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Thread: Sacrifice (Amaria & Mr. M)

Gil and Greycloak exchanged a look. Gil chuckled softly. Our people are not quite so unified. The noble houses live in peace, and coordinate on many things, but we are not all of the same mind, so someone may have listened and sent someone to investigate. Mr. Darkwood is being modest, Greycloak intoned. That's precisely how we came to be involved. Gill shrugged before ducking under a low branch. There were reports of strange happenings, farmers finding unidentifiable remains, possible heedrin involvement... and we weren't doing anything at the time, so Father asked me to look into it. Greycloak leaned in toward Merna conspiratorially. Lord Darkwood both does not like the unexplained and does not like any of his sons or daughters to be idle, even as far down the line of succession as Gil is. Well, he's going to like this news even less, Gil muttered darkly.
Thread: Sacrifice (Amaria & Mr. M)

I shouldn't think he would be pleased in the least. I care none for the unexplained either. Merna was growing weary, and her thoughts were becoming scattered. Both her and Jayden were nearing two days with no sleep, but the drain of the dead was taking its toll. Her pace slowed and Jayden could tell. He perched in a tree just ahead of them and called down as they approached. The village is not far now Merna. There is a farm just as the trees clear and the town beyond that. He had scouted ahead. Jayden hated the thought of entering a human village but knew it was for the best, at least for now. But even for a human village the guard is heavy for a simple night watch.
Thread: Sacrifice (Amaria & Mr. M)

Jayden was right as they crouched in the shadows of the treeline, there were an awful lot of men and women in armor milling about. Definitely trouble, breathed Ham. Gil patted him on the shoulder in agreement. Well, we need to find out what. We need to send in a scout. I'll put on a disguise, and ... Begging your pardon, sir, Greycloak interrupted, but you're too well-known. So am I, for that matter. If this has anything to do with the cult business, we might be recognized. Well, what do you recommend? Greycloak tapped another man on the shoulder. Rudy, how's your Hillside accent? Woodshadow responded with a cadenced spout of mumbled gibberish that seemed to have only a tangental relationship to the language they all spoke, but the men all nodded. All right, we disguise Rudolph. Let's get to it. They stripped off his armor and changed some clothes around, making him look poor and long-traveled. Greycloak applied some mud and some careful smudges from a small jar of pigment he carried in a belt pouch, and suddenly Woodshadow appeared decades older when he stooped and leaned on the staff of wood they found for him. They hunkered down again as Gil laid out the plan. Rudolph goes in as a traveler, to stop at the tavern for a bite before traveling on. It seems to be the only lit building in the village, from what I can see, at least. Al, you should take his armor and weapons and meet him on the other side of town when he's through. Ham, you pace Rudolph as best you can from the forest, try and make sure he makes it through if he runs into trouble, we're going to want to know. We'll meet up again in the hayloft of the barn over there. All right? The three soldiers all looked over at Greycloak, who looked back at them calmly, then grew confused, and then slightly alarmed. What? What is it? Well, Greentree murmured, we were expecting a quip. Or a joke. Something to break the stress, added Riverstone. It's... not that stressful, said Greycloak, shaking his head. The men looked disappointed as they got up to embark on their missions. But he always makes a quip... Riverstone could be heard to mutter as they filtered into the forest. Greycloak sighed heavily, and then called out in a stage-whisper behind them. Hey! May the gods be with you! So if you have to run, trip one, and let them get caught instead! That appeared to make the men happy, and Greycloak just shook his head again. I'm really going to have to re-think my approach... They made it to the hayloft shortly, the sleepy sheep in the barn beneath barely murmuring at their intrusion. While Greycloak listened and kept an eye on the farmhouse through a cracked slat, Gil sat with the heedrin and spoke quietly. So, you said there was more we needed to discuss...
Thread: Sacrifice (Amaria & Mr. M)

