collapse

* Welcome!

CLICK HERE if you're interested in joining, or if you'd just like a little more info about Blood Rites.

* Important Links

* BR Councils

* COTM and TOTM

* COTY and TOTY

Character of the Year


Thread of the Year

* Affliates

Affiliate with Us

Blood Rites RPG

Listed At

RPG-D Nerd Listings

Our Affiliates

   

* Credits

RSS Feed  Facebook  Tumblr    E-Mail

Canon: © Anne Bishop
Board's Plot: Blood Rites
Points Scheme: Mother Night
Ratio System: Blood Rites

Blood Rites best viewed in Firefox.
Established February 2010
by Jamie, Gina & Bowie.


* Plot Information for Dea al Mon

Gale Galoneth, Queen of Dea al Mon is desperate. 11 of her 12 daughters have fallen ill to the mysterious Waste. While the Brood of the True Born try to conquer her Territory she has opened its borders to call for aid.
Culture of Dea al Mon
Priestesses and Faith
The Black Castle
Ebon Guard and Red Cloaks

* Welcome Guests

You are currently viewing our forum as a Guest. While you can see all we do, you can't participate. Please think about joining, we love new players. Click Here for more information.


Author Topic: I believe in Reinvention  (Read 374 times)

Description: 193, the Black Castle: Surreal and Cherish talk.

Offline Surreal Ysilladore

  • Character Account
    • pd2sapphire
    • priestess
    • Role

      Temple Priestess/Archivist

    • Faction

      Sacred Leaf Temple

    • Territory

      Dea al Mon

    • Character Sheet

      [Link]

    • OOC

      Idariel

    • Posts

      24

    • View Profile
I believe in Reinvention
« on: Nov 20, 18, 08:25:38 PM »
193: The Black Castle, a small Library graced by a pond.
Seekers have been gone almost two years.
Rakal has served at the Territory Court during that time.


The Black Castle held beauty and power in equal measure. Trees twined through the galleys, water traveled and pooled in rooms, flowing along walls. Craft, ancient and beloved, shaped each room to allow natural light, air, even butterflies and bees entry. For all of her life, Surreal had believed her own ancient home to be the most perfect and beautiful place in all of the Ebon Wood. Yet every time she found yet another amazing room or hidden library in the Black Castle, she came to love that vast artifact more.

And as if to tempt her to accept a greater roll in caring for her people, every visit to the Black Castle upon official business led Surreal inevitably to yet another hidden treasure. This small library was clearly meant for private reflection; a series of silvered leaves shed moonlight from stories above, into this deep pool of peace. A perfectly round pond was fed by delicately dripping foliage, sound and scent alone enough to make Surreal long to reach for the Darkness. She didn’t know for sure, but had begun to suspect that the Black Castle itself chose her path, on these occasions. She let an ink-and-incense smudged hand reset peaceably against the ancient black bark of the great tree that seemed to hold most of the Black Castle. She was no Queen, but communing with power was indeed her greatest skill, and she allowed an echo of the communion she felt with the Darkness to pulse through her and into the great tree. 

Since the death of her cousin Journey, the previous High Priestess, Surreal had found herself tending to more and more matters for and with the Territory Court. Whether that was because of her Jewel strength, her skill, her connection to the previous High Priestess or even simply because her presence might be soothing to Rakal, she could not say. So far, her gentle inquiries into his long-term fate remained unanswered. It was possible that there were no answers to be had, on that topic. Darkness knew he had confused her before.

The slight sound of a footfall from behind moved Surreal deeper into the small library. A particularly soothing chair was chosen, and she settled herself easily into it even as the young Queen she’d found in the outer courtyard followed her into the room. Cherish was hard to read, even at the best of times, but today her features were more serenely unreadable than ever. A smile threatened; after a heartbeat, Surreal allowed it to bloom along her features.

