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Thread: The Rise of Arx Bellum (LangschwertxWingshadow)

As you wish then, Lady Seer. Know then, as you listen to what is about to happen, that I gave you the chance to prevent it. He said, his head bowing just a bit in mocking salute. From his side, a short, single bladed knife was drawn, and the front of her robe grasped. First her belt was cut, opening the front of the robe, before he stepped behind her. Carefully, he worked the dull back edge of the knife beneath the robe, using the razor edge to open up the sleeves of her robe, absurdly glad that he had remembered to bind her on bare skin instead of binding her through the robe. Once the sleeves were open, he grasped the back of the robe sharply and tugged it away, tossing it to the floor as he started to work on any remaining covering she might possess. He allowed her only to wear her shoes, knowing that there would be rough terrain as they left the city. He then set about binding her further. Ankle to ankle, with perhaps a two foot length of slack between them. Enough for her to walk with a shortened stride, but never able to kick or run. The last binding that was placed on her was a lead rope, tied around her waist and his with a six foot slack, so that she could not slip away in the confusion. He intended to see this young woman his, no matter what the cost. His men hooted amusedly as she was stripped, but soon enough fell to their more common ways and began stripping the house. While she was being bound, they were breaking into likely chests, searching for gold, silver, and other valuable trinkets. Her house got a more thorough going over than most, because of her status as a seer and the obvious wealth that went along with it, but it was over soon enough. In little over ten minutes, they were leaving the house with her trussed up like a slave for market, unable to cover herself or preserve the least scrap of modesty with her hands bound as they were. The treasures of her house were laden on the wagon, filling it the remainder of the way, and he spoke to the men under his command after a few moments of surveying the wagon. Well, boys, I think it is about time we leave and head back to camp....we've had our share, eh? He said with a grin, even as he turned toward her. You have been given the freedom to walk for yourself, and I heartily recommend you use it. Otherwise I will be forced to carry you, and I assure you more will see a struggling wench than a compliant one.
Thread: The Rise of Arx Bellum (LangschwertxWingshadow)

Her lips curved into a sour yet reserved scowl as he stripped her, the sharp edge of his knife making short work of the fine linens that she wore, exposing her alabaster white skin to the men in the room. Under the robe she wore but a simple set of white undergarments, which were likewise cut away to reveal herself to them fully. Her cheeks reddened with shame and discomfort as she felt the cool breeze on her naked skin, the immediate reaction of her body being to attempt to cover herself, to withhold the pleasure of seeing her body from the prying eyes of the unseen men who cheered and applauded. She held her legs close together, although this made it hard for her to walk or move as he finished binding her ankles together like a common slave, with a lead rope to prevent her making a subtle escape or against another man claiming her as a war prize. The taste of disgust and disdain filled her mouth, but she restrained herself as the men ran about the house, breaking open chests and wardrobes, looting her family's possessions without remorse or hesitation. There was little doubt that this was one of the more wealthy households in the city, and as such they had their fill of precious gems, gold ornaments, and fine silk and linen cloth along with any work of art they could pry from the walls or carry away in their hands. They led her away from the house, the cool breeze even more uncomfortable on her skin than it had been in her house, as the man who claimed her spoke to her. I'll walk on my own, she said simply in reply, her head slightly tipped forward in shame for her current state rather than in deference or respect to him. She could hear the sound of violence fading in the distance, along with the creaking of heavily-laden wagons as they made their way through the blood-stained streets. She had never seen destruction on such a wide scale with her own eyes, as she had become blind early on in her life, but she could clearly imagine within her own mind the desolation that lay around her. Doubtless they would soon set light to the wooden rafters of the houses, watching the city from a distance as all that the flames touched turned into ash and smoke. After they had put the men to the sword and carried the women away captive as war prizes, the city would be left empty and bare, devoid of occupants as the raven and the vulture took their pick from the carcasses that lay dead in the streets. Their sufferings had come to and end, whereas hers were only beginning.
Thread: The Rise of Arx Bellum (LangschwertxWingshadow)

