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Thread: Siren's Call (DaxxelxLady Grimoire)

Killian grunted as he was pulled along by the chain wrapped around him. His confidence in his own skills was beginning to waver as he was pulled deeper into the bay, if he didn't act soon it wouldn't matter if he killed the siren his bubble spell would be spent and he would drown anyway. As he was dragged along, Killian tried to think of something he could do but unfortunately any battle spell he could use would be vastly ineffective under water. So siren, that's your big plan? Bed me then leave me to drown? How clever are you, he said patronizingly, a child, no a sea slug could think of a more original plan, he goaded.
Thread: Sins looking for victims, darkness awaits you around the corner

First pair of ideas School girl is dared to go into an abandoned building at night to read old Latin spell book. It ends up working summoning a demon who is intent upon breaking her to be his loyal slave. Kinks that could be included, gangbang, tentacles, beastiality, bondage, humilation Modern or fantasy- A righteous man or woman takes part in a ritual which only the purest and strongest can take part in to prove their worthiness to the seven gods. Upon completion of the seven tests they emerge either broken shells of their former selves or leaders, powerful men and women of the ruling class of the world as protectors blessed by the gods themselves. One character enters this test only to find the horrors that await within as the seven sins of man are tested and the trial runner must try to make his or her way through the unholy tests or break to their demons.
Thread: Sins looking for victims, darkness awaits you around the corner

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Thread: Wild magic and old woods (Noire and Lady Vi)

And who, dear lady, is to say that you are not? the voice was a gentle one, full of muted merriment. The siblings had had ample opportunity to meet a wide variety of elves in their time in the city of Llandysul. Many favored sedate stylings, elven elegance meeting the waistcoats and trousers of man and dwarf by way of wool, cotton, and leather. Others favored more natural alternatives such as spun silk and woven fiber. Crystal, pressed leaves, carved beads, slivers of ribbon, pearl, and stone had all been brought out as accessories to these styles, pairing with scant amount of makeup made from a thousand different herbal recipes to set the attendance alight with radiant color and splendor. None of them, however, quite matched one particular elf in that regard. The elf who spoke was no great presence by himself, standing scarcely taller than Lovise at least as far as she could tell, for he was draped over a nearby high-backed chair and not much broader either. His face was made up with streaks of red paint, but beneath that he was fine-featured and fair-skinned, his glacial eyes standing out in sharp contrast to the crimson of the paint. His hair was the color of spun gold, and it lay in carefully arranged disarray around and across his features, with two sharp ears sticking straight out at an angle. He wore silks of blue, gold, green, and purple -- a swath of colors and fabric that hid a build that could have been anywhere between fit and lanky. Between two fingers dangled a crystal flute of deepest purple, the drink looking far more interesting than the goldenwine of the elven court. Blue eyes glittered as he took her in. You humans do have a way about you that so enlivens this place after all, the elf continued. Pray tell, however. I'm afraid I've never heard the word tits before in your language. What might that mean? he asked. The tone was genial, and he hid his mouth behind the rim of his glass as he took a sip, making it nigh impossible to gauge his seriousness.
Thread: Wild magic and old woods (Noire and Lady Vi)

