Jane kept looking behind her as she rushed through the woods of the estate that was once hers to inherit. Tears ran from her eyes, filling her mouth with the salty taste. She could still hear the cries and smell the burning flesh. In her mind she kept seeing the picture of her mother being slaughtered by the warriors of Lord Newhaven. Her father and her two brothers had died trying to save her and Jane herself. Her father's dying words were telling Jane to leave and never look back. To make sure…
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Added by LadyJane Mistwood on October 29, 2009 at 12:43pm —
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Hey chaps, I'm new in KM/RS . I'd like to say thanks for the warm welcome that I received, and thumbs up for the peoples who helped me finding my way around.
Background:
A storm was brewing. Dark, nearly black clouds swirled about accompanied by endless tears of heaven that landed on the earth. A cold breeze, one that went trough marrow and bone, blew over Hades's face while he roamed his gaze over the landscape. No matter where he looked, everything seemed to be black, black by the darkness th…
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Added by Hades Millar on August 18, 2009 at 8:34pm —
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((So Rl got busy and this is a little delayed. Sorry about that. After the American upcoming Holiday I shall be poking my head about the sims again indefinitely, even though this isn't done yet. IC wise its assumed everything I'm posting here has already happened upon the character's returned. i'm excited ^^ ))
“...am I...?"
Bink sat blinking at the woman before him as she spun around, her skirts of green glistening in the serenity of pale yellow all around him. Yellow and green. And her ha…
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Added by Bink on July 3, 2009 at 2:50am —
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((Warning: graphic words and violence in here!!))
“...get your hands off of me..!"
Bink gasped and jerked himself away from a blinking and bewildered Jehan. “Beloved... Beloved... it’s ok. It's me... there’s no one here but me."
Bink was pale and the remnants of the hands still upon the throat were so real and vivid he swatted his own neck in attempts to rid himself of the feeling. He didn't respond to Jehan at first. He just cried and fought to free himself from his lover’s arms. He was cold…
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Added by Bink on June 28, 2009 at 4:30am —
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((yeeeees another uber long post.. yay me. heh... and sorry in advance if it gets spacey at the end. its nto a good mix to right when really tired. and as a sidenote. Scrythe is a borrowed character from my SL friend, Scar. thankies Scar! ^^ ))
" ...no, Jehan... it’s too early to chase the bunnies towards the innkeeper..."
There was laughter around him as his mind blurred out of its sleep and into the land of the living. Not only that, but there was a thin line of moist coolness... on his arm.…
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Added by Bink on June 18, 2009 at 10:00am —
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((This begins a collaborated IC interlude explaining why Bink and Jehan have suddenly become nonexistent in Ambrea. Once we're both well into the co-story, we'll be back around, but first to give us the time to get the minor RL kinks settled... something to read about. Something LOOOOOOONG to read about *blushes* ))
"... Tell the Ent to put down that banana..." Bink mumbled as he rolled over. He was being shaken and there was a warm comforting pressure on his shoulder. Jehan. He didn't h…
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Added by Bink on June 16, 2009 at 9:30am —
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Moonblink, being a fae out of sync with time and life, paid little attention to the voices and faces that came in and out of the Sithen. The ebb and flow of screams and pain were just back noise to his sorrow. For he had lost everything and without the will to even end his exist. He merely, existed as a phantom of himself. He was paler, dressed paler, even the thickness of his ebony hair faded to a milky gray.
He found himself hovering within the darkest depths of the Unseelie sithen, its city,…
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Added by Bink on April 28, 2009 at 10:52pm —
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Someone asked me to offer up some tales of my childhood . Bard that I am how can I resist? So i shall attempt to provide a smattering of stories about myself . I hope someone finds them enjoyable.
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The little mewling infant lay in that golden basket set upon the steps before that throne. Dark eyes stared back at dark eyes. That at least showed proof of what had been spoken in the glittering glamour message that had bloomed ov…
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Added by Jehan on April 14, 2009 at 1:19am —
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Moonblink was known among his kind as being fierce and proud. The Unseelie, each vain in their own right, knew his to be the most truly vain and self righteous of the Unseelie way and the darker paths of nature. It is true, none knew how to live in the shadows as Moonblink.For this he was considered wise among his people.
