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 Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2018 10:09 pm
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Motherglare rolled 4 10-sided dice:
2, 3, 5, 10
Total: 20 (4-40)
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2018 8:51 pm
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  Two enemies fell, amidst the terrain, the beasts unfamiliar to the seas and land foregoing their travel as they slunk back into the broken terra.
FWIITCH! Blood sprayed whence the arrow landed. One caught by the running Queen's last night rider. And still, his neck bolted with green blue veins as he pulled a final stab into one of the adversaries. "LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!"
The injured paladin shouted as he and both the enemy had expired after gored by their weapons crossed from neck to belly.
"SER TOBIN!" Her scream splintered by the squalling cries of the babe she tucked by her breast with tears too late to spark the dead back to life as the horse now flew with one rider light. To continue as it was trained though the beast too was bolstered by the emotion of loss. To protect what it's master couldn't. And just at the sound of the queen's cries, wine red lips would smile as the apparition would then appear in slow whirls. The clips of the mare flattening the earth in springs as it would swish under a narrow swoop. The prior wave of the enemies falling back.
The last to emerge, being one of the enemy's worst. Flying with the dust blowing by the heels of her bloody shoes. Souls moaned as she would suck them in, swishing their misery like ice and bourbon to make for a refreshing taste. Too lost in her craft, she was licentious! Bold! And as the glowing red orbs landed on the fleeing royal, breath of sirens revealed her form.
"My Queen wishes for you to perish. So you must."
Giggled she, the Cinder Witch as she conjured psijic energy, converted to a force similar to it. Though on the spiritual spectrum as the gathering aura would oblong into a spear. Pointing it at the woman riding the horse, all in her sight. |
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Motherglare rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2018 8:52 pm
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𝙿 𝚛 𝚎 𝚕 𝚞 𝚍 𝚎 Thank you, Friend.
The beast, the mare of Ser Tobin's Stallion remained ever loyal. Trained by the best grounds keeper from lands afar, it reared it's legs and swiveled with a crunch to pass the spear.
Vaulting over the uneven stones with the gilded horseshoes of a kingdom now gone, even casting a greater distance between the two. Carrying it's injured rider deeper into the districts of Kano. The weeping babe seemed to have stilled, exhausted from the restless travel as she tucked her son snugly into her arm without the defeat of ever letting him go. The cackle of the Red Witch almost an inch to her ear.
"Thirty lives dropped...and more at home...~ Was the life of a b*****d infant worth it?"
A hiss coming to lick the stilled instance at the rider's nape. "And you DARE think to be QUEEN?"
Tears licking down her face, the properties of ailment dull and dusted as they were airier than the wisps of her old ghosts that she could not bring with her. Her cries only hushed even though the cracks of red magic whipped over her back, turning her skin into rosen scars. Her blood tightened hand, twisting on the reigns, only squeezing with more conviction as she'd carry the will of future countries on her back whilst the future was held by her breast.
The soft spoken bumbling girl was left behind castle walls many years ago. Ignoring the dependence on false bravery. The simpering expression of a crying woman tightening into that of instinct. No, she could not forget fear but she will shove it beside her as the desire to protect was even stronger.
Her head jerking up to look at the vilified enchantress. Her eyes darker and dirtier than the floors she once scrubbed as her halls will one day again sing her name.
Plum beaten lips cut and chalked of bashed marks broke to reform the homely shape, uttering but the one word her cracked voice would softly allow. "Achát."
The beast only blinked, it's gaunt features from the desperate nights and shaking bones telling it that it's duty must come to a close. Hearing it's name again could only grant it peace as it would softly whinny and snort. The soft chestnut gleam in its eyes as it would then snap to a dilated focus. They may not remember the name of every one that was slaughtered. But the mare knew, with it's old, humble additions, that it will live another moment in at least the scar of an enemy.
The Mare Achát hopped into an appropriate ledge, cornered so narrow. Here is where the witch would arrive, and with sadistic glee aim to eradicate all of them as she would approach the vulnerable prey.
"FWIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!"
The cherry orbs turned into cherry knots as the horseshoes of the Faraam Castle horse would knock the soul out of her skull from a deafening crack. Her shadow weaned as the figure would slump, arms tangled as the lifeless eyes would stare up at a figure most disappointed before the light in them would fade...as would the rest of the body now turned ethereal and gone.