Lovise turned to the speaker and took a long moment examining his face. She had been introduced to a great many elves tonight and could not decide if they had met yet. She wracked her memory while taking a small sip of her wine. No... They hadn't been introduced. She was certain that she'd remember the colors of his outfit or the paint on his face... Or the glitter in his eyes. Gods below but he looked far more personable than most other attendees. Ah, well, it's not a proper word, really. She chuckled and stepped closer so that they were a more appropriate distance. They wouldn't be easily overheard, but she still hesitated. Dualym needed help from the elves and offending them would not help his case. This quest was already taking weeks longer than expected and, though the dark-eyed woman didn't mind terribly, she was beginning to long for it's reward. Still... He couldn't be too terribly important if they hadn't met yet. Right? It's a slang term that's not really something you use in polite company. I should probably apologize for letting you hear it. She brought the wineglass to her lips with an unrepentant smile and drained half the glass in a single swallow. Tits are, y'know, breasts. Bosoms. Kinda vulgar way to say it, I guess. Was he teasing her? The thought crossed Lovise's mind only after she had spoken. Oh well. He had asked, after all. I'm Lovise, though I would wager that you knew that already. Who are you? She took a half step closer and shifted as if she were going to lean on the next chair over. The motion was halted abruptly when her borrowed gown pulled taut over her chest. Standing upright seemed like her only option. I'm fair certain that we haven't been introduced I'd remember you, I think. Her eyes moved over his face languidly, but she seemed unabashedly fascinated with his hair. The color was unique and practically begged to be touched. Was it was soft as it looked, or was elven hair coarse like tiny metal wires?
Thread: Wild magic and old woods (Noire and Lady Vi)

How delightful, that you should have so many terms for something so simple, the elf said. Your language always did fascinate me. He seemed almost a native speaker himself, save for a peculiarity or two. His short As always seemed too long, and he seemed somehow able to drop one too many Ls into any given word, the only things that betrayed a voice that already seemed so used to the human tongue. But do not apologize -- you'd be so dreadfully dull if you didn't scandalize at least one or two lords or ladies of this curse. You may not wish to wager with me, Lady Lovise. You know me not, and know not what I know not. He paused a moment after the circuitous response, his eyes drawn for a brief moment -- a brief, entirely obvious moment -- to her chest as the silk briefly outlined her... assets. You've already lost this wager, in any case, and I eagerly await my reward. I've not the faintest who you are! the elf said with a brilliant and slightly cavalier smile. He twisted in his seat, pulling the chair out for her with a sweep of his hand. My name is Taliesin. I am but a singer of this court -- I heard from my dearest friends and teachers that we might have guests from beyond our city. I was dreadfully curious. Here, come -- take a seat and treat with me. I'm certain you've boundless tales with which to enchant, he said, transitioning his crystal flute from one hand to the other, taking a sip from the deep purple intoxicant.
Thread: Wild magic and old woods (Noire and Lady Vi)

Ha! We never agreed on a reward. She laughed brightly and took a seat. Her movements were a bit awkward, particularly in comparison to the fine elves of the court. She seemed eager for a friendly conversation, grinning as she sipped her wine. His accent was... Fun. Lovise had heard her fair share of accents in her travels, but his was unique in it's delicacy. She had no trouble understanding him even with the exotic lilt to his voice. I suppose your reward is my name then. Though getting yours makes it less a reward and more of a trade. She very nearly asked him to name another 'reward'. Earthy, vulgar humor was second nature to the warrior woman and it took a conscious effort to refrain. Too often her suggestive jokes had been taken for flirting though they often were flirtatious and gotten her into trouble. Taliesin was good-looking and seemed clever, and he clearly approved of her body. He was a prime target for her... 'Habit', as Liam called her pattern of getting them chased from towns. The dark-haired woman sighed inwardly. Liam would strangle her if she got into trouble here as well. I'm not sure what sort of stories you're hoping for. I'm only a caravan guard, after all. My life is not nearly so grand as you're imagining, I can promise. Her glass was empty as she took the last swallow. Mild disappointment flickered over her features. I'm sure you've seen far more wondrous things than I have. Most of my time is spent following the horses and digging latrines.
Thread: Wild magic and old woods (Noire and Lady Vi)

