Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244 
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Sept 27, 2015 7:04:28 GMT -8
Andraste enters The Conjunction once again, trailing Vain Caulfield, her face touched with its usual placid smile and unreadable eyes as she gives the mage at the front gate her seal to inspect, waiting patiently for the mage to inspect it before getting clearance to enter. She and Vain make their way up the stairs leading to her quarters, Andraste leading as usual, giving vain an even more entertaining show; her wet robes cling tightly to her figure, particularly the lower half, which is the least layered portion of the robes.
She's apparently oblivious to the implications of this, although Vain is surely not. Regardless of whether or not Vain is too distracted to listen, Andraste begins to speak in her usual scholarly tone, "Before we, uh..." she begins to blush profusely, her face heating up, "...begin, I must attend to an important matter concerning an ancient king's power crystal and his wraiths. I believe one of them will be present within my quarters as well, so do not be startled." Andraste makes a mental note to ward her room more strongly. She couldn't have wraiths breaking into her room at every turn, after all, especially if she's to deal with Al Murin on a daily basis. |
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Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175 
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on Sept 27, 2015 7:35:57 GMT -8
"Huh? What? A wraith? Uh huh.mwhatefer you say, Andraste..."
Vain follows the flustered Mage up the stairs to her chambers.
"Does this have anything to do with what was going on at the tavern? With you heading outside to talk to so e guy? Well, be careful. I don't want you to get hurt or anything like that."
He kisses her again as they reach the top of the stairs.
"I'll warm up your bath. Deal with the wraith quickly and carefully, ok?"
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Orgath
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Physical Description: This wraith is covered in tattered black cloth. It has a black leather vest with various pouches and ornaments. A hood is pulled over the head of the wraith, concealing its face.
It generally appears an archer dressed for practical field work, long stays in the wilderness and extensive travel.
Across its back is a black shortbow, by its hip rests a quiver and a sword.
Registered: Sept 22, 2015 14:44:17 GMT -8
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Post by Orgath on Sept 27, 2015 7:43:05 GMT -8
Steps rang out in the corridor just outside Andraste's quarters. Orgath raised his head, fixing his gaze upon the door. He didn't perceive time as mortal man, he could've been sitting here for weeks without moving an inch. The door opened and Andraste entered her quarters. Orgath had expected Al Múrin to arrive almost immediately, but for some reason his master hesitated, leaving Orgath to fend for himself.
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Sept 27, 2015 7:51:54 GMT -8
Andraste smiles as Vain's warm kiss lingers upon her lips, touching them lightly. She supposes there's no problem with pretending it's real just a while longer. She hugs Vain tight to her, snuggling her face into his chest for a moment in this moment they have alone. Then, she releases him, and steels herself to deal with the wraith. She opens the hatch to her study with a quick incantation and climbs up the ladder, pulling herself into the room and looking about.
When she spots the wraith, she walks languidly over to him and smiles. "Wraith, am I speaking to you, or your master?" she asks, plainly. Her instantaneous engagement of the wraith gives Vain more than enough time to slink off to a side room to prepare Andraste's bath.
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Orgath
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Physical Description: This wraith is covered in tattered black cloth. It has a black leather vest with various pouches and ornaments. A hood is pulled over the head of the wraith, concealing its face.
It generally appears an archer dressed for practical field work, long stays in the wilderness and extensive travel.
Across its back is a black shortbow, by its hip rests a quiver and a sword.
Registered: Sept 22, 2015 14:44:17 GMT -8
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Post by Orgath on Sept 27, 2015 7:57:19 GMT -8
"You speak to Orgath the first ranger" the wraith whispered as he stood from the chair. He was tall and appeared muscular under the leather and cloth. "I will answer any question I deem myself capable of answering, for my master does not wish to be present as of this moment".
The scaly gauntlets of the wraith gathered behind its back, its gaze fixed upon Andraste. Cold followed Orgath wherever he roamed, and it had left Andraste's quarters quite chilly from his extended stay. People of weaker mindsets would have trouble even looking at a wraith and more so enduring its awful voice, this didn't matter for Andraste though.
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Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on Sept 27, 2015 7:58:13 GMT -8
And slink off he does. Vain carefully skirts around to the washroom, where he fills the large marble tub with water from a faucet, which he supposed is connected to a cistern of some sort. Maybe it's rainwater. Who knows. In any case, he fills up the tub and puts his hand into the water. He murmurs a quick incantation, and the water is soon steaming at the perfect temperature for a relaxing bath. His task finished, he glances around until he sees a mirror, and spends the rest of the time grinning at himself and blowing kisses towards his reflection.
