herself, and he was patient.

"Finally?" he asked in reproach of the guard's remark, "These are far from my first brides you halfwit. Still, do convey that the Crown may always rely on my sword to be raised in Drakka's best interest. On your way, if you please."

As the guard hurried off, Wilhelm found himself relatively alone with his two acquisitions. One of them, the blonde one, had closed her eyes in desperation as she'd been dragged forward, and as he stepped forward to examine her she opened them. There was a glint of surprise in her gaze, he noticed, as she looked on him.

"Were you expecting a drunken savage?" he asked, "A half-beast drenched in drool, perhaps? Hmph."

He extended his hands forward, placing an index finger under each girl's chin and lifting their faces to look up at him. His gaze traveled over each of their faces in turn, like a hawk's might drift over a rabbit's, taking in every detail. Mostly, he looked into their eyes and what shone therein. Would he find defiance? Despair? Or had the light gone out, their time in Shadow Worth having drained it from them and leaving only quiet acceptance behind? It seemed too early to tell, for both.

It was then that the blonde spoke. "Hello Milord. It is a pleasure to meet you,"

"Is it now?" he replied, "We will see if that is true in due time. I am Wilhelm, as you both no doubt heard. You will refer to me as milord or lord husband. For now, you will tell me your names, your elemental skill, and what sort of place you come from."

His tone made it clear he would brook no refusal.


I have gone far too long without a Wilhelm Post. The lot of you have my word that when I get to it within the next day you'll get the best I've got.
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