Didn't we? A shame, Taliesin said with a theatrical sigh, brushing his white-gold hair from his eyes as he shifted in his seat, regarding the human woman... not quite warmly as such. His smile seemed genuine, as did the sparkle in his blue-green eyes. But it almost seemed more amusement than anything. I am but certain that you have seen more wondrous sights than you believe -- you've been far beyond these woods, and yet I have scarce left these elven glades. I am a singer, Lady Lovise -- these are my halls. Meanwhile, you seem a capable sort -- deft hands, more used to handling swords than crystal flutes, Taliesin said, brushing the tips of his long fingers across the back of her hand. He grasped her gently, pulling her hand up so that he might replace her empty glass with the glass of dark liquid he had been drinking. Here -- take from this. It is better than that which they serve in these halls. My own blend, Taliesin said with a wink. He brushed a swath of cloth aside on his hip, revealing the side of a leather flask, a wineskin that seemed heavy upon his hip. The wine itself smelled more like flowers than alcohol... but it seemed potent, whatever it was. Not as an alcohol, perhaps, but almost as if it was one of the more pleasant sorts of drugs.
Thread: Wild magic and old woods (Noire and Lady Vi)

I'm no Lady. She quipped as she took the glass and took a sniff. The floral notes were surprisingly strong for such a dark-colored liquor and she didn't detect any real alcohol smell. Tentatively, she took a sip. It tasted the way it smelled, but somehow richer. The flavor lingered on her tongue like a midnight kiss and spread peculiar warmth down her throat. Hmm, thank you. What is it? The tip of her tongue teased over her lips, taking the last drops into her mouth while she struggled to place the flavors. Another sip might help? She took a deeper swallow but had no more luck. The warm feeling spread rapidly through her chest and reminded her of... Have you heard of the midwinter celebrations in Alogit? They spend all year brewing great barrels of honey wine and every house has their own recipe with flowers and fruit and herbs. When it freezes the house-mother weaves a basket to scoop out the ice every morning, then they taste the left overs at midwinter and judge who's is best. This reminds me of something I tasted in Halfjord. Her dark eyes lingered for a moment on the glass before looking back at him. Lovise met his eyes for quite a long moment before she glanced over at her brother across the room. He wasn't paying much attention to her, thankfully. This isn't just wine, is it? Before he could answer, she made eye contact one more time and took a long swallow from the glass.
Thread: Wild magic and old woods (Noire and Lady Vi)

You are not? Yet you acquit yourself with all of their trappings, Taliesin said with a sweep of one hand, gesturing from her freshwater pearls all the way down to the tip of her feet. I'd be rather distressed in either event to find you more a gentleman than a lady, he quipped, watching with some interest as she sipped of the wine he had given her. Nightwine, Taliesin provided with a gesture at the glass. A formidable concoction of our finest singers. If I may-- He took her empty glass and poured from his flask into the delicate crystal flute, sipping from it in turn. I haven't! Something I do so appreciate about some humans. They seem capable of remarkable patience, letting half of their years slip away in the pursuit of a finer drink. But Halfjord does, in fact, ring a bell for me. Did you not have it mentioned to you earlier? His gaze met her in turn, and flicked over his shoulder when she cast her gaze far afield in search of her brother. So found, Taliesin nodded -- he had thought so. He turned back to her just in time to see her take the rest of the glass in one fell swoop, an act that saw a moment's concern flutter across his expression. ... I am afraid it is not. Extract of... a-ha, what would it be... As he spoke, he seemed to... swim a little bit in front of her eyes. The world took on a lurid haze by degrees, colors seeming ever-so-slightly more vivid, the sensation of touch, of smell, of sight all becoming sharper, brighter... but also hazier in a way, the mesh and throng of stimuli working together to craft a world of eerie and brilliant sensation. Extract of Nightvine, Taliesin seemed to sing. Harvested from a plant one thousand moons in the making.
Thread: Wild magic and old woods (Noire and Lady Vi)

