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<blockquote data-quote="Graywolf-ELM" data-source="post: 3323311" data-attributes="member: 16236"><p><strong>The Princess</strong></p><p></p><p>Round 1 Match 2 (Friday):</p><p><strong>Graywolf-ELM</strong> vs. <strong>Mythago</strong></p><p></p><p>--------------------------------</p><p></p><p><u><strong>The Princess</strong></u></p><p></p><p> Jezzeri Malificantina ni Zespatsia sat in the red velvet-lined carriage as it slowly jostled along the city street. She hoped never to hear that name again, as she pondered the name that was used more widely: Princess Sharinta. She gazed out the window of her gilded transport listening to the clop clop of shod feet pulling the carriage over cobblestone streets. Peasants scurried out of the way, as the widely announced new bride to the king was ushered through the streets, with no less than a score of the kingdom’s finest slayers riding in escort.</p><p></p><p> The Princess caught the admiring gaze of an occasional male, and smiled demurely each time, in just the right measure to earn a burning fealty. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad, ruling over these people. The gaze of a female often came with jealousy or derision, but also sometimes with some admiration earning them a demure smile as well, and a mischievous thought. She was a princess, of course, but the ruling class had their vices and guilty pleasures, did they not?</p><p></p><p> Sharinta was shaken from her thoughts by the jarring halt of ironclad wood on cobblestones. With almost unseemly timing, the door to the carriage was pulled open to reveal an expansive courtyard to an immense fortified castle. A footman’s gloved hand appeared in the open doorway with practiced flair and perfect positioning for the lady within to grasp. Assistance was not needed but Sharinta appreciated that proper deference was given to a lady of her station, even if she was the bride price of a truce made between kingdoms. Taking the proffered hand, The Princess stepped gracefully from the carriage into the presence of her escorts, the footman, and an elderly blind woman.</p><p></p><p> The Princess took in the situation and made an effort to command the situation. “<strong>You may rise and take me to see my King.</strong>” The old woman began to laugh as she stood, and faced Sharinta. </p><p> “<strong>You will see him tomorrow my lady, after you have enjoyed the entertainment that our lands have to offer. Our performers and skilled warriors will perform for you, demonstrating the grace and skill that your father has attempted to destroy these many years. My name is Karina, I was chosen as your handmaiden, because of my loyalty, and my additional resistance to your charms. Please follow me, and I will show you to your quarters, and prepare you for the evening sleep.</strong>” </p><p> The old maid turned, and began walking to a side door from the courtyard, waving her hand at the guardsmen as she walked.</p><p></p><p> The next morning, Sharinta was awakened to the sound of the old woman laying out her clothes for the day. A mist green gown, with laces up the bodice, and a sheer underskirt to the dress, coupled with white slippers to complete the outfit. As the Princess shifted out from beneath the covers, the handmaiden turned to her. </p><p></p><p> “<strong>Ahh, you are awake then. Best be getting you dressed, there is much to see before you meet your King.</strong>” </p><p></p><p> Sharinta did her best to charm the woman with soft words as she was being dressed, but the old woman did her job efficiently without being distracted. After a quick breakfast, which Karina had brought to the room, the Princess was led to a small entertainment area built into the castle. At one end of the small field, a stage was built up against the castle wall. The other end of the area was open to a field behind the castle, with barren hills beyond. The Princess was brought to a shaded sitting area where refreshments were waiting. The handmaiden introduced the first show of the day.</p><p></p><p> “<strong>An acting troupe from the southern holdings will perform, ‘<u>The Final Crossing of Findus Stemp.</u>’ </strong>" </p><p></p><p> As if on queue the curtains rose from the stage, to show the fearful faces of <a href="http://www.enworld.org/attachment.php?attachmentid=27624" target="_blank">four performers sailing a ship</a> upon storm-churned waters. Sharinta watched the performance with rapt attention. Never had she seen a reenactment of this story done in such a way. Of course it was all wrong, she knew the history straight from her father, how could this be a true rendition of the story? Others had come to watch the performance, and the area in front of the stage was soon full with local peasants. There was much cheering at the completion of the performance, and Sharinta even clapped along in appreciation.</p><p>Karina had refilled her glass several times, without drawing attention to the fact that she was present. She did step forward to address the Princess after the clapping had died down. </p><p></p><p> “<strong>Next you will see a combat exhibition, look to the open wall there.