Eri's Roleplay Info

Pairings

• Playstyles Chart

  Always Willing:	Sometimes	Maybe	Never (Deal Breaker)
  Always Willing: Medieval Fantasy World Building Detailed & Descriptive roleplay OOC Friendships Horror Plays: 1 PC	Sometimes Books (Listed) Anime (Listed) Video Games (Listed) Modern Fantasy Futuristic Plays: Female M x F Roleplay F x F Roleplay Small Group (Me and Two Others)	Maybe Slave Roleplay Being Dominate Being Submissive Plays: Male Plays: NPCs	Never (Deal Breaker) Slice of Life (Modern) Pure SMUT/ERP One Liners (Sorry) IC to OOC Plays: Futa Underage (OOC or IC) Plays: 2+ PCs at once. Plays: Just NPCs Plays: 1x1 Harems (If you wish to have one, please include other female players or play the female NPCs)
• My RP Request

  
  Currently Only Seeking:

  • Dresden Files RP
  • Warhammer 40k RP
  • Berkserk/Song of Ice and Fire Type Fantasy Roleplay dealing with Mercenaries/Raiders/Bandits

  
  
  

  Books:
  ~ Wheel of Time
  ((Setting: Before or After Books. MxF or FxF. OCs))
  ~ Dresden Files
  ((Setting: Any. MxF. OCs))
  ~ Lord of the Rings
  ((Setting: Before or After Books. MxF or FxF. OCs))
  ~ Harry Potter
  ((Setting: Any. MxF. OCs))

  
  

  Anime:
  Berserk ~
  (OC/Cannon Pairings welcome. MxF)
  7 Deadly Sins ~
  ((I enjoy the setting: MxF or FxF. OCs))
  Naruto ~
  ((Setting: Before or After Anime. MxF or FxF. OCs))
  Soul Eater~
  ((Setting: Before or After Anime. MxF or FxF. OCs))
  Sword Art Online~
  ((I enjoy the setting: MxF or FxF. OCs))
  Log Horizon~
  ((I enjoy the setting: MxF or FxF. OCs))
  Pokemon~
  ((I enjoy the setting: MxF or FxF. OCs))
  Digimon~
  ((I enjoy the setting: MxF or FxF. OCs))

  
  

  Video Games:
  ~ Mass Effect
  ((I enjoy the setting: MxF or FxF. OCs))
  ~ Legend Of Zelda
  ((I enjoy the setting: MxF or FxF. OCs or Cannon))
  ~ The Witcher
  ((I enjoy the setting: MxF or FxF. OCs or Cannon))
  ~ Guild Wars 2
  ((I enjoy the setting: MxF or FxF. OCs))
  ~ World of Warcraft
  ((I enjoy the setting: MxF or FxF. OCs))
  OC x OC--
  OC x Khadgar-

  
  

  Settings:
  Modern Fantasy~
  --Military

  --WW2
  --Modern Warfare
  Solider x Solider
  Solider x POW
  POW x POW

  --White Wolf: World Of Darkness

  --Pair Them In any order--
  ((Example: Human x Dragon))
  Werewolf
  Vampire
  Changing Breed
  Changeling
  Mage
  Scion (Children of Gods)
  Hunters

  --White Wolf: Aberrant
  
  Medieval Fantasy~
  --Adventure/Quest
  --Romance
  --D&D 3.5
  --D&D 5ed
  --Pathfinder

  --Pair Them In any order--
  ((Example: Human x Dragon))
  Humans (Good or Evil)
  Elf (Good or Evil)
  Drow (Good or Evil)
  Dragon (Good or Evil)
  Naga (Good or Evil)
  Centaur (Good or Evil)
  Kitsune (Good or Evil)
  
  OC X OC (If you don't see a roll here just ask!)
  
  --Knight
  --Lady
  --Lord
  --Peasant/Nomad
  --Wanderer/Adventurer
  --Bounty Hunter/Mercenary
  --Royalty
  --Thief/Bandit/Outlaw
  --Other (Mages, Necromancers (Lichs ), Druids, Spymasters, Paladins, Anit-Paladins...etc.)
  
  I can also play any D&D or Pathfinder Races or Classes!

