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The Castle Within Darkness
Topic Started: Aug 5 2009, 10:18:09 PM (285 Views)
Carter	Aug 5 2009, 10:18:09 PM Post #1
Misstress of Dark Posts: 22 Group: Members Member #49 Joined: Jun 21, 2009 Character Lafitte Journal http://horundul.net/topic/1840151/1/#new	Hell had fallen up these lands, evil had come but gone men had fallen monster had been slain but none of this could awaken a beast of far greater age. The cool brisk night let loose a low bellow almost swooning with the hell hounds of the plains bellow. Upon the black fields lay the ruins of all that creation offered in days past this place could have been called beautiful. These days however malevolence reigned supreme barren this land radiated with the power to force brother to consume brother. Not even blood escaped the grips of the land it seemed to simply sin int to the earth absorbed by the very dirt it's self. Had the taint truly been that powerful. The skies always dark released the tears of the fallen crying out in pain the anguish of the souls still lost among the rolls of the hills still fell jet black blighting the land and keeping all who fed from it. Nothing could find survival except the raging fiends which roamed the dark corners of the night, searching for scraps of a forgotten age. Plague and death held all manner of creatures back accept the monster the creature know as the Bedlam. In ancient times those cured to life to close o the Bedlam would find their men drained blood and their souls. Soon after the death of the man he would simply rise and preform for his master. Though the strings of the puppet master where invisible the machinations of damned where quite clear. It's evil had not been washed away when the world fell. Though the world moved on the Bedlam never moved from its keep. A castle grand and dark kissing the backdrop of the plagued lands like a macabre corpse draped over with no general form nor focus. The castle sat with the center a of a grand lake bellow a cliff this allowed for the grand and once beautiful scenery to attract visitor with time but it had been years since any one had stopped due to necessity. Though the grounds echo ebon cries of none could find a place of equal magnificence for miles. A ghostly abode ruled by one, seemed to scream the wails of the damned filled the halls. Substance of grim fables twisted until it contorted unto this the shape of these hollowed halls. Demons immortalized in stone sat upon the walls and broke free from the marble bases which jut out of the floor beneath. Grand in scale the halls would seem to hold many paths, but all lead to the throne room. The chamber of the Bedlam seemed to be the end of grand scheme of things for its quickly lightened up and took on a color more along the lines of deep crimson rather than Black. Large luscious red satin drapes fell from the ceiling flowing slowly in the slight wind which swept through the stone structure. Though its origin was unknown it could be felt at all time no mater where on stood. Within the center sat the throne. The Bedlam could often be found siting within the step above omnipotence this was the name of the throne, it had been dubbed that by the creature its self for it's hubris knew no bounds. Through the coarse gritty dreams nothing could be heard it was chill as a winters breeze yet closer then the skin which cling to the bone. Dark like the eye of the damned yet it hung above shining a pale glow giving light hearted promises to those with mortal eyes. But this night paid homage to the birth of some thing old ill tempered and wrathful, and yet the night was still oh so young enough to see the event yet to come till the first light of the morn. Blight fell upon the ground for unlife had been bestow upon another once again, the dark gift had turned one more to the path of silence and the hunt. Though still engrossed in dream a sense from beyond the human mind sent a chill through the tomb of this one. Blood of the father had been spilled but yet the chide still lived. Such a dark contradiction would echo through the ages or as long as one would remember. Old evil was never as frail as people thought, darkness was resilient it could sleep wait and bide its time. A sudden shock and the arch of a back thrust this one back amongst the world of the waking. Shrieks of pain and anguish within the flame blasted the mind of one so old. The death of the many fell upon her with all the weight of a truck. It flattened this one she fell back against the stone she was laid against the night before. Though the transformation had been a success there was an element missing. The Cult had left this world a ghostly shadow now illuminated against their will. There was no escape their fate had been sealed but why would they bring into the world this one who held no love for this world, there no hope of survival for any who met the Bedlam. Bringing a hand to her face she could feel the chill of death upon her. She had died before but it had never been quite this bad before. Where had she gone. In her dazed state she found the chamber around her in a spin. Sleep had left her weak but the few followers she had left had given her new life through the blood and body of an innocent. With a push she sat up as the walls began to slow their maddening pace. There was so much she needed to ask but no one would answer, all that remained with her was a familiar pain....the sting of lonely frustration. Moving her hand down from her face to her neck she caught a feel of the puncture wounds inflicted not so long ago. With a fine Shriek of her own memories repressed shot forward rampaging upon her now frail grip of the present situation. Though she screamed she felt no need to stop. Life giving breath not returning when she did stop, quickly the mind went to shock a realization was blooming from within a the contemptible thought that she might really be dead again. That man the one within her head the one whom stabbed her he had done this and he would be the one to make it right...if he had not been dead. She could see in the deathly dreams she pondered during the duration of her sleep, he had died by holy vengeful fire but with pride. Already the night seemed long...Rolling off the stone she quickly found the ground bellow her and from there she would make out a plan. There was not need to panic she kept telling herself. As long as she thought it would have to be true. To return to life dead was not the way the mighty Bedlam had planned to come back. Some one had wanted to stop her from coming back to life. Those holy knights she had fought back in her prime must have already faded from life. There was a traitor in her midst and she could not sense it when she left the gates of the living world behind. She would remember to never trust humans again. Crimson flowing wraps held her voluptuous from in place for there was much of her that had yet to be explored this body was far to new but she would take care of it. Eyes exhuming green vile evil fire she took steps toward her throne. The world must have changed since she fell, it would take time to become accustomed to this new and likely very different world.



