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Felicity arrives

Post#41 » Mon Aug 08, 2016 6:42 pm

You wanted to know about me? My childhood? My teenage years? You might not like what you find!

So lets start at the beginning, where did I come from? well, let's just say that growing up on a farm on the outskirts of Arabel is something you prolly wouldn't want to include on your bucket list. I know, I know all these prissy little 'twitchies' come from royalty, or are raised by wolves, or bottled in some Thayan academy. Well good for them! Me, I'm nobody. Always have been, always will be. I like it that way.

Sorry sorry...I guess I started to get off subject. The farm, it's as glamorous as you think it is. Which is to say it was dirty, smelly and really didn't leave much leisure time. My father did his best for me, but it was never enough. There was always more work to be done and not enough time to do it. So where did that leave Felicity? Cleaning pig slop, feeding the chickens, changing the straw in Balefords paddock! By beshaba's belly, who names a cow Baleford? Who names a cow? Cow's are meat, no more no less. I don't name my bacon, why would I name my cow. But that's my parents for ya.

Sound's exciting doesn't it? Now you might understand why every chance I got I was out in the woods. It was the only place I could be free. I loved the mud, I loved learning how nature worked? ehhh? Yes I am a druid. I thought we were talking about my past, now you want to know about my....alright I am sorry. So where was I?

How nature worked..yep that's it. There was nothing better than learning just how long a bee would live with out it's stinger. Or what the insides of a sparrow looked like. Did you know their bones are hollow? it's pretty cool. So there I was running from the farm every chance I got to see what made nature tick.

Alright you really have to stop interrupting me or I will never get to the end of this. I already told you I am a druid. Ohh your one of those. You think druid's are all tree huggers. Let me ask you a question. Do you think that our place in this world is to "serve" the forest? Me I think the forest is here to serve us. Now don't get me wrong, I respect nature. It's big, it's dangerous and it's amazing. I learn everything I can, as fast as I can, to turn nature to my advantage. Did you know that the way a pig works and the way a human works is almost identical. I mean if you can learn organs to stop in a pig then you can learn the...what did I say?

Hey I thought you wanted the rest of the story? you just gonna leave your beer......

Well whisper I guess they don't really want to know the truth.

They will learn


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Re: Post stories about your character and earn an award!

Post#42 » Wed Aug 10, 2016 6:45 pm

Great story submission. Your account has been credited!
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Re: Post stories about your character and earn an award!

Post#43 » Thu Aug 11, 2016 4:34 pm

So ya came h're to learnt the secrets of meh powers? You've brought an offering o'course?

Set it thar. I'll not be hav'n your self be touching me.

So the secrets ya say. I be not sure your ready to heard em. But an offering has been made, a debt must be paid. Lean in here and learn of the shadows, the spirits and those things that go bump in the night.

**a whispering begins with no discernible source and the woman before you begins to blur at the edges. You call feel power build around you**

Power to be had if your willing to follow ma path. Sellin' your soul is for hedge mages and charltans. Pretenders i tell ya. Look there see the shadows. They not be shadows. Thems spirits of those who went before. Spirits or thoughts who is to know. They whisper you can hear em. I can see it on your face. They be wantin' ya.

This is how it began for me. I was rais'd to be the lore keeper. I could recite the history of me people from the age of 5. You dont be knowin fear until you must tell of ages past with a dagger at your throat. One missed word, one incorrect qoute and i would join the 20 who came before me.

But them stories, they opened me to the spirits. Them be hungry, angry, viscious spirits. They will yell you secrets. Words of power, thoughts made flesh. Listen to them young sirah. What sweet things do they tell ya. Thats it listen to em's story.

Soon the promises be startin'. Once ya open yourself to them its impossible to go back. You thought you could learn my secrets and not bear the burden. Hah! Ye belong to them now. Forever will they guide you.

Come with me young one, ye've been chosen and its time to leave......

**** the lights fade as the shadows close in whispering of power


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Re: Post stories about your character and earn an award!

