role subject Sseline and Udgaard
The loud and melodious scream of a drow pierced through the Center of
Udgaard. Running frantically amongst citizens, the drow occasionally
tripped from the manacles binding her arms and legs. Behind her, the
sound of a hunt erupted from the center of the Palace, and grizzled
jaettes chased after her, flicks of drool coming from their mouths as
cruel eyes showed their sadistic glee. To the citizens, it was like
any other day within Udgaard - a play time for Udgaard Loke as he
sent his men to chase down one of his more recent conquests. However,
the drow female was quick and nimble, despite her manacles and outran
her pursuers through the crowd. As she approached the southern gate of
Udgaard, she spotted the entrance to the Mines and the Underdark.
Between her freedom awaited the guardians of Udgaard, taunting and
jeering at her feeble attempt to escape. A boost of strength amasssed
in her body as she finally saw freedom from Udgaard Loke - only to be
crushed as the ruler of Udgaard leaped from a rooftop onto her back.
He had silently been witnessing the spectacle of her escape, stalking
her and observing the weakness of his soldiers. To him, this was both
a ploy and an exercise to see who would be promoted. Grabbing the nape
of her neck, he lifted the confused female with one hand, noticing the
sweat running down her back and her heaving bosom.

"Marvelous. Quite marvelous to see you run like this, Sseline."

Despite the abrupt setback from her desperation to escape, the drow
female snarled and attempted to fight back, albeit futiley.

"I will escape, Udgaard. You dare treat an ambassador of Teth Azeleth
like this? I will escape, and see you ruined."

A low grinding chuckle emerged from the ruler of Udgaard.

"Do you think I am so foolish to trust your words, spy?"

For a moment, Udgaard tightened his grip of Sseline, causing her to cry
in sharp pain, before loosening his hold.

"Such spirit. Lately, it seems that my women are lacking spirit."

Udgaard leans closer to the drow female, and whispers gently and
lovingly in her ears.

"I will enjoy our foreplay."

The crowd parted way as the indominatable ruler Udgaard, Udgaard Loke,
carried the drow female back to his palace.

Nine months later, the cry of a child heralded another bastard son of
Udgaard and the Sseline's submission to her Lord and Master - her
eventual decapitation took hold a month afterwards as Udgaard lost
interest.


role subject Hatred
"Come Kharnial! Let's play!"

Surrounding him were malfeasants and other bastard children of the
court of Udgaard. However, Kharnial knew he was different, knew that
the others would only tease him about his silver hair and his violet
eyes. The others were all purely human, for none had dared desecrate
another race before. None except his father, Udgaard Loke - after all,
if not him, who else? In his hands was a book of magic and the
outside world. He was always fond of animals - they do not judge, do
not scold, do not speak. How he often dreamed of leaving the dullness
of Udgaard, the brutality of his father and his demand for perfection.
Perhaps it was his difference that made him unique before his father's
eyes. Yet, whenver he stared at them, he could only see intrigue,
cruelty, and cunningness - nothing of care or love. He was merely a
plaything, a ploy to what he hears was his father's greatest conquest.

Ignoring the other children, Kharnial weakly stood from his bench and
walked to the confines of his room deep within the cellars of the
Palace. He knew it was soon time to approach his father in his daily
rulings over the court. If he was late once again, it would be a worse
punishment then before - he shuddered at the thought. Swiftly garbing
himself in a royal robe, placing various trinkets and gems on his body
to appear presentable, Kharnial went to his father's side in the great
Halls of Udgaard.

'Another boring and routine council where the old men talk about
trivial decisions. Oh, how I wish I could slaughter them all. With the
triumphant victory, I would destroy the court, the city, and drink in
their blood. Everyone would know it was I, the useless bastard son of
Udgaard Loke, the plaything who only appeared because I am beautiful.'

