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Thread: Death Itself continued (Crow11/CaiusWickersham)

She couldn't have been happier as she saw the large dark figure of a horse charging towards her. Shadow didn't stop but meerly expected the young women to grab a hold as she passed by and thats what Lexie did. In a leap she took hold of Shadow's mane and slipped onto her back where she clung for dear life. They left many soldiers in their wake as they soon reached the compound which had also become under seige but looked to be in a better situation then once before. The spikes were working well, warding off and killing any that ventured to close while the men positioned on the walls used whatever weapons they had to take out the rest. They quickly turned and left, one following another untill all that remained were the actual remains of those killed during their attempt. Lexie remained on the back of Shadow who walked to the front of the compound where she could enter. By this point Lexie had come to rest on the mare's back as they strode inside. She was beaten and battered, brusied and sore all over as she kicked her legs over one side of the horse and slid back down to the ground only to fall straight on her ass. Her legs giving way at the exhaustion of everything.
Thread: Death Itself continued (Crow11/CaiusWickersham)

Once the soldiers had disappeared beyond the horizon, the doors of the compound opened and people streamed out, descending on the bodies like vultures on carrion. They were scavengers, searching the bodies of the soldiers for any useful weapons or patches of armor and leaving the rest for the wasteland. Amidst the chaos, two medics came out and scooped up Lexie while others tended to the wounded on the walls. They rushed her to the infirmary, marvelling at the amount of trauma her body withstood and yet she was still alive. Once the doctors established IV drips and took her vitals, they departed to allow her to recover. Death then dropped his shroud of invisibility and came to Lexie in the room. You're alive, thankfully. How are you feeling, Lex? He removed his mask as he spoke, looking down on her tenderly as she lay on the bed amid the beeping machines and plastic tubes
Thread: Two sides of the coin (Pale x Traveler)

It had been a long two days. Sir Sean Idlewyld had spent too many days at the desk pouring over old contracts and agreements with the king's advisers, and he had been given orders not to leave the study until he could find an obscure note referring to the beginning of the Treaty of Vallane , a trade agreement that was supposed to ensure eternal free pass through the Valley of Vallane for their merchants, but which now seemed like it was going to be redacted due to some nobleman's inappropriate recreational activities with a duke's daughter. Sir Sean had been reading so much that his eyes felt dry and pinched. He had laid his head down for 'just a moment' it seemed, when he suddenly jerked awake. The flames in the fireplace had died down to orange embers and the King's study was dark. He drew in a soft yawn and leaned back in the chair, stretching lightly as he contemplated the consequences of sneaking off to bed without locating the contract information he was ordered to find. He had been a knight for nearly six years now, and still his slight frame and quick form was only surpassed by his usually quick mind... but tonight neither mind or form was up to his usual prime. He felt sluggish, and was seriously considering going to sleep on the king's couch and starting again in the morning.
Thread: Two sides of the coin (Pale x Traveler)

Getting to the study proved to be an easy feat, there were no guards in the hallways. Oh these royals, always so secure in there their fortresses. They never thought to protect themselves from the likes of her. She reached the door to the study with in minutes. Waiting and listening, to make sure the king himself wasn't inside. That would make things a little awkward, she wouldn't be able to explain her way out of that. Nothing from inside reached her ears, the room had to be empty. Opening the door she slipped inside, but oh was she wrong about the room being empty. Her eyes stopped on the sleeping form at the desk. She flattened herself in a dark corner watching him. What was she going to do now, her heart started pounding in her ears. Then the figure jerked awake, only illuminated by candle light and the dying fire in the hearth. She had to get out but how would she do that if he was awake? Well there was no point just standing here in the corner, he would see her shortly anyway. Slipping the black dagger from her hip she strode forward. Well you sir, have ruined all of my fun.
Thread: Two sides of the coin (Pale x Traveler)