Post#44 » Mon Sep 12, 2016 11:43 am

Login: Grumblefloof
Character: Utkan

Steel yourself. The pain will be...there are no words.

No, I do not say this to torment you. I tell you these things because it is always better to know.

You do not solve a problem by hiding from it. You have to face it. Ignorance only benefits your enemy. To defeat the enemy, you must know as much about them as possible. I tried to make the priests understand this, but they would rather hide behind their self-righteousness and stoke their own vanity than accomplish anything useful.

Yes, that is blood. A great deal of blood. No, not all of it is yours.

No one knows better than a Thayan how the undead are a plague upon this entire world, a festering sore which must be lanced from the face of it. They have overrun the lands of my ancestors like weeds, leaving our people scattered to the winds. I have never set foot in my homeland, and neither did my parents, or their parents before them. But we cannot destroy the undead if we do not understand them, and it is only through the study of Necromancy that we can truly know them. Those who would seek to destroy the undead without knowing them are inept gardeners, cutting the top off the weeds while leaving the roots to grow anew.

No, you have not wronged me. I agree, you do not deserve this. I wish there was another way, I truly do.

Yes, I have had to commit acts in pursuit of this knowledge which I found abhorrent. Innocents have suffered. Blood has been shed. I take no joy from this. I have had to forge alliances with entities whose methods I found distasteful, whose goals run counter to my own. But no great work is created without sacrifice. The world is a more complicated place than the paladins want to admit. Sometimes one must commit a small evil to work toward a greater good, and the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few. If the suffering of one person yields knowledge and power (and knowledge is power) which saves a hundred more like them, then it would be vain, selfish, and yes, "evil" of me not to pay that price.

I will give you a few moments to collect yourself, and to make peace with the gods you are about to meet. One should meet their end with as much dignity as can be salvaged.

Of course I want to save my soul. But I am too busy saving the world instead.

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Post#45 » Tue Sep 13, 2016 6:25 pm

Great stories submitted by Heathir and Grumblefloof! Your accounts have been credited!
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Post#46 » Fri Dec 02, 2016 12:52 pm

Login: Grumblefloof333
Character: Elsa Von Klugheim (Aasimar Sorcerer/Paladin)

My people call her "The Hidden One."
You call her "Mystra, goddess of magic."
I call her "Grandmother."

My kind are named after the "aasimon," the servants of the gods. For it is usually their servants who descend from the heavens to sire us. But it is not without precedent, rare though it may be, for the gods themselves to lie with their mortal followers.

It would be more accurate to call her "Great Great Great Grand-Mother," but I omit her full title for the sake of expediency. Her blood laid dormant in my family's veins for over a century before it chose me. It marked me at birth with these violet eyes which saw things beyond sight, things no child should have seen, some which happened long ago, others which may happen on some day yet to come.

I was trained in the ways of a Rashemi wychlaran, which I took to like a hawk to the sky. But unlike my sisters and mothers, I wear no mask to work my magic. My goddess painted my mask upon my face in the womb, lines of indigo and lavender etched into my skin.

I have journeyed far from my homeland for the darjemma, the sacred rite of passage undertaken by all young Rashemen, who must see the world outside before they join the world of their parents and grandparents. But while my sisters and brothers will return to the land of our birth after only one full passing of the seasons, the omens have warned that many winters and summers shall pass before I see them again. One day, I will find my way back home, and I will bring with me the knowledge and the power needed to repel the dark forces who constantly violate and defile that home. On that day, I will use that power to inflict the reckoning upon those forces which they have done so much to earn. But until that day, there is still so much to learn, so many innocents to protect, and so much more blood to be shed.

