Of Vile Darkness

[Rybaer]

Lord Torr Stormrider - human weretiger/rogue/fighter

*Rosalyn dives in with a will, her lips hungry and searching, her hands caressing almost frantically. It soon becomes obvious that she was watching Scarlet, Pearl, and Chastity's performance very carefully, even through her emotional anguish. She cries out Torr's name and professes her love over and over again as the night goes on. She is quite willing to do anything you ask of her, anything at all.*

After two hours of exhausting play, Torr lays back in satisfaction. The breeze through the porch door cooling his sweaty chest. Rosalyn is curled up in his arm, dozing.

Our little project is coming along nicely, Torr says to Stormrider. I don't recall ever seeing such an enthusiastic turn around in a girl before. It'll be a shame when you have me betray her.

All the more satisfying, as you're well aware, Stormrider says. I sense a hint of emotional attachment for her beginning to build deep down in your psyche. Don't get any silly notion that I might let you keep her.

*Torr realizes that Stormrider is reading his thoughts better than he can. He is starting to get attached to Rosalyn in a twisted dominant/submissive sort of way. In the end, it doesn't matter. If he were to start caring for Rosalyn, it would just give Stormrider that much more emotional energy on which to feed when she made him betray and kill her.*

I would like to push the young woman's limits one last time tonight, Stormrider says. After tonight's display, I think this will either push her over the edge or inextricably bind her to you. Either would suit me.

*Stormrider whispers her plan to Torr, who feels a chill run through his body.*

I'm not sure I can pull that off, he says, looking for a way out.

You will do exactly as I tell you! Stormrider screams, sending a sharp wave of pain through his body. I am in charge in this relationship. Don't make me remind you again.

*Torr lays in quiet shock for a moment, allowing the tingling residual of the pain to run its course. He was unprepared to endure Stormrider's wrath, so seldom had she pushed Torr in the last few months.*

*Torr gently withdraws his arm from Rosalyn, careful not to wake her. He finds his crumpled pants on the floor and searches through one of his belt pouches for a vial he had purchased earlier. From the dresser, he withdraws a hand mirror and looks at himself for a long, hard minute. He then closes his eyes, unstoppers the cork, and quaffs the Doppleganger Juice and visualizes his intended new form - height, figure, eyes, hair, lips, even voice.*

*He feels the magic course through his system, altering the form of his body. When the transfomation feels complete, he opens his eyes again. In shock, he almost drops the mirror. He has to admit that the magic worked rather well.*

Don't dawdle, Stormrider says. The effect won't last all night.

*Torr returns the mirror and slips naked back under the sheets. He slides up beside the sleeping Rosalyn and begins to caress and stroke her body...seeking to gently and erotically waken her. As she starts to rouse, he straddles her with one leg and begins to passionately kiss her on the lips. When she awakens fully, he breaks the kiss and pushes back so that she may look upon him completely.*

*Rosalyn gasps when she wakes to find Chastity (or a reasonably close likeness) straddling her.*

"Prove it, my love," Torr whispers in a voice that is not his own.

 

[Rhia]

Eradiel, Drow Wizard/Mindbender

"Ah, well then, let me see. What could be your wildest fantasies?"

*Eradiel slides across Devon, straddling him. She pins his arms back against the tub and delves into his mind. The tiefling, of course, is quite aware of her powers. She does not hide what she's doing as she forces her will upon his. This was a much clearer way for her to know what he desires than for him to merely tell her with words. Words were so constricting.*

