The Witchwood

[Vagrant]

Hamish

Well, he thought, if she wants it inside her, so be it. But if she bares a chld he'll have no part in it.

The time it took for her to answer was almost enough for him to reach climax, and so, a few seconds after she screamed her response, he let loos with a torrent of cum, his hot thick fluid flooding her passage as he slammed into her with all his strength one final time.

 

[Lyonhart42]

Elspeth

Feeling him tense up, she raises herself into his final thrust, expending the last of her energy to meet him. His massive cock pressed firmly against the entrance to her womb, power of this final blow combined with the gush of his seed filling her, sending her over the edge into one final massive orgasm. It's intensity causing her vaginal muscles to contract around him tightly, intensifying the feeling the booth of them. The waves of pleasure overwhelming her.

Finally she collapses onto the sweat soaked stack of linen, her hands sliding of his shapely ass to lie limp beside her, her chest heaving to bring air to her burning lungs. Taking stock of her abused body and aching muscles, she realizes what her pride just put her through.

"Good gods man" She says with a satisfied moan "I shant be able to walk for a week, what a glorious fucking you give"

 

[Niamh]

Aradia and Company

Meghan moved fast when she had a purpose. Captain Owain had all that he could do to maintain a stately walk beside her as she sailed out of the kitchen and across the neighbouring greensward to the wash-house. The door was open, and billows of steam from the boiling coppers inside poured out onto the green like clouds.

"Steamy place," muttered Captain Owain, feeling his moustache wilt.

Meghan grunted. "The linen room is just there, Captain. Down the corridor at the end. I am pretty sure you will find your Guardsman inside."

Aradia had trotted along behind them, and now she came up close beside Meghan, craning her head to see inside. She looked at the old woman curiously. "Why would a Guardsman waste his time in the linen room?" she whispered.

Captain Owain looked every bit as skeptical. The steam had turned his cheeks a brilliant red, and his nose was glistening with large, wet drops.

Meghan ignored their doubts.

"On with you, Captain, if you please. Call the Guardsman Hamish, and see if I am right."

Captain Owain shrugged, but straightened himself to his most martial bearing, and stiffly marched down the corridor to the linen room door.

"Hamish!" He rapped on the door with the butt of his spear. "Hamish, come out this instant!"

Sounds of whispering and hurried movement reached the listeners outside, but no answer to the Captain's summons came forth. Meghan's beady little eyes gleamed.

"Hamish!" she roared, leaving Aradia's side to swagger up to the linen room door. "Come out, you worthless son of a goat! And bring that trollop Elspeth with you!"

Aradia crept along the corridor and peered over Meghan's shoulder.

"Now, now, chick," the old woman chided gently, pushing the princess back the way she had come. "I suspect the sight we are about to see is not fit for a maiden's eyes. Captain Owain? Kindly break down the door this instant."

"Beg pardon?" the bewildered Captain muttered.

"If my nephew Khent has come to any harm because of the laxity of your command, I warn you, Captain, there will be unpleasant consequences," Meghan growled. "I may be no match for the Lord of the Wood, but turning a man into a worm is not beyond my powers! Now kindly break down this door with no further delay!"

"Have I your leave, my Lady?" the Captain asked Aradia, his face looking ashen for all the steam.

She nodded and gave him room.

A moment later the door lay splintered in the dust at their feet.

 

[Vagrant]

Hamish

He slowly withdrew from her, his cock sliding out of her pussy. It came out easier because it had started to soften. When he heard her words he chuckled.

"Ye asked fer it woman. And if ye carry a child, I'll have no part in it. Now hurry and get dressed, we cannae tarry much longer."

He looked for his clothes as he heard the Guard Captain bellow. Cursing, he hurried to get dressed. When he heard Meghan's demand he chuckled to himself as he buttoned up his pants.

"I dinnae think she'll be ready tae come out for a while yet." He said to himself.

As he was reaching for his tunic, the door came crashing open.

"Aye sir I'ma coming." He said outloud finally, so everyone could hear.

 

[Katerinna]

[as yet unamed elven servant]

A pale blue eyed girl was walking up the hall. She seemed to be muttering to herself, but if one was close enough one could have sworn she was speaking something that the Lord's english. Her arms craddled some linens, freshly cleaned and folded. As she was told she was carrying them to the closet for storage. Her eyes darted quickly as shadows passed over her face. Captain Owain, Meghan, The Pricess.. a whole entourage it seemed crossed her as she came to the linen closet hall. She studied each of their faces as they ran past her.