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Lotus Thorne , the Unseelie child of the wood

Post#47 » Thu Mar 30, 2017 11:27 pm

The sparkling green eyes of the male Fey glanced back at the maiden, as she lay on the grass . . .with the sun shining through the waving leaves of the mighty oaks above. Iris D'lerian , the elven maiden, was almost in shock. It had all happened so very fast, . . .was it a dream? . . . a night mare? . . . the sting of her wounds certainly brought her mind back to the harsh reality of it all.
. . .Wolves . . .snarls . . teeth . . . laid back ears and eyes that intended death . . . Iris D'lerian had been hunted, circled and then attacked, and were it not for the unexpected appearance of the thin, muscled Fey , she would now be dead, ripped and chewed.
The golden hair of the Fey fell about his face a bit like a jesters hat, and Iris barely recalled the enchants and invocations that subdued both the wolves as well as her. Fear fell away into a comforting darkness . . . as her ears heard the wolves flee . . . whimpering. As she lay on the thick green grass, cool and slightly moist, she felt the Fey's warm breath in her ear as he spoke to her.
"the price for sparing your life . . . is a life that belongs to me. and the Court of the Queen of Air."
Iris , in her shock and dreamy state answered ." Yes . . . i shall be yours . . .".
The Fey placed his finger to her lips to halt her speech and responded , " NOT YOU . . . your first born . . . ".

And so it was . . . Lotus Thorne was born of Unseelie Fey blood . . .pacted to the Court of the Queen of Air. Immediately , she was taken from her mothers bosom and spirited away into the deep wood, where Fey raised her , teaching her the ways of the forest . . . to become animals and other forms , to understand fully the lives they have. And when she was old enough to stand and speak on her own, she was presented to the Unseelie Court, to be dedicated to the Queen of Air.

"What foul creature abomination have you brought before me this day?" , the Queen glared down at the little elven girl, as dark twisted shapes jeered quietly from the sides of the court. Upon close inspection of the child. the Queen grimaced hard and flinging her arms out wide, she proclaimed , " THIS . . . is not worthy of us . . . this . .elven child . . . how different is she from any druid of the circle? . . NO . . . no . . . don't you see what is missing? . . . its not enough that our blood is in her body . . . Let ME fix her. . . ".
With a wave of the hand, the little girl's body began to grow and change . . hideous at first. .but . .wings sprouted, and a shapely body . . .as an almost divine beauty came to her young face . . . and she stood before the Court . .as an infernal temptress known as an Erinyes !

"Hmmmm . . .better . " , The Queen nodded inspecting her work. "Let this be her most powerful form. . MY touch . . . that she will willingly take when ever her life is endangered. Let this form be both a temptation and a curse to all who are opposed to us . . . and let this child be grown from this day forward, for ever a child in the mind and heart . .. but. .in MY gifted form . .let her have all the wisdom. cunning and knowledge of the ages !".

Lotus Thorne walked the forest trails until she found herself in a strange land. .where the ground was stones and not dirt . where instead of hills and trees . .there were buildings . . made of stones and trees . . . and races of folk she had never seen . . . a place called Trinity.
Childish, innocent eyes beheld a new world from inside an adult body of a beautiful Elven woman ... Part fey ... One with the forest ... With a hidden fire of the darkness deep within ...

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Listen to the story of Cara Redheir, messenger from Sune

Post#48 » Sun Sep 23, 2018 11:19 am

Companion, listen to my story.

My name is Cara. I was given the nickname of Redheir when I was still a baby. My surname is unknown, as the exact day and place for my birth.
The place I grew up is called “Long Meadow”, a nice, quiet, and peaceful place. This is a temple – many would call it a fortified farm – near the little village of “Holy Stone”, in the hilly countryside of Cormyr, between Arabel and Tilverton. Over the hills, chestnut trees are spreading their shadows over blueberries and flock of sheep. A river called “Glueyre” is running down the valley, always clear and fresh, even in the hottest days of summer.

This place will always be in my heart. I will never forget its beauty.

