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Thread: Princess Elizabeth & The Cursed Necklace RP (RPGirl19 & Isenhart De'Rathe)

It was clear that there was no escape by the direction that the princess had come. The rose bushes had grown taller and the thorny vines had blocked any opening that might have been sought. The princess had no choice but to fight off the branches with the single weapon she had which was that useless stick. She whacked and beat the stick against the vines but then the ground erupted. She almost was thrown off balance and stumbled a bit. The tree groaning and twisting was enough to make her shriek. The beautiful woman struck a couple more vines but then they managed to snatch the object for her grasp. The princess proceeded to try and ward off the roots and vines with just her bare hands and legs now as she kicked the roots. It was hard to avoid the vines, branches and roots by now. The princess was completely surrounded but she wasn't going to surrender. The sweet scent of her body mixed with the smell of plant-life. The roses made her think about a giving up as a calming and relaxing sensation over came her body. It was then that a vine snaked around one of her wrists and made her cry out in protest. The princess' blonde hair falling over her face as she leaned forward to try and pry it loose.
Thread: Princess Elizabeth & The Cursed Necklace RP (RPGirl19 & Isenhart De'Rathe)

At last, the tree had found its mark. To think that the princess would have been able to put up such a fight with something as common and useless as a stick served to prove her strength and skill. If the necklace was to truly conquer her then it would need to become much stronger. It would need to fuel its power with the Princess's many defeats that were to come. This dream... It was only the beginning, as she would come to realize soon enough. Once that lone vine-like branch found it's mark, the other vines and roots doubled their efforts. Though Princess Elizabeth might have been a skilled warrior, there was only so much that she would be able to do with one of her hands captured. She would need to focus her efforts on freeing that hand if she was to have any hope of escape. The vines would use that window of opportunity. She would be distracted while she freed herself. She would be desperate and likely to panic. She would not be able to fight off the other branches, vines, and roots with anywhere near the effectiveness that she had done before. It was finally over. The Princess was captured, or would be in a matter of seconds. All that was left was for her to realize it. The first of many victories over Princess Elizabeth was quick at hand. Outside of the dream world, the necklace quaked against her chest in anticipation of its first taste of Elizabeth's latent lust. It would use that essence to grow stronger.
Thread: Princess Elizabeth & The Cursed Necklace RP (RPGirl19 & Isenhart De'Rathe)

It might have been a dream but the princess felt like the fight was entirely as important as ever. She did ponder the thought of her trusted sword that she'd relied on so much and why it wasn't there in her hand. She'd fought valiantly but it appeared to be for nothing. The power of the necklace continued to work its carnal and dark magics. The sensation of surrender increased and her will-power to fight was weakening. It was getting harder to keep her mind focus on the task of escaping this horrible situation. The fair-haired princess tugged and pulled on the vine that had a hold of her wrist. She tried to pry it loose with a gloved hand but it was tightly wrapped around her hand as well. This was a bad situation and the princess knew it. There was little that she could do and any resistance was only serving to drain more energy from her tiring body. There was a brief victory as she got her hand free and stumbles backwards. It might be short lived though and she somehow knew this. The stick was gone and she didn't have anything to protect herself. The use of her hands had not proven very effective either. She began to panic as her breath quickened. She'd close her eyes and count to three. She hoped that she'd open them and all of this would be gone. One... Two... Three...
Thread: Princess Elizabeth & The Cursed Necklace RP (RPGirl19 & Isenhart De'Rathe)

That was the moment that the necklace had been waiting for. The Princess closed her eyes tight in some vain attempt to wake herself, but she could not do that. Her mind was under the full influence of the necklace's magic and only it could free her from this place. From the moment that Elizabeth had put that cursed gem around her neck, she had resigned herself to this fate. Her dreams would no longer be her own. They belonged to the necklace and its creator. In turn, that meant that the Princess, too, belonged to the warlock and his dark magic while she slept. She would find that she was unable to wake herself, no matter how hard she tried. She should have just kept fighting, regardless of how vain it might have been. With her eyes closed, the Princess could not defend herself from the grasping vines any longer. Unable to see the magical dream tree, she could no longer defend herself from it and it finally was able to capture the Princess. Two long roots, which were somehow completely void of dirt, met with the fair-haired warrior's ankles. They wound upward over her legs until they were coiled around her knees. The leafless vines, too, grabbed and gripped at the Princess's body. Two vines met her wrists and mirrors the roots around Elizabeth's legs. They wound down her arms until they were wrapped about her elbows. Now that all of the girl's limbs were captured, the tree pulled them in all directions. Her arms were pulled upwards in opposite directions while her legs were pulled apart just a little further than shoulder-width. She was pulled until her body formed an 'X' between the vines.
Thread: Princess Elizabeth & The Cursed Necklace RP (RPGirl19 & Isenhart De'Rathe)

