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 Posted: Mon Oct 14, 2013 11:00 pm
✷♚ The Castle of Black ♚✷ A thin cobble stone path leads through twisting, rocky mountains to a castle that is every bit as dark as the name sounds. The Castle of Black is a large, sharp figure that intimidates most on the ride up, but never the family. Black slate makes up the walls of this castle, perfectly sculpted to sharpened points and thickly laid. Large statues of robed skeletons line the pathway in, and a thick fog normally crawls along the ground outside the walls.
Within the castle walls, however, is a different story. Walls and floors made of the finest black marble make the inside of this castle a sight to behold. From the main entrance, there is a grand staircase that splits apart halfway up and twists in opposite directions. On the wall between the two flights is a banner containing the Black family Crest, a black crown on a silver background with intricate black swirls beneath the crown that form the shape of a skull.
To the right of the entry is a set of large, dark oak doors that lead into the throne room. This room continues the black marble, a silver strip of carpet leading up to two thrones at the head of the room. One throne is very large and intricately detailed with skulls protruding from the top and tipping the arms. Black silk glitters on this black marble throne as its cushions and a drape along the back, just below the skulls and above the cushion. This throne sits in the center of an upraised level. The second throne is much smaller and off to the side, just off of the raised level. It is still made of black marble, and draped with black silk, but it lacks the detailed skulls and size of intimidating measure that the first contains.
There is a back hallway within the castle that is long and thin. The wall, in the hallway, is filled with large portraits of former kings and queens, and below the high hung portraits are small inlets, each containing the skull of the king or queen with their crown placed atop their head. Each time a king or queen dies, their head is ceremoniously removed, cleaned to its skull, and their crown is placed with them. This is so no Black Family member can use another in death, as "only those with a head can fall prey to Necromancy". This hall is usually considered the Hall of Hatters.
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2014 2:35 am
 For those who don't know me, ι cαи ɢєт α вιт cяαzץ, Have to get my way, yup!24 hours a day 'cαυsє ι'м нσт ℓιкє тнαт, Every guy, e v e r y w h e r e , Just gives me mad a t t e n t i o n , Like I'm under inspection. I always gets a тєи 'cause I'm built like that.
I go through guys like m o n e y flyin' out the hands, They try to cнαиɢє мє but they realize they can'tAnd every tomorrow is a day I n e v e r plan. If you gonna be m y man understand...
I can't be t a m e d , I can't be t a m e d I can't be b l a m e d , I can't, can't,↺【 ι cαит вє тαмєם】↻I wanna fly, I wanna drive, I wanna go
I w a n n a be a part of something I d o n ' t k n o w , And if you try to hold me back, I might e x p l o d e, Baby, by now you s h o u l d k n o w ,ι cαи'т вє тαмєם ☠ ↷【ＤＲＥＳＳ┃ Casual ┃ ＬＯＣＡＴＩＯＮ | -- | ＷＩＴＨ┃ -- ┃ ＴＵＮＥ┃ Problem 】 ● ☠ ● ☠ ● ☠ ● ☠ ● ☠ ● ☠ ● ☠ ● ☠ ● ☠ ● ☠ ● XXXXXRidley began walking down the corridors of the Black Castle. Her heels clicked loudly against the black marble, her hips swinging seductively almost as though she were trying to catch someone's eye, only she were alone. Ridley is all about sexual attraction, and it comes natural for her, being a Siren. Ridley always has some form of sex appeal, unless Marionet orders her other wise. Even when she's wearing a floor length dress, she will have a nice large slit up the side, and a nice amount of cleavage showing. Ridley always has to have a certain amount of skin showing or else she appears to be uncomfortable, and almost powerless. She has been ordered by the Queen to cover herself up, whether Ridley actually needed to or if Marionet just wanted to watch her squirm. Even so Ridley would never go against the Queen's orders. Or at least let her know she has.