I'll take my leave, Jayden scaled a ladder. I have no desire to hear this again. I'll have nightmares for sure. He climbed out the loft window onto the roof. He doesn't like closed spaces. Merna removed her cloak, draped it on a table against a wall and sat on it, with her legs neatly folded and crossed at the ankles. She sighed and bowed her head as if praying for the right words. Sacrificing heedrins for immortality is not the only atrocity. There should be.. How do I put this? She hesitated. In the books I have been able to get my hands on there is talk of a stone. The Bluestone is described to be about the size of a small table, smooth and flat like an altar, but with rounded edges. No record of where it came from or what its full purpose is. She looked at him to see if mentioning the Bluestone was significant to him. He didn't say anything right away so she went on. The stone was said to be hidden away some where because it could not be destroyed. All the details about its power are in a book that was supposed to have been destroyed. Obviously it hasn't and obviously the one who has the book now does not know how to read ancient heedrin texts very well, there are very few heedrin that can. Either that or they are more demented than I thought, because the rest of this horrid tale is the most frightning. When the stone has received the required amount of blood he will awaken. She leaned her head back against the wall. What will awake I don't know but I can't imagine it could be anything good. And that is all I know Mr. Darkwood. That is the part where I lost the Elders attention. If I could get my hands on that book I could tell you and the Elders more, but for now that's all I have. You too could say I am crazy but you must admit, what we've seen so far is just too close to be a fable. She leaned forward and let her legs dangle from the table. Maybe I am just a crazy scholar.
Thread: Sacrifice (Amaria & Mr. M)

Gil sat on the hay next to the threshing table the farmer had stored up in the loft. He smiled gently. Well, you might be crazy, but not for that reason. My cousin, the man who orchestrated our betrayal, he mentioned a bluestone. I have no reason to doubt any of what you say, and it would be entirely in keeping with what I know of ancient books and magical promises. They're never what they seem. He sighed. As soon as we can get word out, warn the people we can? We can see about that book. We'll need to gather forces, and we'll definitely need to rest, I'm afraid. We already rode through last night to track the ceremony site here, so we're coming into our third day with no sleep. It strikes me that if the bluestone is so comparatively small, they can move it about, perform their sacrifices in other places. This would make it difficult to track. We'll put someone on it when they get back they don't have to get close, they just have to follow the stone, if it's moved, and let us know where it goes. Shouldn't be a problem. Where the stone is, the book won't be far behind.
Thread: Sacrifice (Amaria & Mr. M)

Aye, rest sounds lovely and you have us beat. It's only our second day without sleep, but hunting using only soulsight tends to drain the strength much faster. she pulled her knees to her chest, wrapping the ends of the cloak around her. That stone was near...I could feel it, even Jayden felt it. After today's events I'm sure they have moved it. She studied him, the limited light made it difficult but she watched with more than her eyes. You're a unique man Mr. Darkwood. she would of added more but she left her sentence at that. Jayden hung his head in the window Is it safe to enter now? All done discussing the many uses of dead heedrin? Yes we're finished with that now I'm explaining the virility ceremony of common males wishing to wed a heedrin of high rank. Nice Merna. But I wouldn't have worry of such things if you will just give me your house name. he scaled down and took a spot next to Merna on the table. Not likely. And be responsible for you? The thought itself is tiresome. Your father would be shamed, you dropping his name just to skip ceremony. her voice was laced with sarcasm, it was a discussion they had often, usually ending in Jayden upset for hours. This time they were interrupted. Your men approach. Merna announced jumping down from the table.
Thread: Sacrifice (Amaria & Mr. M)