A commotion seemed to be in place and she made quickly to follow them. Not a sound came from her small pink lips as they conversed amongst themselves. Hamish and Elspeth.. in the linen room. Hah, another interesting little tidbit the Master will be happy to hear. It seemed that they had been caught at play in the Linen room, the girls own destination.

The little elf, for yes she was an elf, an envoy of the Dark Master of the Witchwood himself. Sent to impregnate this fortress and study the habits of the Princess so the Master could find a way to lure and trap the pretty little human for his own will. The elf studied the Princess, making sure to remember every curve of the royal lady's body. I can make a sketch and the Master will keep it and give me a treat!!

As her head filled with thoughts of delights her Master could profer for a job well done, the scene unravelled before her. The captain breaking down the door and the half dressed Hamish was there, standing over the prostrated, and very sated looking, Elspeth. She always was such a whore.. if half of them knew the things that maiden If you could call her a Maiden did in the late hours of the night, they would eat their own hats, before believing that the Princess' "virginal" handmaiden could be thus.

The little elf giggled and tugged her gray coif over her ears, slidding a finger under to scritch at an itchy ear tip. She pushed up to her toes and looked on, a little deviant grin spreading over her lips.

 

[GageWilliams]

Rektfield stood beside his throne, made of dark twisted wooden branches, coming straight from the ground joined together with dark pieces of jagged steel, that reflected the dark glow of his lounging attire.

His black boots tapped lightly on the floor as he paced back and forth in his throne room. He smiled darkly, his visor and helmut no longer darkening his demeanor.

His face was actually quite handsome, with skin the color of sand on a beach night, and features that seemed to have been sculpted from fine porcelain. His nose was sharp and his lips were often drawn into a dark half-smile, but his eyes were the windows to his dark soul, blazing the darkest purple around their black pupils.

He walked lightly for a man his size, he stood taller even than the supposed man-giant Hamish, and was as fast as he was strong. He smiled now, recounting the encounter in the Wood with the young princess. Tired of using his pool like some low-grade magician, the prince sits on his throne and closes his eyes, using the eyes of the forest to peer into the castle, seeing the princess, the blasted cook, some guards, two naked lovers, and... ahh yes... his little infection in their castle. He smiled as he remembered his little Elfette. It was time to put her to use.

He opened his eyes and looked around the dimly lit room, the shadows on the wall slim projections of the few candles that he kept lit. He walked out towards his personal kennels and tore a sheet of paper from it's holding place on a shelf. He then looked at his hand, where each finger was capped by a long shapely nail. With some focus the touched his index finger to the paper, where its presence caused the paper to scorch under its impression.

He now wrote his Elf a note, short and simple and put it in the talons of a raven that he pulled from its cage. The raven then took flight from his wrist, without needing instruction to its location, knowing exactly how to get inside the castle and lay the note in the hands of his servant.
The note was simple, reading thus:

My favorite and dearest Minion,

It is time for you to sneak away before nightfall. It is necessary that some of my plans be put into motion this very evening, so find your way back here with some reason to be gone from them that they won't notice. Once you're here, I will give you further instruction. All of your sacrifices and pains will be rewarded, greatly.

Yours,
Rektfield



After watching the bird soar into the heavens, he walked back to his throne room and resumed his pacing and without knowing that it was the same thing his elven minion was doing, he scratched his long elven ears.

 

[Niamh]

Aradia

Aradia peered over old Meghan's shoulder and stifled a laugh. There stood big Hamish, his clothing awry, stiff-backed and staring straight ahead as though scanning the distant countryside for approaching enemies. Behind him, skirts rucked high up her thighs and legs most lasciviously akimbo, lay Elspeth, whose red face and tumbled hair told a story too plain for even a maiden to misunderstand.

Captain Owain's moustache wiggled beneath his nose. Several of the servants sniggered. Everyone clearly thought this an excellent joke except for Meghan, who gave every appearance of being ready to pronounce some loathesome spell.

"Hamish, when I am finished with you, you will wish that you had been born a gelding. For now though, give thanks, for my nephew Khent is wandering the Witchwood, and you are the man to go after him!"