Lord Drakoulis	Aug 6 2009, 06:31:42 AM Post #2
Psychologist's.worst.nightmare Posts: 87 Group: Members Member #36 Joined: Feb 16, 2009 Character http://tinyurl.com/Sir-Edward-Morgan, Sir Edward Morgan	From outside, the setting's dark river was disrupted. From within the river's deep waters burst a rather large bubble. Several more followed and were epilogued by an armoured hand rising from the waters. It felt around for a bit then grabbed a tree root. Slowly, the form of a bronze-armoured man pulled itself from the nauseating cess pit of corrupted water. The slimy muck clung to Edward's armour like an unsavoury mollusc as he dragged himself up by the tree's root. It was then the tree root began to get hairy. Edward's gauntleted hand did not feel the change in texture as his other hand rounded on the root with reckless determination. The Unity had ordered him to conduct some research on this horrid and repulsive place. Edward was sickened by the smells of decay and blood that invaded his nostrils like chlorine gas. He was very fortunate that such a gas was not present on the planes. He had started walking with an energy block on his nostrils to prevent that horrid smell rising into his brains and making him delirious with it's sickening fumes. The dry, cracked earth beneath his chest melded neatly with the horrible sludge around his midriff to form a formidable barrier against which he threw himself. Being no swordsman, Edward found it very hard and took several breaks. And the furry tree was still, as yet, unmoved by Edward's considerable weight. With his full armour on he weighed a considerable amount. His usually blue hair had been stained brown by the mud. But through the thin slats of his visor, one could see the cold violet of his eyes. Cursing, Edward pulled back his hand and dug the inch-long metal claws into the wood. Only, instead of a creak, Edward received a rather large howl of pain. He looked up and saw a rather irate Hellhound standing above him. Oh fantastic, that was just what he needed. An over-grown puppy with rabies. Edward was not pleased to see his flaming ball of fire wash over the Hellhound's face harmlessly. Edward concentrated hard and muttered a few words in a decrepit and forgotten language. Suddenly, the ground beneath the Hellhound's feet buckled upwards and the infernal monster was trussed roughly through the middle of it's belly. The hard shells of such monsters could not withstand a spike of stone through the belly. As the creature was in its death-throes, Edward grabbed the beast's paw and using its extreme strength to pull him out of the mud. It was then that the fetid creature gurgled its blood onto the stone and slumped. Edward breathed heavily and tried to slow his beating heart. Sure, the Hellhound was dangerous but he was lucky that was all he encountered. Myth bespoke of the succubus and other such opposition to Holiness. Edward wasn't one for religion but when it came to demons he liked to have a back up after magic. He was good but he couldn't as yet take on a demon by himself. He'd be destroyed within seconds, his armour rent apart by the fearsome strength of such creatures. Edward dragged himself towards the hulking mass on the horizon, noting that it was the crumbling palace he'd been searching for. Legend said there was something inside that could prevent death. Edward was interested in such an item himself. If he could prevent his own death many times over...well, that would make him immortal. His mind grabbed a hold over the idea of eternal life. He could become the greatest magician that had ever lived! His imagination fired, Edward stormed towards the castle with a deadly intent. Not even the hell-hounds could stop him from slicing their thick hides apart. He was moving like a man possessed, a grim set to his features. But the mask of metal did nothing to dissuade the Hellhounds from attacking him at every turn. Edward was not a man of simple thoughts. He knew that these monsters were to guard something. If someone was preventing death in there then he wanted to have a sample of whatever it was. After hours of searching the castle, he came upon the throne room. His armoured boots clacked on the stone floor as he entered, his hand glowing with the fire he'd lit. He'd felt the effects of weariness from his magic but was still reasonably fighting-fit. He was especially defensive when he saw other people there. He recoiled and bared his teeth in an audible hiss of surprise. Edward threw the fire into the air and let it zoom about the place, lighting the torches before dipping into the ancient fireplace. He saw the woman on the throne and bowed sarcastically. He became ever so jealous when it came to immortality. "Good evening your Majesty. Might I prevail upon thee to explain your presence here?" Sir Edward smiled, his visor obscuring all but his hateful eyes that burned with passion as he saw that others had got there first.



Carter	Aug 6 2009, 09:25:29 PM Post #3
Misstress of Dark Posts: 22 Group: Members Member #49 Joined: Jun 21, 2009 Character Lafitte Journal http://horundul.net/topic/1840151/1/#new	Youthful and absolutely beautiful, these were the words that were demanded when describing her. The Bedlam had put all of her attention to thinking resting and just getting herself in working order, she completely lost track of her castle. The man warped in magic seemed an absolutely perfect. Magic of any kind was perfect at this point in time she just needed a bit to spark the fire that would ignite the lights on the body she currently in habituated. Though she had other servants who wandered the halls she needed a powerful magician to preform rites she no longer could. And with her head cultist dead she found her self in a bit of a bind for she was way behind, she was willing however to make a deal. She had access to her spells but to be truly effective she needed just the right amount of spark to gain a life giving pulse. With a vibrant smile she gazed upon her little intruder, he was almost like a perfectly wrapped gift on her birth day. Bedlam then averted her gaze from he who had disturbed her to slowly roll her neck, it had been a while since she had been in the flesh. Raising her arms into the air she arched her back and let out a small yawn still stretching she took her sweet time in getting to his greeting and question. The armored magician must have come for one of the many legends she her self spread to get visitors to come and seek her out. Rising to her feet she warped the blood red loosely wrapped fabric around her a few times to cover her figure a bit better. He had come a bit soon but that was tolerable she had no need to be clothed to see to it that he gave her what she wanted. Drifting forward she seemed to glide upon a grey mist it was her favored means of travel. Walking had gone out the way of crawling would to a babe ready and fresh to begin their trot upon to legs."Purpose tis funny how men find themselves within these charges...to protect these halls this is my charge I exist to expend lore and give knowledge of life to those who seek it," She lied often and so she was quite good at it as long as she sounded even a tad bit mystical she figured this one would take the bait and seek knowledge from her. Those who studied the Arcane always wanted knowledge, of life power ,and money she saw him no different. She would give him a small taste of what he wanted and then take from him every thing if she could, for it was simply her nature she was a void all consuming and totally devoid of remorse for her actions. A glow encased her at all times but as she began to close the gap between them her luminance became all to clear. A dull purple color illuminated her with the dark red walls of her throne chamber, it was almost haunting to witness one so ghostly and spirit like in the flesh. She had to keep count of those she had lost in the summoning, for if she had to many bodies of great magic lying around he might get a sense of the drol the built up within her walls. That could be bad mojo no one wants to help when death is almost definably assured before a deal is even struck. Now almost upon him she looked down upon him before implying that he could rise. She did so with a movement of her hand and this was because there was far more to say and to waste it on a command to rise seemed pointless."I am the humble matriarch of these halls I am called the Bedlam and it tis my creed to dispense upon those who reach these sores their wish...but always for a price," she was for once being mostly honest she was willing to give to him a small gift if he could pay the price. Pacing her hand upon his shoulder she partook in his magical aura he was a man of strength this was all the better. In the end if he failed and died his corpse would most definitely make a powerful undying lich. Though she had many liches shackled bellow in the deep dank pits of her castle. Each one she promised a chance to see the light and be returned to the flesh, but would they ever see that promise fulfilled not likely. Though it was in her power to bring one back from the true death it was simply not advisable to do so. The living where not quite so tunneled visioned as the dead. They would often question orders and her control of them was shaky at best. "I and my indentured servants are more then willing to meet your every need as long as we can for now all I ask is...your name good sir," after she got his name she planed to bind him to her service all he had to do was play his cards right and power would be his. But always there was a price and he would pay it f she got her way. A wicked smile spread across her face, her eyes locked in upon him their green glow becoming brighter by the second. For she knew that she was close to gaining some thing she coveted greatly, A life was all she needed it would give her almost quadruple the power she already had. The anticipation was incredible it consumed her though she keep herself together in front of him within her raged great and terrible feelings.