Merna folded her hands across her chest. She was agitated and did not like the recent turn of events. Jayden moved from the table and stood beside her. You can't possibly be considering it, Merna! Let me think , Jayden. her voice was low and firm, but Jayden continued. Personally escorting the man, the human, soon to be known for the mass slaughter of heedrins, that will really impress the Elders. Accused of slaughter,not known, there is a difference. And what choice do we have, Jayden? We can't do it alone, and if it means going back to the Elders, so be it, but I don't think that will be necessary. she turned and smiled at Jayden. We shall pay a visit to Adale Hold, the high house of Lake Elyroth, we may be able to get what we need there. But why... You know very well why. She turned to Gil and Tom to explain, ignoring Jayden's pouting.Adale Hold is Jayden's family. Since his village is one that is close to a human village, feelings toward humans are not as...hard. At least for some, heedrins. They have some interaction but mostly through hunters. The other village I checked further south was also within a days travel of a human settlement. he sighed. Hold Elder, Venrick, Jayden's father, is waiting for news of his daughter. If we go there he may be willing to aide us in some way. He was not pleased with the Elder's decision. And it will be easy for humans to enter a village, if you have the personal invite of the Hold Elder's son. she looked at Jayden, and waited for a response. There's no other way is there? he asked. Merna shook her head, no. You could always.... And you know that would not look good for you. He sighed and faced the two men. With a sweeping gesture of his right hand and a deep bow, he spoke, I, Jayden Adale first born of Venrick, Hold Elder of Lake Elyroth do invite you Gilgamesh Darkwood and Tommarika Greycloak as my gracious guests into House Adale. What say ye?
Thread: Sacrifice (Amaria & Mr. M)

Gil and Greycloak both stood and drew themselves to their full height. Almost in unison, they bowed, deeply. Jayden Adale, we both would be honored to be your guests, and humbly accept your gracious offer of hospitality, Gil said solemnly as they rose. He loosened up and looked to his men. We should depart now. It's still full-dark, but we'd best be gone before the farmer gets up with the dawn. And gentlemen, Greycloak said as everybody gathered themselves up to leave, If any of you get yourselves killed, I'll be docking you a full week's pay! He held up a cautionary finger. I know your drinking habits, and none of you can afford that. So be careful out there. The men left in stages, first Greentree and Riverstone, scuttling into the woods to the north, then a short while later, Woodshadow, skulking off to circle around the village and regain the road, heading for Darkwood territory. Then it was just Gil and Greycloak and the two heedrin, waiting a few minutes to be certain nobody had raised an alarm about the others, then dashing for the cover of the trees, and striking out for Adale Hold. This isn't the first time we've been hunted, Greycloak commented as they trekked through the woods. But it never ceases to be tiresome. We mustn't complain about things we cannot change, old friend, Gil mused as he hiked, lest we be thought of as difficult. Oh, I know I'm difficult, sir. And complaining is a soldier's right. It's just being able to do anything about it that we're not allowed to do.
Thread: Sacrifice (Amaria & Mr. M)

Jayden and Merna led as the men followed closly behind. After they had been hiking for a short time, Merna waited back allowing Gil to come abreast. Mounts, gentlemen, we need to move quickly, all this traipsing about is quiet tiresome even for forest monkeys. We left ours not more than an hour form here. We've only two but more can be managed for you two, that is, if you are able to ride bareback. And drain yourself even more? I guess I'll find a way to tie you to your horse when you pass out. Don't exaggerate, I will be fine. In any case, Rael will not let me fall and you know it. You know how long it takes to summon a wild horse, we can't stay still for that long. No need, I have already called to two and they are willing to bare the humans. They will be waiting with our horses. Things will move much faster this way, Jayden. she turned back to Gil and added, Plus, entering Adale Hold riding wild horses will make a good impression on Venrick. It is rare for one to allow a human to ride.
Thread: Sacrifice (Amaria & Mr. M)

Gil and Greycloak both stared at the heedrin. It was Greycloak who finally answered. Yes, we can both ride. Mr. Darkwood is an excellent rider. And Mr. Greycloak veritably grew up on horseback. If you have mounts for us, we will be able to keep up. Gil was honored that they had arranged for wild horses for them the heedrin ability to, well, not tame but befriend and ride the lean and strong wild forest horses was one of the more famous and useful abilities the heedrin had, and Gil had long wished he could ride one of the magnificent beasts it seemed now he'd have the chance.
Thread: Sacrifice (Amaria & Mr. M)