Lovise was very still while the nightwine took hold. The warmth in her chest seemed to bleed outwards until the world itself lost it's edges. She felt as if she were being cradled in invisible feathers, floating on the petals of a rose. The silk of her gown was erotically tender on her skin and when she moved it slid over her thighs distractingly. The wine was clearly NOT just wine, as she had suspected. Lovise licked her lips slowly, savoring the texture of her mouth. Her hand raised of it's own accord and she touched her lips and cheek. Had her skin always been so soft? Her hands did not look quite right. Were they new? No... what a silly thought! Clearly, whatever drug she'd just taken was messing with her sense of reality and the guard had plenty of experience with such events. Liam was just scolding me. In Halfjord I attended midwinter. He was there too, but I drank more than he did. She placed her hand palm-down on the table and marveled at the texture of the wood. So smooth! I danced. A lot. Naked. Only some of the tribes thought it was improper, but Liam was embarrassed. It's not usually something a woman is allowed to do, and I am certainly a woman. She couldn't help but grin. That night had been fun, at least what she remembered of it. The night seemed more vivid as she told Taliesin about it though the details were still blurred, the emotion seemed immediate. Perhaps it was the effect of the liquor or the musical cant to his voice. Lord and Lady, was he singing? She couldn't decide if he was or not, but the tone of his voice teased the inside of her skull the way a lover would caress her lower back. It was very distracting. I'm no noble lady. None of this is mine. I don't think I've ever worn silk before tonight. She heard her voice saying. Had she thought the words at all? I like it, but I like my leathers too. Leather covers more. If I wanted a dress this transparent I wouldn't wear anything at all.
Thread: Wild magic and old woods (Noire and Lady Vi)

There seemed to be a glimmer to Taliesin's eyes, a sparkling -- but that could have just been the way they caught the will-o-wisps they used to light the banquet hall, catching his eyes like sunlight through meltwater. Had she looked in a mirror, she might have seen in herself the same -- he had drank for for longer than she. You danced, hm? I'm afraid I'm not familiar with your human dances! Perhaps for the favors your band comes to request of us, we should require a demonstration of your skills! Taliesin said. Perhaps you and your brother? I'd ask it if the dwarves, but I fear they would be less entertaining. The wood was a smooth grain, but far smoother still was the touch of Taliesin's hand upon the back of her own. His other fell to her back as he stood, his motion gentle but firm to bring her with him to her feet. Though you may regard yourself ignoble, it certainly does look fetching upon you. We've quite mastered the art of spinning gossamer into something so much greater than its origin, Taliesin said. Come, come. I admit, I had not expected you to take so deeply of my cup! Perhaps we could step out into the evening chill, it may do you some measure of good, Taliesin said. He was perhaps not as strong as the warrior woman, his hands given more to artistry than to skill with a heavy steel blade, but his gait and his hand were insistent, sweeping her away from the table and away from the watchful gaze of her brother. Besides, Taliesin said, his voice the whisper of a song through the trees, his breath brushing against her neck. As much as I'd love to see your dance, I'd hardly wish for your brother to harp upon you the moment you started having fun.
Thread: Wild magic and old woods (Noire and Lady Vi)

She found herself standing before she had even registered his touch. Gods but he was warm! Or was that her own heat that she felt in his hand? Liam would be furious at her for wandering off, but Lovise was still swimming blissfully in the elfish wine. She simply couldn't care less. The singer was flattering her as he led her away and she wondered very briefly if she should be concerned. Her hand turned under his until they were palm-to-palm and their fingers entwined. Lovise could feel his heartbeat and the joints and tendons that moved under the skin. Delicate, almost fragile! She could break him easily, even drunk, should she need to. It wasn't a... Planned dance. Or even something for two people. The woman's voice was soft as she leaned into his guiding arm. He had been whispering, did that mean that she should as well? It seemed a smart choice. You should ask the dwarves to dance, they're very good at it. They stepped out into the night and the breeze nearly took her breath away. The wind slid over her and through her dress, caressing every inch that Taliesin was not touching. She gripped his hand tightly as a shiver raced up her spine. Oh... She took deep breaths and allowed the night air to clear her mind somewhat. I guess I did drink too much. Again. Hmph, Liam would love to have something new to taunt me with. I think it's his favorite hobby. Do you have siblings?
Thread: Wild magic and old woods (Noire and Lady Vi)