The poor princess found that closing her eyes was just as useless as everything else. She opened them as the vines began their assault. It wasn't going to be easy though. She still had a little fight within her left. The princess leaned forward as two of the roots wound up along her ankles. The pressing of the rope-like objects gliding against her stockings while her breasts were displayed within her cleavage as she leaned over. Then more spun and circled around her wrists and arms. She tugged and tried to stop the tree from gaining a better advantage of her but the vines pulled her limbs apart. She might have hit the ground but then the thicker vines lifted her up off the ground. She whimpered as she stared in horror with her pretty blue eyes. This was bad and the princess didn't like how vulnerable it made her feel. She really was defenseless without her sword. She had no idea that this was all a dream. In the real world, Elizabeth laid on the bed and murmured within her sleep. She scissored her legs a bit as her body began to warm softly. She felt her skin tingling as she fought to refrain from giving into the necklace's corruption completely.
Thread: Princess Elizabeth & The Cursed Necklace RP (RPGirl19 & Isenhart De'Rathe)

You fought well, Young Princess, a deep and distorted voice echoed from around the fair-haired beauty. The voice did not seem to have a source. Rather, it seemed to emanate from the dreamscape itself. Was this the necklace talking to her? Your strength and your skill are admirable. You would have made a fine queen, but I am afraid that you will never see the throne so long as I hang about your beautiful neck. Our Master will be king and you will be a lowly slave and political puppet. I will break you, you will serve the Master, and he will rule your kingdom through you. You will eagerly serve him in his every desire, but first... First you will learn to serve me . As the voice resonated in the air, the ground beneath the Princess squirmed with a host of new vines, which erupted from the ground all around the beautiful woman. These vines were unlike the roots or the branches of the tree, which possessed a tough thin bark. These new vines, however, were a light tan color and seemed to be leathery and bare. They were thin, most being no more than an inch in girth with the largest being only three. Most strangely, there was a small hole in the tip of each of the vines, which were capped with a mushroom-like head. The purpose of these strange vines should have been perfectly clear both from their appearance and from the words that the dream had spoken.
Thread: Princess Elizabeth & The Cursed Necklace RP (RPGirl19 & Isenhart De'Rathe)

Sorry about the delay. I haven't had internet for three weeks Elizabeth suddenly heard the voice of someone talking from somewhere beyond her position. The princess glanced around even as she struggled to free herself from this horrible predicament. The problem was in the fact that the princess couldn't seem to locate the source of the voice. There wasn't anyone there and it also seemed that the voice was everywhere but how could that be? She shakes her head as if to clear it. The princess closing her eyes once more as the necklace seemed to vibrate against her lovely cleavage. The words of the voice seemed to draw her back to the necklace as the princess gasps at the words. Never... Elizabeth started as the voice insisted that she would serve another as a mere puppet. My people will never allow it! She then blurted out as her reason for it not being true. The attention of the princess was then brought to the ground beneath her feet. She cried out in surprise as the vines began to churn and her balance was disturbed by the movement. The girl stared as the vines erupted and had a very different look than those of the tree itself. The struggling didn't subside as the princess only grew more alarmed by the sudden change in the enviroment around her. The princess cried out as these new vines appeared as the appearance made her even more alarmed. Release me now... She pleaded as the thought of not having he sword came back to her once more.
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Thread: Again They Shall Rise [Karameida x MellowYellow]

At the Start.... Anubis was in a rare fury as he stalked along the corridors of where he lived. Or rather, where he used to live. I should have left him to rot... Anubis snarled. The cause of his fury? Osiris. The fool who'd been tricked by his evil brother. The one who was cut up and scattered across Egypt. Would still be scattered little chunks of god had he and Thoth not stepped in and helped him and Isis. I shouldn't have done it. he bit out angrily. Now that Osiris was resurrected -in a manner of speaking- he was to rule the underworld. The realm Anubis himself had been running until now. The rage within him burned hotter as the memories flitted through his mind. Because of what happened he could not take his original place with the other deities so he was told to rule the underworld. And I'm supposed to stand idly by and serve that thrice accursed idiot. he muttered gritting his teeth, the rage within growing ever brighter. If they think I will, then they are bigger fools than Osiris. I have no intention of being that gullible gods dog. He said letting out a long shaky breath. He stopped and clenched and unclenched his fists several times trying to rid himself of some of the wrath that was swirling inside him. Just waiting to consume him in flames. Fools. He murmured again before disappearing entirely from the world. Eons passed in both the human world and the world in which the gods resided. Anubis was gone but his part was written in mythology nonetheless. And as he lied comatose in this dark world of blacks and greys, the Egyptian pantheon was ruthlessly destroyed. Every one of them tortured and murdered with extreme hatred. The destruction of the Egyptian pantheon sent a wave of shock crashing over the rest of the pantheons. How could such a thing happen to an entire race of gods? Time wore on and no answers could be found and the matter was laid to rest. The Egyptian pantheon became a dark, silent and cold place. Like Death sitting in the middle of a crowded room of humans. And then it happened again. This time it sent the pantheons into a fearful frenzy. Within this chaos voices screamed out. Take action! Revenge! Fight! but how do you fight something you do not see? This question silenced the yelling and frightened screaming. Something had to be done. Two pantheons had been entirely annihilated and they were fearful it would not be the last. However within the turmoil the goddess Morrigan had decided to try and do something about what was going on. Screaming, hiding, fighting none of these would bring the answers they desperately needed. And for this dangerous task she would require the help of certain individuals and so she slipped away to begin working on her plan. Decades passed in the human world as the realm of the gods began to falter and crumble....
Thread: Again They Shall Rise [Karameida x MellowYellow]