XXXXX Ridley continued down the hallway, the longer part of her skirt swinging out as she walked, further accentuating the motion of her hips. She had woken only hours before had, still recovering from the two day long festival about a damn berry. Ridley hated just about everyone in White, they were so clean, bright, and happy. It was disgusting, but Ridley loved going to the parties the White Queen threw. They were so large, no one even noticed her there. Granted she always wore a grey dress when in the White Kingdom. Ridley loved corrupting the men of White. It was so easy, like a wolf devouring a little baby rabbit. Every so often she would seduce a nice happy man or woman, and have them walk in front of a racing horse drawn carriage. Oh, the havoc she causes in White, and the Queen makes it so easy considering she invites just about anyone living in Wonderland. Probably even the trees. Ridley had been recovering the entire day prior, and was now up and ready to be with her own people. She were looking for someone in the castle, maybe the Queen, or even one of the nice handsome guards to toy with, but she hadn't found anyone that sparked her interest as of yet. She began to walk into one of the den's. One of the ones that the King decorated himself. The rooms he did always reeked of formaldehyde, and were full of taxidermied animals, creatures, and people. This extremely natural for anyone in Black, and even Ridley found it interesting and beautiful. She pushed open the doors and began in. She walked across the room, taking a deep breath, smelling the all to familiar smell of formaldehyde and death. Only it were much more potent than usual. "I wonder what he added." she said to herself, knowing the King must have added to his dead trophy collection. She began about the room, it had been a bit since she had been here, and nothing caught her eye, maybe he were just working in here. Ridley began to turn back around when she saw someone standing at the far end of the room. Ridley smiled her seductive grin, as she began to saunter across the room towards him. "Hey Dream Boat, I almost missed you." she spoke in her voice was as smooth as honey. "Dream Boat" or Monroe as everyone else called him, was one of the guards in Black. He was one of Ridley's many boy toys in Black. He was just about everything Ridley wanted in a guy, attractive, strong, tall, faithful, and gullible. According to Ridley, she was allowed to have as many guys as she wanted, but none of them were allowed to have girl friends, or else she would bring her "Boyfriend" battle axe and chop the girl to pieces and string the pieces up in the fountain in the city. But as she got closer to him, something wasn't right. He was looking at her, but.. he wasn't... not really, it almost looked like he were looking through her. Like hell would she ever let a man merely look through her. He wasn't moving from his position by the window, as he held one of the curtains open. He wasn't wearing his usual armor that Ridley loved taking off of him, and that didn't bother her until now. It didn't click until she was within 20 feet of him. He was the new trophy. The King probably wanted the curtains to be drawn back, so he used a guard's body to do so. The King was able to do it so well, they looked perfect. Monroe looked exactly as he did alive, not a scar, cut, or seam to be seen. Ridley clinched her teeth, as her eyes narrowed. She wasn't sorry to see him dead, she were upset that she could no longer have their usual fling, and that the King himself took that from her. "Stefan!" she cried out angrily, with a huff. "I swear if you take another one..." she warned, even if she didn't think no one would hear her. If he weren't the King, Ridley would have tried to kill him a long time ago. He was one man Ridley would never go after for pleasure. He was just as evil as her grandfather, and the Queen would have her executed in the worse way possible. However, Ridley was ready to rip his head off right then. She knew she would have to take it up with him to stop making her boy toys into the furniture. ● ☠ ● ☠ ● ☠ ● ☠ ● ☠ ● ☠ ● ☠ ● ☠ ● ☠ ● ☠ ●
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WhitePrinceOfWonderland Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 11:09 pm
 ████ ███ █ T H E___B L A C K___C R O W N ████ ████Bored, bored, bored. Bored as hell! A man sat sideways on the dark throne leg bouncing as he groaned and huffed moving various parts of his body. First lolling his head back from his shoulders to look to the vaulted ceiling architecture then to the side to look to the skulls adorning the high back of his throne and finally whole body snapped to sit upright as he loudly proclaimed, "Screw it!"Then his leg, which had been bouncing about to some unknown rhythm, swung over the arm of the throne. His booted foot came down with a precise 'clack' of its heel on the marble. Then he moved to his feet and stood with a stretch of his arms over his head and a grin on his face. "I'm going."The man walked with purpose in his stride and paused as he approached a servant scurrying forth. He was stuttering about some papers that needed his looking over or signature or some other rot. But instead of an answer the man simply moved a hand to his won head and placed a rather grim looking crown in the servants arms outstretched with the documents and quill. Giving a mocking salute and ending in a profane gesture as he left the bumbling idiot standing there dumbfounded.