A soft chuckle emerged from his mouth during the middle of the session.
His father gazed at him with a promise of retribution. Alas, another
day of torment and torture, and it will continue. Only his books and
the silent thoughts of vengeance kept his interests.


role subject A Sealed Fate
The soft chanting of ancient words woke Kharnial from his sleep deep
within the cellar. After long hours of whipping, he thought he would
never wake up. Yet the ancient words of power were there again, like
every night, drilling themselves in his mind and his thought. He would
chase them down this time. He was close to finding their location in
the past - however, to no avail, as they would abruptly stop if he
came near. Yet today was different. Despite the enduring pain in his
body, Kharnial opened the secret panel in his room and emerged in the
corridor of the cellar. With a small ball of light in his hand, he
swiftly and noiselessly scampered to the source of origin, enough so
that it would have made his mother proud. Steadily the noise grew, and
he could make out some words from his studies. Night, Queen, Eternal,
Blood, Return... At last, he finally approached a well concealed door
where the noise was overpowering. How others could not hear it was a
mystery. Curiousity overcame caution, as it always did, and he silently
cracked the the door open. A tendril of black magic swiftly grabbed
him and pulled him in, scraping his flesh against the rotted wood.

"A rat in our midst?"

The voice reverberated all around him. Kharnial blinked his eyes as
he attempted to refocus his sight. The room was dark besides a ball of
blood red light, from where the tendril appeared, floating magically
above an ancient altar. In the middle of the altar lied a dying human,
stabbed and cut masterfully so that the flow of blood steadily
trickled down the intricate tunnels carved onto the altar. Six points
of exit gave way to six jewelled chalices, each halfway full to the
brim of the human's blood. Next to each chalice was a blood-soaked
human, completely nude, with wild eyes of fervor.

"No..you see..I was just..."

From behind him, dark ominous presence grabbed his arms and lifted him
from the ground.

"Kharnial Loke is it? To think that you were able to hear us..."

Murmurs of agreement emerged from the others next to the chalice.
Kharnial, terrified even beyond his father's abuse, slowly turned his
neck and stared up behind him. He first noticed long elongated canines,
accompanied with blood shot eyes and the skin of white alabaster. A
hypnotic gaze held his sight, befuddling his mind and commanding him
to obey. Despite being caught, the creature behind him smiled fatherly,
similar to what he always wished from his true father.

"An inordinate amount of magical power to detect us. A source to the
ruler of Udgaard? I am sure he must feel at unease with the
reappearance of the Nightborne Queen. I sense thoughts that would
benefit us. Perhaps it would be good to make him one of us."

Thrumming through his mind, making his adrenaline pump, a single
command blazed through Kharnial's head.

DRINK.

One of the chalices, full to the brink, floated in the air. The various
rubies, emerald, and diamonds embedded on the chalice has turned blood
red. Kharnial crawled to the chalice without hesitation. He had resisted
the dark creatures suggestions, even though that one was not aware of
Kharnial's control. However, the power exhibited by the creature went
far beyond anything Kharnial had witnessed. Playing the fool, as he had
throughout his life, Kharnial drank from the chalice.

'The silent screams of millions blazed through my head for what seemed
like eternity. They were of love, of pain, of torment, and of joy -
often times, they were a mixture of both. The sensations they fed off
and emitted were like I was in a different place. Always in ecstacy, to
be recreated and die once again, in an endless cycle. In the middle of
the miasma was a dark sensation. One who thrived off her worshippers,
unimaginable in power and cruelty.'

Kharnial fell to the floor as a single word emerged from his mouth.

"Eshval."

His fate had been sealed.

role Subject Memoirs 1
***From the memoirs of Kharnial Loke***
Day after day, it is the same boring event. My father seems so fond
of his accomplishment, most notably, that one of such attraction as
I came from his useless seed, that he presents me even to those he
beds. It is a bore, a waste of time, when I could be partaking is
far more interesting tasks. The daily life of the court, the glamour
that so many peasants and citizens of Udgaard envy, does have it's
merits I must admit. The laws and rules barely apply to me, as I
am well known in my father's city, and even the most suspicious
of my actions are passed over. Freedom from oppression, at least
as far as my father permits, seems to be my daily routine.