Lord Drakoulis	Aug 7 2009, 06:08:17 AM Post #4
Psychologist's.worst.nightmare Posts: 87 Group: Members Member #36 Joined: Feb 16, 2009 Character http://tinyurl.com/Sir-Edward-Morgan, Sir Edward Morgan	Sir Edward didn't trust this rather luscious young woman. Would such a fool be willing to sign his own death warrant with his own blood? She expected him to be one of those weaklings who didn't give due consideration to the situation. She was about to get a shock if that was the case. Edward was a power-hungry man sure but he was not blinded by power. It was his sort of person that got to run the Elemental Unity. In any case, he was likely to turn this to his advantage. The woman did have a powerful magical aura and Edward was very attracted to that power. Only a fool would agree to servitude when another option was available. Still, he didn't trust this woman. Maybe later on he'd reveal his true name but for now, he would create a title from himself. "I am known simply as The Editor. Known as such because I delete the existence of traitors to the Unity." Edward said tightly, his lips pursed in concentration. Mana in the air began to move as he built up energy. He'd heard of the wars in the south and didn't want to get this woman too excited about him being a northerner. He felt no patriotism when his own self-gratification was abound. He wanted immortality and this woman was his ticket to it. He would become a God if he became immortal. Never faltering never fading. An omnipotent being. It was this desire that gave him a purpose in life. Such a goal should be unattainable but now it was. He could finally discover the secret to living for eternity. "Tell me of the immortality said to lie here." Edward commanded, his voice solid and unfaltering. He caught a movement out the corner of his eye and saw one of the robed freaks moving behind him. Edward's Mana intake doubled and his hand glowed a nasty red colour as the air around it became super-heated. The robed man was about level with Edward's shoulder until he flicked his hand at the man's face, his two front fingers hovering an inch or two away from the man's face, a blue flame at the tip. "Stay where I can see you wretch." Edward growled, his violet eyes flashing as the flame crawled up his arm. The man whimpered and slunk back into the darkness. Edward had to hold himself back from spitting on the floor. "Keep a shorter leash on your dogs milady. They might find themselves someday without a head." Edward snarled, a very suggestive hand going to the long knife at his waist. It was obvious right from the off set that Edward meant business. The woman was beautiful but so was a foxglove. One wouldn't kiss that flower and so Edward was reluctant to go into too many dealings with these sycophantic dogs of the demons. Edward knew that only sorrow came from dealing with them. Edward moved slightly and the mana he'd absorbed moved into his armour which repaired the dents and scratches he'd obtained from the fight with the hellhound. The fatigue that hit him was rather unexpected and he stumbled slightly, throwing out a hand and grasping her shoulder. They stood there, hands on each other's shoulders before Edward corrected himself and took his gauntlet from his hand. He felt the wind on his hand and shuddered as he held it out for her to shake. "I feel as though you're fudging the truth a bit but I do not care. If you can give me more power then I'm happy to work with you. The unity can go jump in a river if you can help me achieve my goals." Edward smiled darkly, his eyes narrowing in a frankly evil look on his face. He knew that he was betraying his people but was happy to for his own power. Nobody would care if Edward Morgan suddenly left the Unity for a small cult in the dead plains. He could work on his magic here harmlessly while this young woman sat on her throne. "You're not dressing me up. This armour is special." Edward warned, thinking of the robed fools around him. They were all just sycophants. He wasn't sure whether he could kill this woman but he could definitely kill these little doggies. Nobody could be beaten by people who lived in a broken castle. This woman was either a great mage or an envoy. It didn't matter which.



Carter	Aug 8 2009, 02:03:25 AM Post #5
Misstress of Dark Posts: 22 Group: Members Member #49 Joined: Jun 21, 2009 Character Lafitte Journal http://horundul.net/topic/1840151/1/#new	The Bedlam watched as her guest introduced himself as a sort of censor. What he saw fit to strike from the land was of no consequence , only the context of his soul mattered he was a man of dark tastes it appeared. He seemed willing to at least make some sort of deal which would make it all the much easier to get what she wanted all she had to do was give him life forever. Though youth for ever was more likely what he asked for she would not give him this if he did not ask specifically for it she thought nothing of slight of hand and word play. To cheat some one was not beneath her but she was always true to her word when the deal was written in stone she had to be, her power depended on it. He had come to gain life but would he dedicate himself to her, would he do as she asked and not ask her why these where the question which would test their relationship from here on. With out the knowledge of her origin it was likely he would mistake her for a creature not bound to servitude herself, to a certain extant she had to follow rules set forth. He seemed an awful bit jumpy he seemed to summon mana to him when her servants roamed the floor to close to him. Though the particular individual mind was gone it still recognized power and simply like a moth it flew toward the fire. She held no love in her heart for those who roamed these floors she simply needed them to do so in order to maintain her power. Most of them had given up their immortal soul for power and she graciously bestowed upon them magic of a drol kind. Sadly their minds where shattered by this process and so most remember nothing of their pasts. This meant that when they did die it was quite simple to twist what was left into a ghoul forced to roam the grounds under her caste until she called them back to her service once again. He was quick to jump the gun and show her his power but she was more than willing to bide her time, haste would send this deal south and she needed a powerful spell caster in her service. He had come along at just the right time to get special treatment...a deal which might end up helping more then hurting."I assure you that you are safe her I promise that," she was quick to tell him that he was safe, to feel contempt during such a delicate process was just not good business. After the magic left his hands she could see that it simply went into his armor and that is what maintained it mana. It was some think she had not seen in quite some time magic enchanted armor he truly was quite the magician she had been impressed. It was rare one who needed so little training would simply walk into her doors. Much to her great dismay he had been slightly tried by his journey a deal could not be struck until he was rested for when she made a deal it was burned into the flesh and into the stone. This act took great concentration and mana to preform, but it was a necessity for it was the will of her master. When he place his hand upon her shoulder she quickly felt the urge to take a step back she had not been touched for quite some time especially not by human hands. Though it was not meant to be a sign of disrespect it was a bit of thing she was not to be touched here within the castle under most circumstances she did no trust the wretches which walked the ground either. Every now and again one would gain lucidity and attempt to fight for control, she hated this for it always lead to more gaining the seed of revolt with their heart. Removing his hand from the armor around it she could see he wished to shake but it was premature for this gesture. It signified they had a bargain and this was some thing she had not completed yet, he needed to know what she wished of him first. Backing away from the hand extended to her she raised her hands to clap. This clap first echoed through her chamber and then through to the rest of the castle. With a devilish smile spreading across her face she glanced to the doors which peppered the wall to their sides. Some thing was coming, to grace them with its presence."You my friend are right there is much i have neglected to tell you but it tis for your own good that you do not know...some truths are not meant for a man to know, but you will receive that which have come here seeking...with out need for a change in wardrobe," she said as she turned from him and began her graceful trot back to her chair. Bursting from the sides of the room came around twenty me wrapped in black warped by drol magics. Some came with books, some arrived with scrolls but all brought to the table some thing different. She could feel the air around her begin to surge with mana from all the multitude of sources shoveled in to the room."Now....for the price sadly there must always be a price...this one wonders what you would be willing to pay, before we begin you must surrender you birth name," Reaching her throne she dropped to her knees and knelt before it. it was her shackle a symbol of her enslavement but it would likely be a great deal of time before that one realized this was the case. Placing her hand against the base of the blood red stone which stood bellow the chair allowed for a secret to come to the surface. Within seconds the stone began to ripple as would water, from her she would pull forth some thing which would give her guest what he wanted."You want life...it is almost ironic this is the same thing I wish to gain," she said this giving light to her dark intentions but regrettably she did not explain to much of what she wanted from him. Submerging her hand within the stone allowed her to grip some thing. With a quick tug she brought forth a jewel encrusted black golden goblet. It shine with an eerie light of black but still remained golden, quite an enchanted object it twas."Now you must drink of the blood of demons...but this is where we end this little display...we must now discuss what it is I need of you," her words filled were filled with a sort of childish delight. She was quick to turn around after she spoke with the empty goblet."You must give me life and I will bestow upon you life...if you can finish the ritual and sacrifice a spark of life...then I will be able to give you the blood which will bind you soul to that body,and give you life everlasting" she was quick to give the vaguest explanation possible. She thought to give him exactly what he asked for the power to continue to live forever, as long as he did not correct her she would make no mention as to youth. Edited by Carter, Aug 10 2009, 09:11:45 PM.