“No, Cherish, I have not yet heard if the Territory or Province Courts are making Innocent’s position as an investigator official.”[/b

Offline Cherish Rilindisil

  • Character Account
    • rose2pd
    • queen
    • Territory

      Dea al Mon

    • Character Sheet

      [Link]

    • OOC

      Idariel

    • Posts

      4

    • View Profile
Re: I beleive in Reinvention
« Reply #1 on: Nov 20, 18, 08:30:07 PM »
193: The Black Castle, a small Library graced by a pond.
Seekers have been gone almost two years.
Rakal has served at the Territory Court during that time.


Cherish Rilindisil checked herself at the entry to the small library, her eyes widening as they fixed upon the lovely Priestess. If Surreal was all golden sunlight and the promise of life, Cherish felt like a shadow or illusion beside her. The Queen’s demeanor tended to cool and distant; the warmth and intimacy the Priestess offered never failed to catch Cherish off guard. She had only one response to being unsure; she grew more formal, more reserved.

“Lady Ysilladore, I am merely concerned. These are dangerous things she’s looking into, and she has no official writ, no support.” No warriors, Cherish meant, though she did not say so. Having despised the Sanctums and Sanatoriums which Innocent was currently investigating for her entire life, Cherish was deeply and honestly concerned with her cousin’s safety.

“Innocent doesn’t,” well, hadn’t until a private conference with the Queen who had broken her heart had sent Innocent’s unending crusade to make the world a better place in an entirely unexpected direction. Aware she’d paused too long, the young Queen rushed into speech as if saying too much might hide the long, anxiety ridden pause.

“Well, didn’t have, any enemies. Ever. She doesn’t make enemies, she makes friends. I am very well aware of how well guarded, how secret and how dangerous these places can be. I hope that you can be of help to me in getting her the help she needs.”

Hovering in the open doorway hoping that someone with the authority to order Innocent to either take guards, or leave it alone, would happen by, verses taking one of the comfortable chairs beside Surreal was a hard decision. In the end, it was Surreal’s smile that drew her in. Well, along with that faint twinkling of the eyes which told Cherish Surreal knew very well what Cherish was up to, and was perfectly wiling to sit there, laughing at her, until she surrendered to good manners and took a seat.

Cherish glanced behind her, one last time, before taking a seat opposite Surreal’s. There didn’t seem to be a door to close, but Cherish’s hope that this meant she’d be able to see or hear those passing in the hallway was utterly dashed by the sense of serenity and isolation this small library managed to create. A soft sigh escaped, as she turned her attention fully to the Sapphire Priestess who had bid her enter.

Offline Surreal Ysilladore

  • Character Account
    • pd2sapphire
    • priestess
    • Role

      Temple Priestess/Archivist

    • Faction

      Sacred Leaf Temple

    • Territory

      Dea al Mon

    • Character Sheet

      [Link]

    • OOC

      Idariel

    • Posts

      24

    • View Profile
Re: I beleive in Reinvention
« Reply #2 on: Dec 10, 18, 09:20:25 PM »
193: The Black Castle, a small Library graced by a pond.
Seekers have been gone almost two years.
Rakal has served at the Territory Court during that time.


Surreal’s private thoughts upon how a skilled, politically ambitious Queen might send an idealistic rival off on a suicidal hunt with insufficient protections was never allowed to show upon her gaze. She did not know the Devinos Province Queen well enough to speculate. Even if she had, her position as a Priestess of the Darkness mandated a refusal to judge, until all evidence was in. That her personal stance on the matter made her an oddly good fit with the Territory Court was a matter of private bafflement to her.

No, she did not know that Queen well; nor did she know the Queen’s males.

But she knew Innocent.

Few people had lost quite as much, quite as fast, as Innocent. That the young Healer felt a need to fill that void with good works rather than untrammeled rage was both utterly predictable and completely baffling. She angled her head at Cherish, and asked softly, “What would you have Innocent do? She is one who gives from the heart. And in Dea al Mon, no good work is without risk.”