Merna held up her right hand and came to a halt. Jayden and the men did likewise. Jayden stood close beside her and started to whisper but she put a hand gently on his mouth and pointed ahead of them. The trees were thinner here and small ferns and vines grew between them. All about them the woods seems softer more delicate. First light was beginning to break through the leaves casting an surreal glow on the forest floor. Without turning Merna whispered to Gil. They are very eager to meet you. No matter what happens stand very still and let her greet you. When she wants you to mount you will know. she nodded to Gil and Tom in turn, making sure they understood. Two horses trotted into their view, followed quickly by another pair. The dim light made it difficult to see the color but the strength and firm build of the horses was evident. A gray one approached Merna boldly, snorting her greetings and nudging her shoulder playfully. Good morning Rael, its good to see you too. A brown horse with a black mane stood in front of Jayden as he gently rubbed his sides, whispering soft words to him. This is Hern, he has accompanied me since my youth, he does not belong to me, I belong to him. When I set off into the woods he is sure to find me, as it is with most heedrin. The horse you will ride, Gil, is called Bryn. Bryn was a black horse that found it difficult to stay still until he heard his name. He dipped his head in what could be considered a bow and waited for Gil to mount. You have been chosen by a wild horse, consider it an honor. I have heard of it, but you two are the first I have seen with my own eyes. Merna smiled already mounted on her horse and waiting for the others to do the same. Yours is called Ressa, Tom. Ride her with honor, she is the equivalent of a princess among the wild horses. Be true to her, she has chosen you so other horses will try to claim you to get closer to her.
Thread: Sacrifice (Amaria & Mr. M)

The men gazed at the magnificent animals with wide eyes. They each stepped forward toward their chosen mounts or toward the mounts that had chosen them, depending on the perspective. Gil raised a hand and gently touched Bryn's nose, feeling the whuff of the stallion's breath as he looked into his dark, alert eyes. Thank you, Bryn. I could not imagine a finer mount. I'm honored. He moved beside the horse a little hesitantly, more in awe than in fear, and as the black-coated beast stood unusually still, he took that as a sign. Taking gentle hold of Bryn's mane, he jumped and swung a leg over, managing to mount the horse without seeming too ungainly, albeit at the sacrifice of seeming graceful. Bryn shuffled a bit, and Gil patted his neck, making reassuring noises. Wild horses were frequently more intelligent than domesticated breeds the few that were caught for breeding purposes always turned out the smartest foals. But Gil wasn't sure how much language they understood, so he just made soothing sounds and hoped his message got through. Greycloak, on the other hand, was stroking Ressa's neck and scratching gently at her chest, marveling at her grace and equine beauty. A princess, are you? You certainly look it. It's my luck that the first noblewoman to take an interest in me is from another species. He chuckled gently as he moved to the side of her. I hope your suitors don't try to claim me in a literal sense, your highness we had a farmhand once who... well, that's not a story for polite company. But suffice to say, if there are any challenges, we'll deal with that as we come to it. He sprang nimbly onto her back like a boy half his age. Before they rode into the forest, he leaned forward over her mane and murmured into her twitching ears, it's a privilege to be your passenger, ma'am.
Thread: Mommy I Have A Problem

