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#Post#: 33007--------------------------------------------------
Puzzle Complete [closed, early December]
By: Aska Date: November 3, 2012, 1:46 am
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A diminuitive woman stood here, in the dark of the night. Her
petite form is clothed in silk and velvet that rivaled the night
for it's depth. At the hours of deepest darkness, the abyssal
priestess brought forth a pale skinned woman. Enclosed within a
robe of midnight silk, the silent captive is quiet. She does not
whimper, nor does she cry.
A silken silver rope binds her wrists in an intricate weaving of
knots and patterns. The sleeve moves up to her elbows. She is
barefoot, but unflinching upon the snow. Calmly, she approached
the altar table, obsidian stone. Laying flat upon her back, this
docile woman waited, while the priestess selected the blade she
would use.
Iron coated silver, Aska held in her hand. The implement is
deadly sharp, and gleaming in the moonlight. The priestess laid
the blade light against the neck of the innocent woman, and it
sank into her skin. A bit of pressure, and she assured that the
life's blood that flowed in those veins would soon flow over the
ground.
In a stream dark and thick, the lifeforce drained with her, her
spark guttering out. Never did she make a single sound. The
river of innocence spilt moved unerringly toward the center of
shadows, disappearing into it. The blade used for the job is
cleaned off and returned to it's appointed position.
The small statured priestess finally picked up an object that
remained tightly wrapped and warded. Her hood slid up over her
face. An intricately runed fan flicked open in her hand, the
folds bladed and dangerous. She stepped into the abyssal portal.
She was prepared for the fight against the various things she
nearly always faced off with in her visits. She moved with
deadly purpose, until she reached a sort of psychic impression
of an archway that truly existed. With a disdainful flick of her
fan, she cleared the fluids from the edge. She closed the
weapon, stepping through the archway.
As she stepped through, her cowl is swept back to reveal her
face. The cloak itself all but disappears from her form, leaving
her clothed in a kimono of silvered blues and lighter purples,
the silk like watercolors. Her obi is fairly simply, tied in
it's complicated knot at the small of her back, echoing the
silver. The silk robe beneath clearly showed her white collar.
Nearly waist length when freed, her hair is gathered in combs
from her face. Her face, moonlight pale had a bare amount the
white pigment used by the artists. Most noticeable is the tri
pointed expanse of her nape. Her lips were tinted lightly,
subtly. Her footsteps barely make a noise, and her movements are
smooth, graceful and sensual. A woman that has made her way from
making her mannerisms and movements pleasing or in some way
entrancing.
Her eyes are thickly lashed, and lilac hued. They were quiet and
serene. The patience of the tides. The scent of honeysuckle and
jasmine clings to her clothing and the air around her. Still,
her small and delicately boned hands keep hold of the object
that she'd brought through.
#Post#: 33008--------------------------------------------------
Re: Puzzle Complete [closed, early December]
By: Tayboski Date: November 3, 2012, 2:57 am
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The woman entered an ancient stone throne room, though notably
smaller and more modest than an average one in it's prime, the
once proud chamber now stood in shambles. The once great
paintings and tapestries that hung from its walls were all but
ripped from their hangings. Many where shredded revealing deep
gashed in the thick, cold stone behind it, a tell tale sign of
the powerful blows that ruined the once great works of art.
Craters of varying size and shape dotted the walls and floor
which was littered with once fine candle stands, splintered
furniture, and the corpses of small rodents in varying states of
decay, most of them skeletons, the implements of their demise
still lodged deep within their forms. The air was stale as
though entering a long forgotten tomb and all was silent,
deathly so making the woman's normally unnoticeable footsteps
all the more audible as she walked along the tattered, ragged
red carpet towards the only thing still decent in the room; the
throne.
The fine, black marble chair still sat proud and tall on top of
a small set of steps in the center of the room. Polished to a
high sheen that reflected any light that managed to hit it
making it sparkle beautifully like the night sky, despite the
horrifying faces twisted in anguish artfully carved into it's
design that made it look all more terrifying and intimidating
than beautiful. The ornate, silver rapier propped against the
left side of the throne only adding to the image.