  
  Futuristic~
  --Warhammer: 40k
  --Eclipse Phase
  --Post Apocalyptic World
  --New World

• Warhammer 40k/30 Plots

  Psyker X Inquisitor Plots

  
  Plot One: A Gift of Peace
  --Other Options: Psyker x Space Marine (30k/40k) I Psyker x Emperor (30k)
  
  Elodia sat upon her knees on a cold stone floor. Her bright blue eyes looking around the odd room, at all the things she had never seen before. The Architecture of the Imperiam was so much different than the architecture of her world. The color of jade had been replaced with blood red, the warm ivories replaced with black. It all made her uneasy, though her eyes quickly shifted downward as she heard the larger doors to this room open. It would have been bad to have been caught looking around with out permission. Even if the ring that controlled her collar rested on a pedestal only feet away, even if she wanted to run she could not however. No, the last command she had been given was to kneel and wait, so in turn, the collar forced her to do so. Her body heavy, like someone was pressing down on it.
  
  Seanchan, and her nine moons had finally excepted defeat at the hands of the God Emperor of man or at less his forces. Elodia, a Psyker as the Imperiam called her, was being offered up as a gift to of good will to the commander of the fleet. She had been taken from her Handler of nearly a century to be given away. It didn’t set well with her. She did not know these people, or their ways. They had killed Levian, a good man. An honorable warrior.
  
  Finally, she heard the sounds of foot steps, “So this is your Psyker?”
  
  “Your Psyker my Lord,” The woman had an accent that might have sounded odd to anyone else, but to Elodia it was the only thing that was familiar. “Her ring is on the pedestal, ready for you to take.”
  
  “And what...I just put on the ring and say something. The witch will do it?”
  
  “You don’t even have to say it, you can just think it my Lord...and this Psyker as you call them will obey every order.” Elodia could feel the smile in the woman’s voice. “They are good pets our...Psykers as you call them, they will obey or they will be punished.”
  
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  Plot Two: A Long Road
  
  Zethina laid in a medical bed upon one of the ships that now circled the planet she had been on. Things had been going so well, not as good as others, but better than her other duty stations. For the most part, people just left her alone when she was not on the job. Sure she still got blamed for things that happened here and there, but she had gotten used to that kind of thing long ago. Keeping her head low and working hard. It had worked well, always moving forward and not backward. No matter how much they tried to find a flaw in her.
  
  But now, things were looking bad, really bad. And there was a knot the size of her fist in her gut that told her....they were going to try and find some way to pin all of this on her. After all, she had been in the area when the bases power failed and the enemy forces pushed threw. She had used her power to try to hold the line, but something had happened. Something had gone really wrong, really fast and she could not remember. All she knew now was, her life was pain. Her leg hurt and she had already been threw a few surgeries, and the medial personal were not even sure if she would walk again on it. Zethina had over heard that much, when they were not talking about her in other ways that was.
  
  With a deep breath, she finally allowed her eyes to clothes. Her head to rest on the soft pillow, hands pulling at the warm blankets that covered her bed. The nice heavy ones they only ever seemed to use in the medical wing. Her mind tried to wounder, to go to darker places like the thoughts of the Black Ships that might be on there way to get her, but Zethina was skilled enough, strong enough to rein her mind back in. Pushing thoughts to the back of her mind until there was nothing more then the gental humming of silence.
  
  It was her own mubbleing that bought her back to the world of the living. A bit submissive...never show your fangs. The words left her lips with out even a thought, she didn't know why she did it. It had always been a tick of her's, ever sense she left Terra....repeating over and over the last thing her only friend had ever told her. A whisper in the night until the dragged the two girls appart. One would head to the fleet, and the other. It made her shiver, surely her friend had made it out as well. The other girl had been just as strong as Zethina, sure she was lacking a bit of control, but that was something that could be learned. And sure she was not as mild-tempered as Zethina had been. But, Zethina had always been a bit tame.
  
  Something caught her eyes, and slowly Zethina looked up. Her breath caught in her throat and her heart seemed to fall to her knees. Bright eyes locking on the rosette that hung from the man's side.
  
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  Plot Three: She is Yours
  --Other Options: Psyker x Space Marine (30k/40k) I Psyker x Emperor (30k)
  
  Serina felt the sudden pain in her right shoulder, a white hot pain. Yet when she looked down she could see no blood, no wound. Hazel eyes at once went wide as she heard the cry of pain in the back of her mind. The woman swinging around to where she knew her Handler had been, and there he was on the ground. Looking up at another man dressed in the same garb as these invaders. A weapon pointed at him as her handler spoke to this man. Hands lifted out before him, one hand moving to remove s ring from the other.
  
  She called out to him, she could save him. All he had to do was give an order...but it was not the order she had been waiting for. He told Serina to kneel and wait. Yet, as she did she watched as five Titans in radiant armor slowly closed in around her. The woman had never feared death before, but now she did. Her heart raced in her chest. Watching as these men with their weapons that spit fire closed in around her, closer...closer.
  