But in that last course, her horse had fallen. The baby safe, the queen however...underneath. Her leg caught. Still despite it all, the queen could only hold the dying muzzle of the sorrowful animal. One that has lived it's years in pastures and strides. The pads of worn fingertips softly stroking the nuzzle all the while comforting the little babe. Her tearful eyes closing, forehead to the mane to say goodbye to her horse who served her so well up until now. Feeling the heat of the enemies fade while the shock from feeling nothing from her leg had her looking to the sky in woe.
The slender fingers feeling the little ones curl over hers. Her eyes woeful as she'd tuck him closer. "It'll be alright...." The baby would coo and yawn as the vultures above them would circle. Smiling as above her the world bled sin and chaos. Her tears finally fading for she foresaw the next outcome. The glow in her eyes permitting memories of old to flash as it would show her the faces of her heroes mingling with the souls of their reincarnations today.
Met here today all by their choices, saved by the grace of their effort, tossed into a pitfall to meet them on the same playing fields once more. Hugging the babe, crying into his body for by the end, she had forseen that the infant would also draw his last breath seconds after the vision ended. Fate having cast a short willed destiny for the babe that was meant to for more. Stroking the small face as she would fold the cover over the sweet angelic babe. "Artur..." Laying slumped, feeling the tiredness sweep over. Wishing for once for the waves of this world to just take her. Dismiss her of the miseries of the fate that was her life. Then a soft chuckle and soft footsteps in a ball once upon a time had her remember. Another knock in her vision, as the sight of an old aged knight had climbed adversary after adversary, carrying the fire of family in him so strong that it lit her own. So many had fallen in her name. Bile rose to her throat. Feeling her grip as another had once upon a time to do what needed to be done. A vein would crack over her hand as it began to move to open a latch in her pouch.
The destiny of King would shift. As in the moment the maw of darkness only teased inside the blossoms of an old vintage household. The small voice whispering a bud of darkness. Whether it would survive, time can only tell. Time was ticking.
And a vein of black would course through her to reach for the wire trap. Her tears already spilling as she finished the final strap.
She shivered. Letting the seed dissolve into her head while something in her reckoned with a storm that now made it's way to the coast. Her life force flickering like a flame on a short wick. In her eyes, a charge of ink splashing into them as her lips would tighten.
CINCH-CHHK!
The birds spread outward.𝙁𝙄𝙑𝙀 𝙔𝙀𝘼𝙍𝙎 𝙇𝘼𝙏𝙀𝙍 ▼
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Motherglare generated a random number between
25 and 75 ...
29!
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2018 11:54 pm
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________________________________________________________________________
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The stilt of her leg softly scratching the table. Chains confined to the ever present wrists as she was kept in a hovel. Rumor had it that the kingdom of Wano had been praised in health within the last few years. So much so that resilience to disease had raised a bar a standard. Medical imports rocketing the values and assets in favor of as even some pockets of the influential would make a trip here.
Little did they know, that it took the lifebane of one. Through her veins, the city thrived. And soon enough....they will all come back, crawling as they were, to the Mother Queen. As the demure eyes would shift to the oncoming Duchy of Wano. Feeling the lashes scream under her sleeves already but for the years to come she remained with one thought. And it made her smile ever so faintly even now, though not for him.
Once again she would hold her hands out as if to be expected. Reading his fortune as the servants already went to work to collect her tears. Tears she seemed to just produce these days without thinking too much into it. Touching the smooth almost dainty palms of the beauteous man of governing power. When he would ask with his usual silken purr, she would respond to him as he'd sit in his usual spot. The violet iridescent of his eyes a touch more excited today.
"Everything looks better...from above, my King." His eyes cooled to slits as she spoke.
"The West is in your name. For the next three years you can be unrivaled. However,"
The voice no music could capture but the chains of oppressive desire itself. The caged bird however did not seem to mind. Nor did she ever even when every day was about as miserable as the next. For years ago her tears did spill endlessly over one soul. Not the child she lost years prior. Nor humiliation, his twisted punishments, the fall of her kingdom, the way kindness brought her misery...
"...never rely on anything so fickle, Vima."