The farm of Long Meadow had been transformed into a temple years ago by Mother Myra Dundang, after she inherited the place. At first, Mother Dundang had not dedicated her life to work earth to gain her grain : she wanted to study the arts of magic. Reading books, casting spells, and so on. When Myra came to Long Meadow for the first time, she immediately felt in love with the place. For the first time in her life, she was feeling “like a tree having found where to plant its roots”. The first night she spent in the farm, she made a dream inspired by Mystra: this place would become a temple. But Myra was not feeling deeply religious. And during her former travels, she had been considering different religions as making a whole. Not all religions, though, as some of them could not fit with others. So, she mixed her feelings for the place and the message from Mystra: the farm of Long Meadow would become a “temple of temples”, where many deities could be worship. Gods and Goddesses seemed to agree her idea, and soon many different people went knocking at the door, wanting to “plant their roots” too and to elevate altars for their deities. Those travelers became known in the country as “the Community”, and many people from the land nearby came to pray and to ask for favors, advice, and care.

If you would know them, my friend, you would certainly be happy, as I was. The Community was more than that: it was a family. My family.

Maham Granowah was one of the first members of the Community. She adored Chauntea. Every day Sister Maham thanked Chauntea to have guided her steps to this place. And every day, she was the first to awake and to step out the temple to meet the nature around. The light of a new summer day was still faint this morning when Sister Maham went out of the temple to get fresh flowers for her potions. As usual at this hour of the day, she could smell sweet perfumes coming from the ground, and listen to the animals awakening too. Suddenly she eared an unusual sound near the gate: the faint cries of a baby. She found the baby in a basket, barely dressed. The baby was a girl. She was cold and blank. Maham feared the baby would die soon. She returned to the temple asking for help. Sister Yanhee was devoted to Lathander. She prayed the God to have mercy for the child, and unexpectedly, she was soon able to breastfeed the girl. Mother Myra, who had dreamed of the coming of the child, called her “Cara”. The Community unsuccessfully searched for the parents of Cara for many weeks. The girl received cares and love from all the members of the Community. Love, grace and beauty seemed to irradiate from the child, and joy was with those who care of her. A few weeks after her arriving to the temple, very thin, sweet and beautiful red hairs started to grow on the head of the baby. It was soon obvious that Cara was a messenger from Sune.
And indeed, as Cara grew up, she developed the abilities that Sune was spreading over the world. Beauty was on her, and in her dance and paintings. Cara loved to paint: at any time she would draw and start painting to show people the beauty of the world.

As you stand close to me, I will paint your portrait one day, when our adventures will let us some time for this. You will see how beautiful people can see you.

The girl was happy, and so were those she met. In the village, there was a young shepherd, Hanek. He was 2 years older than Cara. It was obvious he liked Cara very much. And the girl seemed even happier when Hanek was around. The two would spend much time together. Hanek had very little knowledge, but was a very nice boy, and he had a gift: when he played his flute, the time seemed to stand still, and the burden of life would lift over. Cara invited him to play the flute not only when he was in the hills with the sheep, but also when he was with people. Cara found beauty in Hanek’s behavior and in his music. Sune encouraged Cara to find beauty in other people too. So Cara had the idea to organize a beauty festival in Holy Stone. At first, the idea seemed weird to peasantry, but Cara was able to portrait many of them to reveal their interior light and beauty. During the festival, she also honored love, and the beauty of it. Some people even found they were good at singing love or declaim it in poetry. She organized the festival for several years then.

You should have meet those people then: they were so surprised they could love themselves and others. It was very touching.