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  Lynden reached out with one hand toward the man that had shot him, the taste of copper in his mouth as blood slowly dripped from his lips, “Please...don’t hurt her.” Again he would offer the man his ring, “Take it...please. She is a good girl. She will listen and obey.”
  
  The man felt another rush of cold pain run through him as darkness slowly closed in around him. Horror showing in his eyes as the Space Marines slowly closed in around Serina as she took a knee as he had commanded through the ring, “Please...call them off. She can’t hurt them.” Again he would offer the man the ring. “Spare her, I give her to you.”
  
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  Plot Four: Remember The Past
  --- F/M or F/F
  
  Zethina sat at her desk, it was temporary...the whole office was. She had just gotten her new ship, her first ship...and everything was being put into their place which was not only a lot of work but a pain in the woman’s ass. She had not see what was wrong with her old ship, only that this one was bigger. Bore the markings of her Ordo better. Soon though, she could stop hopping around. Yet, despite all the moving around paperwork always seemed to follow her no matter how far she went. It drew a sigh from her as she looked down at the folders on her desk. On top of them all was a list of assignments.
  
  Finally, she looked up from the file. Taking in her office. It was big, not big as most, but big and dull. Lots of room to pace around which she often did when thinking. The woman sinking back into her chair, her hand running over her rosette as if it was a lover or some kind of beloved pet. Her other hand moving to push locks of stark white hair out of her face that held such youth and beauty it almost looked unnatural. More so to think that one of her age could be an Inquisitor.
  
  The perks of being a Biomancer, one could always look her best no matter how time had tried to make her look. Her skin pale, that with her white hair made her green eyes look so bright they looked just as unnatural as her age.
  
  The woman dressed in the traditional robes of her Ordo, her power armor most likely stored away on the ship waiting to be used. But for now she waited for the word that her new office was ready.
  
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  Zethina moved quickly down the hallways of her new ship, everyone stopping to watch her. The crew was new, and most seemed to be rather young, still they should have known better then to stop and gawk at an Inquisitor. More so, their Inquisitor. Not that she cared right now, the poor boy from the Administratum that was sent to be her secretary was damn near running to keep up with her.
  
  “My Lord..Lady...Lord Inquisitor. Inquisitor Donavan is waiting for you in your new office. He says he has a gift for you or something.” The young man stuttered some, his face going pale as Zethina stopped and looked at him. A smile pulled at her lips which made the man even more jumpy.
  
  Little did the woman know, she was about to face her past in the most interesting way. That her so called gift was a personal Psyker of her own.

• Grab and Go Plots

  ((Setting: Medieval Fantasy: Western Europe during the late Middle Ages organized somewhat loosely in a semi-feudal system. There are also a number of notable cities, and trade between nations is common, as in the Renaissance era. Likewise, there are regions where more barbaric tribes and customs persist.))
  
  (Pairing: Lady X POW Soldier) (Role: Me playing Dominate / You playing Submissive)
  
  War had always been an interest to the young Lady Criella of House Damakos, having been the second child of her father’s name the Lord had hoped for a son. Yet, as soon as he saw his only daughter, it was love at first sight. The young Lady becoming the heart of the old man, even if the Gods did bless him with two more sons, and his first staying healthy to carry on the family name. Still, he did have a challenge on his hand, his young daughter more interested in bows & sword play then in her Etiquette lessons.
  
  Still, she had become a fine woman. Skill with both sword and the silver tongue in her mouth, often charming those around her like a bard would do a court. Yet, she still loved to what her father and brothers during their war games. Her personal guard keeping her safe on a hill that over looked the battle field below against another noble house.
  
  The deadly dance of sword and shield, horse and man, pikes and bows. Two lands fighting over something most of the common soldiers would not know about, still they would lay down their lives for their Lords in blind loyalty. It made her smile, a coy little smile as she watched her brothers and father’s lines push the rival house back. House Damakos’ soldiers slowly growing tight around what was left of the rival soldiers like a noose around a dead man’s neck.
  
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  ((Setting: Medieval Fantasy: Western Europe during the late Middle Ages organized somewhat loosely in a semi-feudal system. There are also a number of notable cities, and trade between nations is common, as in the Renaissance era. Likewise, there are regions where more barbaric tribes and customs persist.))
  
  The girl had grown up with slaves and servants of her own, always finding them taking care of her every need. Such a life she had saw as dull and lifeless…a life she wished she had back. The Kingdom of her father was no where in sight, evening questioning if the people of this land knew of the place she had grown up and ran away from. The place she would get back to no matter what she had to do. But hope seemed nothing more then a dim light, she had crossed seas and unknown lands to get to this place. Not even sure how she had gotten to this land or even what land she was in. Knowing only that the last friendly ship she was on had been attacked and her thrown overboard into an unkind sea.
  
