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Post by Dorian Walsh on Dec 11, 2009 19:29:17 GMT -5
It was a quiet morning, the sun shone delicately on the palace floors etched in marble. He sat, as most days, in a large comfortable chair covered in red velvet. The velvet was sewn so as to cever the chair in diamond-shaped pillows in the fabric, and at ech intersection a black beaded-button sat. The chair itself was accented in mahogany wood, a gorgeous chair to look upon. However more stunning than the chair itself was it's occupier. King Dorian.
He sat with brown leather boots that came to his knee, blue pants and black belt met with a white half-buttoned shirt all covered in a medieval style black jacket accented with gold vine embroidery. His dark hair fell in lacy tendrils over his shoulders and his eyes, thoughtful in their array of color watched the dust in the light.
His thoughts reflected in his eyes, the return of his wife. Little was known as to where she had gone, though he knew she did this from time to time. Wandering off to find her center than returning as the kind Queen she was. Until then, there was little he could do, apart from tending to kingdom matters as obligated.
A breath left through his nostrils, perhaps today he would have a visitor. His head rested on his left hand as he continued to watch the pool of sunlight on the marble floor before him.
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Dysin Hexfire
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Post by Dysin Hexfire on Dec 14, 2009 18:30:36 GMT -5
Dysin had not slept since his return, merely bathed and toiled over his newest trouble, the sword. However, now was the time to visit with his enemy. The sky darkened as always and the plants appeared to die at his presence. Keep in mind it was only an illusion, a part of the spell that kept the dragon under his control. Daylight approached and Dysin did not even offer a yawn toward the rising sun. He brought his beast down at the gates. The dragon then roared, maliciously loud. A sound that was made only by Dysin's beast. The roar seemed to demand Micah's attention as well as that of the rest of his subjects. The servants did not approach, for his dragon kept them all at bay as it adjusted itself to fold in it's enormous wings, growling menacingly at any who attempted to approach.
Dysin dismounted and entered the palace, ignoring any words spoken to him. He made his way directly to where his brother would notice him. If he hadn't already made his presence clear, it began to lightly rain, again. It was a good thing Dysin enjoyed rain, otherwise he would have grown tired of it. However the rain was not answered by distant mournful cries here, so it appeared to be a normal morning mist, despite the darkness of the morning. The dark prince took a place near a large detailed window to watch the storm progress. His brother would arrive soon, and Dysin was almost apprehensive of seeing his brother. Micah may not feel the same about the reunion, yet the fact remained, they were brothers, and Dysin-despite his dark disposition, still had some decency left in him. Even though his true nature was slowly consuming him.
A black and green mist filled an area by the gates. Someone must have tried to touch his dragon. Once, the creature had breathed fire, as any other self-respecting dragon, but now, Dysin had it, and now the beast breathed a dark magic. The gas was deadly to those who breathed it, and made the skin of those in it's path seem to burn with invisible fire. Dysin cared not if anyone had been caught in the creatures breath, only that he could someday expand his magic, beyond what was known in the immediate times.
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Post by Dorian Walsh on Dec 14, 2009 18:33:24 GMT -5
He’d been awake, all evening for that fact not once taking care that night was beckoning his sleep for the following day but as its whispers of needed slumber faded Dorian cared once to glance through a crystal window to the rising sun. He smiled to himself midst the moment but that grin soon withered to distraction and discomfort. That acrid roar seeped past even the mornings glory and it was one Dorian never once wished to have heard again. The papers sprawled across his desk where left to their rest as he removed the small specks from their perch upon his nose only to lay them in joining the mess below. Standing he wasn’t exactly thrilled to step from that secluded office he called haven but knew he must for Dysin’s past earned respect.
Slipping into his common wear Dorian slowly, but indeed surely had made his way to the entrance forcing open the doors with a belittled strength. There was this look on his face, this almost brewing glare that said just that of his thoughts. “What.” was it yet he didn’t say it. This he did speak in a posed greeting meaning little that he’d actually been pleased to see his brother.
“Dysin, pleasure to see you again and as I can tell the years have been generous to you.” His smile made it a mask but Dysin would indeed be able to see past all Dorian used to façade what he’d really thought.
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Post by Dysin Hexfire on Dec 14, 2009 18:37:59 GMT -5
“Is that any way to greet an old friend?” Dysin said in reply to the implied “what” presented by Dorian. “After all, I have been gone for quite a long time,” He ran a hand over the satin curtains, “didn't you miss me?” His face relaxed into a casual smile. People had meant little to him since the day Dorian's reign had begun. “Anyway. Enough small talk Dorian. I just thought you may be interested to know that I have obviously returned. I thought I'd pay a visit to my old friend. Like old times.” All this really meant little to Dysin, the real reason he was here was hidden, and would remain as such until he found what he needed. Already Dorian had implied that Dysin was not welcome and showed little interest in his return.