For a King, the man more often than not failed to act like one. He had no interest in politics or power, that was for the greedy and lustful. But that said he was not a man to stand idly by and let opportunity for his people pass by. So he endured the parties and meetings with other diplomatic heads, let alone be burdened with a crown himself. Not that being the King of Black didn't come with privileges.
Stefan Noir Warbland was a man of simple wants and needs, but he was cursed to endure constant stresses. Had he been born into a common family he would have been content to open a shop were he sold his taxidermy wares or his tailored suits. Though he doubted his creations would allow him to not walk about unless sporting a fashionable noose about his neck. When you were cursed to see the dead among the living and how they came to be just so, one's sense of beauty also became decayed. Death could truly be a beautiful thing. Those who were deemed worthless now had a purpose as an inanimate object. And if only everything emotional could be mended with a skillful stitch of thread...
His hands in his pockets he moved down the maze of halls only to pause in his step
"Stefan!"
With his head lowered a devilish grin crossed his lips. It seems the siren beckons, do I heed her call?, he mused as he took a step back to look into the room. Ridley stood seething as she found the newest of his additions to this room and he could not refuse the chance to ruffle her feathers all the more. So he stood there outside of the door in the hall and moved a hand to run through his hair with a soft chuckle.
"I swear if you take another one..."
Stefan couldn't keep his tongue anymore and his smirk softened to a smile as he clicked his tongue and shook his head."Why, Ridley I'm surprised. I would have thought you of all people would have enjoyed this newest piece I created."Making his way across the room he moved to stand behind the stuffed figure and leaned on him nonchalantly with an elbow and looked to Ridley with fake concern and sympathy."I mean surely he's worth much more now dead then he ever was to you alive? After all you do just seem to ruin one man after another...And quite frankly I do grow tried of hearing about my own Guards and Knights nightly excursions time and time again out in the Yard during training."Stefan looked aside to the mans still features and let out a soft chuckle as he moved to stroke his cheek with a thumb. "There are plenty of other men out there for you to play with, m'dear. If you must continue to flounce about do so with others outside of the Castle, and far from my earshot. If I wanted a description of your bedroom business and cared a lick for it, I would have inquired in person. But...as that has yet to happen-"Moving from the man he smiled to Ridley as he placed himself beside her looking aside and down to her with a sneer as he lowered his voice and lips next to her ear. ...and not to say one of these nights that I wouldn't. I do so hope you will take what I say to mind, little miss."Stefan drew away from her and approached the door pausing once more to look to her before smiling and entering the hall laughing heartily. Today is certainly shaping up for the better.ｗｈｅｒｅ
THE THRONE ROOM.THEN THE DEN---> THE HALL.
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RIDLEY
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Feel free to chase him down. lol
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2014 12:52 am
For those who don't know me, ι cαи ɢєт α вιт cяαzץ, Have to get my way, yup!24 hours a day 'cαυsє ι'м нσт ℓιкє тнαт, Every guy, e v e r y w h e r e , Just gives me mad a t t e n t i o n , Like I'm under inspection. I always gets a тєи 'cause I'm built like that.
I go through guys like m o n e y flyin' out the hands, They try to cнαиɢє мє but they realize they can'tAnd every tomorrow is a day I n e v e r plan. If you gonna be m y man understand...