  She looked nothing like a princess when those traders found her, dress long replaced by a worn tunic and trousers. Feet wrapped with bandages instead of shoes, hands covered by fingerless gloves. Her hair was tangled and dirty, her skin much darker thanks to months of dirt and dust. A few cuts here and there caused by her travels and hope of adventure…it was no wonder they mistook her as a homeless bitch or a pirate. The traders telling to many lies for her to keep up in order to finally sell her off to the slaver she was with today. Chains and cuffs adorn her wrist and ankles. Being pushed along with the other slaves.
  
  She did not know their story nor did she really care, all she cared about was getting away from this place and going home where she belonged. Finding out in the past few weeks that her dull life might have been worth it all alone and she was indeed wrong to leave like she did. But that might just be the slave talking, after all she didn’t really mind her life until this point. Watching as the marketplace started to slowly feel up as the black curtain was opened, a few people walking up to her, poking at her before walking away….looked like they were the ones allowed to make privet bids. Most likely high class or maybe of royal family. One by one the slaves before her where brought to the front the stage and the bidding started. **Do I hear 10 silver, 10 gold…how about 100?**, a little bit of information was given about each slave. Their health, their so called crime or past, things the people below wanted to know before buying them like a slab of meat.
  
  One by one the slaves went, a few not making the cut and where pushed behind toward the back of the stage. Finally the girl herself being pulled to the front of the stage. “A find little thing we have here, tested and found to be still pure. A rare thing for a Pirate Whore. Healthy and strong….So I will start the bid at 50 silver….Do I hear 50 silver?”
  
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  ((Setting: Legend of Zelda))
  
  She was in a daze, staggering disoriented threw the Hyrule Field after a big battle with a demon that had been sent by Ganondorf. She was bleeding profusely from multiple wounds and with every drop she could feel her strength leaving him. Her numb fingers could no longer hold onto her sword. Thus she dropped them with a dull clang and fell back against an old mossy tree. A deep moan leaving her lips. She could taste the blood and did she best to spit it out only to have it slowly drip down his lips. Doing her best to try and raiseher hand to wipe her mouth. Yet, it would not move, her muscles screaming in protest. 
  
  Finally her feet slipped out from under her, legs giving way to her weight. The girl slowly sliding down the tree meeting with the bloodstained earth beneath her, legs bent up to her chest. The scrunched position only making the wounds hurt worse. Doing her best she stretches out his legs, the task painstakingly slow. Intense agony greets her movements. The girl choking back a gasp, eyes slowly looking down to realize her cloth armor was soaked. A deep gash ran across the right side of her abdomen. The cloth already saturated with blood, but it would not be enough to stop the blood flow. Then the deep, crashing waves of pain came. She could not help but cry out, gritting her teeth, squeezing her eyes shut; wishing fervently that she has remained ignorant of the wound.  
  
  She tried her best to stop the bleeding, her left hand now over the gaping wound. The extra pressure ripped another scream from her. It felt like her stomach had exploded, involuntarily coiling up. Her forehead now touching her knee for a moment before she spasmed, throwing her head back and hitting the tree behind her. Gasping for breath, she felt lightheaded. She felt as if....no she hoped she was going to pass out soon. 
  
  She was still slumped against the tree she had fallen against. How long ago? Her sense of time long lost...was she in heaven? No, something else woke her from her pain filled slumber. A warm hand against her cheek, she tried to speak but her lips would not listen to her. They would not move. The girl slowly trying to push himself up into sitting but some voice stopped her….she knew that voice….
  
  She collapsed with a yell, her vision crimson and black her face contorted with pain, her body screaming in pure agony her lungs....feeling....crushed.  Her world once more going dark as she heard the unknown voice once again.
  
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  ((Setting: Medieval Fantasy: Western Europe during the late Middle Ages organized somewhat loosely in a semi-feudal system. There are also a number of notable cities, and trade between nations is common, as in the Renaissance era. Likewise, there are regions where more barbaric tribes and customs persist.))
  
  (Pairing: Slave x Owner)
  
  The desert heat was hard on her flesh as she waited for two armed men do drag her onto the stone stage. Mean while, she could not help but look around the busy and well dressed market of this large city. Down the large, wide street she could see a sea port, its large ships going and coming with the wind and tide. Brings good from unknown lands to be traded in this lands capital city. Lining the streets where shops and stands selling everything from fresh goods to find silks. Horse and mules moved up and down the street being lead by their owners as the farmers brought in there goods for sell. The day still young as the market place just opened.
  
