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Thread: Enslaving My Sister (lexxiradke414)

May had dropped out of high school when she was fifteen, and moved in with her brother. by the time she was nineteen, she had already decided that she wanted to get her high school diploma and move out of her older brother's house. she always felt as though she was just extra weight on Richard's shoulders, and she didn't want that. She had always thought about her brother as her best friend, and nothing more. May had jet black hair that went down to the middle of her back, and had no need to be straightened. She never believed in being too skinny like models. she thought girls needed a little bit of meat on their bones, but not too much. and thats how she maintained her body shape. She had milky white skin that looked perfect on her hour glass figure. Her attire when she went out places would normally be denim bleached skinny jeans, a t-shirt for one of her favorite bands, mainly things like asking alexandria or Blink 182, and a pair of toms or vans. but at home she would always wear a tight, blue tank top that made her breast pop out like crazy, and hello kitty shorts that she felt were both comfortable and made her ass look good. May always had guys wanting her, they always asked her to trade pictures which she had never done before in her life and was disgusted by the thought. She was still a virgin she was waiting for the right man, someone who she loved as well as fulfilled her sexual needs. She walked into the living room and sat on the recliner and crossed her legs. good morning, she smiled brightly at her brother then began running her pink brush through her hair. should i curl my hair today? she asked him. she loved her hair when it was curled, but loved it just the same the way i was. when she was done brushing her hair, she ran her hand through her bangs carefully.
Thread: Enslaving My Sister (lexxiradke414)

Richard turned when he heard his sister May enter the room in her casual attire around the house, which Richard normally would have never approved...except that he enjoyed the sight of her in revealing or tight attire. In his mind, he told himself that he could bear with it for a little while longer. Everything was set up in the basement. Soon, he wouldn't even have to wear clothes in the house anyways he'd have had her broken and they'd both be naked most of the time. For now though, he would play it casual until his time came to strike. Morning May. Hmm. Your hair? I prefer it straight over curled, personally. That was true. Richard preferred straight haired girls over curls. He'd dated a few girls and they'd always had straight hair, long or short. He'd never committed to a serious relationship, however, because of his rather extreme tastes or kinks. That's why to this date, he was alone....and why he wanted to trap his sister. His twisted mind figured that if he could break her, he'd have the perfect partner.
Thread: Enslaving My Sister (lexxiradke414)

May smiled at her brother and nodded. straight it is. she looked at the TV biting at her lower lip, unaware that she was doing it sexually. She then bent over and reached down for her laptop from the chair, and when she finally got a hold of it, she got on facebook. Richard, can you believe this? she showed her brother messages from guys calling her sexy, beautiful, and gorgeous. She laughed in disbelief and deleted them all. That's ridiculous. she rolled her eyes, shut her laptop and bent over the chair to put it back where it was. She stuck out her tongue and looked down at it best she could, playing with the ball on her tongue where she had it pierced.
Thread: Enslaving My Sister (lexxiradke414)

I'd take it as a complement, sis. I mean, you ARE pretty. I'm surprised you haven't gotten a boyfriend yet, frankly. Getting up from his spot on the couch, Richard began walking toward the kitchen to get something to drink, his hands dug into his pocket as he toyed with a small packet using his fingers, hidden from his sister's sight. It was a drug that would knock her out, and then he could do what he wanted with her afterwards...and he intended to train her into the perfect slave. You want anything to drink, May?
Thread: Enslaving My Sister (lexxiradke414)

She gave her brother a heavy sigh. No, i don't have a boyfriend rich. For many reasons actually. So many guys out there are just slobs. They're sick. May watched as her brother got up from the couch and walk into the kitchen, swiftly. She began to wonder, why didn't HE have a girlfriend? He was wealthy, charming, trustworthy, and very handsome. She was so surprised that not once, even at mom and dad's house, had Richard ever brought a girl home. Not once! Uh, yeah, sure. i'll take something to drink.
Thread: Enslaving My Sister (lexxiradke414)