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Sept 27, 2015 8:03:02 GMT -8
"Ah, Orgath, lovely. Well, tell me first: what are your master's origins? Where did he come from? Why do you obey him so readily? What exactly did he do in the past that he calls himself he who ruled the empires that are now rubble beneath our feet?" asks Andraste, posing the questions rapid-fire, a tactic she uses to try and get the wraith to answer without thinking very hard about each successive question.
She smiles placidly at the ranger despite her inner wincing at the thing's distressing voice, her eyes showing nothing, her body language silent. She is the image of an enigma, her intent inscrutable, her emotions unreadable.
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Orgath
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Physical Description: This wraith is covered in tattered black cloth. It has a black leather vest with various pouches and ornaments. A hood is pulled over the head of the wraith, concealing its face.
It generally appears an archer dressed for practical field work, long stays in the wilderness and extensive travel.
Across its back is a black shortbow, by its hip rests a quiver and a sword.
Registered: Sept 22, 2015 14:44:17 GMT -8
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Post by Orgath on Sept 27, 2015 8:28:59 GMT -8
Orgath was calm and collected, falling silent after her questions. Finally he'd flinch and begin answering.
"I serve because I must" his answer short and simple.
"Al Múrin is said to have been a man once. A great power was invested in him, his late masters hopeful he'd utilize it for the sake of the realm". Orgath didn't actually know the more intricate details of his master's origin, he was but a servant and the need for this information had never risen before.
"He served faithfully, but when his ambition clashed with that of his superiors, he was forced to lay waste upon them and their legacy. He set out to rule the mortal world from whence he had came, and returned with an ambition to dominate all life". Orgath paused, almost awkwardly so.
"He came to the king's of old and instated himself as their ruler. The king of kings. Those who opposed him learned swiftly that his offer was non negotiable. It was half a millennium of peace before he discovered new shores to conquer, he encountered a society of elves that would ultimately lead to his fall. The elves welcomed Al Múrin as an ally at first, but soon learned that his intent was of an unforgiving nature. Al Múrin led the wretched armies of men against the elves, the conflict spanning a century. Al Múrin was nearing victory, but the elves were eager to negotiate a surrender, so he hesitated delivering the final blow".
Orgath paused, thinking about exactly what bits to leave in and out.
"The elves deceived Al Múrin, in hopes of bringing his reign to an end. They had their three most powerful wizards join forces and then do battle with him. The fighting went on for a week, but eventually Al Múrin found himself defeated. The fight had been so violent it terraformed an area so massive that cities of different cultures were left in ruins. Al Múrin found himself banished from the mortal world, but he endured in his cell. Now time has removed all but a few signs of his rule".
Orgath simply stopped talking when he felt he had answered her questions accordingly.
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Sept 27, 2015 9:04:38 GMT -8
"And this is the man you wish me to revive, hmm? One that ruled the world with tyranny and fear? One who betrayed his masters, and started a war with his supposed ally? Mm. I must be careful with how I word my contract with him, I see," muses Andraste. She stays silent for a few moments before speaking up again.
"Orgath, I have a task for you," she starts again, "I want you to travel the lands undetected and gather as much scholarly material on your master as you can find. Do not leave anything out, or I will know. I wish to see what others have to say about this Al Murin before I think about the terms of our arrangement. Go, now."
Andraste dismisses the wraith with a gesture, and returns to her desk, reaching under it and removing the crystal from a heavily warded secret compartment invisible to one who isn't looking for it and nigh-impossible to open for any but its owner. She rolls the crystal around in her hands, studying it once more. Its dark, shimmering surface is strangely compelling to her. She decides to probe it mentally, and suddenly, she establishes a connection with it, and it begins to glow. Now, she's getting somewhere. She decides to begin the contract despite not yet having worked out the exact terms. It can't hurt to just restore a bit of its energy, after all.
She cups her hands into a small fleshy bowl, holding the crystal within as she closes her eyes and concentrates, focusing on the link between herself and the crystal. Mana begins to flow through her and into the crystal, her palms suddenly beginning to glow, thin, sparking tendrils of semi-translucent magenta light trailing from her fingers into the crystal. Almost as a dream, she begins to slip away into unconsciousness, the crystal hungrily absorbing all the mana she channels into it, filling its empty depths with power.
What feels like a few moments later, she jolts back up, panting heavily and blinking down at the crystal, severing her link with it. When had she started sweating? More importantly, why does she feel so weak? Mana exhaustion. It must be, she thinks. Despite the magnitude of power she channelled into the crystal just a moment before, nearly exhausting her reserves, the crystal glows only slightly brighter, although Andraste can sense how much more powerful it truly is. She'll have to be careful with this one, she thinks as she turns it around in her hand once again, studying it one last time before a trembling arm reaches beneath her desk again and stores it away. She struggles to her feet, her knees weak, walking toward the door to the side room with the bath and stepping through the doorway.