Aradia raised her hand to her mouth and felt the tears of merriment springing to her eyes. The expression on Hamish's face was utterly crestfallen. She had the feeling he would have been happier turned into a toad than sent into the Witchwood at the head of a troupe of guards.

And then, strangely, she had the feeling that someone was watching her. She turned her head and looked behind her, meeting, for the barest instant, the eyes of the laundrymaid.

Strange,Aradia thought to herself. I have never seen her in the castle before. And why is it that she stares at me that way, as though she wanted to memorize every line of my face?

"I will give you an escort of ten," Captain Owain said briskly to Hamish, "And you will leave as soon as you have made yourself decent!"

Beside him, Meghan simmered like a cauldron of salamander stew. "And mind you don't come back, you rutting swine Hamish, until you have my nephew safe and sound beside you! I do not care if you have to go to the castle of the Elven Lord himself!"

The laughter behind her startled Aradia. She turned around again, but there was no one there.

 

[Katerinna]

Lirael

The elf was almost afraid she had been caught when the Princess turned and looked back into her little elven eyes. She didnt dare to blink. The moment She turned back, Lirael's ears twitched inside her coif. She heard the bird.. She had to run and fetch the message.

Within a moment she was gone, almost as if she had disappeared. Running down the hall soundlessly, almost as if floating as elves are known to do, she made it to her "quarters" and halted quickly. She ran inside and the little bird was there dropping off a note. As soon as Lirael picked it up, the bird took flight again, flying through her little window.

she read:
My favorite and dearest Minion,

It is time for you to sneak away before nightfall. It is necessary that some of my plans be put into motion this very evening, so find your way back here with some reason to be gone from them that they won't notice. Once you're here, I will give you further instruction. All of your sacrifices and pains will be rewarded, greatly.

Yours,
Rektfield



The note crumpled in her hands, as her eyes went wide. Her little thin lips were in a gleeful smile as she thought of those rewards.. GREAT rewards He would give her. She stuffed the note into the pocket of her apron and headed for the Laundry. Her little steps drawing closer, silent. She huddled into herself, making herself invisible through pure power of will. Even her long smooth pale hair seemed to stay stiff and struggle against the urge to naturally flow up in soft whistful tendrils as she glided along.

She made it to the Laundry and headed for the Mistress there. In quick whispers she mentioned that her Mother was ill and she must rush to tend her.. she would return as soon as her ailing mother was better and that she would work twice as hard to make up for her time gone. The old bat believed her, for even this little elf had a little magic of her own. She was let go and soon was running down the halls again. When her sensitive ears picked up humans she slowed and pretended to be on her way to another chore or duty.. the guards and maids wholy ignoring her unimposing person.

She made it to her room and grabbed a shawl, wrapping it around her little shoulders. She didnt need it but she had to pretend for just a little longer. Sticking her head out the door she spied for onlookers. Whens he saw none she slipped out, locked her little closet room and walked down the hall. The moment she turned a corner she pressed agaisnt the brick wall of the palace. Cold and hard against her soft little hands, she peered around the corner. No one. She wrapped the shawl over her head and muttered the little word he Master had taught her. With that she disappeared. She could now run out as she was required with all her elven speed. In a matter of minutes she would be before her Great Master, at his beck and call. He would be so proud of her.

 

[Sigurd]

The Crone

The haggard woman continued to stare out the window as a low cackle rose from her throat.

"Foolish boy, Now you will learn that faery tales are just that."

A grin formed across her face.

"Another one for the dark lord, he will be most pleased when he learns Khent is from my loins."

The hag reached her bony fingers to her neck tracing the outline of a talisman, muttering to herself she passed her thoughts to the witchwood.

"He is there my lord, the unknowing boy in the forest is my son. Well do you know the promise I have made thee. He is strong, and although he follows the ways of the light, already does his mind flee to darkness and the passions within him are of those of delightful night. He has easily been deceived. Within your own plans I know he will serve you well. Not like the failures which now catch flies at the base of my tower. O great and powerful lord, I ask only one thing for my loyalty. Turn back the clock of age so that I might be beautiful once more."

The crone ran her fingers over a long silk dress laying beside her, once worn when she had a name, so many years ago.

 

[Vagrant]

Hamish

"Aye Cap'n" He acknowledged his orderand made to leave the rom to go bak to the barracks. Waiting for Meghan to move out of his way. He all but ignored her threats. He knew his duty, and that was enough incentive for him.