  Woman out side gathering water and needed items for the day, older children seemed to heard around chickens, sheep and goats. The younger kids playing in the streets with out a worry in the world. Men talked with one another and people slowly gathered around the stage to see the new shipment of slaves to be sold. This city a melting pot of the many races that called this land home. Elfs, orcs, humans, some things that looked like cats. Even a Naga seemed to cross her view. It was not a rare thing as long as the tribes where peaceful, though feral trips of such races still caused problems.
  
  Then again it was also not rare to find any of these races on the slaver’s block. There where a number of reasons why people where sold as slaves. Villages could not play taxes, men could not pay debt so they where ether enslaved or a member of their family, thefts and the poor. Maybe that’s why the streets where kept so clean and free of the homeless. And just like all these people Angzyn found her fate. However, her story came because of the war that had been raging in the east. Her village captured by the enemy, most the men killed the rest sold into slavery along with the women and children.
  
  The slave girl not quite an adult to her people, just reaching the age of nineteen in her races years. Though to humans she would be slightly older. Dressed in rags that barely covered what they needed to, making her shy away when ever someone came close to her that was not a slaver. Listening to the auctioneer call out the first bids of the day for a young male slave. Maybe around her age or younger. Another slaver coming around, allowing those that paid him a little under the table to get a privet show of his stock before they where put up on the block. 
  
  Oh how she hoped no one would bid on her, hopes short lived with the first call of 50 silver. The price quickly rising to one gold, then ten. The girl quickly loosing track of how much was being put on her head, the people below her like wolves bidding for a slab of fresh meat. Ears lowing, body doing her best to back away only to be pulled back by the auctioneer. Another slaver pointing out the things the auctioneer was pointing out about her. Everything from that young, beautiful face that house almost stunning hazel blue eyes. A body, untouched by a man, slim yet still holding the form of a dancer. Quickly pointing out that she was still young thus she would be able to be taught things early. Noting that her village had been known for there female’s ability to sing and dance, cook and mend clothing. Skill that her mother indeed taught her from a young age. Then there was the talk of magic.
  
  Her ears lifting up as the bidding grew quite, almost as the same time a dark looking man moved toward the block and her. The men and women that had been bidding on her backing away as if they just gave up on buying her all together.
  
  The words seemed to echo threw out the market, the girl at once trying to move from his hand when he reached up to grab her. One of the slavers moving toward the man, and they talked for some time. The one that sold the lives of other soon giving a fake smile and handing the darker man the lead to the collar around her neck. The same lead that ran threw the loop that kept the cuffs around her wrist close together.
  
  She would not answer...then again the soft cry and hiss might as well have been an answer in itself.
  
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  ((Setting: Elf x Drow))
  
  The evening breeze seemed to be filled with the smell of winter snow from the mountains above, a sign that winter was indeed nearing the Forest of the King. After all fall had already turned the trees gold, red and orange, the colors giving an almost magical feel to the area. Then again that’s how she felt.  Quarue Chessala'ae Zau'ghym, it was a mouth full for anyone to say. Yet, it had been the name her father had given her. Quarue had been the only daughter of her late father, and the youngest of many children her mother had given him. Thus it was no shocker about what path he had chosen for her. 
  
  A Priestess of the Goddess Eilistraee, though the title was indeed an Honored one it was by no means an easy path to take. Her days long had been taken up with teaching and training, both that took its toll on both the mind and body. Because of this Quarue often found the quiet and peace of the night to both welcoming and relaxing. 
  
  The young drow had been born into the surface world, but even then her flesh was--though dark compared to both other breeds of elf and the human--very light, almost as if it had been kissed by the moon herself. Long sliver locks seeming to cascade down her back, framing a face both youthful and lovely. 
  
  In the west the sun seemed to set more with each step she took, the stone path cool on her feet. Long robes seemed to sweep the ground behind her as the young drow made her way to the nearby shrine. A journey she had many countless times before, giving her no reason to worry about the looming danger ahead. It was not too uncommon for the weary to come and pray after a long day rather than going to the larger temple within town. After all out here it was peaceful, without the sounds and stress of the town as the day came to an end. 
  
  Soft hands slowly lowering a small gift of food toward the foot of the shrine, the dark skinned elf soon taking to her knees as a soft sigh finally left her lips. 
  