Lord Drakoulis	Aug 8 2009, 05:54:35 AM Post #6
Psychologist's.worst.nightmare Posts: 87 Group: Members Member #36 Joined: Feb 16, 2009 Character http://tinyurl.com/Sir-Edward-Morgan, Sir Edward Morgan	Edward smirked as the sentences came spewing out of her. Obviously she thought him some kind of fool if she thought he could be fooled by such...petty magic as these. Simple little dolls with a power-hungry witch at the helm. Edward could sustain an army of puppets if he wanted but that would be very impractical for him: not only would he be unable to move but he would also have to stay away from the fighting. How foolish of her to make herself so weak. And besides, trading with weak men was what Edward did best. He'd negotiated men into their own graves with vast sums of money. Which he stole back later. This girl...this Bedlam, was a worthy business woman indeed to propose such an ancient and...dangerous deal. If Edward were to die, he had the spell triggers in place that would make him a self-sustained Lich. However, the spell would only last as long as the heat remained in his body. He would have to...That was what this woman promised: a self-sustained Lichery that involved one stealing the life-blood of others. She was a vampire in essentiallity. Edward knew this was the price to pay for immortality. Besides, he could double-cross her any time he wanted. And he knew better than most of the methods these hell-spawn used. "You plan for me to sell my soul? Hahaha!" Edward cackled, his laugh slightly insane. He was this close to immortality and he was unsure of how to proceed. He took the deal, gave her a soul and became immortal or he could live out his measly human existence. He wanted to become something more than a human. He wanted to be God. The Unity's hold on him would be nothing next to a man who could not die. His choice was stay enslaved to the Unity or become a soulless monster. There was only one choice for Edward. However, he was sure that he could bargain here. "If you want souls then let me be the collector. Imagine it woman! I, an immortal collector of souls, bringing you enough sustenance to last an eternity!" Edward smiled, pulling his gauntlet on and pulling his dagger from his belt and pinning the item to the table. He had a slightly manic gleam in his eye as he suggested handing over people for her to make into puppets. He would do the same thing...if he wasn't so stupid as she. Edward could feel the energy collecting behind him and smiled darkly. He was sure that the woman could see his partner, a thin and scrawny mage with blonde hair and blue eyes. He looked decidedly weak physically but he was an awesome mage in terms of power. Edward relished the chance to crush the boy under his boot. A little 20 year-old boy trying to beat a 45 year-old master of magic? He was Third Class! Third! "As a gesture of good faith Lady, allow me to kill any witnesses. If it's befitting I'd like one of my own little pets." Edward smiled raising his hand lazily. The boy's eyebrows contracted and his hands met in preparation to attack Edward. The armoured assailant knew that the boy was too weak to fight him. So did the boy. Edward had to admire his courage. Still, Edward felt that it would be prudent to destroy his mind, give his lady the soul and make the body his slave. His entire being ripped into shreds. No death could be more complete. "Sir Edward...You're a traitor to the Unity and I hereby remove all honours bestowed upon you." The boy said shakily. He gulped as Edward's eyes narrowed and the mana in the air practically poured into him. The boy felt the tremendous force building in Edward's body almost akin to wind. But he stood his ground and continued to build up his own mana for an assault. Edward's eyes flashed and the words of a spell came out in quick succession. Nothing seemed to happen at first but a rumbling began to pervade the whole of the room. The boy gave up on his spell and ran for the door. Edward cackled as his Meteor spell ripped boulders from the ground and flung them at the boy. He turned as the boulder smashed into him with an audible cracking sound. The boy raised a hand and released a torrent of fire at Edward's new associate. He absorbed the mana and whispered a spell. The fireball dispersed and recombined above the boy. Pillar Of Flame...a third class move... The boy screamed and tried to summon water to deflect the attack but it sizzled and boiled. Edward waved a hand and the fires disappeared. The boy watched as Edward's bones cracked and extended. He and his armour were changing shape? A move like that took phenomenal amounts of energy and Edward would be unable to transform back for an hour at least. But if he ate the boy he would be able to use that energy to return to his old form. It was very risky magic indeed. If one's mind faltered even slightly while imagining the form one wanted to assume then they'd be stuck halfway in between. A freak in other words. They'd also lose the ability to use magic. It was very advanced magic that the boy thought Edward had not conquered yet. Clearly, Edward was trying to show off something special to his new friend. The creature before the boy was much like a dog only bear-sized. It had vicious claws and wore Edward's armour in contorted fashions. The huge teeth of the beast were revealed as the boy screamed once more. Edward's growl was clearly heard. Edward was trying to hold back the beast side of the transformation with reckless abandon. Mana was fuelling the creature's very existence. And the mana was running out...he would change back in a few moments. And a few moments was all he needed. Edward bounded forward and swallowed the boy down. Moments later, the body was spat back up and the dead boy lay before Edward, all energy in his body drained. Edward coughed and held the black goblet to his lips. He sipped a small amount and coughed once more. From within the armour, a black energy could be seen. Edward held up his hand and the black smoke collated. Edward's eyes were black-ringed with energy-loss and tiredness. Edward had silently agreed to the deal. He wanted immortality and had broken his own soul to do it. That animal transformation had gone horribly wrong: he'd forgotten to split his soul from the animals and had merged them. His only hope now was Bedlam. "I'm dying Bedlam. Your deal is the only way I can save myself. That magic was far too powerful for me to use." Edward smiled, clutching his stomach and rolling onto his back. Edward raised the crystal to his visor and smiled lightly. He'd done it. He'd survived a life of Unity service. But what would happen now? Would Bedlam be foolish enough to attempt his soul or would she accept the one in the crystal? As Edward lay there, he wondered what would happen if he died. Nobody would miss him. In twenty minutes he'd destroyed all that he was. At least he'd die happy. The Unity had done nothing for him. Maybe Bedlam would save his life. If she didn't...he always had option two.



Spades	Aug 10 2009, 08:40:58 PM Post #7
The Awesomeness Posts: 447 Group: Admins Member #16 Joined: Oct 30, 2008	((Hope you guys don't mind, but I need a little bit of darkness in my life. As such, I am jumping in the plot.)) A shadowy figure clomped across the soaked land. The humanoids long arms dragging along the ground, as he walked incredibly hunched over, staring at the ground. It didn't bother looking at where it was going, or what laid ahead. This was careless however, because a pack of hellish beasts laid right in front of him. The demons were large, pig like monsters, with blood red eyes, and giant tusks, as well as a mouth of teeth that could piece the strongest of armors. The moment these creatures saw the human, they went rushing at him, snarling and drooling as they saw their next meal. Living flesh was difficult to find in the plains, as all of the demons were from the black plane, and thus not actually alive. The leader of the pack, the largest snarling pig beast, ran ahead of the others at a blinding pace at the human. It opened its massive jaws and dove, flipping to the side so that it could get a hold of him in its mouth. As it slid across the ground it closed its massive jaws on the human. Within seconds the beast leader was dead. The others quickly turned and ran away, leaving the human, totally unmoved. He slowly turned his head up towards the dead beast, its jaws clamped around him. He gently pushed it open, as all of the beasts teeth fell out. The man looked at his punctured clothing, although quickly drew out several belts to wrap around the damages. He bent down to look at all of the teeth, laying in pools of blood. "He-hello, all my friends... It has been some time, hasn't it?" He said, his smile concealed by a piece of cloth over his face. "I am sorry, but I really must be going." He told the teeth. "Oh but look," His head slowly turned to the corpse, "You seem to have brought a friend. Well I can't be rude and just leave you all here." He paused, almost waiting for a response. "Well fine, if you must be like that. So rude. I am going now." He told them, before continuing his clomping. "Goodbye friends!" He slowly pulled a very puppet like hand out of his long sleeves. He almost wished he had heard "Goodbye Kel!", but it seemed as if his friends were too rude to even wish him goodbye. In anger he turned around and started walking away. "Ah, finally, I am quite glad to be home..." He marveled at the sinister castle in front of him. Despite the fact he had never even seen this castle, he still marched towards the front door. He kicked open the massive door. "Hello? I am home..." His voice trailing off as he entered the castle.