Cara had found her way. She was 16. In love with Hanek. And then came the terrible year of the Dark Plague. In one year, many beast, people, even trees and plants felt ill and died. The Community had hard work in helping the country around. But their efforts seemed useless. Death was spreading around, hitting more and more lives, as a mad and blind serial killer. All felt desperate, and Cara felt useless. Winter was coming, and the weakest would undoubtedly die very soon. An evening a wizard knocked at the door of the temple, pulling more than carrying a heavy wounded warrior. The wizard was wounded too, but with the help of powerful potions, he managed to stay alive and saved his mate. During the next two days, the wizard was too weak to speak, and the warrior was still unconscious. At last, the wizard recovered from his wounds and told his story. He was from a group of adventurers, coming from Baldur’s Gate in the far West. They were 5 when they left the Sword Coast. After sharing many adventures and wandering where gold could be found, they heard about the Dark Plague afflicting the country. They quickly learned that the plague came from the work of mad Banian priests who wanted to strike Cormyr once again. Those fierce adventurers did not fear death, and thought they could defeat the Banians, heal the country, and get great rewards from Cormyr. Unfortunately, the Banians were far much stronger than the adventurers had imagine. All the members of the group were soon wounded or killed. Only two escaped. The wizard had just had time to use a teleportation spell for his friend and himself. In panic, he didn’t know where to go. So he prayed the Gods to send both of them to a place where they could find help. They landed in the temple. The Community was a peaceful group of priests, clerics, druids, and wizards. They never used their lore and arts for war and death. But they decided that when the warrior would be fully healed, they would destroy the Banians, and restore health all over the country. Cara thought they would need help from the villagers. After all, there lives too had been destroyed by the mad cultists, and they had the right to seek revenge. And also, she feared to go to fight without Hanek aside. So, a few days after the wizard and the fighter arrival, a group of about 30 people took arms to go fighting a group of Banians.

If we had time, and if I had the will to tell it, the story of the fight would be a great one to share with you, with many heroes to sing about. But, the wounds from Bane and his minions are deep, foul, and take long to heal. 2 years after this dark day, my heart is still bleeding, as my Hanek would not come back from the battle. And I could witness only a very few of the combat myself, as I was stunned at the very beginning of it. Maybe this blow on my head was a gift from Sune, or I would not be here to tell you my story.

Many lost their lives during this terrible day. But the Banians were defeated, and the plague ended. Less than half of the Community came back alive. After the death of Hanek, Cara felt into a deep sadness. She even thought Sune had abandoned her. During one whole year, she wandered around the temple, under the trees who had been witnesses of her love for Hanek. On the anniversary of the fighting, she received a small box, from an unknown sender. In the box was Hanek’s flute. She knew then that, wherever he was now, he would still care for her in his way. This gift gave back to Cara will and strength, and she decided to learn to fight for love and beauty, with the help of Sune.

And now, here I am, Cara Redheir, standing in front of you, sharing my love and beauty, still fragile but already willing to give death to my enemies : hate and destruction.

Many times in my life, Sune came to me and talked to me, in a manner only I can know. I know I can trust her. She is my guide and my confident. Her gifts to this world are dear to my heart, and I will fight for them until death.

Love me. Or fear me.
Fond of RP, but newbie on MMO
Played NWN1 & 2 & extensions

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Post#49 » Sun Sep 23, 2018 12:37 pm

Great story! Thank you for taking the time to write that and with such detail! I credited your account.
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The Pacting of LeNarah