I can't be t a m e d , I can't be t a m e d I can't be b l a m e d , I can't, can't,↺【 ι cαит вє тαмєם】↻I wanna fly, I wanna drive, I wanna go
I w a n n a be a part of something I d o n ' t k n o w , And if you try to hold me back, I might e x p l o d e, Baby, by now you s h o u l d k n o w ,ι cαи'т вє тαмєם ☠ ↷【ＤＲＥＳＳ┃ Casual ┃ ＬＯＣＡＴＩＯＮ | -- | ＷＩＴＨ┃ -- ┃ ＴＵＮＥ┃ Problem 】 ● ☠ ● ☠ ● ☠ ● ☠ ● ☠ ● ☠ ● ☠ ● ☠ ● ☠ ● ☠ ● XXXXX Ridley continued to fume as she began to think of where Stefan would be. She knew there was no reasoning with him, but maybe she could talk him into leaving the ones with pretty faces alone, with a bit of her seductive persuasion. Ridley's powers her could be as simple as a thought placed in the back of one's mind, or it could be a tough as forcing one to follow to her will, and be as stiff as Monroe here, though that was only on those mentally weaker than Ridley by a long shot. It wouldn't have been the first time she's used it on someone in the castle, or in the royal family... She decided that he would most likely be cooped up in the Throne room, and just as she was about to turn around, Stefan himself began to speak from behind her. Ridley let out a light breath, as she closed her eyes, to hide the fact that she were rolling them.
XXXXXIn most cultures, and Kingdoms, it was customary to bow or curtsey to the Royal family, but Ridley didn't budge. Of course, she had been with the Black King and Queen for a few years now, and that little honeymoon phase of her curtseying, and being off to the side were over. Ridley watched as he leaned on her now literal statuesque boy toy, and go on about her acts. "You know I can't agree, Your Majesty." Ridley spoke, as she did, Ridley began to saunter over to one of the black couches, and leaned against the arm rest. "It's a waste of a pretty face." Ridley spoke, returning his wide grin. Ridley did indeed enjoy his taxidermy, it was beautiful, it eternalized life and personality in death. It was almost a cruel joke that worked out in such a beautiful manner, but this was Ridley's stomping ground, He was one of her toys, and so far he was one of the few she didn't break. Ridley let out a slight chuckle before speaking again.
"If a little ol' Duchess can ruin the men in your army, what does that say about the army?" she questioned, cocking her head to the side as she did so. However, she stood up and straightened herself back out once more. "Besides, I can't help it if I'm the highlight of their little lives." she, then listening to Stefan as he was basically ordering Ridley to take her business outside the castle, which the thought nearly made her laugh. The people of Black weren't the strongest minded people of Wonderland, They were tough people, but if it weren't for White, they would be the easiest population for her to control. They were always focused on what is beneath their feet to realize Ridley was forcing them to do what they want. Here, there at least was some challenge. But before she could respond, she found herself watching Stefan begin back towards her, and not stopping until he gave her one long look over, and then began to basically whisper in her ear, which what she heard only made her grin widen even more. The king wanted her, then again any man would have to be brain dead or gay to not want a Siren. He made his way out, after giving his words, in that deep hunkish tone that Ridley oh so enjoyed, which may have phased her when she were new to the castle, but now she just basked in the joys of being desired. He let out a laugh as he began into the hallway, and Ridley began to follow him out. Her long strides made it easy to catch up with the Black King, her hips still naturally swinging as she did so.
XXXXX She looked to him with a purse of her lips "We both know that can't happen, Stef. If that-" Ridley paused for a quick second, trying to be the right word to use. "Beautiful queen of yours would skin me, and use me as an undead maid if she found out." Ridley spoke, with a bit of a pouting tone to her voice. Ridley never enjoyed being told what to do, but she knew good and well that the Black Queen would kill her with a snap of her fingers, and it wouldn't end with her death. Not in the Kingdom of necromancers. ● ☠ ● ☠ ● ☠ ● ☠ ● ☠ ● ☠ ● ☠ ● ☠ ● ☠ ● ☠ ●
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WhitePrinceOfWonderland Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2014 2:29 am
████ ███ █ T H E___B L A C K___C R O W N ████ ████Chuckling he turned to her and smiled his eyes closing for that brief moment before looking back ahead of him.
"Then we're in agreement on that at least. It mustn't ever happen. Yes she is quite the woman...even when she's royally pissed she's extremely fetching."
Continuing to laugh he looked aside to Ridley again and winked. He wasn't emotionally attached to anyone, most times even his own wife he could be rather cold and bland. Had she not managed to saunter in on an opportune time the man would have likely remained stag as long as possible. But rules were rules. Unless he wanted the crown to go to some other indirect relative then he would need an heir eventually. A legit heir he was reminded time and again. Women, men, and anything really were just existent in this Wonderland. He could tolerate Marionet and she was beautiful. It was no secret that she courted others, in fact he allowed her to do so. But he still essentially owned her...at least that was how he seen things.