The building of new villages to house those who’d lost their homes - first from Kassel, now from Bad wildungeon, as well - held a plethora of risks, both physical and political. Even providing charity and aid infuriated some. The Dea al Mon were always excitable, but now with nearly half their Territory in the hands of their once-beloved and now-mortal-foes, some people reacted with rage and fear to even the most basic kindness. Innocent had been threatened for doing no more than collecting donations for her Winsol charity event. A pain-filled sigh escaped Surreal, as once more flesh-and-blood people failed to live up to her pen-and-paper versions.

The water called to Surreal, and she let her fingers reach out to caress the pond. A tiny fish jumped after a fluttering moth, and fell into the water again, disappointed. It was so appropriate to their conversation, that Surreal felt the vast sorrow of her people rise up once more. Why was it that even selflessly giving was a risky thing? How was it, that too many of those in power were locked in place, unable to do what their heart’s dictated? There was the feeling that if Surreal could unlock and ease the private, spiritual pains of the Court, she might somehow release Dea al Mon from it’s long grief as well.

Was it not said that a land reflected it’s Queen, for they were the Heart of the Blood? So surely bringing peace and joy to the Queen of Dea al Mon would in someway heal their people.


Offline Cherish Rilindisil

  • Character Account
    • rose2pd
    • queen
    • Territory

      Dea al Mon

    • Character Sheet

      [Link]

    • OOC

      Idariel

    • Posts

      4

    • View Profile
Re: I beleive in Reinvention
« Reply #3 on: Dec 10, 18, 09:23:33 PM »
193: The Black Castle, a small Library graced by a pond.
Seekers have been gone almost two years.
Rakal has served at the Territory Court during that time.


Cherish had no answer, at first. Or at least, none that were appropriate to speak of. She took a deep breath, but before her own inner discord could betray her, a fish jumped in the pond. The sight surprised her into stillness. Though she’d only just claimed a chair, she slipped down, raising her skirts to avoid them being soaked. Reaching into her belt pouch, she pulled forth a piece of bread, and crumbled it upon the surface. Perhaps if her people had healthy nourishment, they might be stopped from feeding upon themselves.

Perhaps.

Or perhaps the Children of the Ebon Wood had lost their way forever, and would soon be but a memory.

“She needs to hire a personal Escort.” Cherish looked up at Surreal. “She insists she does not need one. But with Lynx so busy with Requiem, and ...” Cherish shrugged. She would not speak of the males who had left to be seekers. Too many of them had held pivotal roles in Innocent’s life.

In Cherish’s.

“Hero and Heron do what they can, but they are ...”

Cherish froze, trying to decipher just how well Lady Ysilliadore knew Innocent’s family. The Black Widow and Warlord Prince twins weren’t easy to explain, at the best of times. She back pedaled swiftly, concluding with a regal, “often busy with their own concerns.”

Silence ruled then, whilst Cherish continued to carefully feed the beautiful fish. The pond was beautifully tended, and Cherish promised herself not to overfeed the fish. Yet it was so soothing, to bring harmony to nature, that she found herself drawing out the process. Such little creatures, to have so much joy in them. How was it that the Dea al Mon were so lost? Why could not they find joy in swimming, in breathing, in eating? Yet for Cherish, as for so many of her people, she felt only pressure, guilt or rage when engaged even in such natural things.

“We are broken, Lady. Are we broken beyond repair?”