Dysin's eyes slid around the room, settling on the door from which Dorian had come. Perhaps there were secrets there. Suddenly Dysin had a thought. This thought, though somewhat of a cliché, caused another smile to slide across his features. He took a seat in one of the lavish chairs. “You've done well for yourself friend.” He ran a finger over the small table beside him, and looked at it. “Not a speck of dust. How many slaves do you have now brother? Enough to keep you happy and well fed, I suppose.” It was a light insult, but Dysin was only using this useless talk of nothing as an excuse to observe Dorian and his palace. He watched the king thoughtfully. Wondering what was going on in his enemy's mind. What rage might be boiling? What words may spill out next? Dysin was soon to know.
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Post by Dorian Walsh on Dec 14, 2009 18:40:46 GMT -5
There was really nothing Dorian could or would have said as Dysin toiled on with his questions, then comments followed by more questions, but he knew better than to blow up and demand he leave for he did in fact owe respect to his old friend for…well, being like his brother and little brother for that matter. Only by a few years was Dorian his elder and this had caused such a corruption but even still…
His lips twitched in the frustration that his mind was fuming midst, but he stayed quiet, his voice a flawless façade to that very same anger.
“Well, welcome home then.” His eye twitched, that balled anger getting to him about now though he was well at holding it. His single green eye flickered across the room a moment as Dysin spoke again.
“You would know having the same spoon fed lifestyle. Difference is I work to gain my respect, and you? I haven’t seen you life a finger in a long while, I’ve seen what you city has become...” His eye moved back out the window to see that cast ruined silhouette of Dysin’s Kingdom, well, the tips of it anyway.
“Why are you here? Obviously you don’t care to see me then what is it you want?” The question wasn’t a free for choose though, Dorian knew Dysin wanted many things including his own friend’s blood on his hands, but at the moment Dorian left it a straight forward question that surely Dysin would know how to reply rightfully to.
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Post by Dysin Hexfire on Dec 14, 2009 18:43:04 GMT -5
Seeing he had clearly overstayed his welcome Dysin made a point of his goodbye with a simple glance. A glance that held all his devious nature, giving away the knowledge he was planning something.
“Why I'm here has little meaning to you. In any case it is time we parted ways, friend. Goodbye.” With that Dysin turned on his heel and walked to the front gates.
Outside he found his dragon mantling before the guards. Who looked as if they were trying to trap the beast. It let out a long, bellowing growl.
“Leave it be!” Called Dysin. “This beast is none of your concern, how dare you think to touch it.” The servants clamored away as the self titled "Dark Prince" strode over to his winged giant. Suddenly a small, tired looking boy raced through the gates. He was a messenger, and Dysin, being of little patience, and strong will, grabbed the boy, and snatched the scroll from his hands. The boy merely cringed on the ground in fear of the dark lord. The scroll informed him of the arrival of Prince Johnathan, The Ace of Spades. The prince was close friends with Dorian. This news was important, for now Dysin would have to prevent an alliance between the two white faymen.
With the newly acquired knowledge, he threw the scroll down at the boy and mounted his dragon. Almost immediately the beast was airborne and Dysin already pondering his next move.
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Post by Wes Masters on Dec 16, 2009 16:45:35 GMT -5
Wes stood beyond the palace entrance and listened to the fued. His skillfully trained eyes never blinked once as he watched the out play of the situation. His curiosity was peeked at the sight of two brothers quarrelling. Of coarse, they had no clue to that small detail as Wes had. A smile smile threatened the corners of his mouth as he thought his wicked thoughts. How could they not know that they were brothers though? It should be obvious to them. Wes laughed on the inside about his trickery. It was a great and powerful ordeal. If they ever found out the truth of it all though, there would be hell to pay.
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Post by Constance Walsh on Mar 24, 2011 12:14:49 GMT -5
((First post, do tell me if I've messed up xD))
Her hands threaded tighter in the horse's mane as she thought of him. Oh, how she missed her king, no matter how hard she tried to hide it. He was the other half to her heart, her balance... And she was so close now, so close to him that it was almost torturous.
It was never leaving that was difficult, all it would take was one kiss and an adoring gaze into each other's eyes before she would leave, exhilirated by the freedom of it all. Leaving was necessary from time to time, not because she found his prescence dull and tedious---- far from that. But at times, she felt the wild urge to wander, to explore new things... and Dorian, he could never go with her. Their hearts had to lie with the kingdom, that she knew, but how she wished that for even a day, they could go somewhere together!