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  ((Setting: Half Angel Slave x Half Demon Slave – Breeding Roleplay))
  
  He came to my mother in a dream. A great being of light with six shining wings. She told me his voice was strong and loving, even though the sight of him drove fear into her heart. But his touch was warm and genital…it made her feel safe. The love they made was nothing like she had ever felt from a moral man, powerful, strong, pleaser that could not be described in words. Yet it was just a dream. Or so she thought. He told her there would be nothing to worry about but nine months later I was born. A woman with no husband. She did not know my father and I fear of what everyone would think she dropped me off at the door step of the king I now serve. 
  
  His slave now for almost nine teen years. From birth until now I have not known a man’s touch and I vowed that I never would…..I will never be like my mother.
  
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  Sabskrit was her name, a rear breed of human and angel. The mark of her breed was clear on her flesh. Tattoos that had slowly grown from no where, angelic marks that where recorded in the King’s many books. Another thing that marked her not of this world was her outstanding memory. She could even remember the day her mother dropped her off at the place she now called home. A memory that help keep her chastity for this long. 
  
  It did not help that Angels where already a proud race. A quality that only feed the Kings lust for her. Yet not even her own owner could bed the creature. Oh but how he tired. Spoiling her with gifts of jewelry, clothing, find food and wines, a room that most of the King’s wives envied. But nothing. Even when the man grew close to touch what was his he was only welcomed with a hiss. Her pride and the kings gift marked her as a spoiled brat of a slave. Yet she cared little about what others thought. 
  
  Pleasing only her master’s and his guest’s eyes with her beauty and voice. Every now she would sing for them, such a lovely song bird she made the King even if he wanted more then a caged bird. She would dance, but this only made the lust grown in the man’s loins. 
  
  Yet still nothing, not even so much as a stroke on the hands by his beloved slave.
  
  No wonder he was so willing to breed her with his friend’s slave. Maybe after bedding with the demon half breed she would be more willing to bed with her master. That and the ideas of her child bringing more gold into his rich kingdom only sweetened the deal. Yet, word of this would never reach the slave’s ears.  
  
  Sabskrit walked beside her master, eyes locked onto what ever was before her. Even looking at her master’s demon guards before looking at him. Her long black hair following behind her like a twilight waterfall. Thin vales of foreign clothes draped her body along with jewels of great value. A true prize for any moral man. Those bright eyes almost shining, the tattoos on her back dark and matched her sun kissed skin. A body kept slender and fit. Yet the girl looked like she was as fragile as glass….even if she was as strong as a diamond.  
  
  Truth be told she didn’t know why she had left her room with him. Nothing was happening today as far as she knew, little did she know something big was about to happen. Her master said not a word as he lead her into a room she had never been in before. It was as grand if not grander then her own room. In the center of the room rested a bed made of silks and pillows. Dressed in golds, reds and blacks. Veils fell from the ceiling around the bed. Chairs and couches made up a small sitting area at the end of the room, and mirroring that was a table and chair dinning set made of rare wood and lined with gold and silver. 
  
  There was only one other door in the room and it seemed to lead out to a privet garden, the sound of water heard from it and steam seemed to flow into the man room. She could not help but walk into it. To look around more and as she did the King slowly closed the door behind her. She could hear talking and it was only then did she start to take note of some of the darker setting in the room that could  not been seen from the door way. The windows seemed to be barred up, and the garden seemed to have a glass cover to it. The walls next to the main door….she could not help but cover her mouth at what lined those walls……
  
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  ((Setting: POW x Enemy Officer))
  
  The U.S. has been working on a new project for years. With it finally working the U.S is no longer depended on foreign fuels and is using there findings to developing a new weapon. Other world powers want the right to use this “Project” to better there own nations and build weapons to defend themselves from the growing power of the U.S. but the U.S. has refused to share any knowledge of its findings. Outraged, world nations such as the USSR, China, Mexico, and even Europe have declared war on the U.S. unless the knowledge of its finding are shared but also in fear of this new weapon being made and used. Also mid-eastern countries have joined these world powers angered by the stop in fuel trades. Soon the U.S. finds itself attacked on all fronts. Mexico and South American from the south, Europe and the USSR from the East, and China and Mid-east from the West. With their shores and boarders being attacked from all sides the U.S. finds there defenses spread thin civilian deaths at a all time high. The northern borders with Canada being the only safe haven from these attacks the U.S finds itself moving north. Civilians fleeing into Canada before the borders are closed off.
  
  Only God knew how long she had been out. Waking up in a dark room, her wrist still in cuffs chains bounding them to the wall. She knew she was not alone from the sounds of cries and coughs. Another sound bringing a little bit of fear to her heart, the sound as if someone was drowning. Yet, in the dark she could not see who it was or what was going on. Small whimpers coming from no where as well as moans of pain. Where ever she was it was not good, dark and cold. Really cold.
  