Offline Blade Amdir

  • Character Account
    • green2sapphire
    • bwwp
    • Role

      First Escort of Dea al Mon

    • Faction

      The Black Court

    • Territory

      Dea al Mon

    • Character Sheet

      [Link]

    • OOC

      Dash

    • Posts

      108

    • There's blood in the water

    • View Profile
Re: I beleive in Reinvention
« Reply #4 on: Feb 08, 19, 04:38:13 PM »
"Sometimes something must be broken to be forged into something greater." A voice, proud to the point of arrogance, and stirring in its confidence beckoned from the entrance to the pond. Draped in resplendent silver and white robes that held hints of true metal in its finery and etchings, Blade Amdir stepped across the grass with feather light touches. The First Escort of the Territory walked with the poise of a deity cursed to live among mortal beings. His nose was practically in the sky with how straight his back and lifted his chin was. Though he was beautiful, it was clear he was well aware of that as he approached both women with a calm gait. He dipped his proud nose low for a moment toward Cherish in recognition of her Caste - ever the model of picture-perfect Protocol - and his lips twisted into a slow smile. "Though one would be quite foolish to attempt to break a Queen of the Ebon Wood.

Lady Rilindisil - be welcome at the Black Castle. We've not had the pleasure to meet, but I've born witness to your beauty and your grace from afar. I am Prince Blade Amdir, the First Escort of the Black Castle and the voice of her Lady Gale Galoneth, Queen of all of the Dea al Mon."
He extended his fingers toward her, tipped with long black nails sharpened to razor-tips. He nonetheless moved with such precision and grace that he would not have disturbed a hair upon her unless he meant to. If she graced him he gently guided her hand to his bowing face where he placed a kiss upon fingertips, then rose to full height again.

His cold frost eyes switched to the Priestess at her side, and that same smile that was as sharp as his taloned fingers spread across strong jaw beneath proud nose. "Lady Ysilladore, you are known to me. One of the few of the Priestess Caste of Dark Jewel who remain among us. Let us hope your escorts are ever vigilant, for certainly you are a prize." His eyes glinted with the hunger that was ever present in a male born of both the hungriest of Castes - the ultimate predator, the Black Widow Warlord Prince looked at Surreal as if she were a delicacy to devour.

That everburning hunger shifted from Surreal to the Queen in the meeting and his smile shifted from something sharp to something merely arrogant in its smugness, a smirk that cornered at his mouth. "You both have come seeking. What is it that you desire of the Black Castle and its wisdom?"







Offline Cherish Rilindisil

  • Character Account
    • rose2pd
    • queen
    • Territory

      Dea al Mon

    • Character Sheet

      [Link]

    • OOC

      Idariel

    • Posts

      4

    • View Profile
Re: I beleive in Reinvention
« Reply #5 on: Apr 12, 19, 05:18:57 AM »
193: The Black Castle, a small Library graced by a pond.
Seekers have been gone almost two years.
Rakal has served at the Territory Court during that time.


Cherish seemed nearly a dream, kneeling by the pond and feeding the fish. She shimmered, more a creature of twilight than the day. A figure of mist and magic, not fully real, distant from the world. Yet that distance was also an armor, and it allowed her to rise gracefully, and drop into a perfect courtesy when the deadly, beautiful predator approached.

It didn’t stop her heart from pounding, or the dizzying sense of falling endlessly into his perfectly sculpted, predatory gaze. As the Black Widow Warlord Prince’s voice thrummed into her, she nearly forgot to breathe. He dipped his proud, aristocratic head to her, and reached for her hand. As if mesmerized, Cherish slipped her hand into his, without even a thought to the deadly weaponry touching her. She might have followed him anywhere, just then. He brushed the lightest kisses across her fingers, the power of the man seeming to sear her skin; her hand trembled.

Cherish prayed he’d have no clue the effort it took for her to speak clearly, just then. Prince Amdir was both threat and promise of protection, in one.

“Prince Amdir,” The Queen’s voice was cool as silk, akin to a midnight breeze.

“It is a pleasure to meet you.” And Darkness be Merciful, it was.