Felix had always been a loner through his life since being an only child had taken it's toll, at the age of seven he had moved from Sweden, another reason not to fit in, he has struggled with english in the past and now 'keeps it under the hat' he believes that wearing that same beanie everyday throughout his life helps Felix is a tall and skinny man, a strong Swedish accent glides through his vocal chords and a pale complexion covers his face. His hair is ebony black, his eyes almost amber, just needs to be given a chance in life, abused by father when young just needs a bit of a break.
Thread: Enslaving My Sister (lexxiradke414)

He holds onto the heavy boxes and looks at his house over the top this is the place, looks better than it did on the website struggles through the door and gently places the boxes on the floor and goes back to the van to collect the rest of the items I just hope that with a new neighbourhood comes new propect, and new hope
Thread: Enslaving My Sister (lexxiradke414)

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Thread: About the pm notifications

Haven't seen anything on it I think but I was wondering if there had been a change of how you're notified of new pms. it used to be that the notification would come up in the top right corner of the page regardless of where you're scrolling to let you know you have a message and actively updated without having to refresh the page. But it only notifies me when refreshing the page and shows up just under the pmuser cp section of the site. or am I the only one that noticed this or was that a chang that happened all through the site?
Thread: About the pm notifications

Actually, this was discussed quite a while ago. Back in February in the Rules and Announcements sections. But anyway, due to the process loads, the PM notifications was temporarily turned off to help ease that. So, everyone has no choice but to endure this change until we're able to co-locate servers. Again, this is temporary until co-location. But it'll take a bit to raise funds in order to get a new server as well.
Thread: Warcraft: Picking Up the Tab  (Hawk/Dr. Nibbles)

Roko eased himself off of his mount as he reached the stables, nodding to the keeper as he passed him the reins and tossed him a couple silver coins for keeping his wolf for the night. The orc looked around a moment, taking in his surroundings as he approached the small tavern just on the outskirts of Ratchet. The tavern was noticeably busy tonight, both Alliance and Horde were enjoying drinks and conversation but not with each other. The Horde managed to stay on the left side of the tavern, filling bar stools and tables while the Alliance stuck to the other. With a smile, Roko stepped inside and helped himself to a stool and small table located near the middle of the tavern that was unoccupied. He met several stares and nods from other patrons, but the Orc was unfazed by most of it. His strong frame pushed through a crowd of goblins, keeping his hands on the hilts of his axes which rested at his hips before taking his seat. A familiar goblin approached his table, giving him a friendly grin and served him his usual mead before scurrying off to help other customers, leaving the Orc to take in the sights and sounds.
Thread: Warcraft: Picking Up the Tab  (Hawk/Dr. Nibbles)

Fauna entered the tavern, her long blue dress dangling from her petite draenai frame. She was a local patron, in fact it was her beauty that brought in most business. She was so gorgeous that it was famed across the expanse of Ratchet and miles beyond that. Though she was more than just a pretty face, she was a harlot at times as well. Allowing any man horde or alliance access to her body if they suited her taste and had a decent amount of cash or other loot. Tonight was no exception to her devious ritual. On her entrance to the bar she saw a particularly interesting mount. A wolf. Wolves are a Orc specific mount, and those greenskins are the most easily tamed pigeons. She saw the Orc in his massive bulk, sitting at the counter. Jackpot, she thought.
Thread: Warcraft: Picking Up the Tab  (Hawk/Dr. Nibbles)

Roko lifted his gaze from his glass when he noticed the Draenei entering the tavern, wondering if she was meeting someone as she looked around. Their eyes met briefly and he noticed a smile play on her soft, pouty lips. He dropped his gaze back to his pint of ale which he knocked back, slamming the glass down on the table as a sign that he wanted another. The Orc was clad in some armor, a pair of black plate pauldrons rested on each of his broad shoulders, marked in the generic red Horde crest. His chest and midsection was mostly bare, allowing onlookers to see just how strong this green beast looked. Roko found his eyes wandering again, back towards the female who had just entered moments ago. There was something alluring about this Draenei, giving her figure a closer look.
Thread: Warcraft: Picking Up the Tab  (Hawk/Dr. Nibbles)