we are a happy family..mom stays at home while dad worksall the time..mom wants to do something as a family so i suggest a camping trip..the day before the camping trip dad says he cant go because of work..my heart was broken..mom decides to take me camping anyway..she says it would be good for us to bond and she needed some time away from dad..i think mom is really mad at dad this time..we arrive at the lake and set up camp..mom says we can go swimming..so i run to the lake and strip down to my boxers..i jump into the lake..the water is cold but i dont care..i look up and see mom walking to the lake..she is wearing a very skimpy bikini..ive never seen mom like this before and i can feel something churning inside myself..mom wades around the edge of the lake and gets in the water only up to her neck..as she rises from the water i see her huge nipples starining at her small top..before i even realize whats happening my cock is at full attention..since this has never happened before i have no idea its even swollen like it is..i swim back to shore and get out of the lake..running up to the camp to get a towel..i slip off my boxers and then i see it..thinking the worst as i see my swollen member i wrap a towel around myself and walk back to the lake..mom is drying hersef off now,and i watch her caress her curves with the towel..when she stops i walk up to her..mom??i have a problem..is it suppose to swell like this??? now if this story appeals to you feel free to pic it up where i left off..i will not be on this site however so join me at !-- e --a hrefmailtomortimus81yahoo.commortimus81yahoo.coma!-- e --
Thread: We Own You Now Boy! (Devils_girl&FireNymph)

Misaki looked down at the floor, his slim muscular frame shaking in fear. His hands bound by chains that connected to he cold stone wall in which he was forced against. The man who had owned him before was stood talking to two men, he could not hear what they were saying but the knew it couldn't be good. The man who owned him currently had never used him for sex, he had more or less used him as a punching bag and a slave. He was to fetch and carry things, if the slightest thing was wrong his master unleashed his fury. Misaki didn't even know of the word sexual abuse but he would soon when given to his two new masters. His green eyes looked upwards to see his master and the men. Both very handsome unlike his master but there was something about them that struck fear into his heart. He was scared of them. His brown hair hugged the nape of his neck, his floppy brown fringe dangling into one eye. The past few months for him had been hell. His clothes were torn to shreds, the only thing keeping his modesty was a pair of ripped and tattered shorts. The rest of his body on full display to anyone and everyone who saw him. His face sported a large bruise on his left cheek and his chest was also covered in a few cuts and welts from the use of a whip. He only hoped the beatings didn't go on for much longer. He's a good slave. Never been taken sexually, still has his anal cherry. He was only used here as a bunching bag so you are willing to take him from my hands. I am partial to women as sexual slaves, I only took Misaki as he is quiet femanine for a man. The old man sneered as he spoke to the two young gentlemen who had become interested in his femanine male slave. At least he would be payed for the man being taken from his hands, he was of no use to him since he favoured slim brunette women. Misaki being slim but slightly muscular and having brunette hair aswell as a femanine face seemed to fit his bill for a man but he found no use for him what so ever over than nothing more than a servant. I am willing to hand him over for two hundred gold coins.
Thread: Wielding  (Raziel99 and Oreo)

One of the few reasons I let you have some control over your mind is because you work those blades so elegantly, boy. Syn said in a rather teasing voice in Alexander's mind. Ten of the possessors were dead from his skills, the last one wasn't even a challenge thanks to some help from Syn. That rush of speed made everything easy. He still remembered the look on his allies' faces when the one cleave cut seemed to do nothing, then the man's upper half simply slid off to the side, the essence floating through the air to join with his own. He could feel the new power rushing through him to Syn, could feel her gaining power, but that didn't matter too much to him. He didn't care what side most of those he had killed were on if they attacked or challenged him, they were utterly defeated at his hands. Though, he was fair about it He only used his blades because that man was trying to blow his head off with a shotgun. They were a memento from his family, a gift from their visit to Japan before the ordeal came over and killed them. That was part of his bitterness that made him kill those that challenged him. There's another nearby. Syn said to him, and he picked his head up to see the GT pass by him, speeding down the road. Think we can catch up, Syn? Yes. It was a burst of speed, momentarily but more than enough, that had him catch the car, jumping higher than a normal human could, then landing completely silent on the roof. This car would take him to wherever he had to be. Syn knew more than he did, since she was one that could feel the energy of the possessors.