*She tucks the information she finds in there away, to gift him with his fantasies another day. If he was bad. Very bad.*

~~~

*Her tiefling lover exhausts Eradiel, and she enters trance early. Of course, this words perfectly with her plans to attend morning services at the temple. She can get two sets of services in before meeting this mystery guildmember at night. Perhaps I can find a plaything on my way home from this elusive meeting. I haven't had a chance to play all week. A smile cracks her lips.*

*Before she leaves, she reminds Devon of the information Astrid needs to give her for her evening meeting. Eradiel does, indeed, change into the Lady Janel. From her carriage, before entering the Temple, she casts a spell to misguide anyone seeking out evil. Coming into the Temple alone and early, she chooses a seat in the very back. Her eyes flit over the people as they enter. She seeks both the black-haired beauty and the High Righteousness.*

[ooc: Basically scanning the crowd. I realized she doesn't have the spell slots to handle two services and the meeting that night, so she'll just have to do the one today.]

 

[Wrahn]

Aekir Ranger 1/Fighter 4/Soul Eater 6

*Aekir notes the alarm on Wode’s face as he divulges the information to him*

It appears there is a concentration of power beyond the Butterflies initial expectations. This could bode poorly. Apparently he finds my information worth the price of the weapon.

"I'll need you in two day's time for a mission outside of Andeluvay, assassination mission. We'll have a weapon for you by then,"

*Aekir nods accepting the mission.*

It is possible they are sending me away for my protection, more likely theirs. Still I don’t believe that I was detected and shouldn’t be in danger unless they are planning on acting in such a way that would reveal they had been spied upon.

*Aekir begins to leave and will stop and turn back.*

“Any word on the “victim” in the alley?”

 

[linnorm]

Ralam, Human Rogue 5 / Assassin 7

*Ralam, Kaj Mok has a response to your request late in the evening.*

"The lady says she'll meet you in a private room in the Wizard's Sanctum Inn tomorrow evening at sundown. Come alone, she says," Kaj tells you, passing over a written invitation that contains virtually the same words.

*Ralam nods after scanning the note and thanks Kaj. After a night filled with more dreams of her Ralam awakens and studies his spells before eating a light breakfast. He spends the day relaxing, hoping to speed the curse's removal. At sundown Ralam makes his way to the Wizard's Sanctum. Upon entering he scans the room and takes stock of the inhabitants and locations of the exits.*

OOC: Spell lineup => Detect Poison, Spring Sheath (x2); Getaway, Undetectable Alignment; Nondetection

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"The victim is of less concern in the light of this information. She hasn't talked, you'll be happy to hear," Wode says, its mind clearly elsewhere.

 

[Wrahn]

Aekir Ranger 1/Figther 4/Soul Eater 6

"The victim is of less concern in the light of this information. She hasn't talked, you'll be happy to hear," Wode says, its mind clearly elsewhere.

“She lived then.” Aekir says tonelessly.

If she didn’t talk, then she is hiding something. What is a good question. Perhaps I should remove the possibility of her talking. Wode seems worried, if he (she?) is worried then it may prove relevant to me.

“You already suspected there were people summoning celestial aide. Why do the particulars of who and what concern you more?”

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"Those ones you mentioned are particularly powerful, and if they continue to summon more of these celestials, then things will becomes very difficult for us. You can understand that, I hope," Wode says, its voice bitter.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

* As they walked into the secluded garden Loviana wraps her arms around Orshallan’s arm, hugging it and him affectionately in the process. She had been on the verge of telling him what a wonderful, not to mention, and inspiring sermon he had given but the look on his face, the tone of his voice, and the words he spoke made her forget all about the complement. *

Loviana does little to hid the emotions that his words cause and after sighing she smiles meekly and wishfully as she replies softly, “No my dear Orshallan I guess you could not leave well enough alone, I take it there’s no chance of us ignoring this small detail is there?” She looks hopefully at him but her blue eyes quickly sink towards the ground as her elegant face turns to sadness, “I’m sorry Orshallan, I would tell you that it was accidentally, that the heartache to come was unintentional, but that would simply be another lie…”

* As her eyes teared up, something she could do on command but wasn’t doing here, Loviana warps her arms tightly around Orshallan hoping that he would do the same to her. *

Her tender lips now next to his ear she whispers into his pleading into his ear, “I have no desire to hurt you now, you’ve done more for me than any person ever has, but I can’t change what I have done, and I suspect you lack that power also.”

Pulling back, the tears unstoppable now, Loviana wraps her arms protectively around her chest as she self-conscious notes her own continuing desires for the man before her. Forcing herself to look upon Orshallan, her face is a continued mixture of sadness, desire, embarrassment, and seriousness she utters a plea, “Orshallan, my dear, would you throw caution into the wind tonight and love me like the women you think I am? If you bid this request I will answer your questions in the morning.”

"Larissa..." Orshallan says, hugging her close. "I have discovered, to my youthful sorrow, that love crosses all boundaries, of wealth, class, learning, age, and now even good and evil. I could love you." Orshallan places a kiss on Loviana's cheek. "And I would be honored if you would spend the night in my embrace." You can see tears sparkling on Orshallan's cheeks in the moonlight.

*Rising from the bench, Orshallan walks back to his quarters with Loviana, nodding solemnly to the few other priests and servants he passes. Taking her into his quarter, hardly more lush than some of the acolyte's cells, he draws her down onto his bed and into his embrace. And that is all he does, he cradles Loviana in his arms all night long, and occasionally she can feel him tremble as if he is holding back tears.*

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Loviana: Half-Nymph/Female (Rogue/Corruptor/Bondblade)

* Laying in bed, wrapped in Orshallan’s tender embrace, Loviana contemplates more things then she can imagine as she listens absently to Orshallan’s sobs. It wasn’t the first time a man had broken into tears while bedding her, but even Loviana’s ice-cold heart knew there was a difference between sobbing from physical pain and mental anguish, Loviana had no doubt that in Orshallan’s case it was the later. *

* Loviana wasn’t quite sure how she felt about that realization, Orshallan had always stuck her as a man of his word but she doubted rather or not he could truly love her, or allow himself to love her, when he found out what she truly was, but if he truly could then she didn't know what to do and her own mixed feelings nearly made her tears join those of Orshallan. *

* Tired of feigning sleep Loviana roles over, laying one of her legs upon Orshallan’s before she scoots in closer, finally next to him she lightly kisses his ear as her fingers lightly play with his chest hair. *

Nuzzling him lightly with her nose as her hand starts to explore more of Orshallan’s body she whispers in a near pleading tone, “My lord, no tears, I’m afraid we will have time for that soon enough.”

Reflecting upon the tender touch he had demonstrated before Loviana’s tone turns sultry as she continues to whisper and explore, “Besides I’m not quite though with you yet.”

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Orshallan gently takes Loviana's hands and places them back at her side.*

"No," he says softly. "I'm afraid that won't go well for either of us. Just rest love." He gives her a tender kiss on the forehead and lightly strokes her hair.