But no matter. Soon, she would be home, wrapped in his embrace. The two weeks that she had spent away had been almost dull without him, especially near the end. She was starting to lose her wanderlust, though she hadn't the faintest idea why.
Perhaps, she would no longer wish to travel after these two weeks; right now, she wanted nothing more than to be at his side as his Queen again. And she knew how much her flightyness hurt him at times, how he disliked being apart. She spurred the horse on faster, ignoring the tangled mess the wind was making of her hair. Anything to get to him faster!
Finally, she reached the castle, and spent a precious few minutes tidying herself up, though even with her tangled hair, she still looked stunning. Her silky yellow dress flowed down her like a sun-kissed waterfall, and her gray-green eyes sparkled. Her narrow face was seemingly framed by dazzling tendrils of sunlight, and when it was brushed, it looked as lush as the silk of her dress.
As she entered the castle, servants crowded around her, offering their services.
"I'll have none of that now." She chided gently, and they all cleared out. She desired no special treatment, right now, all that mattered was reaching her king.
She walked into the chamber he occupied the most, and strode lightly into it. His head was bowed slightly, did he see her? She could no longer control her feelings, and ran up to him, burrowing herself into him.
"Oh, my king, how I have missed you!"
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Post by Dorian Walsh on Mar 26, 2011 13:55:47 GMT -5
As the goblin king took his leave, Dorian's anger fell to a low rumble in the back of his mind. In some ways he understtod the goblin, but in others he could little more than cast his gaze down upon him as the unworthy, venomous serpent he was. And yet there was still some brotherly connection, some thought, some feeling about the goblin he couldn't shake, but he knew he resented it. Half an hour passed and by then the dark curse of death caused by Dysin's mere presence had lifted and Dorian's kingdom was bright as it should be. He hadn't noticed that he now had returns and stood within the room, head bowed over his desk still bothered by Dysin's intrusion. Why had he come? What had he wanted? It was then he heard a voice. A voice such as the sound of crystal bells, one that hung so dearly in his heart, his anger was forgotten. He looked up, there she was, wild as the seasons and a vision of beauty, his queen. "Constance," he smiled, his eyes softening as he looked gently upon her, thankful that Dysin's evil presence was long gone. It was then he wondered if she had met with him on her way in. He made his way around the desk, open armed, toward her. he would envolop her in warmth, so dainty was she. So sweetly did she smell. He would rest his cheek upon her soft tendrils, his voice a deep whisper. "The winds have been kind to you, my love. Has your restless spirit had it's fill of wanderlust?" He pulled back to look at her, forest-green eyes attentive to her every breath. "Tell me darling, nothing unpleasant crossed you path during your return?" He hoped his wife would never have to brave the unlucky happenstance of meeting Dysin in the flesh, or hearing the scream of the poor creature he tortured to keep under his command. The worry of this did glint in his eyes, followed by the hint of anger that thoughts of Dysin always stirred. Constance would surely notice the change in his expression as her king did fret for her happiness.
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Post by Constance Walsh on Mar 26, 2011 15:58:18 GMT -5
Ah, her King, how wonderful it was to see him! He was so close she could smell him now, that husky woodsy smell that always surrounded him. It was home to her, when she was in his arms.
"I think so Dorian, I think so. The thought of leaving again leaves me breathless." She said, meeting his forest eyes with her sky ones.
Then she frowned slightly, perplexed. "No, dearest, I encountered nothing out of the ordinary but servants. You look.... troubled, my King. Has something disturbed you?"She asked, before enfolding herself in his embrace.
Yes, there it was again. Empathetic as she was, she could sense some sort of.... unease around him, though she doubted she had caused it.
Still, she couldn't help but feel the joy that was surely radiating from her being. She was with her King, nothing could be wrong now.
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Post by Dorian Walsh on Mar 28, 2011 11:02:03 GMT -5
He could not, and would not lie to his queen, however he did not want her brow creased with thoughts of troubles that were his.
"I had a visitor shortly before you arrived," he kissed her forehead gently before releasing her and made his way to the grand window. Beyond the velvet curtains, he looked out toward the goblin realm. "Dysin, the goblin king entered this very hall, though for what purpose I do not know." He took in a breath and let it out again. "Do not let this bother you my darling, whatever purpose he had here, it was not fulfilled. Next time he will not be allowed entry."
Dorian knew nothing of the sword, nor did he know Dysin had come for the very purpose of finding the room in which Dorian and his queen now stood. The small bookshelf near his desk held the one volume that he needed. But neither king would know that it was that book that was the key to the sword's use, and also possibly the key that could unlock the downfall of either kingdom.