Immortality was the kind of thing that many people liked the idea of, but would grow to loathe it ultimately if they were to ever feel it for themselves. For one brief period Cu Chulainn had been allowed death's embrace, from his fall at the hands of Lugaid and his machinations. His vile and grizzly end, but the only one a warrior wanted. He had died on his feet and that was more than Cu could say for his kinsmen. At the very least he hadn't ended up as a blind and infirm cripple like Oisin had And in addition he had made a mental note to never ever visit Tir na Nog. But the Morrigan did not like the idea of a hero of his caliber being gone from the world. She had rebuilt his body and maintained his soul, fusing them together in a powerful union. He could not die of old age, only combat could kill him now... and as giant dogs and entire armies had failed to do so, he had been wandering through Eire, Albion and Europe for what must have been centuries His ability to count was never spectacular, and after a time he stopped caring enough to try and keep track. The world had changed. Man was starting to forge its own links with magic, and the constructs of wise men had grown more refined. The developments by one Leonardo Da Vinci, his creation of tanks and various flying contraptions forged from clockwork technology, was spreading globally. It seemed mankind was starting to wean itself off it's gods. No doubt this would be problematic. For it was not for gods to say if man existed- no it fell to men to decide if gods existed. And that was a harsh lesson, Cu Chulainn mused, that the divine beings of the world would learn. He had been fishing down along the giants causeway, in those same footsteps of Fionn MacChumhaill and Benandonner, when a raven came with a message for him. The Morrigan's message... So the redhead had horsed himself and travelled down over the course of several days, moving at quite the gallop to reach the neolithic mound of Newgrange- the ring of carved ornate stone topped with lush green grass. The tall and toned male slid off the horse as the sun was setting, taking the time to brush some dirt of his ivory scalemail tunic and then doing the same to the tanned leather trousers he had donned.The air was quiet and stagnant- usually a sign that SHE was here. Alright death goddess... I'm here! Cu called out. He didn't know why she wanted him here, the note had been vague... whatever it was that brought him out here, it couldn't be good. He stood on the grass and gripped the spear holstered in the saddle, just in the event that this was some kind of trap.
Thread: Again They Shall Rise [Karameida x MellowYellow]

Well this had been a turn... what the hell was an Egyptian? Whatever it was, this new being was attractive. Feminine beauty mixed with a distinct air of physical power. While not as built as Cu, this 'Anubis' woman made for a physically impressive specimen in her own right. His eyes spent some time inspecting her, the exotic features and generally alien attributes serving to better intrigue him. Yet another person desecrated by the Morrigan it seems, he remarked in a matter of fact manner. Cu listened again at the reference to dead gods, a notion that seemed wholly mad to him. He knew, from his travels, that every country had their own divine beings formed from their own imaginations and given shape by an unknown magical energy. Cu Chulainn also knew that these beings all possessed a power beyond the scope of imagining for the average mortals from being able to shape the earth, control the elements and in Zeus' case knock up just about anything that could move. What kind of entity could possibly wipe out an entire pantheon consisting of such vastly powerful beings? Unless... another god perhaps? But what deity would wage war upon their own kind? Madness. Then again the Morrigan never seemed to treat anything as a joke. What she was describing must have happened. To be fair, I don't exactly know who you are either missus, Cu Chulainn replied, adjusting his spear. The thrum of magic was obvious at a glance at the bone-spear, the ancient energies of the Gae Bolg making the air faintly crackle with static. But if we're to work together, then I'm sure we'll both get a good understandin' of our pasts. All you need t' know is that I killed entire armies on my own, my spear can kill just about anythin, I beat a giant dog to death, and one time I killed an invulnerable man by stabbing him up the arse. I'll do the same to whoever is killing these gods.
Thread: Again They Shall Rise [Karameida x MellowYellow]