</strong>” </p><p></p><p>As Sharinta turned to her left, she saw the gathering soldiers, who abruptly began fighting at the attention of her gaze. Testing herself, she caught the eye of one of the soldiers with disastrous results. <a href="http://www.enworld.org/attachment.php?attachmentid=27625" target="_blank">The poor man left himself open at the thrust of a short sword</a>, and paid a dear price, as the blade pierced him through the belly. Sharinta suppressed an amused snort, and the exhibition was abruptly terminated. </p><p></p><p> Having been thrown off a bit, the handmaiden directed Sharinta to view the stage once again for a dance performance. The curtain was drawn up earlier than expected, and the dancers beyond were revealed, <a href="http://www.enworld.org/attachment.php?attachmentid=27626" target="_blank">stretching in preparation for their performance</a>. They quickly composed themselves, and put on a performance, so lively, that the Princess could almost feel the exhilaration. Again she half-heartedly joined in the applause being offered by the peasants. It was clear to her, that she might almost enjoy living here, with entertainment such as this, to be had. Karina stepped forward and announced that it was now time to meet the king. </p><p></p><p> Emboldened by her recent actions, the Princess arose to follow the handmaiden back into the castle. She was led to an archway, with slayers as guardsmen, and followed Karina through the doors. They closed with a silent finality behind them, and the Princess took in the audience chamber. A tall throne sat upon a raised platform on the far side of the room. Someone stood behind the chair. Karina spoke, disturbing the profound silence of the chamber. </p><p></p><p> “<strong>Move to the circle painted on the floor, at the base of the dais, and kneel to your new King.</strong>”</p><p></p><p> Sharinta did as she was bade, and gazed upon the throne and the man standing in the shadows beyond. She wondered how young and impressionable he would be, and how much control she would be able to exert over him. Her father was clever, and she knew how persuasive she could be. All of these thought were shattered when the <a href="http://www.enworld.org/attachment.php?attachmentid=27627" target="_blank">King</a> stepped from behind his thrown, with a knowing look upon his face. Sharinta stared in shock, <a href="http://www.enworld.org/attachment.php?attachmentid=27627" target="_blank">the famed warrior king</a>, standing before her, not dead as she had been told. His was an old power, and one she would never be able to influence. </p><p></p><p> He began chanting a spell, which transfixed the Princess to her kneeling spot. “<strong>Jezzeri Malificantina ni Zespatsia I call you into my service, and bind you to my blood. So long as I safely live, your undying soul will be safe. Should harm come to me, or you not keep my alive by any means at your disposal, your soul is forfeit.</strong>” </p><p></p><p> A grin spread across his face, as he cut his arm, dripping blood as he stepped down to the circle now glowing around the Princess. He allowed his blood to touch the circle, as runes shown through the dirt rubbed into them, disguising their purpose.</p><p>Sharinta turned her head up and screamed. </p><p></p><p> “<strong>Father no, how could you give him my true name?</strong>” Her eyes blackened in anger, and wings sprung from her back, as she revealed her true form.</p><p></p><p> The warrior king looked upon her, and answered the question for her absent father. “<strong>He saw the writing on the wall. We fought to stalemate long enough. His demons versus my slayers, was taking a toll on both our kingdoms. You are to be my prize, and I will partner with your father to fight his demonic brethren on other borders. You will keep me alive at all costs, or lose yourself. Your father will not make an attempt on my life, or risk losing his daughter, or would he?</strong>” The King laughed, and the Princess looked on in disbelief.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Graywolf-ELM, post: 3323311, member: 16236"] [b]The Princess[/b] Round 1 Match 2 (Friday): [b]Graywolf-ELM[/b] vs. [b]Mythago[/b] -------------------------------- [u][b]The Princess[/b][/u] Jezzeri Malificantina ni Zespatsia sat in the red velvet-lined carriage as it slowly jostled along the city street. She hoped never to hear that name again, as she pondered the name that was used more widely: Princess Sharinta. She gazed out the window of her gilded transport listening to the clop clop of shod feet pulling the carriage over cobblestone streets. Peasants scurried out of the way, as the widely announced new bride to the king was ushered through the streets, with no less than a score of the kingdom’s finest slayers riding in escort. The Princess caught the admiring gaze of an occasional male, and smiled demurely each time, in just the right measure to earn a burning fealty. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad, ruling over these people. The gaze of a female often came with jealousy or derision, but also sometimes with some admiration earning them a demure smile as well, and a mischievous thought. She was a princess, of course, but the ruling class had their vices and guilty pleasures, did they not? Sharinta was shaken from her thoughts by the jarring halt of ironclad wood on cobblestones. With almost unseemly timing, the door to the carriage was pulled open to reveal an expansive courtyard to an immense fortified castle. A footman’s gloved hand appeared in the open doorway with practiced flair and perfect positioning for the lady within to grasp. Assistance was not needed but Sharinta appreciated that proper deference was given to a lady of her station, even if she was the bride price of a truce made between kingdoms. Taking the proffered hand, The Princess stepped gracefully from the carriage into the presence of her escorts, the footman, and an elderly blind woman. The Princess took in the situation and made an effort to command the situation. “[b]You may rise and take me to see my King.[/b]” The old woman began to laugh as she stood, and faced Sharinta. “[b]You will see him tomorrow my lady, after you have enjoyed the entertainment that our lands have to offer. Our performers and skilled warriors will perform for you, demonstrating the grace and skill that your father has attempted to destroy these many years. My name is Karina, I was chosen as your handmaiden, because of my loyalty, and my additional resistance to your charms. Please follow me, and I will show you to your quarters, and prepare you for the evening sleep.