After she moved out of his way he walked briskly down the hall, his tunic still in his hands and the muscles in his great back relaxing from the tension they were in when he got caught.

At the barracks, he hurriedly changed into fresh clothes and gathered the ten men that would accompany him.

"Alright lads, we've been ordered into the Witchwood. Aye I've heard the stories too, but I'm nae so foolish as tae believe 'em. We search for a missing Knight, called Khent. And we are nae to come out until we find 'im. Gather your arms, we leave in ten minutes."

 

[Sigurd]

*within his mind he saw much that even conscious he would not comprehend. The Witchwood towered above him, but here, in the realm of nightmares, it was a welcoming sight. He saw Aradia standing before a tall dark figure, next to him, an attractive elven girl. In his hand he held a black hilted sword he knew not. The hall was silent save strange words being muttered by the dark lord. Then...laughter, evil, scathing laughter that was released suddenly from his own throat, he gripped his sword tightly as well as the hand of the elven girl aside him. As he served as a spiritual bystander to the situation he felt fear grip him as his darker side looked straight at him, pointing. "Come Khent! Come to meet your destiny!" Then more laughter as the dark Khent knelt next to the Dark One.*

"NO!"

Pulling himself from his exhaustion manifested illusions, he lunged out with his blade to strike at empty air. Swinging his blade this way and that feverishly until his strength once again waned.

"Damn the ancient ones, what is wrong with me..Mother, you bitch! Why the hell could you not have made more sense...

Khent collapsed near the steps of the temple, and either it was within his mind or not he heard the clarion of the trumpet.

"Ahh, so they come to take me to him...let it be done then..."

With that Khent fel back into the world of his dreams.

 

[Vagrant]

Hamish

The guards entered the wood cautiously. Despite what he had said about thinking them foolish tales, even Hamish was a bit uneasy about entering this wood.

"Alright Lads, go in pairs and search for the young knight. I want to be out of here as soon as possible."

The 10 men split off into pairs as ordered and went searching. Hamish went out alone.

OOC: I'll let Sigurd say whether or not Khent is found, since he obviously has a plan for what is happening with Khent. And I really don't want to ruin it.

 

[Lyonhart42]

Elspeth

Realizeing that she sudenly has an audiance, and that one of them is her princess. Elspeth stands, all be it aucwardly, straitening her scurts and strugleing back into her bodice. Swiftly laceing herself up, she falls to her knees before her princess and freezes there as if unable to move, her post sex hair only partualy covering the bright red color her face has turned.

"I beg your forgiveness lady" her voice harsh from use "i will accept whatever punishment you see fit to give, just please don't dissmiss me from your service"

 

[Niamh]

Aradia

Aradia's mind was preoccupied. Something about the little laundrymaid had struck her as strange, but she could not put her finger upon it. She gazed after the retreating figure, and frowned.

"A fine lot of nerve you have, Elspeth!" grunted Meghan, and Aradia turned back towards the linen room door just in time to see the quavering little handmaid receive a smart slap across the cheek. The old woman's gnarled hand left a white mark on the girl's ruddy skin, and Aradia flinched, stepping forward to stop Meghan from hitting her a second time.

"You shall not punish her, Meghan. That is for me to do, in my own time and my own way." Her voice was stern, regal in the way that all princesses are taught to be from childhood. Aradia folded her arms across her chest and looked down to where Elspeth knelt in the grass, her hair a tangled mess that slipped from beneath a coif set sideways on her head in haste. Her shoulders were bare and the smell of her was...like wild mushrooms. Aradia wrinkled her nose.

"You shall tidy and wash yourself, and come to my room when you are decent," she continued, no sign of warmth in her voice, but her hand on the cowering handmaid's shoulder gentle. "You have much to answer for this day, but I shall not dismiss you from my service."

"My Lady, you are too kind," Meghan protested. "Girls like her are a hundred for a penny. You should send her packing as a lesson to anyone in this household who thinks they can act the whore behind your back."

Aradia turned her eyes towards the old woman, and something in them warned her to say no more.

"Rise then, Elspeth, and away with you. I shall expect you upstairs within the hour."

And so saying, Aradia turned on her heel and walked back towards the castle, her long skirts trailing across the grass.

"Don't think you've heard the end of this from me," hissed Meghan, and cuffed poor Elspeth one last time on the ear before flouncing off in the opposite direction.