Finally, there, on the throne, sat what appeared to be the
corpse of a man at first glance. His dusty yet regal clothing
implied that he was the master of this throne room, and he sat
in a position that implied as much, as though even in death, he
kept his dignity. It was an imposing posture that betrayed
impatience as he sat, hunched forward, head propped up on his
right arm as long, black hair hid his face from view. His legs
were crossed and angled away from the rest of his body, yet he
was completely still, skin pale and seemingly lifeless making it
seem even more like Aska had entered a tomb rather than a
castle.
Just then, when it seemed like Aska might've visited the wrong
place, the veins of the corpse on the throne darkened to a deep
black through his skin and he inhaled deeply as his skin
regained a bit of color. The man slowly raised his head, holding
the breath for a few moments before he exhaled slowly, his dark,
hip length hair still covering most of his features. "I thank
thee for the tribute," he said slowly. His voice low echoing
power and authority despite his disgraceful appearance. "Many a
moon since mine eye spotted thee. What is thy purpose here?"
#Post#: 33009--------------------------------------------------
Re: Puzzle Complete [closed, early December]
By: Aska Date: November 3, 2012, 3:34 am
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Like the artist she had once been, her pale eyes took in the
surroundings. They decayed further and further. There wasn't a
lot of help for it, but the decrepit surroundings still
disgusted her. The emotion pointed at the reasons for this once
majestic room's demise and disrepair. And the reasons for the
apparent impatience of the lord that sat in front of her.
She swept a curtsy, making the movement natural and smooth.
She'd been alive since the time such gestures had been apart of
an education, even in peasantry. "I have searched far, delved
deep into secrets unfit for the eyes of all but precious few.
And the endeavor has proven fruitful, my lord. Your words and
aid proved both infallible and and incomparable." She inclined
her head, the nape of her neck exposed. She came before him as
priestess, not warrior.
"The artifacts of each of your siblings have been gathered. The
ritual necessary is created, and awaiting the performance upon
the night that I have determined is optimal. The eleventh hour
of the solstice. The longest night." She took a deep breath,
regretting the action once done, the scent of the decay invading
her nose.
The woman knelt on her knees elegantly, sitting absolutely
straight. Wrapped in midnight silk, the small object that had
been retrieved was cradled in her hands. "My diligence has been
rewarded. The final and most precious of objects has been
retrieved, that it might please you to have it returned. My lord
might wear it as I would call him forth and part the chains that
keep him imprisoned." It hadn't been needed, but Aska was and
had always been an overachiever in her service to a deity.
She lifted her eyes, which until now, had been lowered in demure
fashion to her hands, and the object in them. She did not look
him in the eye, and would not unless invited to do so. That
misty lavender gaze looked at a tapestry as she told him softly.
"Your time draws very near, my lord. What may I do for you to
prepare for your rebirth into this world? I would see to your
comfort, if it might please you."
#Post#: 33010--------------------------------------------------
Re: Puzzle Complete [closed, early December]
By: Tayboski Date: November 3, 2012, 4:53 am
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The lord was still on the throne as he listened to Aska's
report. With his stone face hidden away behind his long,
neglected hair, only the air about the room would betray his
emotions.
First, it lightened a bit at the news of success and, only
slightly, from the peak of pale skin of the woman's neck and the
ghost of a smile could be seen on the exposed parts of his face,
if the woman had chose to look. Then it grew heavy again as the
smile vanished as though it were never there at the mention of
those who betrayed him. If it were anyone else mentioning them,
they'd have ended up like the dead rats littered about the room
in an instant. Since it was his priestess however, he held back.
One might not have even noticed if it weren't for the fact that
the stench of decay had grown even stronger in the heavy air
steeped in darkness. Upon hearing the date of his revival, the
air lightened back to normal as the maiden regained his favor,
and finally, he lifted his head from his hand as he stared at
the ring in the woman's hands; an item he thought was long gone
by now.
