Thread: [Xnarrated x Lagertha]: Magraa, and the Book of Whispers

Something was in her grasp, Magraah could almost make out, it appeared to be a book--maybe, it was THE book, he was looking for all these years! It seemed strange though, how could he be both inside this book, and at the same time looking at the very same object that imprisons him? He could feel her body, against his, even though the two were not touching. He figured that the rumors were true then, the bastards who confined him to the pages of this alternate universe, indeed made use of his very own flesh and blood to craft this god damned prison of his. His flesh for the binding, and his blood to ink the words, a story that told of his rise and fall, a story that was meant to serve as warning to those that would want to follow in his path. This was his golden opportunity to finally free himself of this prison, and exact his revenge on the those who sought to bind him forever. Magraah could not understand the words coming from her mouth, he wasn't sure where the girl could have been from, white hair, violet eyes, pale flesh, she was like some mythical creature herself, but not from any lands or worlds he knew at least no speak the tongue she used. He assumed she introduced herself, so he would do the same, but he would also figured this was a critical moment, he had to make her trust him, make her feel safe, make her believe he was someone important and powerful someone she should not question. He had many abilities, like the power he used to transport her essence into this dream world, across different dimensions, he called that one Pull, and he used it to draw things to him, like gravity. His other ability, the power he called Push, allowed him to push thoughts and ideas even images into peoples minds, pushing the limits of the brain's capacity to perceive and receive his energy at different frequencies. He pointed to himself, and then then extended his hand, it began to glow--as if there were a flame flickering in the middle of his palm, and the dark cavernous room around them started to illuminate a bit from the manifestation of his aura. He closed his eyes, harnessing his power Magraah, pushed several images into her mind, taking control of her mind. Images unfolded in her mind, like a silent film, a bit hazy from time gone past these memories had faded from even his own mind a bit, and took some time to recall, but he was still able to show her, that at one point in time he was a great King, a ruler. She saw the day he was crowned, and the hundreds of thousands that stood below the Royal Balcony to witness. Adorned in a black robe that looked of satin soft and smooth, embellished with jewels and decorated with a pattern stitched in gold, the same pattern that was outlined on his bronzed flesh. He kept pushing these images over and over and over again, on to her, into her consciousness. Then he showed her how the Guild of Lorem, meaning Light in his language, came and wages war against him, stripping Magraah of his lands, his kingdom, his titles of Lord, and forced him and his people in to prison. He shared his pain, his suffering, his grief. He showed her images of how they beat him, and how 5 Agent of the Guild teamed up to defeat him, a bloody battle, and a bloody end he met that day, wounded heavily and dragged off in chains. The girl was caught up, her mind under his control, the power of Influence was a great ability he honed and crafted over centuries. He opened his eyes to watch her body react to his energy, to his effect on her, she was squirming and wiggling about like some kind of serpent under the subdued mind control of the snake charmer, slowly and almost sensually, he controlled her deep breaths, loans moans. Then he noticed the girl began shake, not sway, as if she started to become overwhelmed by his power, she was beginning to experience some seizure like episode. Just before she collapsed to the ground, his long hair like tentacles braced against her to minimize the impact as he release the girl from his spell. The last thing he Pushed on her, as she began to come back to consciousness was his name. If he could just get her to speak his name he, would be able to speak again...Even is she would still not understand his language it was necessary to be able to speak for with out the ability to speak, he could not cast stronger spells, like the one he would need to get out of this god forsaken place. The girl was so small and weak in comparison to his mammoth stature, his body was sculpted like a god, immaculate muscles covered what seemed like every inch of his massive frame, not to mention the massive inches dangling between his legs, uninhibited by an cloth or garment, he was on full display to her, it was like a tree truck hanging from his pelvis, thick with veins that ran all around it, his foreskin sheathed the mandingo from sight, so the girl could not make of the head of his penis, but the over all form was impressive, able to put even the most massive of stallion cock she'd probably ever seen in porno to shame...He stood up, bringing her closer to him, still wrapped up on his black mane of thick, smooth, soft, yet firm dread locks, he awaited her to come to, again, hoping she would have been able to understand what he was trying to tell her...My name is Magraah, King of Medona, and I need your help. Last edited May 31, 2018