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Thread: The F***ing Pub (Panakananana and boyo111)

Bill was looking at Raoul, a malevolence in his eyes that burned futilely as a demon held a leash to a collar around Bill's neck. The collar was on fire, the flames burning the soul not the flesh as Bill looked hungrily at Raoul, a hand reaching out towards Raoul and the mouth opening but no voice coming out. The demon stood tall, a goatish head and a broad, muscular chest that tugged on the leash pulling Bill along. The demon looked down on Raoul with a slavering mouth that opened to a blackish maw with sharpened and dirty teeth. Raoul knew Bill deserved a fate like this, yet still there was a slight bit of compassion in him, knowing that this was Bill's fate for eternity as he watched the demon pull Bill onto a path of sharp rocks. Bill was pulled, feet bleeding and pained onto the path, falling and holding out arms pulled back bloodied limbs. The path was not long, at the end the demon yanked again and Bill fell into a shallow pond of water, the hissing of the water burned the blood and wounds away and Bill's mouth and body twisted in silent agony. When the pain seemed to ebb from Bill the demon yanked again and pulled Bill one more time across the path, an eternity of silent torment that caused Raoul to wonder about his own future fate. If protecting against Shavok meant an eternity of punishment like this was it worth it? Or was it too late to know and change his choice? Raoul followed Lilith down the path to his own trial. As they crossed a lake, where Raoul felt the heat burn within him, as if with each flicker of the flame on the water before him a little bit more of his humanity was scorched away. Opening a hand out towards the flames the heat in his hand made it lighter, as if whatever was within him was removed, replaced by something else. Pulling his hand back felt a tingle within the skin and then as he searched the feeling he looked ahead on the path and there he saw three small chairs of stone. On the chairs he saw Osmodeus, Lilith and Faerie, above each chair was carved a word, one on each. Choose, above Osmodeus, Only above Lilith, and One above Faerie. Lilith looked at the figure of her on the throne, an angry tinge came to her eyes as she stared at Raoul. You put me there? She stood before him defiant, you bastard.
Thread: The F***ing Pub (Panakananana and boyo111)

Lilith stands with her back turned to you, trembling and in raging tears. The choice was only obvious but seeing it played out right in front of her really gives her the feeling that she is second. Lilith flies off in a fit, leaving you with no knowledge of where in Hell you are or how to get back. As Raoul turns around, trying to make sense of the way Lilith is acting, he notices a very large, solid gold temple that he is sure was not there before. He walks inside, that being the only choice besides wandering around aimlessly like everyone else. Inside the temple, passing a few hallways, Raoul enters what seems like a throne room. There on the throne are the Lords of Ill Will. Their presence could not be ignored, though they are spiritual beings that are invisible to human eyes. A looming feeling of great fear and despair hangs over Raoul right after stepping into the throne room. The Lords spoke, in a single, loud, and startling voice. An excellent job you have done Raoul. Though you have thought otherwise, through your actions you have served me well, very well. As Raoul looked toward the seat in front of him with a very confused look on his face, the Lords continued. there were never any trials or any goals to reach, this is Hell, a place of torment and suffering, no such blessings will be bestowed here. Only for our own purposes do you stand before me now, and I shall reward you with what you have come here for, again only for our own purposes. The Lords enter into Raoul's body, overtaking him completely. The real Raoul remains deep inside, unable to speak or control his body at all. The Lords are in full control now and Raoul is only aware of what's going on around him. With his added strength, speed, magical ability, and ability to regenerate, Raoul turns to exit the temple as the Holy Sword is instantly returned to it's resting place.
Thread: The F***ing Pub (Panakananana and boyo111)