She’d been raised all of her life that he was an abomination. Emotions of outrage and astonishment warred with in her. He was a thief! Not merely of things, but of Castes, of Mother Night’s divine will. Yet she could not fully embrace the proper spiritual outrage whilst he stood before her like a glorious god. Her mind knew she should be offended in him; her body, her heart, her soul ... they disagreed. She was hungry for his confidence, so arrogantly and easily displayed. For his vast faith, that their people would survive. Had he seen the fate of their people, and was simply forbidden from sharing it?

“I came to beg a boon, Prince Amdir.”

“My cousin has decided upon a dangerous course. I would ask the High Court to either assign her an Escort, command her to hire one, or forbid her the task.”

A light, brief gesture at herself, taking in everything from her silvery tresses to her swirling black gown.

“I have no Court of my own just yet.” Her Caste-given need to tend would not be wholly ignored, simply because of legalities.

“So while there are those loyal to me whom would ward her, I do not rule and cannot simply overturn her wish and assign her one of my own Escorts.”

Offline Surreal Ysilladore

  • Character Account
    • pd2sapphire
    • priestess
    • Role

      Temple Priestess/Archivist

    • Faction

      Sacred Leaf Temple

    • Territory

      Dea al Mon

    • Character Sheet

      [Link]

    • OOC

      Idariel

    • Posts

      24

    • View Profile
Re: I beleive in Reinvention
« Reply #6 on: Apr 12, 19, 06:30:07 AM »
193: The Black Castle, a small Library graced by a pond.
Seekers have been gone almost two years.
Rakal has served at the Territory Court during that time.



Sometimes something must be broken to be forged into something greater.

Sensual and powerful, the proud, confident voice might have been speaking to Sureal alone. She’d been battered and harrowed by life. A shiver danced down her spine,  a sense of potent and power, of premonition or understanding that fluttered on the very edge of her awareness. Her gaze feasted upon the shear, majestic beauty of the Black Widow Warlord Prince. His robes draped over his form like an aurora; true-silver patterns gleamed and shone. He moved, spoke, breathed arrogance. And oh, he knew well how beautiful he was, how magnificent a creature. No false modesty blunted his sharp, hungry edges. No deference was paid to how his forbidden Castes might affect others.

They could admire him, or be trod beneath his feet.

Surreal rose when he entered, half courtesy, half the instinct to be upon her feet when faced with such a volatile predator. Oh, he was exquisite; she could not blame Cherish at all, for falling under his spell. She watched the grace with which he kissed Cherish’s hand, the power and threat that yet was poised to defend a Queen of the Blood.

A graceful, simple curtsy was gifted to the the First Escort, Bonded, and most-beloved of the Queen of all Dea al Mon when he turned his cold-frost gaze upon Surreal. His hunger burned like a touch, a deadly passion that he neither blunted nor was ashamed of. A hand stole across her Surreal’s blue gown, shear reflex to be certain she was still clothed. The gaze made her feel naked. Yet Surreal was snared by his hungry gaze a heart-beat longer than Protocol deemed wise.

Whatever would he say, if he knew it was not her habit to travel with Escorts? She licked her lips, weighing possible responses to his praise. She did not for a moment think he spoke idly, or offered empty flattery. Nor would she turn away from the gift of his time and attention.

“Prince Amdir, thank you for your time.” Every slight angle of his proud carriage and graceful movement was carefully observed. He didn’t even harm the grass he walked upon, so deeply attuned was he to the Black Castle and the Ebon Wood. She took a single step towards him, fascinated  by what he had said.

By what and who he was. Oh, if only she could study him, could see if he was abomination or answer to their prayers.

“Do you know what we might become, when we are forged anew?”

And is it you?

She did not choose to distress him by confessing she had taken no Escort with her, but neither did she waste his time with small talk.

“It would be good, if Cherish held some sort of formal post. For myself, Prince ...”

“I would love to draw you.”

“And I wished to ask if the position of High Priestess has yet been promised. If not, I would ask your consideration.” A serene smile, gentle and graceful, lit her face.

“If it has, I would still ask if I might assist the Court by attending to their spiritual needs.”