Good. He said, with a laugh, as she gave into his desire for her to walk. You'll learn soon enough it's generally better for you to do as I wish, instead of being obstinate. It hurts less in the end, winds up giving you a better life. I'll chain you to a wall in the darkest dungeon if I have to, but your talents mean you're worth more than that to me, also. He turned his attention back to the road, his eyes sweeping over the city. Little bands much like his own swept through the area, some in the colors of the Band of the Black Hand, others in the colors of other regiments. They invaded house after house, repeating ad nauseum what had happened in hers. The only difference, of course, was that not all women were merely stripped. She could no doubt hear the screams of her countrywomen as they walked through the city, as the men had their sport. Most were allowed to leave in small groups under the watchful eye of the men of Arx Bellum, some clothed, some not. His men, at least, had a bit more discipline than that, though there were a few good natured cat calls when it was seen she was tailing him so closely. The smell of smoke was starting to fill the air, from the initial incendiary attack as well as strategic fires set since. The plan for the city of Hartwell, as it had been for all the cities of the Yakima federation, was destruction. There would be no grand conquest, no taking of territory. Not yet, anyway. Eventually settlers would come this way, but for now the changed world needed to know that to strike at Arx Bellum was to quickly invite death. They passed through the newly opened front gates of the city, toward the palisaded camp set up just outside the city. The men of Arx Bellum, as the Romans that inspired them, were orderly men at camp, with the large white tents spread out in lines laid plum straight. Normally, the tents ten feet by twenty held ten men, each on a narrow cot, but the one she was led to was slightly smaller, ten by ten, and contained only his things. Once within, he turned to her, drawing her a few steps closer with the lead rope. Now, you are within my camp. If you run, others will find you, and they shall not be so kind as I. I will remove your bindings on your word that you shall not attempt to flee, harm yourself, or harm others. Do you swear on your powers to this?
Thread: The Rise of Arx Bellum (LangschwertxWingshadow)

His laughter and words resounded in her ears, which she interpreted as a mild warning as to what awaited her if she made things difficult for him. She had no intention of simply rolling over and letting him do as he pleased, but there were more effective ways to express resistance and protest against him. She would simply bide her time, waiting for an opportune moment at which to rebel. He walked alongside him, not close enough to be within arm's reach, but not far enough away so as to give a free license to any passer-by to make a pass at her. However much Michael trusted his men, Cassia certainly did not trust them to contain themselves any more than a common soldier when provided such an opportunity. Her sensitive ears could hear every cry of the townswomen as the conquerors sated themselves with their bodies, unable to block out the empathy she felt toward them. Many of them, doubtless, were widows or left destitute much like herself, without any surviving male family members who were not already fallen under the sword. There was nothing left for them here, only the fading semblance of what once was, and a residual warning to all those who would stand against the might of Arx Bellum. Cassia kept her sight centered around herself, uninterested in looking over the temporary settlement that they had erected outside the city walls. She could hear the sounds of the men as they returned with their wagons piled high with riches and loot, along with the choice women they had taken as their own. She, of course, was not much better off than they, as he led her toward his personal tent. Once inside, Cassia turned her face toward him, There is no purpose for me to flee, for there is no where that I could go to find shelter and sustenance other than what you provide me. Even if, by some stroke of luck, I were to escape your encampment, I would only expose myself to the mercy of the wilderness, to a slow death by exposure or starvation. Likewise, I have no means by which to harm you, myself, or others, or I certainly would have done so by now... If you wish to have my word, then I grant it to you. I hereby swear not to harm you, myself, or anyone else in this encampment, nor do I have any intention of fleeing. She turned her face away from him, However, I have no intention of simply becoming your petty plaything, tool, or slave. My body and abilities are for my own use, not yours. Her body shook slightly, mostly from the cold but also from anxiety of how he would treat her now that he had her within his power to do as he wished. However steeled her resolve might have been, there was little she could do against a man whose strength and power alone was more than sufficient to overcome her, especially since she had no means by which to defend or even cover herself.
Thread: The Rise of Arx Bellum (LangschwertxWingshadow)

His lip quirked upward, ever so slightly, as he heard her proclamation. So, she would not be easily swayed, would she? Those often made the very best servants, once their wills were broken. They fell into their new roles with abandon, dedicating themselves wholly to it, something that was worth the effort of bringing out. Rather than replying right away, he slowly stood, and approached her with a soft rustling of grass underfoot. A dagger was drawn from his belt, the cold steel of the blade resting against her cheek for a moment as he considered her. Slowly, he lifted the blade, pressing the keen point against her breastbone and pressing just hard enough to draw a single drop of blood. Once it welled properly, he tilted the blade back, allowing the blood to run down the fuller of the blade as he spoke. Your oath is recorded in blood. Flee, and with this blood I shall find you. Strike me or another, and with this blood I shall control you. You are bound in blood, bound by honor and bound in body. So mote it be. He murmured, even as he knelt down to carefully slice the bindings on her ankles, tossing them aside. Religion had been hit hard by the change. Traditional Judeo-Christian religions had, after all, only one person to blame the change on. Many fell out of their faith, and together with the emergence of subtle powers like hers, a crude religion similar to pre-change Wicca was quickly coming out on top of the religious cauldron. If the binding had any effect or not, no one knew, but many believed it did. Michael was somewhat more cynical, but was not adverse to using the religions of others to control them. Most of the devout, he knew, would never care to test a blood binding, and with her abilities it might actually do something. The last binding fell away under that razor edge, and only then would he sheath the blade, speaking to her as he did so. Now, so pretty as you are it is cold for you to be walking around in your skin. He turned away, his armor lightly clanking against itself as he knelt to open up a way chest at the base of his cot, pulling out a red tunic. On him, it was a tight fit and terminated just below his waist. On her, it was massive and covered her nearly to her knees because of their size difference. He fitted this around her body, binding it with a loop of the rough cord that had once bound her, before turning away, to an armor tree in one corner of the tent. You were a Seer? I'd imagine you knew we were coming long before we arrived then...why did you not flee? He said, even as he began unlacing the side of the modified Lorica to release it from his frame, glad for the moment to simply be free of the overly hot in the summer and cold in the winter garment.
Thread: The Rise of Arx Bellum (LangschwertxWingshadow)