Raoul felt out of place in his own skin now. As if his soul and consciousness were taken and thrown into a small box and he was given a little window through which to see what was happening. It was the only kindness the Lords gave him, often they talked to him as if he was a child who had to be told everything, or just to taunt him. As he sat within his little box he wondered how Faerie had survived, and now he knew what was meant by maybe there would be nothing left of her if released. The Lords already told him that this time if his body was destroyed they were taking him back, there would be no reprieve like with Faerie. Lilith stepped into the temple, there she bowed before them all. She looked at Raoul, seeing what was him but avoiding it in her ire. The Lords spoke and commanded and she came up and kissed the body, rubbing herself against it, for a moment they let him watch the closed his eyes as Lilith looked at him and laughed. This was your choice Raoul, I hope you are happy with it. Then all went dark, when he again was able to see she was gone. Raoul watched as his body was taken back up to the material world. There the Lords again confronted Shavok and his angel, placing them back in the temple. Once that was done they brought him to the castle where the Faerie Sorceress had ruled, only now it was Raoul's Castle. No Sorcerer this time, he was now the Dark King. The pig demons swarmed below him, the titans too. His army was collected around him and with a command from the Lords, they went out to do as they did before, the only place they left alone, again, was the Fucking Pub. He did not know why but something with the Lords found the name, or the place, amusing. It was inviolate, untouchable and there he was sure they would gather again, he would put eyes on it. Raoul was back, the Dark King. His time to rule was now. Within his box, what was left of the original Raoul cried.
Thread: The F***ing Pub (Panakananana and boyo111)

Osmodeus, Shannon, and the Faerie had been waiting days for Raoul to reach his goal. Having such faith that Raoul would achieve this goal, the three receive Shavok's mark only to survive, knowing that it would soon be lifted. In The Fucking Pub, the three of them decide to get obliterated. Having Shavok rule over us isn't so bad, there's hardly any crime, transactions are done magically and kept track of by the golems through this mark. This is better than before, when Raoul returns let's ask him to forget about getting rid of Shavok and that angel says Shannon as three Fucking Bastards are brought to their table by the waitress. Osmodeus reverts back that's just what I would expect to hear from someone with no knowledge beyond this life. When Raoul returns, if he hasn't already, he'll be possessed like Faerie was. At that point let's hope we never see him again. Osmodeus spoke angrily, still very confused about her own reason for existence, and gulped down most of her Fucking Bastard. At that moment, the marks burned away from everyone's foreheads. The Faerie and Osmodeus looked at each other, both knowing that the deed must be done, and they cling their mugs together with Shannon's. A short moment afterward, a tall man of 6'1, black somewhat long well taken care of hair, tied into a ponytail, and covered in thick, padded, studded, very expensive looking leather armor. The man looks around and sees Osmodeus with her hood down and inviting face revealed, and Shannon in her barely there, enticing shirt. The woman with them looked interesting as well. It looked to him like it would not be a waste of time to head over to their table and at least share a drink with them. May I he says as he grabs a seat next to Osmodeus and orders a mead. I am Raul, what are your names and what are your stories. Osmodeus' face lights up.
Thread: The F***ing Pub (Panakananana and boyo111)

Raul looked over the three beauties in the pub, it seemed to be an odd mix between the three of them. Being in a strange land he was unsure what this kingdom was like, though in his travels he had learned that a pub or tavern was the best place to learn what the lands were like. Women seemed to be more eager to speak with him than men, so he sought out women whose company he would enjoy and might enjoy some conversation. The three seemed an odd group, a young girl who reminded him of his younger sister, if she dressed sexily and that was an image he did not want of his sister. The other seemed to be of some odd race, beautiful and ethereal, her face and body like one from the outer realms. The other, a mysterious lady in a long cloak who looked like a warrior, and an attractive one at that. Ordering a round for the table, Raul sat back as the three looked at him, if you like I can begin. I am Raul, third son of a kingdom to the east. I have traveled far, at home I would have been a younger son living off my elder brothers, so decided it was best to seek my fortune on my own. I've been through many a land and have come here, sort of by accident, I was travelling more to the south but the roads being what they were, he shrugged, I ended up coming here. I am a seeker of stories, fortune, and a good tankard of beer. Lifting up what the pub called its Fucking Bastard, after a sip he sat back, now THAT is a worthy brew!
Thread: The F***ing Pub (Panakananana and boyo111)