I've no doubt it was spectacular all the same, Taliesin said. Though I do wonder how well these dwarves dance. They seem so sturdy and so full of cheer, Taliesin said. It would almost be unfair to the rest of us for them to be graceful as well. It was... impossible to tell whether or not Taliesin was being sarcastic, his tone as measured and even and as lovely as it had been when he had started speaking with her. He gripped her hand in turn as they made their way out into the night chill -- it was enough to rock through him as well, icy tendrils of winter reaching back through the autumn night to remind them of its coming. He stepped closer to her, his hand slipping out of hers to instead find itself on her lower back, pressing himself close to her hip so as to sequester some warmth between their bodies. I've a younger brother with the king's guard, Taliesin said. We do not speak much of it, I'm afraid our relation is of great embarrassment to us both. I've no great skill with the sword, and he hasn't the slightest idea of what to do with his tongue, poor thing. He cast a sidelong glance at Lovise as he led her along the balcony that spread around the entire edge of the palace. The flooring was smooth and perfectly level, the railing made of braided wood -- wood that twisted upon itself like a rope, running in a continuous loop. It had not been carved, comprising two entirely different types of lumber. In short, an impossibility without magic. The city spread out far before them, will-o-wisps dancing in the trees and along the streets, infusing the city with a deep sense of secrecy and sorcery, lighting the city in rebellion against pervasive twilight. What did bring you and your brother here to our city, Lady Lovise? Taliesin asked, settling one hand on the edge of the balcony as the other kept to her hip.
Thread: Wild magic and old woods (Noire and Lady Vi)

Lovise stood silently beside him, taking in the serene view of the city. The euphoric effects of the wine were dulled a bit by the chill and she felt a tiny smidge disappointed. Planned or not, it had been quite the sensation! Looking to the city, however, she felt the disappointment fading into awe. Stars. The elves had captured stars to light their town. A soft sigh of wonder passed from her lips. Never in all her wandering had the human woman seen anything quite so elegant. Hell, the Lord's Hall back home looked damned gaudy now! The heat from his body passed through her silk gown and spread across her skin like oil on water from every place their bodies met. It was far from unpleasant. The small woman leaned into him without fully intending to, soaking in his warmth. What did bring you and your brother here to our city, Lady Lovise? His question pulled her back into the moment. Hmm? A map, actually. Glourim bought some old map that leads to a hoard or something in Hrogh Logthwian. She leaned on the railing, breaking contact as she stared out at the lights her arms rested on the wood and strained her poor dress even further. Surprisingly, the brutish human pronounced the name of the dwarven city with ease. Likely by virtue of her traveling companions. There's an incantation on the lock, and whoever made the map wrote the instructions in old elvish, so we came here. He said that his grand-dad did some favors for your king or whatever. Anyway, Liam an' I have been muscle for Glourim's caravans before, so he offered us this job. I'm not sure there'll be any gold at the end, but it sure beats escorting a tax-collector through slums.
Thread: Wild magic and old woods (Noire and Lady Vi)

It was a warmth that Taliesin likewise found himself enjoying, allowing her to lean fully against him, his hand falling across her opposite hip as they stared out over the faerie fire, fleeting and iridescent as they were. His hand brushed across her, feeling the curve of warm and lovely flesh beneath the dress. A map, hm? Taliesin asked, turning his hip against the railing as she broke contact with him. His eyes slipped downward, watching as the lights -- faint as they were from such a distance -- reflected themselves off of the woman's dark eyes, and brought out the undertones in her skin. In an elf like him, there was naught but silver to be found that way. On humans, there were so many tones of gold and amber and bronze to be found, setting her in stark relief to the fine-featured sylvan man. Truly? That does seem like it would be quite the find. Hrogh Logthwian... aha, that name does ring a bell. Though to my mind, I might think that there are other treasures than gold to be found there. But I speculate idly, Taliesin said. He reached toward her, his fingers brushing briefly across her jawline, ever-so-slightly tilting her head back and away from the lights that had enraptured her so. I do think that you'll find good fortune in this journey. You're already off to a good beginning, looking so radiant in your silken vestments. Perhaps that is just my impression, though. After all, I've not seen you free of it.