The bar's attention seemed to focus solely on Fauna. It was as if all men and women of any race were enchanted by her beauty and saunter. Her long, hair swayed around her midsection, as blue and dark as midnight. Her ageless, smooth face was topped with two horns that concaved and pointed outward, turning pink at their sharp tip. Her pallid blue flesh just looked soft to the touch, and her darker lips seemed to beg for someone to take her body. Fauna made her way to her target, the massive greenskin that sat at the bar, drinking the night away. I'll take the usual. she said, her voice etheral in its beauty. She shifted her attention to the orc at her right and took a seat, crossing her legs in a revealing manner Hey, she said simply.
Thread: D&D One on One: Conflict for Knowledge

In a time and place similar to ours, there is a book. A book of magic and mystery. The Grimoire Arcanum Absoltum What is actually written in the pages of this book is unknown. Those few who have read it cannot speak of it's contents, but the aftermath of it's reading is recordable. The dead returning to life, cities rebuilt in a day, crops growing where none could, a continent sinking into the ocean floor... It seems to be able to do anything . There are many who would grasp such power, but few who know of it, and fewer get the chance to obtain it. Only those who know of magic, which is relatively unknown in this world get a chance, and only fourteen are chosen to fight for it. For it only appears once a decade, and only to the last pair standing. Seven Masters of this world, seven Servants from others. Who will win in this conflict? Who will receive the knowledge to do anything? Lets find out... A young woman stands in front of a summoning circle, the symbols on her arm a reminder of what she has to do. She's scared, since she is the last of her family. Meant to protect, meant to guard, their family sought to make sure destruction wasn't wrecked upon the world. But then her father died of an illness shortly after her birth, and her mother died of a broken heart two years after. And ten years ago her brother was killed, in the very thing she was entering now... The Grimoire Conflict. But she had been chosen, and it was her duty. With tears dripping down her face, she began the chant from her heart that would call a Servant. To fight for her, to protect her. Warrior of another world. Listen. Hear my plea, hear my cry. Come. Help me keep this lonely vigil. Fight. Brother of my heart, Arrive! The sound of thunder echoes in the room, swirling blue tendrils flow from her to power the circle. A man appears, armored and ready for battle. But his face startled her. She gasped, and stared. Altrain is disoriented. He heard a chant and then a blue portal appeared and then scooped him up. Three words appeared in his head. Servant Class Saber. The blue fades, and he finds himself in a room that has unusual furniture, likes of which he's never seen. The woman in front of him though... She looks like... his sister. Only 8 years older... Brother?! She asks, tears falling from her face.
Thread: D&D One on One: Conflict for Knowledge

It cannot be.. He gasps, almost coming out as a growl. Reina.. How are you here..? Am I... Is this heaven? Or is this Hell and the Gods wish to jest me..? His blade is lowered, though he quickly tightens it grip, and looks around the room. Where... Am I..? Thoughts swirled through his head as he began to correct himself. it was impossible. The rules of The Grimoire allowed him to know one thing. He took a deep breath, his visor covering his wavering eyes. I ask of you, are you my Master?
Thread: D&D One on One: Conflict for Knowledge

I... I am. Both Reina, and... Your master. How? How are you alive? Reina stared, looking at the brother she knew was dead. But there was differences. He was older, and had the build of a warrior, not a mage. Also, there was a dead look in his eye, that her brother had never had. Not even when his Servant died, and he'd sought to fight on his own, giving her time to escape. She had only been five, but the knowledge of his sacrifice, of the last time she saw the only family she could remember was etched into her mind forever. She had been taken care of and raised by servants loyal to her family. If you could describe her, since she's Altrain's sister, just from another reality, another world.
Thread: D&D One on One: Conflict for Knowledge

Reina has mid shoulder length brown hair with deep blue eyes, has always been slim. other than that, free reign as she's much older. The Gods are cruel it seems.... They take you from me in one world, so that I can see you grieve in another... For now, I am simply 'Saber'... His voice was cold and stressed as he relaxed the grip of his blade. What would you have me do, Master? He tried to distance the woman in front of him that bore his sister's name, trying to separate the two, should he fail again.
Thread: D&D One on One: Conflict for Knowledge