He would remove his hands as though she were a beggar in spite of elation of the news. Moon orbs slicing at her with the shark-like greed he'd long possessed since making his way to the top. Knowing a treasure and a stepping stone when he sees one. A psychic no one will believe. With powers so.... extendable, confirmed the strut grin of Wano's Jewel. An icon and a new modern day thinker, socialist and amazingly somehow a hard balled economist in one. Now he played the game of politics. Thus! The politician made strides and further administered himself into the prior noble's parlay.
But alas. He had forgotten who it was that gave it all to him. Looking at this pathetic cow in rags history could call his mother. History too, had forgotten but not Fate. Now her, the one chained. Looked up at the Duchys with trace hints of her features in him.
The betrayal of her son who locked her up for powers sake. Perhaps she would see more of herself in him if she loved him enough. Shame. Of all the fates, he could have come the closest. "Child." Her voice like buttermilk, flooded his ears with distant childhood. Were it not for his sins, would they be a family? Were it not for his resentment, could she forgive him? His defensive expression took on a shard of hope, waiting for her to possibly connect with him. But the ghostly orbs of her own would only answer that he felt the symptoms of the heart now....because he was close to his end.
Enter, Arsinoe.
Eyes of time coming to unwind as if she had returned from a spell. No longer a ghost of idle years. From the core of her unfaltering gaze, he saw someone else. The kindness of a mother's hesitation was long gone. Her hands held together over something quite precious.
"You know nothing ever lasts forever." The tears melting off the cast shackles that dug into her skin. He would turn in a frenzy to see the servants scratch at their veins turned so black they became rotting nymphs of oak. Just like their hearts, he stopped. Looking at the woman who sat comfortably. The woman who had nothing--
Looks at him stay the same. Contemplate all the options, all the ideas, tactics, experience he had gone through to measure the best success. And his own veins slowly corroding deep within. His she made sure came slow and steady, just like the hands that spoiled him since he was taken from her care.
"But you'll learn that, I, will." She would touch the soft vial within her hands. Inside containing the last remnant of a girl's silliness holding hands with her love ever after, whilst her own heart came tumbling down. A soft tear of pure gold like years before almost threatening to spill as she stroked the little thing. "...Unfortunately." Looking at the poison, between her son and her concoction, the nature incomparable. His body would learn and the Duchys, glaring at her with his head slumped over her knee in his collapse. "You can't truly hate what you never loved. That I promise you."
His eyes bleeding a trail of milky tears as his too would turn gold, almost brighter than hers until all was white. He would feel the cold press of her palm cover his eyes minutes before his world would grow dark.
So would the floors of Kingdom Come feel the heat leaving from the cheeks that fell onto them. Bodies of magistrates, swirling politicians, and Counts of this land who had taken from her, now paid in full with extinction. Dripping with alchemy, her Highness now stood. The ash of the former Duchys splashing into nothing.
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Motherglare generated a random number between
25 and 75 ...
41!
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2018 8:56 pm
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Motherglare generated a random number between
25 and 75 ...
49!
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2018 12:14 am
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________________________________________________________________________
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This was the start of how it all will end. They used to shout her name, now they whisper it. Funny little creatures they were. Just like their historical ancestors, you give them a little morsel or coin, they follow you and with one mistake they ride you through your hearts. Every one of their faces rose bile in her throat---when she was young. Now, they were just as they were. Subjects behind the mercy of her rule and construct. A ghostly apparition would softly tug at her arm. Turning over and it would be the soft smile and bubbly eyes of her younger self. The melody of such a rancidly sweet tone exuding her idiocy once more. They're important, all of them. Without them, there is no us!
The Queen would turn her head as the girl went ahead to join the side of the taller. Another p***k in her heart but little by little she could almost imagine it would fade. Before them, there was me. Before them, before him.
The funeral procession passed without so much as protest. They cast stone of Vima Ganishka with ashes within in an open casket, delivered for every inch of this decrepit Kingdom to see. For once this miserable country fed well on their own tears they made themselves. He was young but very popular. Capable, sharp witted, an overall beloved figure.
They'll soon forget him the moment those walls fall down and their lives cast in disarray.