He was visibly startled, and it took a half second for him to register that this wasn't a dream and she did not belong here. Sean stood up, his hand finding no weapon nearby but a metal pen, and he faced the intruder. Who are you? This section of the castle is off-limits for the commoner, he warned. His eyes saw the fire light glint off her dagger and he felt the absence of his own sword and dagger like an albatross. In fact, his sword belt and all that it entailed was across the room, leaning against an obscure wall where he had put it two days ago. Now, seeing her coming at him with that rare confidence that either fools or the well-trained had, he wished that he had eschewed comfort for safety. I'm warning you, he threatened, the king hangs thieves. If you do not leave now, I'll have no recourse but to arrest you in his name. It was mostly a bluff she seriously out-weaponed him, but he never knew someone to now quiver and quake at the presence of a knight, and he half-expected her to put down her dagger and beg for mercy.
Thread: Who's your inspiration?

Okay, I've just been re-reading some of my favourite quotes to help me through a case of Tuesday-itis, and it brought to my mind a question. Who's your inspiration? The one historical figure you admire, that you would like to meet or whose thoughts and views seem to embody your own. For me, it's Robert G Ingersoll, the 19th Century Free-thinker and orator, of whom Mark Twain once said What an organ is human speech when played by a master. The man had a way with words, views that were way before their time and very strong principles. I don't think I've ever read a sentence of a view of his that I disagree with.
Thread: Who's your inspiration?

Ah well I have a few personally. Hunter S. Thompson, for being an absolutely crazy guy and generally being among the best free thinkers I've ever read. He's not up his own ass or anything, he's very quick to tell things how they were and as he saw them, and he'd do them in either the most hilarious or blunt way imaginable. Theodore Roosevelt also is a pretty strong candidate for my inspiration. The guy was the most incredible human being to have ever lived and it's like every story from his life is taken directly from a classic adventure novel... or a Greek tragedy if you're looking at the darker parts of his life.
Thread: Who's your inspiration?

All hail Gygax Creator of Dungeons and Dragons! To be fair, I'm just a 3.5 nut, and have to like the guy who dreamed up the Tomb of horrors. Otherwise, Ghengis Khan would be my role model. He was a nomad, but brought ancient empires to their knees. He managed to pacify the middle east, mentioned strictly because there was nobody left to oppose him. His generals launched the only successful winter campaign on Russia, and the Pope considered the mongols to be a sign of apocalypse, and his empire didn't shatter after his death unlike the great western conquerors. I can only pray to be half as successful as the great khan.
Thread: Who's your inspiration?

I don't have any single historical inspiration per-se despite wanting to met quite a few people whether they're currently living or dead, but there is a someone I consider to be my inspiration in a manner of what I advocate today. She was a libertarian from Australia and we had a shared interest in video games, particularly Ace Combat 4 we met on a fansite devoted to AC4. Though I'd like to just say hi to her once more, just for nothing else than a good ole debate if nothing else. But like I said, there are those others I'd like to meet. Multiple inspirations, but not a single one inspiration-worthy in themselves. John Locke - A true father of liberty and freedom, formalizer of the Natural Law. Everything from the Magna Carta to the Bill of Rights, Articles of Confederation, etc. - all based on John Locke's philosophy regarding the Natural Law also Natural Rights. Patrick Henry - Why would the man responsible for the Revolutionary war to begin with, the one Revolutionary that propelled the moral argument for freedom forward and became the loudest opponent of the British government, decline such an important convention? I smell a rat! said Henry as he declined an invitation to the constitution convention... Genghis Khan - Quite odd a pick some would say for someone like myself... at face value. It's like what Friedrich Nietzsche said, The surest way to corrupt a youth is to instruct him to hold in higher esteem those who think alike than those who think differently . Like a previous poster said, he was the best at what he did, and had no qualms about it. He had something else, however, and that was his leadership, pure integrity - he was a meritocratic ruler he did not once fill offices of any kind with people just because they were one thing or another. Instead, those wanting a position under his leadership had to prove themselves competent for it. He didn't give a shit about what colorracegenderetc. you were literally, as he had plenty non-Mongolians and females in his army, and he admired true loyalty he just couldn't care less if you were his family or not - if you betrayed him, then you were going to deal with him and you would die in the process. If anything deserves admiration and commendation, then it's the loyalty Genghis Khan served. Catherine Romanov Catherine the Great - I have a lot of ancestry, and my Russian bloodline on my father's side was either part of the Romanov bloodline or was responsible for advising the family throughout its affairs, public and private alike maybe a bit of both as well, who knows how monarchs and advisers worked everywhere. Alas, Catherine Romanov was responsible for the westernization of Russia, so it'd be quite interesting to have a philosophical debate with her. Isaac Asimov - Alas, certainly a favorite author of mine. I'd probably like to get his latest thoughts on robots, cyborgs, Artificial Intelligence in particular, if nothing else.
Thread: Who's your inspiration?