Carter	Aug 11 2009, 05:37:12 PM Post #8
Misstress of Dark Posts: 22 Group: Members Member #49 Joined: Jun 21, 2009 Character Lafitte Journal http://horundul.net/topic/1840151/1/#new	Though Bedlam was not stupid she was slightly desperate to gain the support of a living mage for that is what the ritual required in order to bring her a beat of the heart for her chest was silent in death. It was true he would likely have to sell his soul to her to gain more power than could be imagined, but it was not necessarily what he needed to do at this point in time. As grim as she was she found her self unable to stop him long enough to tell him that it was extra if he gave her his soul. Upon closer examination she realized that he was not quite sure of how much he had to give in order to get what he asked for. Taking a seat within her throne she gazed down upon him as he spoke there was much he thought he could bargain for. She was sure she could give him the sharp end of the stick in terms of their deal she just simply had to work it in a way that he would not expect. Crossing her legs he saw the second intruder of the night wonder unto her throne. The elder mage had tale in the form of an apprentice still weak in the ways of arcane. The Editor then offered unto to her the life of the boy as a sort of gift it was clear he wished to gain the upper hand. Though the life of the boy would not appease her it would be interesting to watch him murder one who would call him by his name.The child was resolute in his accusations against the mage now identified as an Edward. It appeared the young one planned to end the scheme Edward had planned commit before even a small deal could be made. Though he was far out match and out classed by at least eight hundred years he came forward with the intention of obliterating darkness. Though she could quickly call for the boys head on a plater seeing as she had many capable spell warriors wandering the corridors of her home, it appeared Eward wanted to take this one down. It appeared as though a duel of the mind was in order. She wanted Edward seeing as he had a thirst for power and a malevolent streak which she simply adored, but in the unlikely event of his failure she was prepared to seduce the boy with promises of great power and seductive Drol magic. On the edge of her seat she watched as The high mage summoned impressive power to his cause. The air was thick with his power before it formed it's self into the form of hell rock flaming and flying for its target. The display was so impressive she completely ignore the fact that the spell alone would ruin her throne room. The powerful show gave her great pleasure she had not seen such magics used before her it was a spell she had not even thought of flaming rock crushing and incinerating at the same time such malevolence. At the edge of her seat she could feel the need for a heart beat for her breath would be shallow at this point. The young boy had raised his hand in an attempt to strike at The Bedlam, had she been paying attention she might have done some thing about it but she was far to consumed by the show to even attempt to defend herself. Just then the flames found a home within the heart of Edward, pushed into the realm of hatred the flames found themselves upon the boy ready to consume what was left of him. such great displays of power the Editor as he called himself was just what the doctor ordered her last head cultist had never preformed feats of such power. In the pathetic fashion of a coward the boy summoned water from the air in a vein defensive maneuver. When the fires dispersed the Human mage began a dark and gory transformation. it was quite new for her to see a human attempt such a powerful trick before her. Though she could change shapes at will it was only because she was far to dead for it to matter. She had had been dead for years when she began to change shape and so it mattered not to her. This one this human had so little time to master such a difficult display, would he pull it off or make himself a useless monster before her eyes. Eyes wide in aw The Bedlam watched as he took shape the excitement was clear upon her visage she could hardly wait to see what he would do next. With a growl and a lunge the boy had been consumed. But before she could congratulate the mage upon his victory She found he had exhausted the better part of his power and the transformation must have done more damage to his body then she had originally thought. Allowing him a sip of the blood she knew he would survive his fatigue and transformation damage but would he serve with out question. She found him in a position very similar to her own her life lay in the claw of monster far more powerful then her. Just the lightest squeeze could dismember her beyond the point of recognition."Well my little human you have taken in the blood...when the body dies you will not you soul shall live on within the shattered corpse but for now you must live.," Upon saying this She waited until he lay on his back to come unto him. Fading from her throne she quickly appeared at his side, it was rare she walked any where when she did not have to. Placing his head in her lap she quickly bit her wrist until blood was drawn as it dripped she place her wrist above his mouth. He blood held healing properties as long as she feed often enough and seeing how the body she inhabited was new the blood was fresh. Dripping the blood into his mouth she gave unto him the gift of life for with out it he could not give her the spark she required. For this day he had done well and he would receive what he had come for eternal life and as a special gift she would give him unfailing youth as long as he served her as well as he had done just moments ago. Now satisfied with her current situation she wanted the castle locked down none would leave and no more would be allowed to enter. With the snap of a finger crimson robes and hoods filled the throne room Each cultist more vile than the last they stood and awaited orders. "Seal off the castle I want no more entering this place no mater what," as she said this they quickly made haste toward the door. The floors of the castle gained many hundreds of cultists as the hastily made their ways around with he intention of closing every portal to the out side world. Gazing down upon her new servant she uttered one word,"Drink!!" For as long as he did he would live unto infinity.



