meluvcookies Posted March 15, 2015 Share Posted March 15, 2015 || Plot || Once upon a time there was a king and queen. They lived in a big castle and ruled over the peaceful but prosperous little kingdom of Avalon. They did not have any children, but they wanted a child very much. Many years went by, yet no matter how hard they tried, their wish would not be granted. The queen knew that time was running out and if she could not conceive a child soon, the kingdom would be without heir. So she secretly sought out the help of a witch. The witch gave the queen a strange iron box in which a demon had been sealed. She said that it was a demon that could grant any wish, but she also warned that releasing the being from its confinement could result in dire consequences for the kingdom. Desperate enough as not to heed the witches’ warning, one night when the king was away the queen summoned the evil from within the box. They made a deal. The king and queen would be granted an heir, but in return the demon would be granted a body he could use to roam the world. Nine months later a healthy little baby boy was brought to the world. The king and queen were overjoyed; as was the rest of the kingdom. Time went by and at last, the prince was eighteen years old. He was a beautiful young man — happy, strong, good and loved by all. Yet on the very night he turned eighteen, a horrendous disaster struck the royal family. The king and queen both murdered in their sleep; a black dagger penetrating each of their hearts. The culprit was unknown; who could possibly ever have committed such an atrocious act? Yet the prince was not given any time to grieve the death of his parents. With the king and queen gone, he was the only one left to rule the kingdom. And as such, the day after his eighteenth birthday, the prince was crowned new king of Avalon. Yet the horrors didn’t end here. Every night from then on there would be new victims. Sometimes just one, sometimes several. Whomever committed these atrocious crimes made sure not to let themselves be seen, yet still managed to spread terror and fear across the kingdom. Some corpses would be completely and horrifically dismembered, the different body hidden in different places as though it were some sort of twisted game. Once the heads of an entire family were found displayed on poles in the town square. The young king was miserable. How in the world was he going to deal with this problem? Who was terrorizing his people? To make everything worse, it wasn’t exactly unusual that he woke up with blood staining his hands and clothes. Sometimes he would even wake up in places other than his bed. Yet not until he woke up next to one of the victims, did he finally connect the dots. The question was not who terrorized his kingdom, but what. By the time rumors of a mysterious black castle having appeared up in the mountains started spreading across the kingdom. Many believed that the ancient wizard inhabiting the stone fortress was the cause of all the terror. The young ruler who knew better doubted this was the case, but become curious about the wizard nonetheless. Living secluded from the rest of the kingdom, he was feared and loathed by all. No one dared approach his castle or even venture too far into the mountains. Besides seeking out victims every night, it had been said that he ate the hearts of men and turned women into statues he’d then keep in his garden. Under the pretense that he will rid Avalon of the wizard and the terror he caused, the troubled king set out to seek the wizards help. Will the wizard agree to help the prince with his troubles? And will the terrors of Avalon finally cease? That remains to be seen… Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
meluvcookies Posted March 15, 2015 Author Share Posted March 15, 2015 King Angus Haventide of Avalon Dantalion (Demon) King Angus shifted in his sleep. It seemed impossible to find a comfortable position. Where had his pillow gone? Angus idly reached out and his fingers tangled in something soft and curly. Hair? Who in the world would sneak into the king's bed unannounced? Withdrawing his hand, Angus turned his sleepy eyes to regard his uninvited guest and inform them of the several free guest rooms available in the castle. What met his gaze was a rather young woman with her face frozen in a silent scream of pure terror and the ends of her beautiful blonde hair swimming in a pool of blood. Angus scrambled back with an undignified squeak and ended up gagging when the movement brought to view the rest of her. The girl's torso was torn open from chest to abdomen, and her insides had been pulled out and discarded around her body like stuffing from a teddy bear. Angus averted his eyes but couldn't escape the overwhelming stench of blood so he lifted a sleeve to block it from his nose, and then promptly lowered it because it was dripping red. So was his other other sleeve, and a look down revealed his shirt hadn't survived unscathed either. What is this? Why is there a mutilated body? Where am I? How did I get here? Angus panicked and rushed through the only door in the room, ending up outside the abandoned looking shed in the woods. He started thinking about the situation. Taking into account that having some blood on his hands or clothes was nothing unusual lately, and that it wasn't the first time he woke up somewhere outside his bedroom either, the answer he arrived to was not a pleasant one. I've been the one slaughtering people all this time... After staring at his red hands in silent horror for a moment, suddenly he jumped into action and started washing his hands in a barrel of rainwater sitting next to the door. Why would I kill all these innocent people? Why don't I remember anything? A choked sob escaped him as he continued rubbing his already clean hands. Why would I kill my own parents? My wonderful, loving parents... The last thought gave him pause. I wouldn't. I could never murder my family. Angus lifted his hands and looked at them again before voicing his realization. "It's not me." His tone was mixed with both hope and disbelief. "Something's using my body as I sleep... I have to tell somebody." In the end, Angus had decided against telling anyone about his problem. It would only cause panic and disorder. He'd be imprisoned or possibly executed, and then who would rule the kingdom? With no direct heir to the throne there would be dispute amongst the nobles. The already distraught commoners would be drowned under the tides of civil war, and the kingdom would fall prey to attacks from neighbouring countries. The kingdom of Avalon would fall. No, that was not an option, but Angus was running out of things to try. An entire week had already passed since he realised the truth, and he had been trying several things, including not falling asleep, drinking a paralysing potion and sleeping in a locked holding cell. The only things he had gained were worried looks and