Hmm I always have trouble answer questions like this. History never really held any major interest for me to be honest. Sad but true. People that inspire me are usually people that are doing things NOW, to work towards a better future for everyone. One figure that does inspire me a lot, is actually the Dalia Lama. After a particularly rough patch in life, I picked up the Art of Happiness and his entire lifestyle and way of thinking made me stop and evaluate myself. I could post quotes from that book all day and it would never encompass what it did for me. I still struggle with keeping negativity out of my life, its a very hard habit to break. If ever you are feeling down I definitely recommend having a look at that book. Its very eye opening. This is my simple religion. No need for temples. No need for complicated philosophy. Your own mind, your own heart is the temple. Your philosophy is simple kindness. Dalai Lama XIV
Thread: Who's your inspiration?

In no particular order Friedrich Nietzsche, Niccol Machiavelli, Plato, Aristotle, Socrates, Julius Caesar, Theodore Roosevelt, Franklin D. Roosevelt, George Carlin, Bill Hicks, and Gautama Buddha.
Thread: Who's your inspiration?

giggling......that's easy!.....Bettie Page
Thread: Happy Birthday, LingeringDesire!

Happy birthday, LD! Hope your day is super amazing. cake and ice cream all around
Thread: Happy Birthday, LingeringDesire!

Happy Birthday! D
Thread: Happy Birthday, LingeringDesire!

Thank you both. My day was grand. I got my hair cut and some new clothes and lots of fun things happened and got done lol
Thread: Happy Birthday, LingeringDesire!

Oh my goodness! How on earth did I miss your birthday?! Working a double I suppose Well! Happy belated!!!!
Thread: Happy Birthday, LingeringDesire!

Happy belated birthday! Wishing you all the best!
Thread: In the Name of Revenge (TheHuntress & I)

Deep in the woods, there stands a house on a hill, surrounded by the trees. Within its rotting walls, a dark ritual is about to take place of which no human should ever dare attempt. There is a man who has lost his innocence and peaceful way of life. For him, there is only one dream left for him. Revenge. It is his one and only motivation for continuing to exist in this world as he is. Since his youth, it has driven him to many specific arts of magic. For those who can achieve mastery over these arts are given the title 'Sorcerer'. They are meant to use their powers for the benefit on mankind, but for this particular individual, mankind has become irrelevant to him. That's why he stole the book. The book of Summoning. Within its pages lay the specific order of words to bring about beings that are spoken of only in legends and should never exist in this world due to their dark upbringing. But, for the young man, this power is necessary to carry out his task. For what power is greater than that of a demon? The setup is atypical of a ritualistic summoning. A pentagram, drawn in the dust of ground bones, is meticulously placed along the floor, each point adorned with a candle who's wicks burn with a particular incense. The smell is thick and and the smoke slowly climbs to the ceiling, giving the room a particular aura about it. At the base, sits the man, legs folded, the book in his lap and opened to the specific pages he marked to read. At his side, his staff, carved from a magical branch and able to amplify the Sorcerer's specific abilities. He gave a brief glance to the stick, knowing that if something went wrong with this summoning, he might need to use it at a moments notice. Fortunately, he took care to make every detail laid out in the book as precise as possible so that there would be no mistakes, no errors, no failures. He turns back to the pentagram once more, his eyes locked on the center. He clenches his fists a bit, his whole body tense in anticipation for what he was about to do. This is what he studied all those years for. All for this moment. If it succeeded, it would be a big step forward in his grand scheme for revenge. Preparing his body one last time, he turns to the words in the book and begins to read. It is an ancient language, one that the tongue of the normal man could not understand except through years of study. To translate, the words read as followed Come forth, demon of the underworld. A mortal calls you to this plane, to offer you life and freedom. See the path and approach with pride, doing your will upon the world!
Thread: Betrayed (Ryanmo97 and mommablackrose)