It's been almost half an hour since Andraste was left by Vain, what seemed like a few moments to her in reality quite a stretch of time. She moves over to Vain and nearabout collapses into his arms, breathing heavily. "Mm...the wraith is dealt with and my work is done for the day...we may relax, my dear Vain," she murmurs, her voice tired, but also somehow tinged with excitement. It feels good to be pressed up against the daemon's strong chest, wrap her arms about his warm, powerful body. Suddenly, she feels a deep want for him, and she grins ever so slightly up at him. "You still owe me a massage," she says, plainly yet with the teasing implication of much to come.
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Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on Sept 27, 2015 9:09:57 GMT -8
"Finally. I thought the wraith had kidnapped you," says Vain, teasingly. He's kept the bath hot this entire time.
"Now get in the bathtub, you'll probably enjoy this."
Once Andraste is lounging in the warm water, Vain's shirt vanishes and he stands behind her, rubbing her sore muscles with expert precision. He's had decades to practice, and has gotten the skill down to an art.
"Shh...just relax. Don't think about wraiths, or anything like that. Just lie back and close your eyes, and we'll see where this goes..."
After a while, anybody sitting out in Andraste's office might hear some very odd sounds indeed.
[FADE TO BLACK]
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Orgath
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Physical Description: This wraith is covered in tattered black cloth. It has a black leather vest with various pouches and ornaments. A hood is pulled over the head of the wraith, concealing its face.
It generally appears an archer dressed for practical field work, long stays in the wilderness and extensive travel.
Across its back is a black shortbow, by its hip rests a quiver and a sword.
Registered: Sept 22, 2015 14:44:17 GMT -8
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Post by Orgath on Sept 27, 2015 9:13:15 GMT -8
Orgath didn't need to be told a second time. Once Andraste was done with him he left her quarters. His journey was too long to travel on horseback, he was in need of other means of transportation. Orgath informed Al Múrin of the situation, their conversation taking place in a dimension established between Al Múrin and his most trusted servants. Once Orgath had delivered the news, he was recalled.
He disappeared entirely, leaving his clothing, weaponry and equipment falling on the stone floors of the Conjunction.
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Sept 27, 2015 9:20:03 GMT -8
Andraste obligingly strips down to nothing and steps over the rim of the bath tub, easing down into the steaming liquid, sighing pleasurably as she feels the warm caress of the water, closing her eyes for a moment. When she opens them, Vain stands over her, his cut form shirtless and powerful, causing her heart to begin to race despite herself. Luckily, her soft pink cheeks are the only thing that show her sudden arousal; she's already wet all over so the other indicator is hidden, although Vain can probably sniff it out, knowing his ability.
As he begins to work his skilled fingers over Andraste's sore muscles, she squirms lightly, arching her back gently with a soft, almost erotic groan. "By gods," she intones breathily, "what have I been missing out on?" Vain's massage is powerfully intoxicating, and she can't help but feel even more madly attracted to him than before. She looks up at him with half-lidded eyes, her irises a fiery orange as her windows to the soul finally bear her emotions, and they are hot. She pulls Vain's face down to hers and presses her lips to his tightly, trailing her fingertips down his strong jaw with a gentle caress, her other hand wrapped about the back of his neck, pulling him into her firmly. It's the first time she's actually initiated, and it's hot and passionate, two things Andraste is decidedly not on a regular basis. Something is definitely different about her tonight, much to Vain's benefit. She finally pulls back from him and gives him a coy smile. "Yes, we will..."
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Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on Sept 27, 2015 9:33:46 GMT -8
[Several hours later]
Vain reclines in the bathtub, still holding Andraste tight. The water is as hot as it was when they got in, if not hotter from the combined magic and passion of the incubus and the fire mage.
"You know, we don't need to get out if you don't want to, Andraste. We could just stay here all day. I don't mind."
He grins, running his tongue along the side of her neck.
"You don't have anything to do, do you?"
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Sept 27, 2015 9:43:27 GMT -8
"Mmm...no, not right now," sighs Andraste. Normally after this long in the bath she'd be overheated, especially with the amount of physical exertion she's been put through in the past few hours. Instead, though, she feels just as warm and comfortable as when she first stepped in. It must be Vain's influence. Mmm...Vain. He was quite the intoxicating being. The area between her legs begins to ache and tingle again. Truly, she can't get enough of him, but for now she supresses her renewed arousal. If she does any more, she'll probably be unable to walk for a week. That would be bad.