  Then came the sound of a door opening, the room slowly feeling with light from the hall way. Slowly showing what the woman had feared. Every now and again along the walls of the room where bound men. Most bloody and beaten, most the members of a platoon that she had been stationed to. Looking down and a few feet in front of her was the sound of the drowning gasp…a man she knew as an Officer laying there on the stone floor. Eye blank and gasping for air as a young male walked into the room. Taking a knee by the dieing man as he tired to speak. But all that was heard was blood drowned moans and cries. A hand trying to lift off the ground as it went limp and the male that walked in shook his head.
  
  The Officer that was on the ground was dead.
  
  In the door way came another male, this one lager then the one that took a knee next to the dead American Officer. A few words exchanged between the two in a language the woman did not know. Two other men entering soon after walking past the male at the door and the male that was already in the room with the captives. Each grabbing a foot as the dead body was drug out leaving a crimson line across the floor. The other captors slowly started to moan and cry out…one even screaming out for them to help him. To please let him go. Watching in fear as the two men that dragged out the dead Officer game back only to take the screaming male away as well. 
  
  The woman however kept quite, pushing herself more into the wall. Her heart beating out of her chest. What was going on here? 
  
  Soon it seemed the men left the room and darkness feel over the room once more. Nothing seemed to happen for a while, besides her fighting off  the cold and with it the will to sleep. Watching as the same two soldiers came back and left with another of her fellow brothers-in-arms and then another and another until she was the only one left. Every now and then she tried to shift her body only to find she could not really move or sit down. The chains where to short, and all she could really was kneel or hang there. Both leaving her slightly in pain. Leaving her feeling rather hopeless…
  
  That was until the sound of footsteps could be heard from behind that closed door, the door slowly opening soon after.
  
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  (Setting: Slave X Owner)
  
  The desert heat was hard on her flesh as she waited for two armed men do drag her onto the stone stage. Mean while, she could not help but look around the busy and well dressed market of this large city. Down the large, wide street she could see a sea port, its large ships going and coming with the wind and tide. Brings good from unknown lands to be traded in this lands capital city. Lining the streets where shops and stands selling everything from fresh goods to find silks. Horse and mules moved up and down the street being lead by their owners as the farmers brought in there goods for sell. The day still young as the market place just opened.
  
  Woman out side gathering water and needed items for the day, older children seemed to heard around chickens, sheep and goats. The younger kids playing in the streets with out a worry in the world. Men talked with one another and people slowly gathered around the stage to see the new shipment of slaves to be sold. This city a melting pot of the many races that called this land home. Elfs, orcs, humans, some things that looked like cats. Even a Naga seemed to cross her view. It was not a rare thing as long as the tribes where peaceful, though feral clans of such races still caused problems.
  
  Then again it was also not rare to find any of these races on the slaver’s block. There where a number of reasons why people where sold as slaves. Villages could not play taxes, men could not pay debt so they where ether enslaved or a member of their family, thefts and the poor. Maybe that’s why the streets where kept so clean and free of the homeless. And just like all these people Zeva found her fate. However, her story came because of the war that had been raging in the east. Her village captured by the enemy, most the men killed the rest sold into slavery along with the women and children.
  
  The slave girl not quite an adult to her people, just reaching the age of nineteen in her races years. Though to humans she would be slightly older. Dressed in rags that barely covered what they needed to, making her shy away when ever someone came close to her that was not a slaver. Listening to the auctioneer call out the first bids of the day for a young male slave. Maybe around her age or younger. Another slaver coming around, allowing those that paid him a little under the table to get a privet show of his stock before they where put up on the block. 
  
  Oh how she hoped no one would bid on her, hopes short lived with the first call of 50 silver. The price quickly rising to one gold, then ten. The girl quickly loosing track of how much was being put on her head, the people below her like wolves bidding for a slab of fresh meat. Ears lowing, body doing her best to back away only to be pulled back by the auctioneer. Another slaver pointing out the things the auctioneer was pointing out about her. Everything from that young, beautiful face that house almost stunning hazel blue eyes. A body, untouched by a man, slim yet still holding the form of a dancer. Quickly pointing out that she was still young thus she would be able to be taught things early. Noting that her village had been known for there female’s ability to sing and dance, cook and mend clothing. Skill that her mother indeed taught her from a young age. Then there was the talk of magic, how she might be able to put to use and taught how to heal and how her village knew many uses for herbs. These things only causing the bids to grow higher.
  