A slight frown crossed his face as he moved to turn the onyx black ring on his finger, looking a bit troubled. But even with his lack of feelings and his talk he had yet to take any lovers himself. Why is that? Do I fear that woman's wrath that much? Or could I truly deep, deep, DEEP down have an inkling of care for that woman who is my wife?Shaking his head he muttered, "Nah, couldn't be.", under his breath as he continued on. Becoming aware that Ridley was still at his heels he turned to her as he rounded a corner."Do you intend to keep on my tails, woman? Isn't there something more productive you could busy yourself with?"Then he chuckled and shrugged with a sigh, "As to your little barb about ruining my men and army I do have to agree. At times they can be a sorry lot. But can they help it when there is something so tempting to be had? If anything it speaks volumes to their mannish character. There's two ways a man relieves stress. "He held up his fingers, first the index. "He fights. Fights until his body aches and he finally exhausts all his emotions back into a tolerable void. And second-" Now the next finger, his middle came up."Well you my dear know quite well to what I imply. But to be blunt I do mean intercourse. But you're a smart girl, no doubt you seen where I was heading this conversation. So in short, you are but a means to an end...and yes I suppose I do provide them little relief from their mundane lives. But why should I when there's plenty such as you?"Though he smiled it was evident that he had clearly been pissed off by the statement that the Duchess had made in regards to his soldiers and army. As he personally overseen them it was not just an insult of his own leadership but also his people.ｗｈｅｒｅ
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2014 3:31 am
For those who don't know me, ι cαи ɢєт α вιт cяαzץ, Have to get my way, yup!24 hours a day 'cαυsє ι'м нσт ℓιкє тнαт, Every guy, e v e r y w h e r e , Just gives me mad a t t e n t i o n , Like I'm under inspection. I always gets a тєи 'cause I'm built like that.
I go through guys like m o n e y flyin' out the hands, They try to cнαиɢє мє but they realize they can'tAnd every tomorrow is a day I n e v e r plan. If you gonna be m y man understand...
I can't be t a m e d , I can't be t a m e d I can't be b l a m e d , I can't, can't,↺【 ι cαит вє тαмєם】↻I wanna fly, I wanna drive, I wanna go
I w a n n a be a part of something I d o n ' t k n o w , And if you try to hold me back, I might e x p l o d e, Baby, by now you s h o u l d k n o w ,ι cαи'т вє тαмєם ☠ ↷【ＤＲＥＳＳ┃ Casual ┃ ＬＯＣＡＴＩＯＮ | Hallway | ＷＩＴＨ┃ King Stefan ┃ ＴＵＮＥ┃ Problem 】 ● ☠ ● ☠ ● ☠ ● ☠ ● ☠ ● ☠ ● ☠ ● ☠ ● ☠ ● ☠ ● XXXXX Ridley couldn't deny that Marionet wasn't beautiful, but that didn't mean she completely like the woman. She just didn't feel like lying to Stefan, and decided to call Marionet "Beautiful" rather than calling her "an old bat" like she were thinking. Ridley rarely ever got along with woman that were as strong or stronger than her, mentally, physically, and verbally, most of which, Marionet was. Ridley didn't like being out matched, and out ranked, and She was happy to say, currently, Only Six people in all of Wonderland out rank Ridley. He began to speak to him self before turning back to Ridley, which was common in the Black lands. Ridley often found herself holding with nice conversations with her self.
XXXXX The Black King turned on Ridley, and questioned her. Ridley smiled to him, placing one of her hands on her hip, and shifting her weight, to once side. "What could be better than being in company of the most handsome King in all of Wonderland?" she said with a smile, that was all to sweet and seductive. Ridley would consider him the most attractive, however there was only one king left alive and that was the Red King, now that the White King was assassinated a few years prior. Ridley was being nice, trying to compensate for her stab at him about his army, but she was a fool to think flattery would get her anywhere with Stefan. He made it obvious that he were less than pleased with her, but she didn't let her seductive smile subside, if only it faltered a bit when he made the gesture that could only imply sex, which caused her to raise an eyebrow. Ridley was aware of how men took care of their...anguish and needs. She counted on it, and toyed with it. Ridley of course loved the pleasure, but she also loved just watching chaos ensue. Usually she would pit to men against each other and watch them fight. She had never done it with actual men in the army, knowing that would be sent to the King and Queen, but that didn't mean she couldn't with the men of Black, or any other kingdom for that matter.