[/b]” The old maid turned, and began walking to a side door from the courtyard, waving her hand at the guardsmen as she walked. The next morning, Sharinta was awakened to the sound of the old woman laying out her clothes for the day. A mist green gown, with laces up the bodice, and a sheer underskirt to the dress, coupled with white slippers to complete the outfit. As the Princess shifted out from beneath the covers, the handmaiden turned to her. “[b]Ahh, you are awake then. Best be getting you dressed, there is much to see before you meet your King.[/b]” Sharinta did her best to charm the woman with soft words as she was being dressed, but the old woman did her job efficiently without being distracted. After a quick breakfast, which Karina had brought to the room, the Princess was led to a small entertainment area built into the castle. At one end of the small field, a stage was built up against the castle wall. The other end of the area was open to a field behind the castle, with barren hills beyond. The Princess was brought to a shaded sitting area where refreshments were waiting. The handmaiden introduced the first show of the day. “[b]An acting troupe from the southern holdings will perform, ‘[u]The Final Crossing of Findus Stemp.[/u]’ [/b]" As if on queue the curtains rose from the stage, to show the fearful faces of [URL=http://www.enworld.org/attachment.php?attachmentid=27624]four performers sailing a ship[/URL] upon storm-churned waters. Sharinta watched the performance with rapt attention. Never had she seen a reenactment of this story done in such a way. Of course it was all wrong, she knew the history straight from her father, how could this be a true rendition of the story? Others had come to watch the performance, and the area in front of the stage was soon full with local peasants. There was much cheering at the completion of the performance, and Sharinta even clapped along in appreciation. Karina had refilled her glass several times, without drawing attention to the fact that she was present. She did step forward to address the Princess after the clapping had died down. “[b]Next you will see a combat exhibition, look to the open wall there.[/b]” As Sharinta turned to her left, she saw the gathering soldiers, who abruptly began fighting at the attention of her gaze. Testing herself, she caught the eye of one of the soldiers with disastrous results. [URL=http://www.enworld.org/attachment.php?attachmentid=27625]The poor man left himself open at the thrust of a short sword[/URL], and paid a dear price, as the blade pierced him through the belly. Sharinta suppressed an amused snort, and the exhibition was abruptly terminated. Having been thrown off a bit, the handmaiden directed Sharinta to view the stage once again for a dance performance. The curtain was drawn up earlier than expected, and the dancers beyond were revealed, [URL=http://www.enworld.org/attachment.php?attachmentid=27626]stretching in preparation for their performance[/URL]. They quickly composed themselves, and put on a performance, so lively, that the Princess could almost feel the exhilaration. Again she half-heartedly joined in the applause being offered by the peasants. It was clear to her, that she might almost enjoy living here, with entertainment such as this, to be had. Karina stepped forward and announced that it was now time to meet the king. Emboldened by her recent actions, the Princess arose to follow the handmaiden back into the castle. She was led to an archway, with slayers as guardsmen, and followed Karina through the doors. They closed with a silent finality behind them, and the Princess took in the audience chamber. A tall throne sat upon a raised platform on the far side of the room. Someone stood behind the chair. Karina spoke, disturbing the profound silence of the chamber. “[b]Move to the circle painted on the floor, at the base of the dais, and kneel to your new King.[/b]” Sharinta did as she was bade, and gazed upon the throne and the man standing in the shadows beyond. She wondered how young and impressionable he would be, and how much control she would be able to exert over him. Her father was clever, and she knew how persuasive she could be. All of these thought were shattered when the [URL=http://www.enworld.org/attachment.php?attachmentid=27627]King[/URL] stepped from behind his thrown, with a knowing look upon his face. Sharinta stared in shock, [URL=http://www.enworld.org/attachment.php?attachmentid=27627]the famed warrior king[/URL], standing before her, not dead as she had been told. His was an old power, and one she would never be able to influence. He began chanting a spell, which transfixed the Princess to her kneeling spot. “[b]Jezzeri Malificantina ni Zespatsia I call you into my service, and bind you to my blood. So long as I safely live, your undying soul will be safe. Should harm come to me, or you not keep my alive by any means at your disposal, your soul is forfeit.[/b]” A grin spread across his face, as he cut his arm, dripping blood as he stepped down to the circle now glowing around the Princess. He allowed his blood to touch the circle, as runes shown through the dirt rubbed into them, disguising their purpose. Sharinta turned her head up and screamed. “[b]Father no, how could you give him my true name?[/b]” Her eyes blackened in anger, and wings sprung from her back, as she revealed her true form. The warrior king looked upon her, and answered the question for her absent father. “[b]He saw the writing on the wall. We fought to stalemate long enough. His demons versus my slayers, was taking a toll on both our kingdoms. You are to be my prize, and I will partner with your father to fight his demonic brethren on other borders. You will keep me alive at all costs, or lose yourself. Your father will not make an attempt on my life, or risk losing his daughter, or would he?[/b]” The King laughed, and the Princess looked on in disbelief. [/QUOTE]
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