Cassia tucked her hands inside the tunic, rubbing her hands up and down her sides in order to help warm herself up. She turned her face toward Michael, as if to study him despite her blindness. She didn't answer his question immediately, instead sitting down atop one of the folded rugs set down along one side of the tent. She could tell he was removing his armor, as the signature sound of the fastenings unlacing resounded in her ears as distinctly as the shattering of glass or the dull tone of church bells ringing. I saw a great lion from the West descend the hills round about the city walls. It had eyes of lightning, a mane of steel, and a heart of raging fire. Its claws where like sharpened blades, and its arms were pillars of stone hewn from the foundations of the mountains, the seer began, her voice resounding with an other-worldly authority and confidence as she sat calmly upon the rug. She slid her arms out from the tunic, fingers gently folded together, It roared once, then twice, and all at once it fell upon the city without hesitation or remorse. It pulled down the walls, leaving not a single brick stacked upon the other, and burned its inhabitants with the raging flame that was in its throat. It slashed at the very heavens, rending the clouds and pulling them down from their lofty perches upon the wings of the wind. Once it had removed all remnants of the city to a thin dust, it blow upon the ground on which it once stood to clean away every speck. Then it laid itself down on the bare ground, and its feet sank into the earth like roots. Its body changed into that of a tree, which spread out along the face of the earth with its green and goodly branches reaching up toward the sky. It shaded the earth and grew strong, until it could be seen from every corner of the globe, she smiled, pointing toward Michael, You are that lion that came from the West, and that is the vision that I saw two days ago, before your armies were even to be seen round about the walls. I knew that you would be victorious, and that there would be no escape from the destruction. Why exactly she smiled as she told him this remained a mystery... Was there more to the vision that she had not told him? For the time being, she simply let him ponder the vision, letting him come to his own conclusions concerning its full meaning and why she had chosen to tell him about it in the first place. She had been so stubborn before.
Thread: The Rise of Arx Bellum (LangschwertxWingshadow)