Post#50 » Sat Jan 02, 2021 12:10 am

Dust kicked up with every step down this old street that sunny afternoon. Walls of buildings bore the stains from years of neglect , giving them the appearance of being far older than they were. A faint stench wafted on the air, as if death had visited this place ages ago, and left only a trace of its passing. Though the sun was shining, a strange cold seemed to drift low on the cobble stones below her feet. Few sounds came to her ears, and those that did, could have been no more than the sounds of wind, were it not for a totally still day. Nothing stirred, not even a rat on a pile of garbage, yet the feeling of not being alone was almost oppressive.
The muted sounds of her foot steps seemed to be echoing . . .perhaps. . . but no. . . there were other sounds of feet on the dusty road. Dust kicked up with every step down this old street that sunny afternoon. Walls of buildings bore the stains from years of neglect , giving them the appearance of being far older than they were. A faint stench wafted on the air, as if death had visited this place ages ago, and left only a trace of its passing. Though the sun was shining, a strange cold seemed to drift low on the cobble stones below her feet. Few sounds came to her ears, and those that did, could have been no more than the sounds of wind, were it not for a totally still day. Nothing stirred, not even a rat on a pile of garbage, yet the feeling of not being alone was almost oppressive.
The muted sounds of her foot steps seemed to be echoing . . .perhaps. . . but no. . . there were other sounds of feet on the dusty road. LeNarah turned to look behind her, but there was no one there. The face of the young lady was not fearful, but instead, very taught. Sides of her head bulged as teeth ground together. Dressed in a long , ankle length skirt, that was pleated all around, and a form fitting leather vest over a cream colored silk blouse, LeNarah, was beautiful. As long as one did not look into her eyes, she might appear a sweet and lovely girl. However, with in her eyes, blazed fury. As she turned back to her original path, she almost bumped into an old woman face to face.
"Where the frak did YOU come from?", LeNarah squealed in surprise, trying to catch herself from falling with her heels twisting. This surprise face to face with a stranger embarrased her and only enraged her more.
"Watch where you are GOING !", LeNarah raged.
"I am.", came the old cracked voice of the aged woman. This was a wrinkled old hag at best , in tattered faded clothes. "Its where You are going that matters most here."
With that, the hag silently turned , pointing to a door in a near building.
LeNarah looked surprised, and yet followed the direction of the pointing finger , to a door with a number on it : "23623". . . how was this so? . . . the exact place she had come to find! LeNarah left the hag standing in the street, ignoring her, as she moved on. As the pretty young lady went, the hold hag whispered, "Yyeeesss."
The door creaked as the young woman's hand pushed against it. Not even latched nor locked, the door was cracked with age and the planks bent. Inside , the place was dark , and it took a few moments for LeNarah's eyes to adjust from the light outside. This was always such a vulnerable moment, when entering a dark place from outside. Anything could happen before the eyes adjusted. But , once they did, they beheld nothing more than a thin man, bare chested, sitting at a table and a wood screen behind him. He looked like a man of hard labor, and yet very healthy for what may have been advanced age.
"Come in, tell us . . . ", he spoke. He spoke calmly, gently gesturing her in.
LeNarah did not see any other person there, to justify the idea of "us", but that mattered little. In her mind, her purpose was clear, and little else mattered.
"I am told that you can help me . . . with my problems.", she began as the man simply sat and listened. "I am so so sick of being powerless, ignored, disregarded and now. . . Betrayed." She watched for a reaction.
The man turned and spoke to no one seen, "She is just a child." His words clearly were directed to some one, but she found no others curiously. His words hit her hard in a very sensative place, exactly the sore spot that drove her here. Almost instantly, her anger came alive.
"I AM NOT A CHILD!", screamed the enraged LeNarah. "I am just as important as any grown up, and i will have respect, just as much as any one else . . . oh yes, i will."
The man held up a finger as if to pause LeNarah. His head bobbed as if some one were speaking to him, his eyes flickering a bit. Tilting his head a few times , he spoke as if answering an unheard voice.
"True enough, she will be treated no differently than any one else in your service." Then he turned to her. "We can fix that problem."