XXXXX Ridley then switched gears on him. Having one of the Royals upset at you was not a place to be, even for a Duchess. Ridley faced him completely, and reached up and ran the back side of her right hand on his cheek. "How do you relieve your stress, Your Highness?" Ridley's voice poured out like honey as she spoke. As she did so, she began to use her seductive powers. She wasn't trying to force him to do something, she wanted him to not be angered with her. She began to fill him with lust, though of course it wasn't true, and if he thought it through, he would easily see through her ruse, as her hand slid down to his chest, and rested there. She wouldn't lie, she was terrified of the Queen's wrath, as well as the King's, but she was confident enough to try and use it on him, so she didn't have to feel the King's wrath. ● ☠ ● ☠ ● ☠ ● ☠ ● ☠ ● ☠ ● ☠ ● ☠ ● ☠ ● ☠ ● iNk_mAy Whoops, Sorry! I didn't quote you did I? I'm just going to count that the Red Kingdom as a King...
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WhitePrinceOfWonderland Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2014 9:36 pm
████ ███ █ T H E___B L A C K___C R O W N ████ ████"How do you relieve your stress, Your Highness?"
Ridley's hand moved against his cheek and jaw to trail down and land against his chest and he found himself smiling smugly as he paused in his stride and turned to her. His hand came up to encircle hers as it laid there against him and he chuckled as his other hand moved swiftly."Oh nothing that would serve as much interest I'm sure..."His other hand encircled her waist and he moved in something of a waltz step down the hall. "Well now let us see...There's taxidermy. Sewing and mending a stitch. And then..."Each phrase warranted another step until he finally dipped the Duchess and looked to her rather seriously. "There's simply conversing and enjoying a damn good cup of tea. Which is what I was about to do. Head into the Town and sample the wares. See how the trade is fairing. Rather dull I know but necessary."Giving her a wink he set her back up properly and took her hand from his chest moving to press it to his lips. It'll be best to try and put some distance between us...Lest I misstep and am found by my lady fair. She'll have both our heads."I do hope you'll come to see that what I did was for the best. After all it would be a shame for a beauty to be so cross, and it will tarnish your fair visage."Stefan released her hand and smiled as he moved once more from her. The shift in his demeanor was a bit unexpected but luckily he knew better than to truly indulge in the tempting morsel before him. Stefan rather liked his head where it was between his shoulders. He moved a hand to the collar of his shirt moving it as means to be sure it wasn't constricting his airway. He feared his wife and her wrath, but her beauty was also what helped him be persuaded to take her as his wife. Though he had this undying nagging feeling that neither of them were truly happy in this facade of marriage.
He hadn't lied to Ridley, he had all intentions of heading out. But stepping outside of the Castle always poised its problems. Not just all the attention from the living but from the dead as well. Bracing himself he passed near a skeletal rabbit the like of which he nearly tripped over only to stop as he noticed it held a hat in its skeletal maw. Smiling he knelled down and took it from the thing and stroked its skull."And the gloves?"The skeleton hobbled off and returned with a pair of gray gloves. Standing upright the King put on his gloves and finally set his hat on his head. The skeletal critter looked up to him with empty eye sockets and chuckling
Extending a finger he promptly proclaimed, "Boop!" and tapped the nostril socket rendering the skeleton lifeless once more. It wasn't the dead bodies that bothered him. No, those could always be played and manipulated like puppet son invisible strings of which he was the Master. Rather, it was the lingering souls that caused him distress. It was a horrid curse that marked him as a true heir, and burdened him since childhood. Few could understand, and it was even more taxing to try and explain. ｗｈｅｒｅ
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RIDLEY
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Might make some posts in Town...debating. lol. Mainly just want to exploit his "dead sight" and drink himself into a stupor.
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