  Then the bids slowed, and lessened until just two bid for her.
  
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  (Setting: Angel X Demon)
  
  Her name was Sraosha, an Arch Angel of true Obedience to her Lord and Father. One that was often tasked which carrying away the souls of the dead and caring for them as they went through the Heavenly Gates. So it was no shock when she was chosen to carry out such a task as retrieving souls from the very pit of the realms of hell. Yet, they were not just any souls. Oh no, it seemed that someone or something had dared to enter the heavenly realm and steal away the souls that had made their long journey into the gates of paradise. Needless to say this did not sit well with ranks of heaven ready to rain down on the pits of hell. A war that would most likely cause many lives of both demons and angels alike. A war that Sraosha could prevent if she could get the souls back without being noticed, but this was no easy task nor was it a safe one.
  
  It was no shocker that the Arch Angel could not just walk through the main gates of hell without red flags being sent up, so she would have to go in another way. After all it would already be quite the task of finding these souls, she didn’t need to give anyone enough warning to hide them further. Needless to say this would not be taken kindly by the realms of hell, after all no Prince or Princess of hell’s realm liked a Angel of any rank snooping around their domain. Even more when there was something to be found. It was because of Sraosha found herself having to enter threw The Black Gate, a spot chosen because whispers had it that it was Gluttony who had done such a deed. If not she would then move on to Lust, carefully making her way around the realms until she found what she needed or at less enough information to bring back to the heavenly realm. 
  
  Little did the Angel know a welcoming party would be awaiting her. 
  
  To most she would not look like much of a threat, then again very few Angels showed their true form in any other realm until threatened or because of war. Because of this very few demons had ever laid eyes on anything other than the vessel they chose to take, and those that were unlucky enough to lay eyes on the true self of these celestial beings lived to tell the tail. For the most part the vessel of an angel was very similar to what the human text had depicted them to be: Human like beings with the long flowing wings of a dove. Though more often than not they chose to hide such wings, like their demon counter parts able to mold and twist their vessel to some extent. For such a mission the more human she looked the better or at less that was what Sraosha had thought. Doing her best to pass herself off as a damned human soul, yet even then she did poorly at it. Just as any angel would, demons where always better at playing human. After all they did hold themselves at different standards. What angels saw as sin and temptation, others saw as a way of life and human nature. Even the purest of human emotions was seen as a weakness and a gate way into sin. 
  
  Sraosha’s feet moved upon the burning land with ease, even though it burned the Angel felt no pain. Bright eyes looking to and from the land separating the two realms. Realms that looked so different yet so much the same. Screams of tormented souls seemed to fill the air like a haunting melody. Something pulling at her heart, something telling her to save whatever soul she could get her hands one. Yet, she knew she could do nothing about it, she had to stay true to the natural order of things and stay true to the mission at hand. The feeling of eyes watching her sending slight chills down her back, doing her best to try and not let it bother her. 
  
  But then again she might have done better to let it bother her, after all what human moved about without care in the pits of hell. Maybe if she would just show a little of that fear show, or pay a little more mind about the things that watched her Sraosha might not have painted a target on her back.
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  (Setting: Princess X Enemy Lord/Soldier)
  
  The day started calm enough for Gail, her maids coming in at the break of dawn to get her dressed for the day. Finding their Princess already up, standing before the large glass windows that faced the morning sun. She was quite lovely standing there in her night dress. Short brown hair falling to about mid shoulder, well kept even after just waking up. Bright blue eyes watching the morning colors in the sky as the sun rose. Her body seeming to give of a warm glow in the morning light. The Princess' body slender but strong making it clear that her father taught her to fend for herself since her mother could bare no son, yet holding that hourglass form with feminine curves in all the right places that most men desired.
  
  It did not take her maid long to have her dressed and ready for the day. Replacing night clothes with an attire of fine cloths, silver and rear gems. Yet, these peaceful morning would not last it seemed. The tower that housed her room shaking as the first bolder hit her father's walls. Knights rushing into her room to take the maids from their Princess' sight and seal her into her room with out knowing what really going on. 
  
  It seemed like hours passed, every now and then it would seem what ever was happening was coming to an end only for a loud sound or powerful shake to bring the battle outside her door back to life. Her faith in her father's kingdom never fading. Even when she heard the battle just outside her door. Fear never entering her heart until she saw the blade of an ax appear threw the wood door of her room. 
  
  She did not to think about it, running toward her fireplace and the two swords that crossed above it. Her family's crest ((Shield)) in the center of them. Grabbing quickly from its home on her wall, and holding it before her as she waited for the brute to enter.