Lord Drakoulis	Aug 12 2009, 07:45:14 AM Post #9
Psychologist's.worst.nightmare Posts: 87 Group: Members Member #36 Joined: Feb 16, 2009 Character http://tinyurl.com/Sir-Edward-Morgan, Sir Edward Morgan	Edward's smile was one of insane glee. But his visor was obscuring the blood from his lips. There was only one option: He had to remove his helmet. Would he do such a thing for immortality? Remove the elemental symbol of his fear in order to obtain his life's ambition? Of course he would. He was Edward Morgan and he was at heart a practical man. He would remove his helmet if it meant he could save himself. Edward pulled himself from Bedlam's lap and unclicked the three-part clasp that held the helmet to his head. Slowly, the helmet came loose and his shock of electric-blue hair was exposed. Edward opened his eyes and collected the precious blood with a hand as it dripped off his helmet. A symbolic way of saying that the old Edward was dead. Edward the mage was gone. Now it was Edward the God! The blood was sickly as it went down his throat but as soon as it hit his stomach he felt a raging energy fill his body. So great was this power that Edward had to release some in the form of a mana-aura. An advanced technique that stored any mana not used in the immediate air around oneself. It was both cool-looking and useful as a skill. As long as that halo of energy was there he couldn't die from over-use of magic. Of course, that was useless now considering that he could not die. Edward got to his feet, still facing the throne and keeping his back to his new leader. Edward could follow orders well enough. But now, an infidel had chosen to enter the castle. Such intrusions...such disregard for etiquette would not be tolerated so long as Edward had breath in his body. Well...did he have breath now? He found that he could breath but it did not offer the reprieve from that slight sense of suffocation he had. He would get used to that when he had to. He wondered if his magical prowess was as good as it was. Maybe he needed a tester...oh and look, some kind chap has volunteered! "I suppose we should discuss payment later Bedlam. We have a guest." Edward smiled, taking his helmet from the floor and clipping it back on. His long blue hair still jutted from the bottom though. Edward wasn't sure of his abilities but that didn't matter to him. He stretched forth a had and barked a spell at the corpse of the boy. Like a puppet on strings, it rose from the ground and started to drag itself towards the new arrival. The best thing about controlling a dead corpse was the fact that you could chop them to a million bits and still have the pieces attack the enemy. Edward had the corpse pull a sword from the wall and hold it up will a sickening smile on its features. It's entire face was ripped up from the size of the smile. It looked a little like The Joker only without his make up and the scars were open. The eyes were glassy and the skin as pale as white marble. Edward smiled and dropped his hand. The boy's corpse sank to the floor, once again inanimate. Edward laughed at how he still had the powers of magic he'd always had. "Is there any particular reason you've sealed the castle?" Edward asked, his armour gleaming in the evil black light of the corrupted Mana. Edward had taken a purely natural force and twisted it into a force of his own. Moreover, he was immortal and was able to manipulate matter to his will. Yes, it was quite possible that he was a God. But then again, so long as there was a way for him to die, he was not immortal. But this came close to it. "Let's pretend the Boy doesn't exist for now and talk of payment. I believe that you wanted a soul? Here's one soul for you." Edward smiled, holding the crystal out to her. He then realised that he'd better make up an excuse to keep his own soul. Now what was a good way of putting it? Oh yes! That particular rule of magic would work..."I would offer you my own but it seems to have been corrupted by my animal transformation." Edward smiled, his voice taking on a very innocent yet apologetic tone. Besides, Edward's soul was indeed corrupted. But not by the animal. By his own deeds. To this date he'd slain six hundred and forty-two men. Over ten years the Guild had sent many many weakling magicians to attack him...he'd only met one Third Class in all that time. Crushed him with Pillar of Fire. Edward turned away from the boy and flicked his fingers at the rock jutting from the stone wall. It buckled and formed a chair for him to sit on. He placed himself on the chair and stared with intense eyes at the robed men and women wondering around. These were Bedlam's servants...he would have to make some himself. Ah...he'd have to kill a lot more people to get half as many as she had. Servants would be nice. Maybe he'd start with the Boy who'd chanced upon them.



Spades	Aug 12 2009, 08:29:38 PM Post #10
The Awesomeness Posts: 447 Group: Admins Member #16 Joined: Oct 30, 2008	"Hmm, this place looks oddly like my house. But it isn't!" Kel wandered around looking at the ceilings, with little to no regard towards what was going on. Upon seeing the exits sealed off, he simply shrugged and continued his walk, focused on the roof. "Nope... This certainly isn't my place." He looked at the two people in the center of the room, having tea and speaking of business, laughing and having a jolly good time. Kel laughed at how silly the two of them were, having tea in the middle of the forest. Certainly they had to know that tea and onions would attract all of the woodland creatures, who would all want to share, and the sky would rain gumballs. He scoffed at how silly the two of them were before looking for a way to get out, but all of the ways out were blocked by big rocks. He had to get away before the woodland creatures wanted his onions too. Backed against the biggest rock, he simply watched, hoping that nothing would see him. Upon backing onto the rock, he realized why exactly this location was chosen, as no creatures could get into the grove. (He saw the two of them doing a transaction for a soul, which would require dark magics. Kel found this ridiculous because he knew that large quantities of dark magic draw in the beasts of the Dead plains. These monsters would try to obtain the magic by killing the source, and then blood would pour down from the sky. He knew he had to get away from it, so he looked for an exit, but found none. He knew if any beasts got to him, they would devour him quickly, as he has multiple links to the black plane. He back against a wall and began watching them. He then realized the castle was there to protect them.) Kel looked at the them, and the surrounding people before tipping his head and cracking his neck, his eyes filling with a deep red light. He began to approach them more seriously than he had before.



Carter	Aug 13 2009, 10:03:13 PM Post #11
Misstress of Dark Posts: 22 Group: Members Member #49 Joined: Jun 21, 2009 Character Lafitte Journal http://horundul.net/topic/1840151/1/#new	Black blood dripping quickly from her wrist drained from her strength but gave to her new follower power. Life unending was his from the blood of the demon but youth everlasting was a special gift from her. Edward seemed to be a hardy man he gained the strength to achieve a standing posture quite quickly. He would likely serve his purpose well she thought to herself. Rolling her eyes she watched as her new High Cult Priest tested his power. With a whim he brought a corpse to life and charged it to draw its blade, it did this and he seemed to get a slightly small sickly kick out of the control. He was quite satisfied with his current situation according to his powerful confidence. When he asked about why she had sealed off the Castle she smiled there was reason but she did not have enough trust in him to tell him just yet. Though he housed her blood and therefore was now a part of her there was no telling how much will he had. With the right amount of will he could resist her, this was some thing she would never allow to happen willingly. he would never make the same mistake her master made. To much freedom gave the slave backbone, and she wanted to have a malleable servant to call upon when needed. This meant she had to taste his soul once she had done this she could take grip within his heart and bend him to her will when the time called. Hastily as she approached her throne her throne her aura darkened she listened as he spoke of giving her the soul of the boy, but she intern said nothing. She knew if she came out and told him why she wanted to taste his soul he would mostly likely down right refuse. It was only natural to wish to retain all part of one soul. She would have to lie about this one. One white lie could never hurt they would get past this and continue on with their work. Though it was true that she needed the to fracture a soul in order to take in part of it, it was false that it needed to be his. If her previous high priest had been a better mage he may have survived and she would likely be in a much better position than this. At this point she sat in limbo in between life and death with no heart beat this body would require far more blood sacrifices in order to keep a youthful appearance.The soul of any willing spell caster could spark her heart but the servants of her caslte had either been far to weak or those who were strong sold their soul for more strength."The boys soul will not due...If given to me it will be added to the many thousands I already have," she said this as she kicked one leg up and rested it upon the arm of her chair she was beginning to lose patience, but she wanted to wait before showing herself fully the the new one. some times being ones self wasa deal breaker."I do not require your whole soul I just need a small fraction in order to complete my awakening...Life must breed life and so therefore the soul of the dead is insufficient for this particular application...By taking the blood you agreed to this so asking you is just a formality," she uttered the explanation with sort of strangely sweet tone. Sadly much to her dismay she knew as powerful as she was any powerful necromancer could with the right timing gain control of her. This was the reason she insisted that her servants willingly convert to liches. This way if they felt that they where to strong to listen to her she could force her will on them even if they themselves where hell bent against it. Seeing the intruder with her own eyes for the first time was a bit of a shock he looked rather corpse like himself any way. If this was the case it was quite likely she could simply stop the creature in it's tracks but seeing how Edward sat less then a foot away from her why waste time and do it herself. Pointing at the creature she assumed Edward knew what she wanted done. The beast had come all this way he would not be disappointed instant eradication was called for invited and unasked for he had made his way here with no magic for her to feed off and from the looks of it a rather stagnant soul. It must have tasted rotted and eroded with years of gestation and purification. The soul of an old puppet if it had one was not worth the work and so she would not bother. Pissed and lacking remorse hell would rain upon all those who stood in her way...the doll wanted to approach her with eyes glowing red ready to consume her. With a wave of her hand the main entrance to her Thorn room shut, no one would be leaving the room for while. Unbeknownst to most whom ventured to the bowels of the black citadel was the fact that she constructed the her lair herself from stone bones and souls. Being a necromancer at heart she felt more comfortable inside a beast of her own creation. The castle being essentially a zombie was for the most part completely under her control...only a few times did people disappear with no trace. The walls them selves seemed to cringe for her fury was palpable and felt by all, hellish intent echoed through the halls for no creature living or dead held contempt of this nature. A breeze chill as the night lifted sent of death and decay which seemed to permeate the air, and drift from all the inhabitants of her realm. Though she would have the Edward handle their new guest it was clear she was quite upset with the way things were going." Strike down the creature I wish never lay eyes upon one such as this ever again...Abominations, Demons, Festering Fiends, Grisly Ghouls, and beasts never meant to see the light of day and i have never seen one such as you," Though the creature was interesting and, new that was just that. New and she knew nothing about it it had ventured in unannounced and it proceeded at her and her servants ominously it must have wanted to die she could not save the damned. Edited by Carter, Aug 13 2009, 10:06:41 PM.