 

[Niamh]

Aradia

As she walked back towards the castle, the princess felt uneasy. It was hard to explain. Her skin felt odd; as though it did not quite fit her anymore. It prickled and tingled with every step, and she felt her senses attuned to a new level of awareness. Something about the smell in the stuffy linen closet, that half-rank, half-alluring wild mushroom smell, and something about the knowing look in the strange laundrymaid's eyes, had conspired together to give her unrest of both a physical and a mental kind.

She passed through the rose garden and climbed the spiral staircase that led directly to her chambers. It was a private way, used only by herself and her handmaids. The whole rose garden was her own secret spot. Usually she would have lingered in the sunshine, twining a flower or two into her hair. But this morning she was too restless, and rushed up the stairs with her skirts flying, out of sorts with the world.

The handmaiden who attended her during the day, Morwenna, was already on duty when Aradia arrived in her room. She was a dark thin girl, quiet and graceful, the very opposite of the vivacious Elspeth who attended her by night. Aradia sighed. Elspeth. How she wished the girl had not been discovered in her disgrace. The princess was woman enough not to begrudge her handmaiden what scant pleasure she could find with the handsome guardsman, but she wished it had been undertaken in a more discreet way.

Pleasure. Was that not what the Dark Lord of the Wood promised her when he sent her his maddening dreams night after night? Even alone, Aradia blushed when she remembered them, when she remembered the things he had whispered. I know your desire, Aradia. I know you are half-mad with the need to find your release. And yet, poor girl, so chaste in your castle of women, what chance have you to know peace? What chance if you do not dare to come to me and allow me to show you the very depth of your own desire? To show it to you, and to fulfill it in ways you cannot even yet imagine?

"My Lady, your bath is waiting," Morwenna said quietly.

 

[Lyonhart42]

Elspeth

What fortune, my lady didn't dismiss me

Silently Elspeth rises and darts of towards the servant’s quarters, not staying for Aradia to change her mind.

But what punishment will she have for me?

Something about the thought of coming punishment intrigues rather then scares her.

Ummm, her hands on my body, her tongue on my breast

*Bamm* The serving maid she just ran into startling her out of her thoughts, The red wine the woman was carrying staining Elspeth's clothing, rendering it totally ruined.

"You, stupid bitch, can't you watch were your going!"

The timid maid, darts out of her way, practically running as she hits the corner. The Handmaids reputation for anger is legendary among the lesser servants.

With a sigh, Elspeth continues on. Fetching fresh clothing from the closet that passes for her bedroom, and then onto the communal bath that all the servants must share. Seeing the pot over the fire still contains some hot water from this morning, she says a quick prayer of thanks to the gods, as she prepares her bath.

Sliding into the bath, she loses her self for a time in thoughts of Hamish in all his 10inch (at least) glory, and of her princess and coming punishment.

He was worth it, most definitely worth it

She stands draining the water from the bath and Quickly drying her self.

And what punishment could Aradia possiblely come up with that could have any hope of even fazing her

Almost lathing, she gets dressed and brushes her hair.

Heeee, the punishment it self may be enjoyable, are Princess can be an inspiring sight herself.

Starting off towards the Aradia chambers.

If only she knew what an enjoyable experience it is helping her undress for the night she'd have dismissed me on the spot

Reaching her destination, She knocks, waiting for permit ion to enter.

OOC: I'm sorry I'm an incorrigible Bi-sexual, if this bothers anyone I'll stop, I don't mean to cross any lines, but I also haven't seen anything but straight hetero sex here either, the good news is that it's all in her head at this point and if you want can just stay there.

 

[GageWilliams]

Rektfield stood suddenly from his throne, where he had fallen into a daze. His forest was talking to him. He paused and closed his eyes while standing, allowing himself to hear and see as the twisted and gnarled wood did.

What he saw made a laugh catch in his throat. "Soldiers! How ridiculous... they must be searching for the knight... Well, it simply won't do for him to be found. It is time to make it quite clear that the forest is mine and no one else's in which to tread... with the exception of those that are invited."

He sat still for a long moment, reaching out beyond himself. He saw their leader, Hamish and watched him walk through the Wood... his blade tearing through trees. Rektfield's lips turned into a sour frown as he watched the fool's blade sink into the trees of his forest. "It is time for the trees to defend themselves."