I suppose this discretion gives me the freedom to do as I please
at night. Those nightly routine, with the Leader of the Covenant,
are not without risk. Several times I have found maids and janitors
nearly discover the hidden chamber deep within the cellar. How
unlucky of them. I have far advanced my studies in the shape of
animals - there blood will be sacrificed for the cause of the
Nightborne Queen. Certainly one or two servants will not be missed.
In return, we drink in Tribute to the Nightborne Queen, and the
Leader enlightens us. His powers are unique and vast, almost as if
he is part of the Court of Dark Jewels that he so reverently
describes. At certain times, it seems he is peering deep within
our minds and souls, his gaze filled with such intensity, judging
our worth...And then, there is the aspect of the chalice. It brings
us so much closer to her, my Lover, my Dreamer, the one I devote
my entire existance to. I hear her speaking to me, caressing
my soul, steadily drinking and draining me, always lovingly, always
with such pure tenderness - it terrifies me before I drink the
chalice, knowing that I will be swept away in her mere presence.
And yet, I cannot resist the temptation, the unbelievable and
knowing terror that I will subject myself to. Every journey I
embark on to Her lair, I learn something more, and I am brought
closer to the Marquessa of the Alseigodath.

To stand in her physical presence...I fear I will be swept away.

role subject First Meeting with the Dark Marquessa
The terror settling in the Nightborne Queen's shrine was palpable.
Silent screams of terro and surreptious whispers of lust and
roel + pleasure intermingled from the stream of blood slowly emerging
from the center of the fountain. The heady scent of spices and
the rich aroma of fresh blood enshrouded the shrine, causing
a dreamy high state of mind.

It had taken many years to finally convince the Leader to show
him the shrine of Eshval. Why he had finally caved in, Kharnial
could not imagine. However, the stories and lectures he heard
barely foreshadowed the intensity surrounding Eshval's shrine.
As he relished the sensation and the foreboding ecstacy within
Eshval's shrine, a sweet and caring voice, filled with intansity
and the promise of suffering whispered in his ear.

"You will come, Kharnial."

A shadow passed over his eyes, and he could barely see the outline
of the Leader taking him somewhere dark. The first sensation he
experienced was the icy chill of eddies running across his skin.
However, what most caught his attention was the bespectacled
presence of that which he most coveted, and that terrified his
dreams and life - the Dark Marquessa of the Children of the Dark
Air, Eshval Ulraith. When she spoke, it was as if she knew what
he would say, as if she directed his every movement. Her presence
smothered him, but through his sheer will, he stayed upright.

"Why have you come to me, Kharnial? Why should you be one to seek
me?"

The seductive undercurrent of her voice nearly swept Kharnial's
mind. The terror of the unknown, of the unexpected, had always
plagued him. Even as a child, although he knew that he would be
punished, he never fathomed of the unique ways that Udgaard Loke
uncovered. Indeed, Udgaard was a man well traveled. Kharnial was
mute for a moment as he attempted to gather his thoughts.

"I have witnessed the sensation that is you, Dark Marquessa.
With every drink, more is revealed to me of your existance, and
it is intoxicating. The Children of the Dark Air that encompasses
your Court, shadows that are to emerge as the Gates to your domain
open..."

Sweat trickling down his face from pure terror at this unknown
yet intimate being, Kharnial began to ramble, placing all he
understood of the Dark Marquessa's existance in line. As nervous
and frantic as he was, he sensed that Eshval was amused at his
antics. Suddenly, as if tired of his rambling, Eshval spoke.

"You are not ready, Kharnial Loke. You will be made my servant for
all of Thera to see. But be prepared. I will seek from you Terror
and its application."

The ominous presence drew closer to Kharnial. Lightly caressing
his neck and his ears, she whispered tenderly in his ears.

'Understand Terror and your own Terrors. Know how to invoke it
and inspire it.'

