Of Light and Darkness....

Oni-Kirin · The Demon Wolf Joined: 02 May 2005 Posts: 21

It was night in Cordor, the moon shining down on the cobblestone streets as torches dimly lit the roads for the adventurers of the night. Some had gone to their homes or hotels to sleep, others slept in the streets, and still others continued with whatever business they had: slaying monsters, searching for treasure, or doing their job.

Not all areas were lit, however, such as the alleyway behind the temple of Cordor. There, on the cold pavement lay a black skinned man, most likely a drow elf. His body was curled up near the corner he rested to keep the cold wind from freezing his body stiff, seeming to not have a blanket or other clothes to keep him warm.

The elf was a sorry sight to see, as if he had given up everything for nothing. One who saw him might even pity the man. His armor was rather ragged, and his hood torn in areas, allowing wisps of dark grey hair flow through the rips of the fabric. Beside him lay his twin swords and a complicated-looking shortbow, the only items that actually looked like they were of some value.

The two swords were colored different, one with a black hilt and handle with a pearl embedded into the hitl, and the other white with an onyx in the same place. The two symbolized his neutrality, something that was not common for drows, if this elf even was one.

As he slept, small beads of sweat trickled down his shadowed face, his gloved hands clenching every now and then. His small grunts were barely audible. If someone walked by, they would not have noticed these small spasms made unconsciously by the suffering drow.

No one would ever know what that nightmare he had every night of his life was, that he had to relive his past every night and wanted to die when he woke up. No one would ever know that this dark-skinned elf was, in fact, not a true drow. No one would know that this man was a halbreed, and no one would ever know his true name.....

The Shadow would continue to exist until someoen of the Light came and ended his suffering, once and for all.....

((If you could comment on this, I would appreciate it. I want to see if there is anything I could do to improve this storyline))
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Innocence can save you only so many times....

SweetSong · Posted: May 03 2005 Post subject: Re: Of Light and Darkness....

Something in the overall ambiance & particularly the penultimate & final paragraphs suggests to me that your "halbreed" is a wee bit more than an incarnation of "Demon Wolf" ... perhaps a werewolf? Or (This comes from the Japanese.) an even greater and more mysterious shapeshifting? Not sure if this is just me, but anyone can OOCly buy a bottle of Kirin beer & check out the logo, ne?

Oh, & this is written far more gracefully than my bio!

Oni-Kirin · The Demon Wolf Joined: 02 May 2005 Posts: 21

Um....heheheh....my character has nothing to do with my screen name. Sorry if that gave you the idea. The Shadow has no demon or wolf blood in him, just drow and sylvan.
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SweetSong · Posted: May 04 2005 Post subject: Storyline is great by the way...

Well that's just my quirk then*

As far as your storyline, that's set a hook in me so I can't wait to find out more about that private nightmare and how someone from the Light can end all The Shadow's suffering...

Oh, and both name's are cool.

Just the way they overlap without completly matching created in me some anticipation ...

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* This is OOC or maybe meta-rp, but having undergone that screen name/character creation proccess several times, I've found it's always a screen name's first character that has the most intimate relationship to whatever sparked that choice of screen name. Then as time goes on each developes separate, although of necessity interrelated rp personalities, on the character and player levels of reality respectively, of course. I think to be able to peer deeply enough into those "shadows" to fully understand would be to know the nature of the creative process more completely than even muses are entitled to do.

Well, sorry for the rant or whatever it was... Hee, hee.

Oni-Kirin · The Demon Wolf Joined: 02 May 2005 Posts: 21

Thank you very much.

And if you truly wish to know how to help Shadow out, just talk to him in the game and RP with him a bit. He's quiet and doesn't trust others easily, so people have to work to get him to open up to them.
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LongZhenZhu · Joined: 21 Apr 2005 Posts: 54