And with no more breath than it would have taken for him to speak an incantation, the trees of the forest moved. They reached out to the intruders and cut them with their branches. Fowl and animal jumped from their branches and full of evil and malice tore at the helmuts and skin of the men from the castle. As quickly as it had begun, it was over. Only left was Hamish, tall and strong, still carving into his wooden taskmen. All the rest were dead. Rektfield admired the tall guard and his lips returned to a smile. With another brief expulsion of energy, the wind was ready to echo his words to Hamish.

Go back to the castle, Hamish, or I will surely kill you as well.

As he awaited Hamish's decision, Rektfield looked into the sleeping mind of his latest minion.

The man Khent was unconcious on the stone floor of one of the old dark Elven temples. Rektfield had been entering the man's dreams for hours now, and was sure that the seeds of doubt had been planted. With a snap of his fingers, He stood beside the young man and liften him into his arms. Rektfield wore no armour and wore no helmut. As he carried Khent from the temple, the young man could open his eyes and see Rektfield's true face. After they had cleared the temple, and Khent began to regain consciousness, Rektfield's face softened but did not smile any longer. He spoke to the man.


You will serve me well. It is fated and promised and now it is so.

And with that, he dropped Khent onto the ground softly, beside the body of a wild black stallion, not there until now. A horse that would answer now to only two men, and to any other man would fight with a dark fire in its eyes. As Rektfield snapped his fingers again, disappearing from the side of the waking Khent one more spell was cast.

The tower where young Khent had just recently departed mere days before was empty now. On the bed was a dress, clearly intended to be recently worn. Beside it, where had moments ago stood an old crone was now a solid silver statue. A statue in the form of a beautiful woman of twenty, who with both hands was making a frantic gesture of sudden realization and repentence, though it was surely too late.

 

[Katerinna]

Lirael

ooc: ive no concerns about your Bisexuality, being Bi myself Id rather enjoy a little girl on girl action.
This post is here in reply to Gages post. It can be altered if need be .. Just a forethought


IC:
The little elf ran. She skipped over shrubs and roots, ducking under branches. Like a graceful gazelle she swung around and back again, dodging saplings, flaura and fauna.

Nimble as a fox, her surroundings melted about her as she sped accross the dark leafy atmosphere of the Witchwood.

Her traipsing came to a halt as she skidded to a pointed toe. She stood perilously over a dead and skinned ?? body of a guard. Her little blue eyes swepts the openings around her and she almost gasped, Seeing other bodies in a similar state laying about. The Masters work. He is so gifted.. So powerful.. So handsome.. The little elf's body racked with romantic sighs of adoration.

Her mind chirped to attention as some movement caught her eye. Was that.. Hamish?? Standing there in the opening, looking to nothing.. as her Masters voice echoed...

Go back to the castle, Hamish, or I will surely kill you as well.

Lirael quickly pressed her back to the tree, stepping away from the broken body. She musnt let him see her like this, or He might recognize her.

She pulled the small coif from her head, her pointy ears free now. They flickered softly and she scratched that begging itch again. Her soft white blonde hair fell in soft curls and tiny decorative braids. She reached inside the pocket of her apron and pulled out a small tied bundle in white linen. Untying it she smiled as the little golden circlet shone in the dim forest light. She lifted it and pressed it to her brow, whispering the little word that would make it close about her forehead. The illusion of her maid's garb disappates and she appears in her full servant of the Witchwood's glory.

Her plain clean little frock was now replaced by a clinging and very complimenting number. A pattern of leaves and twigs blended on the top. The sleeves flowing and clasping at the wrists with little golden threads. It was pressed tight to her slim figure at the waist. The bottom now a pair of slacks, made of leather patchwork. These ran from belly to ankle with two stitched and open sides on the outside of her legs, showing prominent hip, thigh and calves. Her feet now in small suede boots, pointed slightly at the tip.

she makes a picture of perfect earthly servitude. Beautiful, but fit for any task.

Confident that she will not be recognized she steps away from the tree and refers to Hamish "You there, You enter my Masters woods! Care for your life.. and Flee!"

 

[Vagrant]

Hamish

OOC: Doesn't bother me either Lyon.

IC: He had heard the ultimatum clearly, though he didn't know the source. Just moments before the voice on the wind spoke, he had heard the dieing shouts of his commrads(sp?).