The lord remained seated until Aska finished speaking, then
there was a long pause. The lord's old, clothing shuffled as he
rose to his feet and he took slow, deliberate steps towards the
woman kneeling before him. Upon reaching her, the lord stood
there, the stench of decay even stronger now that his stale
clothing was closer to her. Without a word, he plucked the ring
from her hands and held it up examining it closely. Once
satisfied, the lord slipped the ring into his pocket and nodded
at the woman kneeling before him.
"Thou hast done well, I thank thee. Once I am free of this
accused place, I shall reward thee graciously. For now all that
ist within my power ist safe passage home," with that, the lord
extends his hand over the woman and she feels a dark power
surround her like a barrier and enhances her own darkness before
the feeling fades. Once it is done, the lord turns away from the
woman slowly making his way back towards his throne, his skin
growing pale again.
"Thou hast served me well enough already. I shall see to mine
own comfort once I am released. Continue in thy endeavors and
free me posthaste that I may have my vengeance upon the world
and reclaim the kingdom stolen from me so long ago." Upon
reaching his throne, the man turned around and sat down in the
position he was in when the woman had arrived. "Go now. I shall
stay here and continue to store my power as I await thy return
with baited breath."
It was then that the woman would notice it. Her lord was NOT as
fallen as his appearance would imply, upon closer inspection,
the room was so heavy with darkness that it had even become the
very air she now breathed. Yet, it seemed like the lord could
not access it for some reason. Even the small buff that he
bestowed upon her came from the floor, not from the man. The
wave of his hand was merely a signal to cause the action, not
the action itself. The room darkened slightly as a low grow
echoed from the walls. The man on the thrown smiled silently as
he looked at the woman with amusement, a mounting sense of
danger overwhelming her.
"It seems my companion is still not used to you. He still
considers you naught but a snack," he said. It was a shame, he'd
like to spend more time with her, but their meetings were always
cut short due to this beast. "with the ring, I can control the
beast, but it will take time. Thou must leave now, but worry
not; by thy return, the beast shall be fully within my power.
Farewell young maiden."
#Post#: 33011--------------------------------------------------
Re: Puzzle Complete [closed, early December]
By: Aska Date: November 3, 2012, 5:36 am
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Her face hidden for a moment, as her head lowered just slightly,
her neck was bared further, in a very old gesture of begging
forgiveness. She cringed feeling the difference in the room, and
knowing that, even if for just moments, she'd displeased him.
She feared her death less than she disliked upsetting him. But
to speak wouldn't do.
The lord relented on his own, and seemed content with the news
she had brought before him. She might have continued to feel
badly for having upset her lord, had it not been for the
bestowing of his gift of safety. He was no longer angry with
her. A knot that had curled itself in her stomach loosened.
She rested her fingertips upon the floor in front of her, bowing
her head once more. The bow is feminine and graceful. She rises
to her feet just as sinuously, her dark head turning to the
direction of the source of the growl. She would have liked to
stay a little longer, but that foul tempered beast couldn't
figure something simple out.
Her eyes had narrowed for just one moment, before her face
smoothed again. She looked at the lord, giving a brief nod of
her head. "I have faith that no beast could overcome you. You
will be his Master. The better it will be." She returned the
cloak to her hand, wrapping it about her form, and returning the
hood over her head.
With only her mouth visible, she made a motion as if kissing her
hand, and sending the kiss his way. It was no grand gesture. It
was small and charming, much like the woman herself. But it was
habit, no less. To a louder repeat of that growl, she stepped
through the portal, and had moved away from the place that held
danger.
#Post#: 33012--------------------------------------------------
Re: Puzzle Complete [closed, early December]
By: Tayboski Date: November 3, 2012, 5:51 am
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The lord chuckled darkly as the woman left a glimpse of dark
eyes peeking from beneath his hair as his head tilted in
amusement with the room rumbling from the beast's fury as his
left hand rested on the hilt of his rapier. "If only thou knew
how true thy words would be...," he muttered after her. If Aska
looked back, the last thing she would see would be dark tendrils
bursting from the walls and floor while her lord continued to
sit there, undaunted as the room was brought down around him...
And with that, the portal closed her off from her lord leaving
her with naught but one way to go.
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