In the shadows behind Cordor Temple, Pearl (Moved to DM forum see below*) prodded the sleeping drow delicately with the toe of her boot, whispering softly, "Ni hao ma?" There was no response, so bending down for a closer inspection and thinking to herself, "Ta zhen shi hen hao kan de ren," then actually blushing with embarassment at being influenced by how cute the guy looked under his ragged armor, tattered vestments and despite a face somewhat scarred and smuged by a life of rugged adventuring, Pearl shook her head sharply to clear even the thoughts in that language she must strictly remind herself not to use here.
"If I were a different sort of rogue," she thought in Amian now, "I'd relieve the poor guy of his pitiful stock of weapons, or at the very least pry that pearl from the black-hilted sword as a fitting tribute to my name." She smiled grimly at the pun. "He seems to be having an unsettling dream," she thought, noting his slight gestures of painfully restless sleep. "I wonder what dark secrets cloud his soul?"
As Pearl faded into the deeper shadows, she also wondered whether she'd ever find such an adventurer to share secrets and plans with. Most she met, although possesing far more opulent equipment, seemed driven by a lust to rush heedlessly hither and yon blustering and blundering about without taking time to discuss strategy or tactics. "Could it be that such a man as that drow back there in the shadows might have the wit and patience to be a partner for me?" With this last thought, Pearl paused then turned back and, pulling the tinderbox she always carried for quick starting campfires from her well-stocked backpack, struck flame to a torch in a sconce just above and slightly to the right of the man slumbering in the shadows, hoping that the greater illumination would allow her a better reading of the half-drow's character by the lines his expeciences had inscribed on his face. As the first flickers waxed into a blaze; however, the sudden brightness proved the final stimulus needed to send his soul across dreamland's threshold, and Pearl, noticing the first trembling of his eyelids quickly backed away towards the deeper shadows. Not quickly enough, she could see already to escape an awakened hunter's alert awareness, so she turned to give the impression of one one walking away, then, when she knew he could no longer see her, turned again and crept cautiously using her rouge skills at concealment back to a vantage point from which she studied and considered his actions.

Oni-Kirin · The Demon Wolf Joined: 02 May 2005 Posts: 21

The dark-skinned man slowly opened his eyes, lids fluttering as they strained to take in the bright light of a nearby torch. He had felt something poking him in the stomach, with what, he did not know. With a fleeting glance, he noticed someone walking back into the shadows, a female, from the way the person moved. Who she was, he had no idea, but something told him that the woman shared the same kind of honor that he, himself had, for his belongings still remained near him.

The sylvan drow slowly sat up, tilting his head to one side then the next to crack his neck. Before standing, he stretched out his cramped arms and back, then stood up, picking up his belongings and placing them in their respective places. Reaching into one of his pockets, he withdrew a small razor and placed it on his arm, drawing it slightly across his arm to add to the large scar already there. This marking was his reminder not to trust others without reason, for he had been betrayed all too often.

Putting away the razor, he withdrew yet another item from his pockets: a small piece of paper that had browned and wrinkled with time. Written on it were both words in elven and drow, combining the two languages in one to tell him a message form his parents. Below it, however, is another message, written in his own blood: Keep what you kill.

The dark elf closed his eyes and grinned behind his mask, placing the note back into the pocket with his other random items, then looked to the sky. The moon was bright that night......it was a perfect time to go hunting.
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LongZhenZhu · Joined: 21 Apr 2005 Posts: 54

With an amused half smile on her lips, Pearl watched the still-reclining figure take a quick inventory of his untouched possessions then peer thoughtfully again into the deep shadows where he must have seen her now invisible form disappear from sight. Pearl knew what must be passing through his mind, would in fact be passing through any adventurer's mind at that moment, "She had me totally at her mercy, could have stripped me naked, taken everything I own, even have ended my miserable exiistence, and yet . . ."
"Surely, I've inadvertently made a good impression on this man, much better than if we'd spent half an hour at the Nomad fencing and sparring through the usual verbal swordplay, jokes, and annecdotes concealing as much as revealing our intentions." Pearl thought. "He knows that whoever was just here bears him no ill will, and that's the best letter of introduction anyone could ask for." Just as she was about to step forward and claim the benefits though, the sylvan drow sat up, so she paused to allow him time to get his meager campsite in order for visitors first.
Her smile became a grimace of sympathy as he stretched his body free of the obvious discomforts sleeping on these cold stones had stiffened into it and stowed everything away. She nodded in approval of his organizational sense, then wondered at his next rather brizarre action of slicing his own arm. As he glanced over some memo, Pearl thought, "Perhaps he's inscribes the pain from his dreams that's too unbearable to keep on such parchment on his very skin, or perhaps this is some religious ritual... I wonder if I'll ever discover the truth behind that strange action?"
Taking a deep breath and putting her mental house in order, Pearl stepped forward into the light just as he finised putting the memo in his pocket and glanced skywards, "Nice night for hunting, isn't it? That's a real huntrer's moon." She said.
The half-drow man looked quickly down and fixed her with his gaze, but didn't seem overly surprised to see her. Without answering, he nodded and smiled, so Pearl continued, "Of course you know that I'm the one who was standing over you just before you awakened, so, unless you lack the wit to be the partner in adventure I'm seeking, you must realize that I mean you no harm."
Again the drow nodded silently for Pearl to continue, so she quickly made her point. "It's obvious that you need to hunt to replenish your funds at least. No shame in that. I do too; but I'm a bit better equipped than you, obviously. Look." She oppens the copious knapsack, laying out her extensive selection of powerful traps. "Here's what I have to bring to our partnership in addition to means of transportation to a profitable location and a well-thought-out and sucessfully-tested strategy, so what do you say...?" Pearl asked, and paused to give him time to consider his reply...