He listened intently to her as he continued to remove his heavy armor. The Lorica coat went across the artificial shoulders of the armor tree, his helmet on the ball atop it. His greaves and bracers went into a chest at the bottom, along with the padded garment he wore underneath it. A small frown lit his face as he heard the description she was giving...Justin, the Macto of the city of Arx Bellum, took the lion as his personal sigil, and the iconography was common in those that he commanded. A lion to a tree, eh? I know many in the city would not be overly fond of that. He murmured, matching the upturned corner of her lip as he continued to speak. I find it odder still, knowing this, that you did not flee. I shall not, however, question my luck in the matter. Ultimately, I find myself well off that you decided to stay. By the time he had said the last he was standing back beside her, his hand coming down to rest atop her head. He was dressed in a long shirt, untucked, with the sigil of a hand outlined in silver on his left breast, together with trousers of a military cut. He gave her hair a playful mussing before lowering to sit on a cot beside where she sat against the edge of the tent. He leaned back, lounging against the cot as he spoke. You are, I know, thinking that your world has ended. It has not. Before long you will be thankful that I have captured you instead of some other, if you are not already. Were you not largely unmolested on your way out of the city, failing where you fought me? I am not a cruel man, though I am demanding. Do as I tell you and I shall assure you that your life shall not be without it's comforts. Do not, and I will do whatever is required to bend you to my will. In short, my dear, I give you a choice. Lie beneath the tree in comfort, or be beaten with a branch. Your fate is now in your hands.
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What I see will surely come to pass... One cannot alter dictations of fate with the might of their own two hands. Even one such as yourself are bound to it, as a slave is bound to the will of his master even so you will be unable to escape the path that you are to take, Cassia replied calmly, her words flowing like water from a clear, fresh brook, My weakness is in my own curiosity, in wishing to perceive the fulfillment of my vision. Although I assure you that I bear no fondness toward you, I do count myself fortunate that you are the one who took me captive. This way, I'll be able to observe the leader directly, rather than waiting for the time when your fame spreads abroad to all the world. She turned toward him as he reclined upon his cot, unsure if she was meant to take his words as literal or if he was trying to be clever with his choice of words. She remained seated, with her sightless eyes directed toward her captor, until she stood to step closer to him, the fingertips of her right hand tracing the corners of her face down toward her chin. How you treat me is for you to decide... Do not ask me to be anything other than what I am, the seer replied to his demands, You would comfort me when the blood of my father and brother are yet freshly poured out on your hands? Nay, the blow of a rod is no great comfort either. While I have lain in the bosom of comfort and luxury for several years, I have also known discomfort and want in the years before my gift was known and my family lived in obscurity and poverty. If you would win my favor, prove yourself more than the man you are now, she sat down on the edge of the cot upon which he lay, her arms wrapped around her shoulders in a defensive manner rather than from the cold. She knew what the conquest of the lion would entail for her family, but it was too much to ask for her to simply submit herself to the arms of the man who had brought it about. She would never again feel the affectionate arms of her father, nor the familiar nudge of her brother. They were gone forever from that world, never to be seen or heard of again. She attempted to bury her sorrow deep within her, but the simmering pain still lingered. She could not show weakness in front of this man, especially when he sought to bend her to his will.
Thread: Musings of DiEnd

Musings of DiEnd Alrighty then! Welcome to my humble Journal. What can you expect to find here? Well, not sure yet but they're gonna be musings. Things that might end up here are Random thoughts pertaining to Roleplay. Links to and opinions on completedinactive Roleplays. Links to image galleries on imgur that I've complied that pertain to things I'm looking for or interested in. New ways of laying out posts here on BMR. Try not to post here. But, if you see something interesting don't hesitat to drop a line via PM!
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Woot, first post! Anyways! This post is a quick rundown of how people should be reading my kink list. Now, you may be wondering, What kink list? I don't see no stinkin' kink list! Well, that's because it's in my sig. Which is after my posts. And on my profile. Or in my PMs. Anyways! Moving on, yes I have a kink list and here's how it's supposed to be read Because F-List uses some really vague ass terms in describing there grouping. Favorite column This column, color coded blue, are kinks that I'm always game for and absolutely get me going. Yes column This column, color coded green, are things that, while not as good for me as the stuff in the favorite column, are still good enough to get me going most of the time. Other times? I may not be into these. Maybe column This column, color coded yellow, are things that I either don't do enough to have a preference on, or things that are very, very much things that I may or may not do depending on my mood. So it's best to check before bringing these to the party. No column This column, color coded red, is fairly obvious and straight forward. No means no. Which means that I'm not interested in doing these things at all. Including them will make me more temperamental and problematic than a car from the 30's trying to run on modern fuel. Well, that's it for this post. If you need a link to the kink list, see the sig after this post for further details. Or my profile. Or just, y'know, suffer and hope that we talk over PMs or somethin'.
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Here's a list of all inactive roleplays I'm part of. So if you're interested in playing, or looking for a sample of my play style, feel free to check 'em out. Pandora Life Things Change
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List of former ideas that, at the moment, I'm not terribly interested in playing but not terribly against playing if offered. Pacific Rim So... Pacific Rim. At the moment I'm interested in playing aswith personified versions of the Jaegers and Kaijuu. If you're not sure what that means, do a quick search on sites like tbib.org, or danbooru to find out. Particularly I'm interested in non-con scenes involving dominant Jaegers or Kaijuu's taking advantage of fallen opponents. As such these RPs can, and should, be AU in a world where the Jaegers are like giant cyborgandroidbioroid's and the Kaijuu are monster girls. The more human the better, but that's something I'm willing to negotiate. One thing I won't be negotiating is the genders Females and Herms Chicks with dicks but internal testes or no-testes. Anything else is like a shemale which I don't fuck. I'd prefer the dominant partner to be a herm, but... I suppose I could work with a dominant female if I'm in the mood. And for this I'd prefer to be the submissive, but if you make a good pitch for the alternative I'd be willing to consider it. Jaegers I'll play Gipsy Danger Striker Eureka Cherno Alpha Kaijuu I'll play Slattern Otachi Leatherback