Lord Drakoulis	Aug 14 2009, 04:32:54 AM Post #12
Psychologist's.worst.nightmare Posts: 87 Group: Members Member #36 Joined: Feb 16, 2009 Character http://tinyurl.com/Sir-Edward-Morgan, Sir Edward Morgan	Edward got to his feet and unclipped the cloak he'd been wearing upon entering the room. The cloak fell to the floor as he approached the monster. Was this all that the legions of hell could throw at him? He, who was immortal and Godly and insusceptable to the rancorous hatred of the flesh? No, he was God. The purifying light that destroyed all demons. His presence would shake the earth and unman all such demons as this pathetic creature that stood before him. Edward raised his arm lazily. The demon faltered for a moment before moving towards Edward. The Editor barked a word of magic and sent a burst of blue fire at the demon. It got singed on the shoulder and yelped like a dog. In retaliation, the demon brought its arm down in a crushing blow. Edward giggled insanely as the fist came down on top of him. The demon cackled in a deep voice. But its face soon fell as the pain of a thousand knives ran its way up the monster's arm. A glowing blue light went right round the monster's wrist and split the creature's hand from it body. Soon after, the whole thing ignited and burnt into ashes. In a halo of blue electricity, Edward stood, his violet eyes aflame with the amount of energy he was channelling. Edward was a great mage but he was unreconcilable in these moments when the magic ruled him. The demon guttered and screamed as it beheld the stump of where its arm had been. The meter-long electric swords disappeared as Edward raised a hand. The sky above was torn asunder by a horrific crash of thunder. Within The Editor's hand, a sparkling lance of lightning could be seen. The Editor hurled it at the demon. The creature itself had recovered and dodged the deadly bolt. The monster raised its hand and punched Edward into the opposite wall. Edwards armour had a huge dent in the breastplate but the ominous creaking of the item told of its slow recovery. Edward placed a hand on the ground. The Demon looked at him curiously then raised its fist once more. Edward held the crystal of the boy's soul and swallowed it whole. The creature punched at Edward but soon found out its costly mistake. Edward's whole body passed right through the attack. As the Carbon Copy spell faded, the real Editor appeared above the monster. It had just enough time to blink before Edward's dagger lodged between its back-bone and its skull. It coughed blood but still managed to grab Edward and throw him at one of the racks of weapons on the wall. The beast let out a guttural laugh then moved forward once more to finish Edward. The Editor was surrounded by a halo of weaponry that floated near him. Matter control through the manipulation of Mana had served him well. Now it was time for the Demon to die! With a flick of his hand that was almost neglectful, Edward sent the spears and swords and maces towards the awful creature. It dodged a few but eventually the creature had to succumb to the patient death it had been avoiding for more than a millennia. It fell to the floor with a whimper of pain. Edward made a point of checking to see whether the lights had left its eyes yet. The fight had drained Edward but he felt fit to stand. The tiredness he felt was similar to running a mile then lifting some weights. He'd done that on the unity training grounds. It was nothing. Edward sat upon his chair and held a hand out. At the centre, floating an inch above his palm was a small, incredibly bright particle of matter. It was a fragment of Edward's soul. A very special part to everyone but him. It was the part that held his compassion, his love and his desires. A God had no need for such sinful folly such as these. Those emotions were pointless. "You may have but this part milady. Beware taking more than is your due. My sou is blackened by the atrocities I have committed and you'd be a fool to take more than this safe part. Already my soul is infected with the guilt of my sins. Should my soul become poison to you, abstinence would be the advisable course of action" Edward spoke warily he did not feel too happy about tearing apart his soul but it was a necessity in order to get this woman's trust. After that...he would crush Horundul under his boot. The Dead Plains had fallen. And like them, so should the world. Edited by Lord Drakoulis, Aug 18 2009, 06:08:40 AM.



Spades	Aug 17 2009, 08:54:35 PM Post #13
The Awesomeness Posts: 447 Group: Admins Member #16 Joined: Oct 30, 2008	((Eh... Drake, there is no way that Ed could know of Eborl yet. It hasn't been found yet. Also, I'm getting the hell out of your topic. Far too much fluff and lack of description for me to really keep up with. Hope you don't mind my brief intrusion. I hope you two won't overpower yourselves too much though, or I will knock you down to size.)) Kel barely had time to figure out what exactly had transpired, but he knew he was in danger. His eyes returning to their glossy usual selves, he backed up dazed and confused, throwing something at the ground, creating a snap of darkness in which he vanished. Landing just outside the castle, he brushed off the dark magic before heading south, running... Something he did not usually do. Bad things were going on there, and he wanted nothing to do with them.