After hearing Raul speak, Osmodeus' heart flutters yet again. Getting a strong feeling that this might be the chosen one, the one that would right all of the wrongs that have come of her decision to lie to Raoul about his part in all of this, Osmodeus fakes like she has to go to the bathroom. I am very interested to hear more, Raul, but I need to relieve myself. This pub is famous for that unique beer, one is more than enough says the Faery as she sips her mead. In an outhouse outside, Osmodeus taps into her own spiritual energy in order to contact the spirit world. After fifteen minutes Osmodeus returns to the table and finishes her next drink that Raul ordered for her. By the time Osmodeus had returned, Faerie and Shannon had already explained what was going on to Raul, and Osmodeus was reassured about Raoul. Osmodeus munches a piece of donkey jerky that she happens to have in her cloak and speaks to Raul. I'm guessing that they failed to mention that I am a spiritual being possessing a borrowed body and I am not of this world. I am one who is in communication with the spirit world and we were destined to meet here. We need your help, Raul, to rid this land, to rid the world of a great evil she embraces you tightly please, Raul.
Thread: The F***ing Pub (Panakananana and boyo111)

Raul feels a connection to the one Osmodeus growing, as if that was some sort of invisible thread pulling him close to this place. Faerie and Shannon shared the story of how the three of them had met, mentioning two others who were no longer with them. It seemed they were in a struggle against some powerful beings, ones who had held Faerie in thrall for a time, now held another of their group who trying to do right had fallen off the path. Now they needed to face him. When Osmodeus came back the Bastard was already doing its work, and as she talked about being a spiritual being he sat back and smiled as if taking it all in. As she looked at him with a certain sadness in her eye he could not help but agree. Of course I'll help, he gave in to her abruptly then sat back and drank more, I never though of myself as a hero though. With something like this in me, I feel like one anyway. The bastard was strong, getting stronger as he drank it and he felt a strength course through him. Do we need to repeat what you've done already? He asked them in a whisper, it sounds like you went through much before and I wouldn't want any of you to get hurt for me. Feeling concerned for them, even though he had just met them, Raul never liked others to get hurt especially woman as he felt it sort of his duty to protect others. Never in a large, heroic sense, just in a short, small, his own corner of the world sense.
Thread: The F***ing Pub (Panakananana and boyo111)

Obviously, Osmodeus had left out the part about her many recruits over the years, and the fact that she lied to Raoul about it, also that she was in love with Raoul. Her lies keep growing, like a snowball rolling downhill, but to Osmodeus, a greater good would come of all this. Still, the built up lies and info that Osmodeus is keeping from Raul, Shannon, and Faerie weighs heavy on her soul. Also feeling the effects of the world famous ale, Osmodeus looks to Raul and speaks I'll fill you in on those details tonight, meet us at the local inn at dusk, thank you very much for agreeing to help. I think that there may very well be a hero, in a larger sense than you think, hidden in you somewhere. Osmodeus walks to the inn, so as not to make a drunken fool out of herself. Faerie looks at Raul's sheathed sword are you any good with your sword, I would like to practice with you tonight at the inn and see what you've got. Shannon giggles at the comment and hugs Raul. She leaves to the inn, thinking that she should leave Faerie and Raul alone. She catches up to Osmodeus I understand what happened to Raoul, but where is Lilith. Shannon lifts up her shirt while walking down the street I've gotta show her this awesome bra that you made me. Later that night, the four of them settle in their room at the inn. There is a necromancer who lives in a nearby swamp who can send us to a realm where the Holy Sword is hidden, the only weapon that can kill Raoul Osmodeus says as she removes all of her clothing for bed shit! she quickly covers the front of herself with her cloak. We'll leave in the morning, goodnight she lays down.
Thread: Happy Birthday, Lyra!!!

Happy birthday, Lyra! Wherever you are at the moment...I hope you're having a wonderful day. It's your day...so may it be filled with fun and fantastic festivities! hugs 3 cake and ice cream for you
Thread: Happy Birthday, Lyra!!!

