Thread: The Scourge of Truassley (Poppy x J_Jester)

The Trussaley Empire was a land full of harsh environments. The land was initially a place where all sorts of demons and other creatures called home. But, throughout the years, humans were doing their best to eradicate the plague and make the land habitable. Most of the terrain was rocky and unable to support crops or even small towns. The peasants crowded near the palace, as there was the only drinkable water and farmable land throughout the lands. It was believed, thanks to their holy men, that if the scourge of supernatural creatures were eradicated, the lands would return to their natural state. There were grand tales of the Trussaley empire formerly being the home of lush meadows and plenty of natural water sources. But, no one had seen the land as such in hundreds of years, so the stories were now mostly relegated to the realm of childrens bedtime stories. Thanks to the desolate landscape, the lands were home to some of the fiercest knights and warriors that the world had ever seen. Their skills were legendary, and it wasnt strange for other kingdoms to hire out the men as mercenaries in their various wars. After all, without much farming or other job options open, there wasnt much industry to profit from aside from war. Some men worked as weapon crafters, building impenetrable armor and deadly weapons. More mined the craggy cliffs, in search of the precious metals needed to make their weapons. No other land was so rich in minerals, which many thought was thanks to the volcanoes that used to commonly erupt in the lands. Due to the terrible state of their world, the peasant believed in the Holy Church and their views. The supernatural creatures of the lands needed to be eradicated in order for the world to turn to right. The clergys numbers were vast, as many people decided to dedicate their lives to learning spells to protect them. The church encouraged the population to spread their seed and procreate, in order to provide the soldiers to defend them. Unfortunately, handling the demon scourge cost the empire more men than they preferred to admit. But, if they didnt handle it accordingly, their lands would be uninhabitable. The demons that lived in the lands were various sorts, some hulking beasts with teeth as huge as a long boat. They would rape women that they could steal away, leaving nothing but puddles of shredded flesh in their wake. Some fairies were mischievous enough to spirit off children, and strip their bodies of their flesh and ingest their blood, leaving nothing but their organs and bones. Spider women that would catch you in your webs and slowly mummify you, draining you of your blood over months. They provided a slow and agonizing death. But, the demon creature that the newly crowned King considered the most dangerous had to be the vampires. The male vampires tended to be quite reclusive, preferring to take a few mortal women as their blood slaves and subject them to a life of servitude. The female vampires were the ones that were the real danger. They were like sirens, the most attractive of women, able to lure any man into their bed. And from there, the vampire would breed with the human, in order to create a child, that could serve under them. The human would be considered trash at that point, to be discarded after drained of their blood. It was rumored that some vampires even enjoyed bathing in the blood of their male lovers. There had been one particular female vampire that had been causing the empire grief for generations. Rumor has it that she was once a Princess of the empire, but had ran away from home to be with a knight that was beneath her. The knight had turned out to be a vampire, and had turned her in order to anger her father. From that point on, the royalty of the empire saw it as their goal in life to ensure that the demonic forces in their lands were eradicated. Many fine knights and warriors had been conscripted in the service, and all had fallen. The grand vampire Carmilla was a frightening creature of legend, but one that needed to be regulated to the history books, as far as the current King was concerned. Carmilla occupied a large castle, carved out of the side of a volcano. The volcano was still active, and she preferred the heat. The castle had belonged to the vampire that changed her, the man she thought she loved. But, in the frenzy of her bloodlust as a new vampire, she had killed her sire. So, the dark haired beauty lived a fairly solitary life, maintaining a few human servants, mostly knights that had come for her head. They were now under her spell, and completely subservient. She had not bore any children yet, not finding any of the men to be worthy of her womb. She sat on a throne of bones, decorated with the weapons of the knights that had attempted to kill her and failed. Rarely did she wear clothing, but if she did, it was a red dress made of the finest silk. The red fabric barely covered her breasts, dipping so low that it stopped right below her naval. The slits ran up to her thighs, the fabric hanging between her legs and stopping at her ankles. The back of the dress scooped down, giving a peek of her plump bottom. The fabric was long enough to form a train that dragged behind of her, gorgeously embroidered with golden thread. Her red eyes seemed listless, hoping for some excitement in her life. Honestly, her daily life was a bore. As of late, the occasional warrior had started to become fewer and farther in between. Her beloved pet snake, which had belonged to her sire, wound around her legs. She didnt bother wearing any shoes, preferring instead to be barefoot. The beautiful, large black snake seemed right at home in the imposing, decrepit castle. Carmilla sighed, frowning as she smelled something new on the air. It was metal, and sweat. The scent of a man. A smile crossed her full ruby lips, flashing some of her pearly white fangs. Soon, someone would be here to help relieve her of her boredom.