Then, from out of nowhere, the elf woman appeared, offering the same options, die, or leave. As it happens her work to make herself go unrecognized was unneeded. After Hamish saw her pointy ears, he would have never believed she was, but until a short time ago, a maid in the castle he was charged with guarding.

He considered his options carefully. If he could somehow overpower the elf girl, he could bring her back to the castle and it would not bea complete loss. Or he could go further, possibly die, and the castle would be no better off now than they were before he and his men left.

Deciding, he turned and started walking towards the elf girl, since that was the way he had come. Since he was worried about the fabled elven reflexes ((Ie, the reflexes that will be there if Katerinna doesn't want to be captured)) he waited until he was very close to her before attempting to hit her with the butt of his sword to render her unconcious.

 

[Sigurd]

Khent rose slowly from the ground, the hard stone floor blurring before him as he attempted to make focus on something within his surroundings.

"You will serve me well. It is fated and promised and now it is so. "

The words echoed within his mind. He began to trace back to the visions that he had seen within his comatose state. A tall man with dark eyes, a black horse, strange words. The strangest of all his feelings was that of a sense of belonging. But belonging to what?! Around him were dark walls lit by torches that were so insufficient in their task of providing light to the dreary hall that Khent began to wonder if complete darkness would be a great difference.

Khent moved to his feet, as he heard the rolling growl of a creature. Sending his blade to his hand he noticed that instead of the bright silver of his trusted blade, he now wielded a ebony tinted sword. Shifting his attention quickly to the sound he spoke, his voice echoing within the hall.

"Come out creature and meet your death."

He soon began to realize from the words of the shadowed man and the situation that he was now in that his mother had betrayed him.

There was no longer the feeling of fair play within him, he wanted the creature to die, mangled in his fury at the betrayal of his mother. he wanted to see its blood spilt and revel in its destruction.

"You Bitch, you filthy, narcissistic whore! This was my destiny?! It was not to be with Aradia, it was to bring her to your lord! Am I to be alone forever now? Within this darkness? So be it, if this is what you will do to me I will ensure that no one within the realm will have what they want, in the service of the Dark One, I will have my revenge!"

Kneeling for a moment, placing his sword aloft he muttered an oath of fealty. The creature neared as Khent jumped back, lashing out hard with his own blade, slicing the arm off the creature in the shadows sending the appendage rolling into the corner. He was no longer Khent, the knight of the realm, he was possessed with hate, and the creature would be the first victim of the dark knight's malice.

Cut after cut, slash after slash the creature howled out in pain until it's head was removed from its body.

Khent's blood spattered face looked up toward the rising moon, as he laughed hysterically raising his sword in salute to his new mistress..

That of the night.

 

[Niamh]

Aradia

OOC: Not a problem at all, Lyonhart


Silently Morwenna unlaced her kirtle, and Aradia turned her face towards the window out of absent-minded habit. Far, far beyond the castle walls she could see the tops of the trees in the Witchwood, as ever gloomy and shadowed even on the brightest day.

The ivoury velvet gown slid down to her feet, and Aradia stepped free of it, immersing herself quickly to the chin in the steaming bath. Morwenna poured fragrant oils upon the water from a delicate silver ewer, and scattered rose petals afterwards into the princess's bath. She was silent, as always, but it was a companionable silence. Aradia found it soothing, and appreciated it much after the heated terror of the night.

They were interrupted by the entrance of Elspeth, newly scrubbed and dressed, but looking anything but sorry for her misdeeds. Aradia sighed and lifted one arm languidly for Morwenna to wash with the sponge.

"Elspeth, you are very lucky that Meghan did not get her way this morning. What you did last night was...unspeakable." And here she gave the rosy handmaiden a very hard glance, but it was not of anger. There was something else there; something like wistfulness, perhaps for all of the adventures that a princess of the blood could never know.

Elspeth murmured something, and dropped another proper curtsey, but Aradia had the feeling she was smug beneath it all. I have experienced what you cannot. I have known pleasures of which you can only dream. Shall I tell you what I imagine when I watch you sitting naked there, with your little breasts bobbing like apples in the bath? This last shocked Aradia, and caused the blood to rush up into her face. Could she have actually read such thoughts in the glance of Elspeth? Or was it more some wild hope of her own? Some aching hunger reaching out for assuagement from any source at hand, the way a babe deprived of its mother will try to suckle even at another woman's thumb?