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Post by ali on Mar 28, 2011 11:34:02 GMT -5
The girl listened through the door, eaves dropping on her king's purpose. It had only been days before when she had been introduced to the king, a rescued slave from Dysin's grip. No one however, knew of her blight. She was blackmailed, and from that was now a theif, a tratior. The girl listened. From what Slepnir had told her, the answers she needed were in this room. She couldn't enter, not with the king and queen both occuping and blocking her treasure. She had to move quickly, should she wait, Dysin may cut out her tongue and have his way with her upon her return. She shivered, she must return to him...Dysin, her king.
Tears welled in her eyes, she hated this, hated that she must do this. Hated her tratorus way, even if she was forced into it. She had to move. She closed her eyes tightly until the tears stopped, blue eyes shining.
She had no powers of air or invisibility, she was a fairy of nature and fire. How could she enter that room and sieze that book? Weeping again, her body turned to tiny vines, they twisted and turned until her body looked to be nothing more than a spiraling mass of a plant that had grown up through the stones of the castle floor. Slowly she climbed and crawled beneath the door. Inside the room, Dorian and Constance stood opposite her. Dorian at the window, Conctance much closer to her, but still far enough away she might not be seen.
She moved slowly, silently, the rusling of leaves would not be heard. She knew nothing of these two, as her life had been broken and used in Dysin's palace. She knew nothing of the kindess they had, but if caught, she would surely know their cruelty. However she thought it was better than the fate Dysin would have for her if she failed him...if she failed..it didn't matter what happened to her, it was her sister. If her sister was still alive she HAD to do this.
Eventually she reached the bookcase. She climbed and then centered herself over the tome, pulling it from it's place, covering it in vines. The way back to the door would be harder now. She crept back, back, back. Now at the door, she could not fit beneath it with the book. Her fay heart began to race. She could never return here. Not after this crime. She climbed up the door and opened it, the sound would direct attention at her, a mass of small vines wrapped around the handle with a book among them. She had no choice, as a vine she pulled herself to the other side of the door, took fairy form and ran.
She cried, and ran. She didn't know if guards would be called, but she ran. How she hated how foreced her hand was, but now she had to leave, return to Dysin, and hopefully, save her sister.
Without thinking, she threw herself through the stained glass window, shattering the picture of the fabled Rue Hawkins and the brillian fleet, and raced through the sky, her wings burned but she couldn't slow down.
Dysin I have done your wretched deed...now keep your promise. She thought, and raced away.
((OOC: There may have been powerplay, but in order for the plot to continue she had to at least grab the book and get out of the castle. Ali and Dysin's plot needs this event. Dorian and Constance can do whatever you want at this point lol. I have a plan!))
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Post by Constance Walsh on Mar 29, 2011 1:07:44 GMT -5
Constance gazed into Dorian's eyes, before resting her cheek on his shoulder. Seeing him like this made her upset. "I am worried. I do not like this, how he entered the castle, how no one dared stop him. He's getting stronger. We must do something, my darling, but what?"
Suddenly, something broke into her thoughts: the sound of footsteps. A small figure was running away. She broke from her lover's embrace, and ran, but she was too late; whoever it was crashed through the stained-glass window, showering her in a prism of color. One shard embedded itself in her shoulder, but she barely noticed the pain. She collapsed to her knees, and wept bitterly, for something important had been lost; she could feel it. Nausea welled up inside of her, and she felt a sharp pain in her stomach, but thought nothing of it.
Footsteps. Was it her king? She looked up, her face tear-streaked, her gray eyes widened. "Dorian, my darling. What has been taken?"
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Post by Dorian Walsh on Mar 29, 2011 16:54:55 GMT -5
"I'm not sure," he said, checking her wound first, then moving to the window to gaze out at the theif. The green of her wings and red of her hair was clear. It had been the small girl introduced to him by Prince Johnathan, a rescued slave from Dysin's castle. Something in his heart told him this crime was not the girl's personal choice, or done soley out of some ill temperment the girl felt. Given her history and the look in her eye when he met the girl, it was certain Dysin's hand guided her action.
"Are you alright?" He asked coming back to kneel beside her, his fingers hovering over the shard in her shoulder. "Come, let us go to the infirmary. The healer will tend to you, then I will look to see what was taken." He called out to guards and servants alike to tend to both the window and his bride. He hoped the thing stolen, was not worth more than the girl's life.
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Post by Constance Walsh on Mar 30, 2011 1:00:43 GMT -5
"Do you have any idea who did it then?" She asked, the pain irrelevant. Nothing mattered but knowing what had been stolen. She tried to pull herself together, if only for her king's sake, and wiped away a stubborn tear.
"I'm fine." She said resolutely. "I don't matter. You must see what was stolen." In truth, her dress was bloodsoaked, and her shoulder felt like it was dying a painful death, but her subjects came first. Whatever it was HAD to be important to the welfare of their kingdom.
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