"I want it."she began, " the power of life and death over others, i want to be feared, i want to be heard and stronger than all of my family together. They have betrayed me and they must pay. Father is a Lathanderite and I cant think of anything more upsetting than this!"
She spoke with an expectation of affirmation, looking with a wide grin at the man, but he only nodded slightly still listening. She continued.
"Gotholemew. .. the bastard . . . forced himself on ME, and then tried to cover it up by saying that he loved me. .LOVED. Well, stupid me believed it for a whole year, as he kept seeing me in private for what he wanted, and all the time, i had no idea he was courting my sister. My dam sister! WELL, imagine how i felt when they announced their marriage !
I . . I just could not believe it! You know, after i got over the shock , I told Mother and Father. . l did. But. . . do you know what they said to me? I still cant believe it. .. they said its for the BEST. By the Shiney Shits o Shar ! . . . they said it is for the best. They said I was just jealous and making it all up and that one day i would grow up and understand. " Again she waited for response, but the man just sat listening.
"Fine, dont care, what ever. But i came here because of your reputation, that you can make a person very powerful, and that i can become in league with grand powers from the beginning of time, even the most powerful of them. Look, i don't believe in a soul, i don't care, so make your silly deal and lets get on with this."
At this time, a shadow moved in the room and a large figure stepped out from behind the screen . . .
* * *
Silence was only broken by the occasional drop of water hitting the pool. The sound echoed slightly in the dark cavern of the cistern. A young woman sat in the dark, her eyes wide open, staring off into space.
Memories raced through her mind over and over, every moment, every word , every smell and sound. It was almost a dream , but it was truth, even though it seemed like a bizarre nightmare.
She could remember the moment the huge figure stepped out from the wood screen. At first, it looked like something massive, dark and terrifying , but then , it was so very handsome. A perfect man stood before her with intense eyes and a face that was dazzling. His voice was easy to hear and to trust. His words were soothing and yet should could not recall them now. She did clearly remembered her hand bleeding ... dripping onto his palm and the hot firey handgrip that followed. She still relived the flush of burning rage that seemed to spark and swell through her body as he held her hand. There was a mixed feeling of extreme fear and dread mixed with extreme pleasure and power ...almost extacy. As her eyes met his, visions of Nessus and the great citadel of Malsheem, deep in the ninth hell came to her as if she had been there. The other eight levels of hell flashed through, with their hierachy of arch devils. Avernus with its barren war torn plains.
She was instantly familiar with the burning iron city of Dis, ruled by Dispater, the goat-footed lord who rarely leaves his Iron Citadel. It seemed as if she had grown up with this.
Then her mind moved to Minauros, ruled by the serpent-bodied Mammon, who few archdevils would ever trust after a previous betrayal. Even the history dance across her awareness like a story being told.
There was Phlegethos, with its rivers of lava and animate fire that wanders the air ruled by the devil Belial and his daughter Fierna.
Then Stygia, the watery realm of crushing ice and lightning-fractured skies ruled by Levistus, sealed in a great block of ice as punishment for his betrayal of the lord of the ninth Hell.
And Malbolge, the mountainous dimension that suffers continuous avalanches and falling boulders. It is ruled by a powerful night hag known only as the Hag Countess.
She saw the seventh layer Maladomini, a place of ruined abandoned cities and constant construction. Its ruler is Baalzebul, an archon of good who was cast down into Hell and transformed into a slug-like creature.
Eighth is Cania, colder even than Stygia, with glaciers that move as the fastest human sprinter and avalanches of snow that bury everything in sight. Cania is ruled by Mephistopheles, who faked his own coup to discover enemies in his camp. This devil is known to make Hell Fire, with souls borrowed from other Infernal lords.
She saw the Pact Primeval. She understood the history of Asmodeus and the gods.
The handsome man who held her hand and flowed images and tales of Nessus to her, let go and looked into her eyes. His mind stood higher than hers, covering the sky like a black cloud of threatening storms. It was clear to her now, she was far greater than she was, but only a speck compared to this powerful creature, and she now belonged to it.
From there, time was lost . She did not recall the steps taken to arrive at her family home , but she remembered standing at the front door to the house, as if on the precipice of a point of no return. She had no idea that her beauty had greatly increased.