I... Just keep an eye out, for now. Take a look around, and get a feel for the house and grounds. This is where we'll stay, and where we'll sleep. In the morning, I need to leave for school. I'll have some servants find clothes for you to fit into, so that you can come with me. Your cover will be as a bodyguard. Reina says, visibly trying to regain her composure. But Altrain can see that she is still on the verge of tears. Reina seems... worn. Like the weight of the world is on her shoulders. Her brown hair is simply kept, barely brushed, and her eyes have bags under them, that seem to have stayed there for a long time. Her clothes are... strange to Altrain. But seem well made, if rather simple. Overall, it seems like Reina is barely taking care of herself. Elsewhere... Destroyer of another world. Listen. Hear my call, hear my demand. Come. Help me wreck this world anew. Fight. God of Destruction reborn, Arrive!
Thread: D&D One on One: Conflict for Knowledge

He nodded and hugged her briefly before starting to wander, leaving the room with a simple comment. Whether you are my true sister or not, I cannot bear to see you ill... please... get some rest and relax..
Thread: D&D One on One: Conflict for Knowledge

Reina smiles at that, before nodding. She follows after, going up the staircase in the next room. Altrain finds himself in a mansion, with a similar layout to the place he grew up, with some differences. The servants, of which there are a dozen, are startled at first glance of him, but continue with their duties. They all seem to step lighter though, and have at least a slight smile after seeing him.
Thread: D&D One on One: Conflict for Knowledge

So... In this world.. We never left Grandfather's mansion? He asked himself, putting his gauntlet to the visor covering his eyes and forehead. This world made his head spin. He didn't know the time period, or anything at all. beyond that, he was summoned ALIVE. He hadn't completed his business or been killed in his previous land, as far as he knew. And Reina... She seemed so hurt to see him. What had happened to this worlds 'Altrain.' With a light sigh, he turned to one of the maids. After all, they knew who he was, for the most part. The me from this world... What happened to him?
Thread: D&D One on One: Conflict for Knowledge

The maid, a blonde with green eyes, looks sad a moment, and answers, He died ten years ago, in this same conflict. He bought Mistress Reina time to escape, after his Servant died. He even managed to take the other Servant with him. The maid gives him a slight smile. It is nice to see his face again. Perhaps it will help the Mistress. She has been... very alone.
Thread: D&D One on One: Conflict for Knowledge

I admit.. in a way, that makes me happy. He started. In my world... I was a knight, but I rebelled against my kingdom after it became corrupt and your Mistress fell to their blades... I swore I'd get revenge if it was the last thing I did... when I return after this war... That's just what I'll do. He swore once more.
Thread: D&D One on One: Conflict for Knowledge

The maid looks at Altrain a moment, and nods. I'm sorry for your loss. I can see it has affected you greatly. Maybe... maybe that's why you were summoned. So you can help heal each other. The maid says, while continuing her dusting. But that's just speculation, and an optimistic one on my part. But I like to look at the bright side of things. Do you need anything? She asks with a gentle smile.
Thread: D&D One on One: Conflict for Knowledge

I pray you are right.. He nods, turning. I'll continue giving patrolling the grounds for now, thank you.
Thread: D&D One on One: Conflict for Knowledge

The maid nods, and continues her task. Altrain sees several things that are completely strange to him. But the grounds, at least are similar. The only noticeable differences are the paved black line leading outside the gate driveway, and a patch of trees in a corner. The mansion seems slightly bigger, and the library is positively massive. The librarian seems to be busy. Altrain seems to have arrived around evening, near sunset. The same time he left his world...
Thread: D&D One on One: Conflict for Knowledge

Altrain looked perplexed by the surroundings, his mind almost seeming to twist to wrap around the world that is his but at the same time not his own. The location seemed to be secure at least, so he considered retiring for the knight. Although, as he is now, he shouldn't require sleep...
Thread: D&D One on One: Conflict for Knowledge