Carter	Aug 22 2009, 07:23:29 PM Post #14
Misstress of Dark Posts: 22 Group: Members Member #49 Joined: Jun 21, 2009 Character Lafitte Journal http://horundul.net/topic/1840151/1/#new	Eyes wide she watched as the new servant under her command moved to intercept the intruder he was quick but showy in his displays of power. He could have simply sent the beast back with a small display of his power but he choose to show his hubris and likely he over compensated for some thing what she did not know but at this point it did not mater. After a few magical rants and large displays the beast left in a brilliant flash of dark light. with the creature gone it was time to collect her fee she wanted his soul and he had stalled far to long for her liking already. With a small display he unleashed a bright and intense light...it was a fragment of his soul but it was what he was willing to give her. She did not want the very scraps of what he offered, though he thought he was being kind most likely she was quite offended by the way he spoke of corruption. His whole soul could be consumed and diluted by the many thousands she held within her gullet, this would bear her no ill effect what so ever. Pure, virtuous, avarious, malevolent all where on the menu none where to good or to evil to be consumed. Pushing her self up from the seat she locked her eyes upon the young mage, it would simply be easier to drain from him what she wanted rather than barter with him. He was far to snide and weary to allow himself to give up what she wanted from him. A little bit of every thing was required to much of any thing could upset the balance with her and this could be potentially bad. Drifting down the steps of her throne she made her way to him slowly. Reaching her hand out it appeared for a few seconds that she was about take his offer but she knew better."Boy you underestimate the power of Bedlam...do you think me to be some cheap conjurer of tricks beautiful to the eye but fleeting in power, I will take from you what I want you have been given more then you asked and much more power awaits you so long as you surrender your will unto me when I ask...now insult me not with this pitiful portion of your essence," she uttered spit pouring out from her lips her every word seem to house blades though sheathed still held a clear threat behind them, the tone was quite clear. She wanted to see how he would respond to a small rebuke if he was offended by this and defiant in nature she would have to monitor just how much power and trust she could pour in to him. Control was the bottom line in this type of endeavor for his heart still beat and this made him both a great asset and a tool of destruction as well as a great danger to her power if he played his cards right. Taking his hand into her own she rolled his fingers back closing his palm and rejecting the offer for she would simply take it herself. Stepping even closer she placed his hand upon the side of his chair that he had created for himself. Now basically straddling him she took a closer inspection of his soul, their was malice and a drive she found absolutely nostalgic. He was much like she was in the beginning...though by the time she had acquired far less power and she was far older but none the less it was refreshing to know one such as her. Clawed finger upon her hand she gently raised it to his face to take the soul of another requires a gate way and least painful of all was the mouth and so it would be her first choice. As she inched ever closer the smell of sickly sweet death encroached with her. Bedlam had never been able to get rid of the shadowy dark aroma which followed her since the day of her death."Do not resist me I promise the pain is quick and fleeting it shall be done with quite quickly and then you may go on along your way until I call for you for you shall be deified...no longer a man," almost whispering this time she practically sounded as if begging him, it was pure Bedlam to switch moods quite quickly. Taking her seat upon his lap she stared deeply unto him it would take a few seconds to locate every thing she wanted and then a few seconds to take it. Drol forces rising from the floor around them swirl maliciously in colors of grey before swinging in a tinge of green. The air thick with dark forces allowed her to bring forth the avatar of her master. A shadowy outline steeped in ebon flame stood less than a foot behind Bedlam. In order to complete the ritual she had to gift her master with what ever she prepared to partake in her self. It was the way of the world in order to gain some thing she had to give. She would take only a spark but feed the rest to it for it demanded its cut. To fuel her immortality she found that the countless souls of the living were sufficient but power...power like she had now was only possible through the creature who would remain unnamed. Pressing her self ever closer to the Edward she finished her search she had found plenty more then enough to spark her new life and appease the beast behind her. Opening its room wide wings the demon used them to encircle his servant and her underling. All the preparation were complete the process could go on as long as the Edward was willing. If he was not she would have to drain his magic and his will in order even take a fraction of what she wanted. This was always risky business her overlord did not take to kindly to failure and so she made it her business to never fail it for the consequence where always serve and she could not afford a set back at such a crucial time. a ghoulish glow now emanating from Bedlam showed that she was now in the late phases of the ritual. Her body as always served as a conduit in which energy could pass from the world she inhabited to the world of her master. Eyes like glowing white disks steeped in untold magic, she spoke the language of her demon lord as she siphoned mana from the air around into usable forms."Now give unto me and I shall pour into to you power any other human could only dream of," she said while inhaling deeply, pressing her head upon his chest she looked upon eyes still set upon his face the process always drained her and it was beginning to show. though dimly lit her throat seemed to be the focal point for soul siphoning ritual. As the pale green light grew in intensity the portions of his soul she wished for became clear within Edward. Fractions of his drive his ambition his malice his thirst for power she wanted only what held in such high regard, for even small parts of these sections could produce far more power then what had had previously offered her.



Lord Drakoulis	Aug 23 2009, 07:23:35 AM Post #15
Psychologist's.worst.nightmare Posts: 87 Group: Members Member #36 Joined: Feb 16, 2009 Character http://tinyurl.com/Sir-Edward-Morgan, Sir Edward Morgan	Edward's soul twisted inside him. He knew that this woman...or thing in the shape of a woman was doing something unacceptable to him. But the power she bespoke would be awesome indeed. His power was already considerable and if more was added to it...he would be able to make his own planet! He'd truly be a God. But Edward was sly. He knew that if she attempted all of his soul then he'd become a husk of a man. Something that looked like a human but was far from it. He could raise himself above such petty differences if he required. But he would not be incarcerated to Bedlam as a servant. She had enough already. God had no reason to serve a demon. "Take as much as you want Bedlam. But I be careful if I were you...my soul is unlike any other you've devoured before." Edward grinned, un-clicking his helmet and taking the garment off. Underneath his eyes blazed with a furious amount of power. Edward was a spectacular magician and had so-far only shown a few signs of what his power was truly like. Any man could do what he'd been doing. Any mage of any note could. But what Edward could do was far beyond that of a mere magician. It was his talent for magic that had made him 3rd class. Any more and he'd be classed as unsafe. Edward took his soul's remnants and welded them into his body. It wasn't like holding onto the soul that was being drained...more like preserving a small part of it. Inside his body, another soul began to form. Bedlam didn't know it, but she was acting as a syphon for all the poisonous rancour and desire in Edward's heart. She was making him innocent again. ((As for layman's terms, Bedlam was syphoning the soul Edward had mutated while he made another one straight from his consciousness. He then stuck that one into the depths of his person so that if Bedlam took more than her fair share, Edward's other soul would be all that was left. This is a very risky technique because it can move on to an identity crisis or even compression of the two souls leading to the death of that individual.)) Edward then realised the danger he was in. He tried to hurl as much of his soul away as possible. He didn't care for where it was going. If both souls remained somewhat intact then he'd die. He needed one to be less than 25% whole. He needed to shred one of his identities. "Absorb all of it!" Edward screeched in terror. Every cell in his body was dying. He could feel it happening from the inside out as his heart began to falter. He hated the look of how things were going. As far as he could tell, it was like bursting two balloons filled with two separate liquids. The person he was and the person he'd created were melding. His soul was too big for his body. If he cast a spell in that instant he'd blow himself up from sheer weight of Mana. He'd backed himself into a corner. Then the relief came. It was painful but he knew that Bedlam had taken enough of his soul to ease some of the tension in his body. His cells were no-longer dying but they were going dormant instead. He'd saved some of his personality but at what cost? Had he just made himself even weaker than he was coming here? Probably so. He now had two souls that had both been reduced to 25%. He only had a half-complete soul now. He'd thrown away too much... "Dang it!" Edward spewed, falling to his knees as his left arm went numb. His whole body was ceasing to function properly. He'd need forever to recover! That little trick had cost him more of his soul that it would've to just let Bedlam do her thing. But Edward's unwillingness to serve had made him so very weak. Everything but his mind had ceased to function now. He couldn't even move his eyeballs. Finally, mercifully, he fell into a coma-like state. Edward Morgan had defiled his own soul in hopes of not serving another. He'd ripped himself- his very identity- to shreds and made himself an infirm. He knew that he might die but now he wasn't even aware he could move. All he could do was hear and think. His whole body was tarnished.



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