a still growing death toll. There was nothing he could do to stop whatever it was from using his body to kill. With a defeated sigh the young king started going through the papers on his desk when a certain report caught his eye. He had heard rumours about a wizard being behind the murders but, knowing better, had thought nothing of it. Now though... Maybe this wizard could help him? Surely there were some magical means to stop him from unwillingly murdering any more people. It would certainly be worth a try! Grabbing a clean sheet of paper, Angus wrote a quick note for his advisor, saying he'd gone to do an investigation on the rumoured wizard, and in the case he was found guilty of the recent murders, the king himself would see that justice be done. Leaving the letter on the desk, Angus grabbed his sword and headed to the stables. Soon he was on his way towards the mountains where the wizard was supposed to live. By dinnertime Angus had already located the strange black castle and was hesitating before the doorstep. On the way he had heard more rumours about the wizard. Apparently he had a habit of eating the hearts of men and turning women into statues to decorate his garden... Was he really desperate enough to approach such a man? Was it worth the risk? On the other hand, he couldn't hide the nightly activities of his body forever. Someone was bound to notice sooner or later, and then he'd be facing execution either way. Shaking the dark thoughts from his head, the king took a deep breath, resolutely stepped forward and knocked thrice on the wizard's front door. Angus waited with a small smile and a polite greeting on his lips for the door to open. It never hurts to have a good first impression after all, especially since he was here to ask for a favor. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gladis Posted March 16, 2015 Share Posted March 16, 2015 Alwyn the Wicked (20 years ago) Alwyn the Wicked (Now) Alwyn was born a halfling. As he was neither elf nor human, he'd always felt a sense of disconnection to both races. He knew he was far from the only mix breeds (or 'mutts', as he had often been referred to during his childhood), and yet he still never quite felt like he fit in anywhere. Perhaps that was why he felt little remorse when word about the terroros currently raging in the human kingdom of Avalon reached his pointed ears. In fact, one could probably go as far as to say it was amusing him. If it was due to the fact that people were coming to harm, or rather who was harming them, Alwyn would most likely never say. Yet it was clear that the prince had caught the wizards interest – the last few weeks in particular. Or perhaps it would be wise to say that the demon had caught his interest. Yawning, he leaned back in his chair, long silvery strands of hair swaying slightly with the wizards movements. His violet eyes were focused on a large crystal ball he'd placed on the desk right in front of him, in which a man riding up the mountain was displayed. His lips curled into a somewhat nefarious smirk, a look of mild amusement flickering through his gaze. "I knew you'd be coming for me sooner or later," he mused quietly to himself, tapping his long, slender fingers on the wooden surface of his desk, "I wonder just how intent on killing me you'll be..." Alwyn was, of course, referring to the demon and not the king. Throughout the many years they'd known each other, their relationship had become quite a peculiar one. If Alwyn were asked what he thought of the demon, he'd probably refer to him as his friend, rival and perhaps even lover. Yet their relationship wasn't all that simple, nor was their friendship all that friendly. Usually entertaining each other by trying to find ways of making the others life hell or somehow sending them into misery, their relationship was all but a healthy one. To the wizard all of it was a game – a game he last they saw each other had a upper hand in. Yet his momentary victory of locking the demon into the box also meant there was no one to take part in his game of two sided bullying anymore. Already after a year, he'd started regretting his actions. Nevertheless, soon enough he found a way that would let the demon escape without Alwyn having to admit defeat. Even if it would take another 19 years to go into full effect, and there were chances it wouldn't work. As such, it would be a lie to say Alwyn wasn't excited when he heard the knocks on his house door. Despite what it looked like on the outside, Alwyn's abode was actually quite humble in size – definitely not larger than a middle sized to small mansion. As such, the sound of knocking reached his study quite clearly. Not that Alwyn would have needed it, as he could already see the king had arrived thanks to his crystal ball. Nevertheless, Alwyn made no effort to greet him. Instead he waved his hand and mumbled a spell which moments later unlocked the door and made it swing open for his visitor – almost as though it were beckoning for him to enter... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
meluvcookies Posted March 17, 2015 Author Share Posted March 17, 2015 Angus didn't have to wait long for the door to open. He was just about to say hello, but ended up blinking in surprise when there was no one to greet. The door had swung open all by itself. Magic? Well, at least I’m in the right place... As if there was any doubt about that. He chuckled at the thought of managing to find the wrong mysterious black castle up in the mountains. It seems I've been invited in. Feeling childishly excited by the blatant display of otherworldly abilities, Angus had to remind himself the reason for his visit wasn't magical entertainment, but a matter of life and death. Not only for himself, but to the citizens of Avalon too. He was here for the sake of the kingdom. It was his duty to get rid of the nightly threat, and the wizard was the only realistic hope he had for doing that without causing any more unrest. But that didn't mean he couldn't be just as blatant about showing his position as the wizard was. With an amused smile he discreetly checked his attire, almost regretting the rather plain choice of clothes but figuring any finery would have been difficult to travel in anyway. He straightened his back and used one hand to flick back his long dark hair, before stepping through the doorway with the same grace and confidence he’d display during official functions. He doubted the wizard would be impressed but it was the principle of the matter... Coming to a stop in the middle of the surprisingly small room, he took a quick look around. There was no wizard to be seen. He must be further in. It would be impolite to go wandering around on his own though, so after clearing his throat Angus decided to raise his voice just enough to be heard clearly. “Excuse me..?” Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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