For now, she contents herself with laying upon the incubus' chest, running her fingers slowly up and down his pectoral muscles, caressing his beautiful figure. His tongue upon her neck causes her to shudder suddenly, her back arching lightly as her groin presses heavily against his. "Mmmh..." she groans, closing her eyes, "why must you be so...desirable? It makes it very hard to continue to stay angry at you. I just wish to lay here forever."
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Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on Sept 27, 2015 9:49:03 GMT -8
"Heh heh..."
Vain chuckles softly.
"Because I'm more attractive than it's physically possible for a human to be. Because I'm sweet and I know what you like. Because I'm an actual literal sex demon. And I'm glad you aren't mad anymore."
He snuggles tight against her.
"I told you a hot bath would do you good. Relaxing, isn't it?"
He runs his hand down her body and across her leg, squeezing her thigh.
"Y'know...we don't need to break the binding quite so soon, do we?"
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Sept 27, 2015 10:07:00 GMT -8
"No, we do not. Besides, there are more pressing matters to attend to. I think I can stand having you about for a little longer," says Andraste, smiling brightly up at him. He knows exactly what to say, apparently, and although she knows it's probably just a ploy to get her to be even more receptive to him, she can't help but feel giddy inside that he wants to spend more time with her. What a predicament she's gotten herself into, says the pesky rational part of her brain. It's a daemon, it can't possibly actually feel for you. But she supresses that part of her mind. It is an inconvenient thought, and she has far too many inconveniences piling up on her already. She sighs and cuddles into Vain's chest, letting out a light squeak as he squeezes her sensitive thigh and giggling lightly.
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Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on Sept 27, 2015 12:18:36 GMT -8
[Fast forward to a week later]
Vain and Andraste are in the bath again. Snuggling again, after much romping.
"Heh heh...I can't believe it's only been a week since we met. Look at you now. So forward, so...hungry."
He grins, running his hand up her torso.
"This is nice, isn't it?"
Suddenly, there's the sound of huge footsteps outside the city.
"Knock knock" booms the voice. Vain jumps, and grabs onto Andraste.
"What was that?"
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
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Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Sept 27, 2015 12:32:06 GMT -8
"Mmm, yes, it is very nice," responds Andraste, pressing her cheek into Vain's cut chest, "but I do believe we've become more dirty witihin the bath than we were when we were without." She giggles lightly. She opens her mouth to continue when the booming voice drowns her out. She blinks rapidly and stands up out of the tub, her nude, well-built figure dripping with moisture as she searches around for a dry towel. Finally, she finds one and towels herself off (and simultaneously giving Vain a sort of unintentional strip show), before beginning and completing the complicated process of reequipping her robes before Vain's even out of the water.
She chants an incantation, and her twisted oak staff flies into her outstretched arm from the wall it was leaning on before, her book levitating similarly over to her shoulder and wrapping its leather strap about her arm, securing itself to her. "We should see what all of this commotion is," Andraste continues, beckoning to Vain as she hurries out. She chants once again and a hatch opens at the very top of her tall room, normally hidden to the naked eye, a rope ladder rolling down from it. The weights at the end click as they hit the stone ground and Andraste starts up the ladder. "Follow me, Vain," she suggests, as if he has a choice.
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Vigil
Dedicated
Son of Purge
Roleplay posts: 169
Registered: Aug 28, 2015 11:14:30 GMT -8
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Post by Vigil on Sept 27, 2015 12:33:50 GMT -8
2 Days after Vigil's disappearance...
Vigil returned a couple days after he had left as he said he would in his letter. Appearing via recall. The wisp was looking much different now, he looked as if chunks o himself had been torn off and left floating near him. A pair of glowing lights appeared to be eyes floating amongst his now phantom-y appearance. He had a very vague form of arms floating at his sides. He spoke in a strained voice.
"Aa- Andraste... It's time. I was not sure when I should return..."
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Orgath
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Physical Description: This wraith is covered in tattered black cloth. It has a black leather vest with various pouches and ornaments. A hood is pulled over the head of the wraith, concealing its face.
It generally appears an archer dressed for practical field work, long stays in the wilderness and extensive travel.
Across its back is a black shortbow, by its hip rests a quiver and a sword.
Registered: Sept 22, 2015 14:44:17 GMT -8
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Post by Orgath on Sept 29, 2015 10:12:37 GMT -8
Orgath slithered across the floors of the Conjunction unseen. He had been sent there to deliver something of value, something Andraste needed. He placed the satchel below the ladder for Andraste to find the next time she left or entered her quarters. On top of the satchel rested an envelope, inside a letter would inform Andraste exactly where to go, assuming she had done her job and charged the crystal.
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