Moonblink often lived alone, hugging to the shadows corridors of the Sithen or the shades of the roses, staring past to hints of moonlight.When the Court came to speak, he lur…
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Added by Bink on March 31, 2009 at 9:04pm —
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This is just a little RPed excerpt from 'Shee's dealing with the ongoing infection. I'm sure if anyone in Karamoon "stumbles" upon this, i'll not take offense to it. Also note i do get a little graphic here, so if you have a thing against it, you may not wish to read.))
The bana'Shee sighed and gently touched Jehan's flushed cheek. There was dried blood still stained upon the Sidhe's chin as the brightened cuts and bite markings from their shared moment adorned his body. He had offered…
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Added by bana'Shee on March 16, 2009 at 6:38am —
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((i just want to not that this is a retelling of the history of a back character in Bink's life and that because it is written here does not mean that Bink knows of it. To put it plainly he doesn't, but that will be explained in a later part.))
Alexa the wise lived honorably among her people for countless years. Centuries by a human standards. She was tall and proud, with hair the color of summer wheat and eyes green and sparkling as the new leaf. Alexa the wise was a member of the noble…
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Added by Bink on March 10, 2009 at 11:22pm —
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there was sunlight heating the stone and moss we lay upon. If you sat still long enough you could hear the plants shifting their leaves to gather the rays in the bowl left in the leafy green. It is a beautiful sound. Jehan's chest was resonating as he spoke. it tickled my ear but I had to hear it anyway. I had to hear the sound of his heartbeat and the air rush in and out his lungs as he spoke to me. he was speaking of his past, the pains and misfortunes of growing up a first born son of a forgo…
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Added by Bink on March 8, 2009 at 1:03pm —
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Part three of my long character background. this part was actually roleplayed out before in some realm or another. The song i'd think to go with this piece would be "Horror of our Love" by Ludo. It is a bit twisted and graphic in a part or two, so you are warned.))
Time passed. time always does. Some try to freeze it with their magicks and trickery. Some pretend it doesn't exist, thinking that in doing so time will disappear, but it never does. Time is ever moving and ever changing lik…
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Added by bana'Shee on March 1, 2009 at 7:07am —
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Born of the Darkness. Can one who has not breathed their first within the depths of hte earth where only the heat of her fire's and coolness of her dark cavern are there to embrace the young and trembling infant know what it means to say 'born of darkness'? I know this for truth for I can freely and unconditionally say that I was born of darkness, and ultimately when the earth so chooses to woe me back to her embrace I shall die and return unto the darkness. So is my birthright.
I was born amon…
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Added by bana'Shee on February 17, 2009 at 9:52pm —
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Smiling, Hell brushed away leaves and vegitation of the jungle, sweeping her way back to her home. The wind blew across her face, sweeping her snow white hair back in the wind, some strands tugging at branches, but she didn't mind as she skipped home, having picked some berries, then harvesting some herbs. As Hell neared the clearing to her home, deep in the jungle with her sisters, her young form, being only twelve at the time, hiding in the bushes, she saw her friend Ryen, who she knew was hel…
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Added by Heleria Anatine on January 16, 2009 at 7:00am —
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Quietly Hell slipped passed the tents and torches, the light illuminating her tribal silks, adorned in bones. The light of the day was only beginning to shine on the gray tents of the tribe that captured her, the animal skin mounted tightly on sticks to dry in the coming sunlight. As she slipped by the sleeping men in coyote hides and wolfskin boots, she snapped her fingers, purple bolts of arcana arcing to the middle of her palm, igniting into a fireball, sustained there by her mental control.…
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Added by Heleria Anatine on January 6, 2009 at 7:20pm —
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Got bored and wrote this up. It's not awesome but it was a fun way to waste about an hour. Enjoy
The orc village had bordered a forest around that time and deep in the forests one day Rachael's mother gathering
herbs was chanced upon a small fae creature. Her mother was in awe at the tiny creature as it danced among the flowers. It's hypnotizing movements almost distracting her from the large cat approaching. In the flash of an instant the cat leapt for the tiny fae and was seized by the powe…
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Added by Rachael/Malcanthet on January 16, 2008 at 4:30am —
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Coming to Port Tarrund
Hades's background.
No More Sorrow (Interlude or the unofficial PT. 4)
Flames Danced
A Song for the Dead ((RPed narrative))
Welcome to Hell, Childhood Memories
A tale of an Orc (Rachaels Background)