Ryan Morris Age 35 Height 5' 11 Weight 195 lbs. Hair Brown Eyes Hazel Body Type Athletic. Ryan Morris was a self-made millionaire. He owned a very successful company that sold consumer electronics to various businesses. That and due to some great investments, he was able to make a lot of money. He could have anything he wanted and the one thing that he wanted most was a sex slave. Through his business dealings, he had friends in the sex slave community that would be willing to help him. He hadn't found the right woman he wanted for his slave until he was about to make a deal with a friend of his in the community, David Warner. When he first met the woman he had to have her. David was reluctant to give the woman to Ryan, because she was such a good employee. But, Ryan was willing to pay David 50 million under the table for the woman. David just couldn't say no to that... A few days later, Ryan was in a conference room and watched as the young woman he wanted as his slave was standing in front of him, outlining the deal between David's company and his. He tried not to be too obvious in admiring her figure, keeping his gaze on the screen and only wandering when she turned away to point at some figure or other. The small glint in his eye and the slight smile did little to convey their secret. This whole presentation was just a show for the woman. The deal had all ready been made but she had no idea that she was part of the deal. He sat there and patiently waited for her to finish her presentation.
Thread: Betrayed (Ryanmo97 and mommablackrose)

Age 28 Height 5' 9 Weight 170 lbs. Hair Blonde Eyes Deep ocean blue Body Type Athleticcurvy Trista Thompson was a very unique woman. She knew how attractive she was. She heard it quite often. At 28 she was still as beautiful as she had been in high school. At 5'9 tall with a slender yet athletic body from working out and cheerleading so many years, she was no problem getting dates. Her hair was golden blonde and fell in waves down to her mid back when it wasnt pulled back into a ponytail or bun or some other hairstyle. Her eyes were a deep sea green with a hint of blue mixed within making them almost a teal color and her body was curved in all the right places with well rounded plump large D cups breasts and long shapely legs. Just like in her old high school days, she was an active woman who tended to do her jobs with diligence and intelligent determination. She worked effectively and would go to great measures to get her job done. Everything she had achieved in life she had earned on her own. However her active career driven style life left little to no time for her personal life. Though not a virgin, she wasnt the friskiest lady in the building to put it mildly. her last boyfriend had been her senior year of highschool and that had been short lived when she caught the idiot screwing her best friend behind the bleachers after a game one night. But that didnt matter. Her life had turned out well enough that she didnt have time for a man in her life anyways so she spent all her time on work and life. Standing before the powerful men at the table in the presentation room, she carried herself with confidence as she spoke on finical figures and potential growths in the company she worked for. All the while she felt the stare of someone upon her. It was noticeable and yet subtle. Normally she wasnt self conscious of such things but today she had noted one of the most powerful men in the business in the room Ryan Morris. She told herself that was the reason she felt the gaze due to the fact of her trying to sell this man part of the company as he boss wanted her. Finishing her presentation, she cut off the slide projector and then turned to the men in the room with him. And that concludes the presentation for the merger Gentlemen. I urge you to consider the benefits carefully. she said softly as she glanced around the room and let her gaze fall on Ryan as she studied his features trying to read if she had had good enough of should start looking for a new job.
Thread: Betrayed (Ryanmo97 and mommablackrose)

