Thread: Conquered Rewards  (DareToDream & Vivid Fizz)

That day was supposed to be a day of celebration. Something had happened that day hundreds of years ago. Something glorious and spectacular that few remembered but all took part in. The nation needed something to relax. Or at least the king did. Ten long years at war. The country grew tired, its ruler grew tired a nice holiday was in order for everyone. Gilloleth danced. Her troupe behind her played lovely music to go with her movements. She was like the flame and reveled in the attention she received. Her long, wavy raven locks billowed behind her as she spun. Everything she did was done with the unbridled passion that burnt inside of her. Normally she was not the kings entertainer but her group had been traveling through and had garnered praise. This was a special treat for the musicians and their beautiful dancer. Yet that had changed. A loud scream from a maid had broken up the festivities. Gilloleth turned around quickly but was being forced out of the throne room by the now frightened crowd. There was panic and discord everywhere. Maids and valets were trying to get everyone out of the castle in a calm manner but they were no match for the loyal subjects blind fear. Many were trampled. Gilloleth was able to hide herself behind a suit of armor. What was happening?! The gorgeous half elf was so confused. Anger burnt inside of her. Who would do such thing?! Time went by and the sounds of the massacre had dwindled. Gingerly she stepped out and looked around. No one was around. Or so she thought. Before she could move an inch she was scooped up by a guard. Put me down! she snarled. She turned into a kicking, snarling beast. Bastard! Of course her fighting did nothing but amuse the guard who dragged her into the throne room. There were other terrified survivors. Including the members of her troupe. Her eyes flashed and she attempted to squirm away again. That only met with being shoved against the wall. Almost as soon as that happened, a nod was given by a large, muscle bound man that she assumed to be the leader. He was sitting on the kings thrown. Upon getting the signal, the soldiers began to kill off everyone one by one. Stop it! she let out shrilly. They have done nothing wrong! The blade, still dripping with blood, was lowered in front of her. Anger and hatred made her eyes flash dangerously. So this man was going to kill her? Let him try. Yet before anything could be done the warlord had raised his hand. She glared at him. The fear went through her. He had planned to make her his consort! She recoiled at his touch. No. She would refuse. Her friends dead all of them She stood and began to stomp off. Though she knew she wasnt going to stay there. Before she could be taken she would develop a way out. Gilloleth was angry and wanted all of those invading bastards dead. She hurried down the hall, flat out running. One of the soldiers managed to catch her though and she was taken to the lords chambers, being bound with rope around her arms. A second length of rope was fastened to her neck and then tied to the bed. Let me out! she snarled and the soldier left, laughing. There was nothing she could do now but wait.