Passing into the house, her eyes fell on the whole family of betrayers, sitting at the dinner table, all talking at the same time. No one acknowledged her entry.
It was at this time, extreme joy came to her, as she realized the absurdity of the moment. There she stood, like an immortal all powerful angel of death in contrast to these tiny worthless vermin. She giggled at the humor of it as they ignored her.
With a sweet smile on her face, she began to sing with a passionate voice.
"When i was a young maiden, i brought my lover down.
his promises of life and love were all that i could dream
his kisses and gentle touch were more than ever sweet
so as a young maiden, i brought my lover down.
I brought my lover down."
The family stopped their talking, and all gawked at LeNarah, as if she were interrupting them. The change in her appearance caught their attention. The song continued as they stared.
"He told me that he loved me and offered up his touch.
But when i learned that he betrayed, it hurt so ever much.
So i took my knife with in my hand. .and Brought my lover down . . . "
The last phrase fell from her lips with angry emphasis: "and I brought my lover down!"
Eldritch fire and power ripped into Gotholemew as he sat at the table , his arms around her sister, who was struggling to get free. His flesh burned and the chest exploded, covering the sister with a reddish soot.

"Not a good color for you Sissy, let me clear it off!", LeNarah giggled.
More Eldritch fire hit the sister like a blast from a fire bomb, leaving the charred body still in an embrace with Gotholemew.
"Oh, that's soooo sweeeeet !" , LeNarah quipped at the entwined toasted bodies.

Her father , stunned, was mumbling something about Lathander as she stepped closer to him, her hand set to cast.
"Lathander , you say?", she teased the horrified shocked man.
"Now say Asmodeus", she followed with a gleeful smile. The eyes of her father showed both shock and fear upon hearing this. He shouted out , sounding like a helpless child calling for a parent
"Lathan ... !!"
A bolt of Eldritch fire blazed into the man before he could finish the word. His smoldering body fell to the floor.
"And LeNarah gets the LAST WORD on father!", she shouts out laughing. "Finally, YES, yes, she Scores!! ".

Last was the mother , who was already fleeing out the back door. LeNarah knew the back yard ever so well having played there so many years. Even as a young woman, she would still walk the fun paths that wound through the trees and brush.

"Mother...", LeNarah called out in a childish tone, stepping out on the back porch.
"LeNarah Stop This !", her mother cried from the brush.
One interesting feature that had been granted to the new pacted witch, was the ability to stun at long range with an eldritch bolt.
Knowing exactly where her mother was , a ray of greenish magic shot from the back porch all the way into the trees and brush. LeNarah then walked casually to the stunned woman, standing frozen like a statue.
"I considered letting you live, mother, I really did. I feel for you all those times father shut you up or ignored you. I feel sad for you, I do.
But seriously now, mother, what kind of mother daughter relationship would we have from now on? Think about it... Me telling YOU what to do , ignoring you when I wanted, you doing all the cleaning, washing, cooking , while I enjoy royalty status as I lorded my power over you ... No , that's just too unnatural... thats not how family should be . . .You might even betray me ... Again. . . No . .no , I just can't see things working out for us, can you , mother?"
LeNarah looked into the stunned eyes of her mother.
"Nothing to say? ", she smirked.
"Well, to be totally fair , lets ask nature if you get to live.", she added almost as a joke. Turning to the trees where birds were often heard, she called out ,"Okay, so take a vote ... All in favor of mother living, say 'please great Queen LeNarah, spare this worthless woman on moral principal alone !"
LeNarah placed a hand to her ear and listened intently for such a response, and none came.
"Well, mother, the good friends here in nature don't seem to think you are worth it. Maybe you should have fed them better scraps. But they say you die now . Since you betrayed me, I agree totally."
Eldritch fire blazed through the mother repeatedly, setting fire to the trees and bushes.

Now the young witch skipped away humming a happy tune. She wandered the land until she came to a cistern where rain water was gathered. To clean her self from the soot of her family . . .she climbed in. There the sound of dripping water captured her and she fell into a trance state . . .
However ... The next day ... an oppressive reality came, and the horror and guilt of her actions ... were so unbearable that it nearly shattered the mind. The horror and guilt was interrupted at times by glee and hilarity, the new power was intoxicating. Then visions of horrifying Nessus came again, with its odd seductive order of power.
She felt connected to this far place somehow, as if she was no longer part of this world. She could imagine herself there, walking normally. In her mind she came to a large pool where reflections of flames danced on the mirror like surface, and she looked into it to catch her reflection . . . She saw a female devil looking back in the reflection . . . feathered wings, perfect body and face with the beauty of an angel. This form seemed natural to her, and she was calmed and pleased.
Knowing that she could never return to her previous home, her path eventually led to a city named Trinity. To her surprise, there were others like her, and even when she became one with the erinyes devil form, no one reacted negatively. She chose to stay and find a new life there.

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