The night passes quietly, and most of the servants turn in for the night after an hour or two past sunset. The only one who stays up late is the librarian, who continues his task and joy through most of the night. Altrain's room is in the same place it was in his world, and presumably Reina's is in the same spot as well. In the morning... Altrain finds his door if he is still in his room being knocked on a minute or so past sunrise. Official time of knocking is 600. Master Altrain, please wake up. It is time to shower. The maid from yesterday called out.
Thread: D&D One on One: Conflict for Knowledge

He simply opened the door and nodded, having pulled out a well made tuxedo with a grey shirt and black tie. I figured it would suit a bodyguard.. I'll wear this after I bathe. He looked around and breathed. So far, everything is where it was in my world, aside from the library being much bigger here, and the odd black path.. But just to be sure, where is the bathroom? Now that I think of it.. We didn't have servants either. This was our grandfather's abode, but he didn't have servants, despite his wealth... He thought aloud to himself
Thread: D&D One on One: Conflict for Knowledge

Yes, that would fit, and look nice. The bathroom is there. The maid points, and the bathroom is in the same place. But the inside... is very different then Altrain is used to. Well, the Morishita family has been mages for centuries, in this world. The maid says, then points out everything and how it works, including the various soaps and shampoos, before leaving him to take care of washing himself.
Thread: D&D One on One: Conflict for Knowledge

He nods and takes a heavy breath as he allows his armor to simply vanish, leaving himself vulnerable to the world as he washed himself thoroughly, but quickly. He dried off before donning his new clothes, and stepping out. He began to search the house for any type of weapon-small and concealable, from this time and or his own. Rolled a natural 20 search check- looking for a knife, pistol, or other concealable weapon.
Thread: D&D One on One: Conflict for Knowledge

There is a pistol in a room that looks like the Master's Study, near the library. There are a plethora of knives in the kitchen, and the cook is more than willing to lend one. Reina is in the kitchen as well, eating. She looks better today, dressed in a school uniform. It seems like she got a decent sleep for the first time in a long time. Hello Saber. Any questions? She also sounds better.
Thread: D&D One on One: Conflict for Knowledge

When Saber takes the gun, it become's wreathed and clad in his own energy, and takes a similar scheme as the armor he had been wearing, as does the knife. None in particular, just realizing that it's a different time period here as well... You may need to tell me how things work. He explains. Except for weapons... we're good on that.
Thread: D&D One on One: Conflict for Knowledge

Oh, well, the year is 2022. We'll be going in a car, which is a horseless carriage. Reina replies. People live mostly in cities now, and communications in particular, but technology in general, is a lot further ahead than you're probably used to. There are schools for everyone, and magic is rare and hard to find, for almost everyone. Basically, this world is our world, but a little bit further ahead, timeline wise. So there may be a few more cutting edge technologies. The gun is actually magical already, and seems to have a familiar feel, magic wise. Base as 5 merciful fire.
Thread: D&D One on One: Conflict for Knowledge

He basically gave it unlimited ammo and gave it the power of a rank B Noble Phantasm. He also is treated as having greater proficencyfocus specialization, as well as Devastating Critical. Passive weapon boosting skill. He nodded and stretched, concealing the gun and knife. Then let us be on our way..
Thread: D&D One on One: Conflict for Knowledge

Reina leads he to the garage, and into the car. The car leaves on the driveway, and heads toward a city, Diaruth. The drive ends in a four story building. Diaruth South High. There are a multitude of students, some staring at Altrain, but most shrugging and continuing on. Inside, Reina introduces Altrain to the staff members, and her teachers throughout the day as a sophomore student, as a newly hired bodyguard. Meanwhile... On the rooftop when they arrive, a figure in red with long streaming silver hair watches the arrivals through visor. Upon seeing Reina and Altrain, it mutters to itself, Targets found. Awaiting opportunity to strike. A cackle can be heard by the figure, then a man's voice. Excellent, Archer. Soon you can prove yourself as the God of Destruction! Right... The figure says before shutting the communication to listen only. As if I really cared for that title... Roll Spot to see if Altrain notices the figure before entering the school.
Thread: D&D One on One: Conflict for Knowledge

Spot 23, sense motive 35
Thread: D&D One on One: Conflict for Knowledge

Altrain notices the figure, and notices that it focuses on them.