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Thread: Romance, adventure, kinks, sensuality, and fun (revamped slightly)

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Thread: Flames of War and Passion (Razgriz x Ironic)

Across a wide expanse the ship flew, its dangerous cargo in tow and the Luimbans eager to see him fight. It didn't matter if the creature understood why, only that it fought for the celebration of the natural world's one true rule Survival of the fittest. That one golden law by which all of life was irrevocably judged. Sure, he might fuss, stomp his feet like a child having a tantrum, but he would accept his place. He should be honored to have been chosen. Who knew what kind of backwards way of life he was living to begin with, that was the thought in their minds. Weakened by the cold and severance of his pact with the Patron Spirit, Khrelan slumbered during the entire journey. When he would awaken, the young Praoamian would find his body radically changed both inside and out. He didn't even feel his body be jolted around as he was transported to the cold underground, a place specially designed to hold him based on transmissions received and sent in flight. Only after the darkness fell did he finally begin to stir. The alien's mental musing of his physical appearance was not too far off though it was not by heat he came to be this way. His eyes opened slowly, the whites and pupils gone in place of fire-like glowing orbs, a low echoing groan leaving his throat the markings on his body, resembling magma channels in their appearance, dimly flickered as he struggled to awaken. The light from them cast small blades of illumination, some of them falling to reveal pieces of his neighbor. His body shivered from the cold, his muscles aching for relief, for warmth. He slowly raised himself to his knees, eyes falling to see his hands. What....happened? Where am I? Verath, is this a test? I have proven my obedience, my desire to fulfill the role of the Great Purifier. You had said so yourself...Why? he spoke out to nothing. And no one answered he could not hear the loving voice of the Patron. Only after a few moments did he realize the company of his neighbor the dark hurt his eyes, and with the little light his new form gave off it was difficult to see. Excuse me...This place. Where is it? Where are we? Were you taken as well? What did that giant metal bird want with me? Why did it douse in light so cold it burned? he then asked, unknowing just who it was he was speakig to.
Thread: Flames of War and Passion (Razgriz x Ironic)

Mumbling sounds was lifted in her ears, not knowing if it was in reality or the dreams she was having. She was running, running away from her family, from the people, from everything. She ran in slow motion as an echoing sound ran around in her head. Where are we? was the words she could make out, seeing a black figure stand before her, unknowing who it is and who the voice belonged to. Were you taken as well? The figure seemed close, yet so far away from her. She tried to reach for it, wondering why it was questioning her of such things, until suddenly her body jolted, her eyes widening as she gasped, waking up from her dead sleep. Peering over in the direction of the voice was the man, speaking to her and asking questions of his whereabouts. Clearing her throat that was dry and cracked, she managed to speak, though it was raspy and harsh. We are in the cellar of the castle, forced to participate in the Luimbian Tournaments. I have no idea why they had chosen you to be apart of this. Her voice sounded unamused, already dealing with enough problems herself, why should she feel sympathetic for someone else? If I was you, I'd suggest you sleep until tomorrow. That is when the battles take place. Her body never ached like this before, the cold hard ground already began to take a toll on her body that was used to being pampered and treated like the royalty she was... well, used to be. What happened to you? Did they burn you to death? She left the question hanging in the air, unknown of his selected gift. Her wrists already were imprinted with the marks of her chains, so tight that they were beginning to slightly dig into her skin. Realizing what the man had just stated in regards to the ship, she couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head. A metal bird in the sky? I think you mean our high tech space ship. I assume your species lacks intelligence. I almost feel bad for you. Her stuck up royalty attitude began to show, already thinking of herself better than her neighbor. Funny how she never use to be this way, and it only took a weeks worth of confinement and torture to turn a sweet girl into a bitter aftertaste. Getting up gently, she checked to see if her food was served yet, and frowned to see that no food was there, taking a seat back down on the hard ground. Sighing loudly, she closed her eyes and rested her head once more against the wall, waiting to see what the man would say to her remarks.