A crow, a figure that had become an all too common sight in his lifetime. Eire was no stranger to bloody battles and he was certainly no stranger to such conflicts either and the carrion crows were always there to clean up the mess. Morrigan's pets who told her who's souls to reap. Black birds feast on dead things. Thankfully, mama bird herself left the two strangers to their duties. It didn't surprise Cu that she would be skipping the actual investigation of the matter, but then again she was tied to this land. Or most of her power was at least, she wouldn't be able to accomplish much if they were to investigate into other countries or continents. Aye. This is nothin' to be sniffed at... dead gods, might be a bit out of my league hunting a god-killer. But someone's gotta look into it- whatever we're facin' will probably turn their sights to the mortals if it gets done with the divines. Egypt she says... Cu was travelled, yes, but mainly he focused on European travel. Though he did have a brief stint of heroism in the northernmost reaches of Africa. Going to Egypt would be all too new, but this was a good place to start looking. Fair enough. You've got the right to find out what happened to your kin, Cu said in return. Let us away then, he added, walking away from the magic-laden stale air with the bird and death godgoddess in tow. Might need to get a boat though. It's quite a distance, and unlike that one lad they were talkin' about in Israel, I can't walk on the water, he remarked. He hoisted himself onto the towering pale horse, sliding up the leather saddle to give Anubis the means to mount up behind him.
Thread: Again They Shall Rise [Karameida x MellowYellow]

What, the travel isn't your favourite part of the quest? he joked in return. In all honesty he was used to the prolonged travels brought by his heroic quests, and at this point he had travelled all four provinces to such an extent that length of time stopped seeming to matter. Yet he could see a matter such as this calling forth an excess of haste for the two. There's a village not too far. Pretty sure it's partway owned by fuckin' Normans, but they'll have supplies all the same. And no doubt she would stick out like a sore thumb in any village, just as he would as soon as they left this country. He supposed it was to be expected, other cultures didn't like to mix with each other. Though Cu could tell that this wasn't the only concern weighing heavily on Anubis' mind. She had lost her... 'family'? Cu couldn't quite figure the relations most gods had, not after the stories he'd heard from those bum-fondlers in Greece about their divines. They were beyond the standard human concepts of the idea after all... however, there was clearly some link between them and Anubis had lost each and every one of them. It had to be hard, he knew all too well how that felt from his own immortality, but he had no idea how to comfort her. Assuming she even wanted comfort. Gods, again, were just strange beings by his more limited understanding. The horse continued it's canter along until they reached one low-hanging village on a flat patch of earth, cobblestone walls flanking the dirt path leading into the short rows of bungalows topped with straw thatch roofs. A few farms had been set up by the villagers, and at present most of the populace were tending the budding plant matter. I'll do the talkin and make some deals... what're you looking to buy anyway?
Thread: Again They Shall Rise [Karameida x MellowYellow]

Anubis Anubis stared out over the land that she had been summoned to. Over the rolling lush green land of the Celts. It was a far cry from the desert sands of Egypt. Sure, there were beautiful oasis there but it was always surrounded by sweltering heat and shifting sands. This land was beautiful and plentiful, it was calming and instilled a sense of peace and tranquility and of awe into the heart. It was a different world entirely. She pictured the harsh beauty of her homeland and felt sadness well within her breast. Her eyes continued to skim over the terrain they passed through while the silence stretched on farther between them. At the sound of his breaking the silence, Anubis glanced at him. Thats fine. I need some Morjoran, Licorice Root, Hibiscus Sabdariffa, Harmala, Peppermint, Nightshade and some Basaran. She said ticking off the names of the herbs she needed. The peppermint isn't necessary. It's mostly there because the rest of them when burned together don't smell very pleasant. The Peppermint tends to overpower that making it easier to breathe around the stuff. she said. Find what you can in the town, whatever we end up missing I'll get another way. she said pursing her lips. It might not hurt to grab some Chamomile either. she said as an after thought. With nothing else to say she fell silent once more. The gold that adorned her jingled ever so slightly as the horse cantered along. Curious, Anubis studied the small village. She furrowed her brows and looked over the small houses that had been built here. Hmmm the sound was low and soft. She studied the people that were walking around closely and watched as their gaze came to rest on her. Confusion was the general expression she was met with. As if she couldn't be real and they were just hallucinating. It was both amusing and annoying. People murmured to each other and pointed. She narrowed her eyes and the hazel color shifted to gold for a moment before shifting back. She felt incredibly exposed and vulnerable. This was not how a deity should feel surrounded by mortals. It was unbecoming. She had expected stares and comments but expecting something and experiencing it were two very different things. So, where exactly are you originally from, Cu? she asked as she brought her gaze to rest on the back of the immortal hero. If she was going to spend an extended amount of time with him she wanted to learn a little bit about him.