"You must be cold, Lady," Elspeth murmured, and her eyes flashed before she lowered them once again. "Shall I make up the fire?"

Aradia looked down, following the handmaiden's glance, and then blushed darkly with shame. Her nipples, hard as pebbles, were like ripe berries on the surface of the water. They ached and stung as her blood flushed first hot and then cold. The dark magick of the wood...its last savour...the kiss of the Dark Lord tormenting her even now in the bright light of day. Beneath the water of the tub she pressed her thighs tightly together, but could not relieve the turmoil there...the ache...the wanting...

"I am not cold, Elspeth," she whispered. "Not cold, not cold...."

Her eyes were closed, and Elspeth watched in fascination as Morwenna continued to wash the princess, fingers traveling over shoulder and spine...drifting as if by accident over silken breast. Aradia's lips were half-parted, and her hair cascaded down like tendrils of flame over the rim of the tub, touching the floor behind her. She had abandoned herself to a sensual dream that seemed to have escalated into a kind of delirium.

"I want to know...what he wants of me. I want to know..."

Morwenna's delicate fingers had closed over the princess's breasts. With a sidelong look at Elspeth she began tentatively to stroke the swollen pink nipples, almost afraid to breathe in case the princess would suddenly come to herself and order her to stop. Elspeth finally understood that hers was not the only lust that Aradia's innocence had inspired. She would never have thought it of that silent puss Morwenna.

"Elspeth," the princess whispered, "I want to know how you felt with Hamish."

Elspeth swallowed hard. "How I felt, my Lady?"

"I want you to show me...."

 

[GageWilliams]

Rektfield was in a state of limbo when he felt impending danger for his little elven minion. His direction changed with a moment's notice and suddenly, he was armoured and standing directly in front of the young Lirael, she certainly could have diverted the blow, but Rektfield was in definite need of her services, so he was ready to defend her and make his stance quite clear to the castle guardsmen. The butt of Hamish's sword fell directly into the black steel of his chest, and without flinching sent sparks over the forest floor.

Hamish, I wanted to make it quite clear to you that you are not welcome in this wood. If you are looking for a target, I wonder if you would feel as comfortable aiming blows at me.

His dark helmut allowed only his eyes to be seen, which glowed fire and glared at the guardsman. Though Hamish was the largest man of the tower, he was still not as large as Rektfield, who now stood his full height and flexed the muscles of his upper body to display his broadness. He gently indicated the firy sword on his hip to Hamish and smiled beneath his visor.

Make your decision, Guardsman.

 

[Vagrant]

Hamish

Well, to say that outcome was unexpected was quite the understatement. And Hamish knew when he was out matched. Size he could combat, and he had felled larger opponents than himself before, but sorcery was something he could not defend against.

"Aye, I know when I be outmatched." Though he was admitting defeat in a way, he was not defeated. He still stood proud, his sword held defensivly now, as he backed away from the Elf slowly, making sure his footing was secure before taking each step to avoid tripping over a root or some such.

"Ye may have won the day, be I shall see ye dead before ye take her Highness."

 

[Lyonhart42]

OOC

OOC: I'm sorry to slow things down but I'm too tired to post tonight, I'll be back in the morning

 

[Katerinna]

Lirael

As Hamish started advancing on Lirael, the young elf inhaled sharply. A small whispered "eeep" parting from open lips.
She readied herself to back away from him, about to look for something to defend herself with when suddenly a dark figure grew infront of her, from pure nothingness.

As she saw her Masters armor, and him in it, appear before her she gave alittle wimper and pressed against the back of his chestplate. She peered over his side at the Guardsman, who seemed now to backup himself.

Her thin little arms wrapped about his strong armored waist and she shut her eyes tight, praying in the elven tongue to the witchwood, offering her own meager reserves of power to His mighty use.

Realizing her holding him might impare his fighting she released him again and came to stand a few steps behind him to the left of his strong proud figure. She flicked a few strands of hair away from her face and her little elven eyes pierced into Hamish. "be careful what you do Human, My Master takes no pity on fools!"

Her eyes left the unimportant guardsman as they wandered up and down the handsome form of her Master. Her knees seemed to buckle as her desire for him made her weak. With a demure sigh she steeled herself up, and withdrew her feelings for a more appropriate time.