Shuddering in delight at the intamacy shown before him, Kharnial
nearly lost consciousness. As he felt Eshval's presence wallow
away, he was finally able to breathe. A lingering ring was left
in his ear, continuously whispering 'Terror, terror, terror...'

role subject Memoirs 2
I remember a time when nightmares plagued my sleep. Nightmares
I could not escape, no matter how I pleaded and begged, for my
body was exhausted from the torment my father inflicted on me.
Everclinging, shadows would chase me, torturing me, laughing
at my worthlessness. The deadly whip my father uses, dripping
of blood and skin as it entangled my body. The cruel words
of my peers, laughing and goading at me because of my difference.
And yet, eventually I learned to embrace these nightmares,
to control them for what I sought. The goading and laughter
turned to dull buzzes in my ear as I commanded Shadows to
cover my ears. The pain of the whip turned into pleasure as
the blood dripping from it oozed back to me, instilling me
with an unfathomable sense of worth. And amidst all these
nightmares, I sensed a being looking after me, slowly gaging
my worth as it's crimson eyes directed my nightmares to chase
me, only to be drawn into my traps. The shadows of my past
became mine to control, and I molded them, turning them
in beasts and demons covered with fangs and claws.

Funny how those within my nightmares come to my beckoning.
As I dwell more within the Chasm of the Eternal Night, I recall
more of my dreams, more of those Shadowy beasts that come to
my beckoning. Tricksome and fearsome, they seem to resonate
with my nightmares, and their claws and fangs draw the sweet
nourishments that I have so become addicted to. As I have
complete domain over my nightmares, so to will I seek to have
complete domain over my nightmares that have come to life.

role subject The Court
A sense of unease passed through the Thera. Woodland creatures
became agitated with no reason at all as their keen senses
were disturbed by the sweet scent of blood carried in the
winds. A blood red moon rose in the sky as a single command
reverberated in Kharnial's mind.

BLOOD

It had been a week since he last participated with the occult
coven deep within the cellars of Udgaard's palace. The last
blood he drank tasted better than before, almost as if it
were a mixture of various magical essences. The ecstacy
he felt as he edged closer to the Dark Marquessa's realm
became more surreal. Like the nightmares that plagued him
in his childhood, there were times when he became part
of the Dark Marquessa's realm. The silent screams were
silent no more, but whispered seductively of insanity.

Answering the summons of the Dark Marquessa, Kharnial
swiftly and silently passed through the commoners of his
hometown and traveled deep below Udgaard where the portal
to the Eshval's shrine lied. The jaettes gave the semblance
of ignoring the bastard child of Udgaard Loke, yet he sensed
fear and terror as he passed by. A gate forged of iron and
layered with blood rose to met his haste - yet, unlike
other times, when the gates were merely of metal, thick
streams of blood spread across it, almost as if beckoning
his hunger. His blood red eyes gazed intensely at the gate.
He began to utter the words scripted with glowing crimson
upon the gate.

"I seek the Cour..."

Before he could finish his speech, a dark presence swept
him away. As before, he caught the glimpse of the leader
of his coven, yet this time, he sensed an aura of reverance
and acceptance. The spectre that carried him winked at him
as it grinned slightly. As it dissolved back into the
shadows in a mist of blood, there was a moment where the
silent screams that he witnessed during the rituals welcomed
back one of theirs. A moment where he reminesced about the
dark presence that guided his nightmares when he was a child.

These curiousities and thoughts came to an abrupt halt as he
gazed into the hypnotic and seductive eyes of Eshval. She
slowly swirled around him, not only caressing his body, but
the blood that boiled within and the soul that writhed in
in her grasp. Menacing presences seemed to claw out of the
shadows and grab at his life, slowly draining it away.
Kharnial was paralyzed with terror, anticipation, ecstacy,
and lust. The enchanting voice of Eshval resounded across
the shadows encompassing his body.

"You have not earned anything, Kharnial. You are no servant."

Agonizing screams emerged from the shadows as a pulsing blood
red jewel was swiftly thrusted into his heart, followed by
the Dark Kiss of the Nightborne Queen. A growing sensation of
bloodlust filled his mind as his eyes adjusted to the dark
haze surrounding him. All around him were wandering spectres,
souls screaming in ecstacy, and creatures of magnificence
unseen in all of Thera. He felt himself transform as the
dark jewel binded itself to his soul.

Kharnial had transcended being a servant of Eshval Ulraith.
Instead, he had become what he always knew - a creature of
Her domain and a place within Her Court.

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