Oni-Kirin · The Demon Wolf Joined: 02 May 2005 Posts: 21

The dark skinned elf looked down at the traps before him, each very powerful in its making, possibly made by the woman herself. However, there were no traps that he, himself, had not been able to make. He turned and walked over to the corner in which he had slept, then lifted up a stone slab. Underneath was a dug-out hole that he himself had made, a small hiding place that only he knew about....until now. He would have to make a new one, since he had shown this woman this certain spot.

Lifting a large bag from the hole, he removed his own traps, each as strong as the girl's, and each was made by him or retrieved from dungeons he had been to. Also inside of this bag was all of his valuables, including his real armor and weapons. However, he was still not as well equipped as the woman....

Bending down, he took one of his own traps and compared it to the woman's, inspecting the triggers and mechanisms that made these kits tick. One trap, however, he did not have, and this one intrigued him: a holy trap.

Looking up from his crouched position, he gazed into the woman's eyes and nodded quietly.

"......you have yourself a partner.....however, I do not give my trust so easily.....you will have to earn it, as I will earn yours......"

The hooded elf stood to his full height, obviously a bit shorter than the woman. However, he did not allow their height difference intimidate him, his red eyes gazing up at the woman, his hand extended to offer a handshake to make their verbal contract.
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LongZhenZhu · Joined: 21 Apr 2005 Posts: 54

What a prophet of trials and tribulations this still-unnamed drow hunter turns out to be! Names even more than trust, it further developes, are particularly elusive in the dialogues that bear the brunt of telling most of the following melodrama:
　

Oni-Kirin · The Demon Wolf Joined: 02 May 2005 Posts: 21

The Shadow grinned as he sawed off the head of the Chosen of Gruumsh. He had awaited for this moment for quite some time, and now he was able to finish his assignment. He felt a bit strange, however....he had not seen his so-called partner for quite some time, and he would have gladly split the reward with her had she accompanied him, but he had not seen her anywhere.

The sickening sound of his sickle cutting through the orc's flesh stopped as he finally decapitated the disgusting beast, shoving the head into a bag at his side. His mission was over.....it was time to get his reward.

As he ported back to Cordor, he exchanged the head for his two thousand five hundred gold reward. Taking the gold into his pack, he quietly wondered if he should still split the profits of this feat with his partner....
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Innocence can save you only so many times....

Forrmonster · Posted: May 11 2005 Post subject:

//kind of off but Lomoniens A dark elf of the light and can help when I get my privallages back
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LongZhenZhu · Joined: 21 Apr 2005 Posts: 54

Innocence has less lives than an alley cat

Pearl is not in a good mood when the news reaches her, as most news in Cordor now does now-a-days since the growth of her information-gathering networks has far out paced that of her trapping skills.

"So this is how he employs my gift apple's vigor..." she muses...
Still nursing a hangover from the recent very unfortunate episode resulting from letting that cute young elf escort her from a rat-infested ship in Corder's harbor, where she'd saved his reckless life, to the Nomad of all places. The Nomad, local adventurers' watering hole, where she should have known she'd find her old hunting comrades, Llewyn and Grag, both good hearted but impulsive and incapable of tactical restraint from headlong rushes against impossible odds, and that all the more so after a few drinks. Llewyn and Grag, who would be bound to get her into troubles of the worst kind. *Hah! Groan!*
... "I had intended that we enjoy the fruits of the apple's blessing together in much more comfortable surroundings and while engaging in far pleasanter pastimes than chasing orcs through cold caverns." And now a fantasy she'd been indulging, elaborating it in her imagination from time to time, entertains her once more:
　

She and the drow have just finished hunting together and are both full of victory feelings, still pumped up with all that energy of the battle. They hug each other in exultation, squeezing each other tight with celebratory glee, then feel that passion shifting, transforming in a quite natural way for a man and a maid who've just undergone the bonding of battle and now ... they'd pull apart then to gaze upon each other's faces, see the feelings mirrored each in the others eyes, accept the love and mutually forgive, because they'd mutually recognize, exchange and in giving receive the full of their total lust... then, and here's the part she'd nearly ritualized into a prayer of loving self-sacrifice, she'd...

　

Falling to her knees, so that her slightly greater hight is erased, Pearl looks up compassionately into his eyes, saying, "Oh, my dear, I know the origin of part of your secret pain. I understand, and I want to help you become a free man." Rumors have reached Pearl of how drow men are treated by their women, so she longs to comfort him, to give him freedom and peace, even, if that would set him free, to say to him. "Take me, use me like they used you, until you're cleansed of all that stain on your soul. It won't bother me, even if you're rough with me. I even long for that. Please." ...