The Queen Regent long conjured that her son was more of a businessman than he was a ruler. What good was money if you couldn't make enough to buy out every enemy that attacked with so little defenses. Her eyes burned into the court meetings that followed, listening to the same prattle over and over. Listening to the foolish vanguard speak of mixing in foreign help along with hiring mercenaries. Never had the room felt so thick with predatory prowl so much so that they refused to glance the other way of her gaze.
These were foot farmers and peasants she remembered once upon a time, grooming to the positions they were in. And during the years she was gone, their fingers had gotten far too fat and their demeanor much too comfortable. Charred prairie rings caught onto them. Watching how these gophers thought to make her proud. "Be quiet." They seemed to remember how these positions opened, by mass elimination. And for the same purpose, they remembered quite well, the events of last week and of the prince's death.
Left to pick at their brains what her methods were, her majesty chuckled. Still as rabbits underground, she got what she wanted. Whatever chaos that quelled could only wait with their ears up against the wall. "I left you all to advise my son and look where that got him."
Her voice was especially warm, what with their blood already running cold at the meaning. Their skins clammy, unsure whether it was the Witch's curse or it was through airborne disease of her design but they held fast to her words if it meant surviving another hour. "It's to be expected whenever power presents an opportunity. Tell me." Scars riding down every bit of her body since tortures of all perversion met them back in full brandish. "Don't tell me." Her voice returned from sanded breaks to christmas silver and winter yule soft. Her eyes taking on an appreciative glow as her expression remained lax. They were so quick to catch their breaths. A couple even quicker to turn blue.
She could let her emotions run now. She could use the last bit of her ability unimaginable by mere mortals to twist off every head like a cap off a drink. Break their bones or have their families and lovers and peers watch. Flood this country's income across the sea, burn it down. Flatten every home. Run the roads with rats. Everything amounted to the same in the end. They would make no difference.
But. The blades of winged halberds bloomed from behind their chairs. Painting them a new shade over the vermilion lacquered crests.
It would make her feel just a teeny bit better.
Her re coronation was imminent. Crown aside, their submission will suffice. By title they already knew and thus she would declared Ruler. Arsinoe didn't need another vanguard. Her true enemies were those of beyond body shaped beings. She felt the weakness of his body, and powers of the past splintered and broken. Once a sorceress of considerable power, whose might spread the numbers of the old Knights. A most sweet lover dualed being anyone's worst enemy. So odd was this that she now found herself ruminating about simple things like enjoying cheese and butter fingers. Now so much closer to her inner peace. Ahh yes.
There was much to be done. x - Enter
She would be eating a cheese string or two whilst summoning them.
A voice so smooth and angelic would transcend to reach the Chosen Three by ear. Spoken in them with the connection granted with a connection so...so g-grand!
A heavenly broadcast "My Dear Knights of the Realm, I summon thee.
Into the Heart of Kano where I have conquered.
Oh my, this is rather good. Mm.. [enter, serious gaze]
I will be so much better to you than you all last perished in your prior lives.
Come once more, my doves, to the New Grand Order.
Ahh yes, might it be that I should add that my conditions are extreme and that my word is ultimate. Alright take care on your way now, the address is Ihn-Kyung Street, past that, [breath quickens] a-huge-oriental-Castle-and-ask-for-Arsinoe-your-new-Queen."
The last of her psychic power now gone with that witchcraft of telepathy.
Oh Morgan, how low you've fallen. You must have gone decrepit, you foolish--wait is that even what a dignified Queen should say?! How dare you---
Busy with the thoughts of eating, the Queen would soon ignore such words of the insolent. The spectre of a fallen Fire Witch came to give heated words to her ear, was that all? For so many years this little thing had bothered and latched onto her that she had all but forgotten. "You know, it's so droll the way we were in the olden era. Let's try being fashion forward. These days, I am to be known as Arsinoe, the Peerless." Snacking on more of the food to be less serious and more lax.
Hah, feed yourself to the grounds, pig! For you will perish soon! The others--
"The others will come, as will my Knights even faster. I am a glutton but no fool." Peeling away her fourth cheese string. Feeling a little overwhelmed by the genius of the packaging these days. However she remained vigilant to the facts. "A few already know better than to hide from fate. The rest will eventually find that out themselves."
Will foreshadowing or predetermined inflection ensure their arrival?
Only the fates will find that out.
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