Ryan smiled when Trista finished her presentation, Well, I don't need to think about it... I'm very satisfied with the terms of the deal. then Ryan turned and looked at David, If you'd like to shake on it now, David, I'll sign the contract. They both shook hands and David opened the folder with the contract in it. Of course, it wasn't the complete contract, the deal between David and Ryan wasn't written down. Before they walked into this final meeting, Ryan had transferred the 50 million to David's bank account. He picked up his pen and signed the contract, as David pressed the intercom and asked for the Champagne to be bought in. Having signed, Ryan took Trista's hand and shook it vigorously. Well done, a top notch deal, Miss Thompson... I envy David having such a dedicated person on his team.
Thread: Betrayed (Ryanmo97 and mommablackrose)

Seeing him sign the deal, Trista smiled and felt proud of herself. She had no idea of the real reason things had gone smoothly and it was probably good she didnt at the moment. Smiling she firmly shook Ryans hand. Thank you Mr Morris, Ill happily accept such a compliment from a man of your status Sir she said softly as she felt pride in the job she had done. now with her part done, she gathered her things and prepared to return to her desk to file the proper forms and such and tackle the next order of business all the while not knowing that she wouldnt have to worry with such things soon.
Thread: Betrayed (Ryanmo97 and mommablackrose)

The Champagne was brought into the room. Ryan picked up a glass and dropped a pill into the glass. It would knock Trista out for quite awhile... long enough for her to be transported to her new home... The pill quickly dissolved into the drink and he picked one up for himself. Then he walked over to Trista and handed her the drugged glass... Please... Join us... for just one drink... at a toast... They clink glasses and then drank.
Thread: Betrayed (Ryanmo97 and mommablackrose)

Trista was a bit caught off guard as he handed her a,glass of champagne. She wasn't accustomed to such especially on the job and was unsure,of taking it til her boss nodded that it was okay. Having been busy gathering her papers that she didn't know it was drugged. to a great new partnership she whispered and then drank on the glass with the men. it wasn't long before she started feeling dizzy and weak. Not understanding the situation she went to sit and clear her mind a minute. However before she made it over to the chair, the room went dark as she fell limp, unconscious.
Thread: Betrayed (Ryanmo97 and mommablackrose)

Ryan watched fall Trista fall to the floor. Then, once he was sure she was out, he looked at David and said, Well, I do believe that the deal is done... Ryan then picked up his phone and press a button... The package is ready. Just then a couple of men came in with a large wooden crate. They picked her up, placed her inside, and closed up the lid. Thanks again, David. Your welcome, Ryan... they shook hands and Ryan walked out. The Men pushed the crate out the door. Some time later, Trista woke up, still fully clothed, still wearing her shoes, on a bed, in a bedroom. The walls were painted very light purple. The bed was a four post canopy queen sized bed, with a nightstand on each side. Directly across from the bed was a medium sized flat screen tv sitting on a large case filled with DVDs, Blu-Ray Discs, and CDs. To the left of the TV was a locked door. To the right of the TV was a series of shelfs that had a Satellite TV Receiver, a Blu-Ray Player and A CD player. On the wall to the right of the bed, was a vanity with cosmetics and a nice big make up mirror. There was also another locked door. On the wall the head of the bed rested on, was the door to the bathroom. On the wall to the left of the bed, was a bookcase filed with books and another locked door.
Thread: Betrayed (Ryanmo97 and mommablackrose)

Ryan had been watching in his home office ever since he got Trista home to monitor when she woke up. It took several hours but finally she was awake. He made his way down to the basement of his home that he had converted into his dungeon. The room that Trista was currently in was the nicest accommodations he had to offer her. He hoped that she would be willing to accept her new role in life, so he was planing on using the nice suite as a bit of a bribe. But, if she was going to make this rough on herself... he had a room that was much more fitting of her new life. He unlocked the door, and walked in the room. He was still wearing the suit he wore to the meeting. Hello, Trista... Welcome to your new home... I'm sure you have a lot of questions... But, let me get the obvious one out of the way... I've brought you here to be my sex slave... You will remain here with me for the rest of your life...