Smiling at the intensity of feelings this reverie arouses, becoming physical even to the point of a spreading warmth deep inside her, Pearl returns her considerations to practical matters. "Well," she thinks, "my troll-trapping partner to be, though we two were not successful in that enterprise, has now become an adventurer of means. Hum... Of course, he deserves every coin of that reward for his efforts, and if he shows the wit and wisdom I'd expect him to, he's already spent most of it on new equipment or traps, so I'll have to work on my own for a bit to raise myself from the impoverishment that ill-starred (Actually it was mead, not star dust that fueled it.) misadventure with Grag and Llewyn has reduced me to. Still, by the time I've done that, it's more than likely some new "Chosen" orc will have ensconced himself in those caverns, so a rogue in search of a quest should have little difficulty gaining similar employment, and, with properly applied effort, similar rewards. Thus, equipping herself with the tattered remains of her former gear and dreams, Pearl girds up her loins and sets out hoping to prove herself worthy of adventure and love.

OOOOoooohhhh! You make me so mad! After Pearl waits for Mr. Secret Name on that cold, lonely roof top, accosted by the occasional wolf in Casanova's clothing, ((for OVER TWO OOC HOURS! How many DAYS & NIGHTS is that in game time anyway

)) & waits & waits & now you say, "... Chosen of Gruumsh... would gladly split the reward ... had not seen her anywhere ..." Oh, YEAH? And just exactly how l-o-n-g and hard did YOU try to find me? Men! Meh!... (mutter, mutter, piss & moan, groan .... humph.)

// The keyboard used by LongZhenZhu's handler also serves at least six other citizens of Cordor qualified to join "The Shadow" may his name remain ever obscured from those unworthy of his tryst

So if Pearl Dragon, still at level four though within easy reach of five, isn't good enough, how about, say, Ai Henjin with player BrainPoliceXXX, usually handled by the hubby, based on my add-vice, who particularly likes to keep an eye on Ai, especially from behind

LOL Ai is a human, female, monk of eleven seasons training in the way of fist and foot, who has taken a vow of chastity, so absolutely no danger of pre-marital hanky panky there, LOL
Or... there are so many other possibilities... what kind of character/player/handler would make you happy, Mr. Oh-so-shy-that-you-don't-use-e-mail guy?
By the way, one reason for Pearl's anger, and also for pushing forward Ai as an alternative, is that both ladies have been seeking to complete that Chosen Orc quest for the longest time, constantly getting derailed by selfish, thoughtless, inconsiderate, pig-headed, stupid (get my drift

) MEN, so that neither of them has been able to finish up. I would appreciate it ever so much if ... the right rogue (nudge, nudge, hint, hint) were to offer his services AND follow through to the point of one of the ladies getting a little head

they'd feel sooo satisfied and still respect you in the morning. LOL

　

Dear MagnumMan,

Of course I don't want to describe my orgasms in graphic details or necessarily use that particular word, "orgasm." Neither do I want to use tells for sex. Personally, I feel there is no need for that kind of tells on a family-oriented server, and believe that it's those cyber-craving players who should make a date to meet later at a social server and scratch any itches 'cuz I've got no slightest inkling of where a social server might be nor any inclination to find out. I'm merely pointing out ironically ("You have heard of irony?" She asked ironically, then suddenly realized how silly that question was and sighed in exasperation.) As far as "sex fix," it's working fine thanks, so we simply exercise our franchise right here at home. *Points off towards the private quarters, then again at the hot tub, then waggles her pointing finger here and there, fondly remembering, err... Ah hem

things we can understand without having to be all that explicit, and wonders if MagnumMan is having as much fun reading this note as she is writing it . . .*

Hey, a toi, toi, toi <- Was that you? Who was that mysterious Hunter, anyway? I'm just a relative newbie here, obviously, so I was just sticking my less than two cents worth of non-sense where it seems to have served little purpose, sorry. *We all hang our multiple heads in shame.*

So, uh, you mean Pearl can't make love with her Amian hunting partners even off stage and then refer to it cutely and non-(porno)graphically afterwards?

Love , the whole gang of players, characters, controllers and whoever is in change if creating stuff and nonsense around

received in my forum inbox a hand-drawn picture of a naked girl

Beloved Mags,

Don't you mean "condemn" rather than "condone"?

What really worried me, and what I'd most appreciate your guidance about, is our story developing in this thread leading up to "Innocence has less lives than an alley cat". That's a new creative art form for me, & I do LOVE those.

Well, sure I'll heed the make up of on-line groups, and, anyway, I simply don't deliberately do nasty stuff in Amia. Of course, I'm not ignorant of how to cyber, have done it in adult chat rooms like bad old alt.com, and ...

... that's precisely why i'm so sure it doesn't belong here in Amia by me or anyone else, though, as a natural sub, i'm of course descriptive rather than proscriptive like a natural DOM , such as you appear to be, SIR!
Hee, hee. Chastise me again for being a bad girl, please ...
　