Thanks wil, it’s cool that you think that.
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Act I
The sun shone bright on an oasis, with a gentle breeze that shook the trees ever so slightly. Within the oasis resides a small freshwater pond, where two women bathed in the glorious sun light. The cool water and the brisk breeze excited their bodies, and they soon found themselves amongst each other in a passion. Stroking and kissing, the women exchanged blows with delicacy, and in the distance a pair of brooding eyes watched from within the brush. Carefully observing the activities going on, he blinks, and rushes from his hiding spot and appears at the foot of the pond.
“Just what in the hell are you doing? You know such acts are forbidden! Get dressed, we see the high sorcerer!” He bellows. He swiftly moves into the brush once again, and the two women, extremely frightened, slowly remove themselves from the lake and put their clothes on, and slowly but steadily approach the man in hiding. “We’re sorry sir, please, don’t report us, we’ll do anything…” She drifts off with her last words, as if to insinuate something. Keeping his composure, the man stands once again, and motions them to follow him. They march onto the cracked earth, and start towards the mighty castle that lays only just before them. The draw bridge lowers, and two hellish hounds stand at the gate. The man waves his hand, and the gate opens and the two hounds go about their business. The women, shaking with fear, follow the man into the dark corridors of the castle. Climbing flight after flight of stairs, down hallway after hallway, they reach a room marked with a set of double doors with dirty, frayed red tapestries that are ripped at the bottom. Knocking on the doors, they open, and the two women follow the man, who is waltzing inside with an amusing demeanor. As they walk, fires ignite out of dry torches on the walls, filling the room with a dim, eerie light. A dark, sinister figure glares at the three from atop his throne, and eyes the two shivering women with fiery eyes from beneath his hood.
“What have you brought me Archadeus?” His voice is soft, yet commanding, full of authority and echoes within the walls of the room. “I have brought you the two girls that I have spied …”frolicking” in the oasis just beyond the front gates. Seeing as how you have outlawed such acts, I felt it best to bring them before you.” With his last words, he lowers himself to a knee, and rises again when the figure stands and begins to walk forward. He walks past Archadeus and circles the two girls, who are holding each other in such fright. He eyes them both, two girls, each of brunette hair with attractive features. “Remove your clothes, and follow me.” The two girls do as such, and follow the cloaked figure out of the room and onto a balcony, where a number of people work and dawdle in the courtyard below.
“Hear me now!” His voice booms across the open plains beyond the castle. The workers stop what they are doing and crowd around the base of the balcony. “In my reign, there will be no such love making between women. They are to be at home, or in the fields harvesting what their men have grown for them to eat. They are to be fat, and they are to make as many children as necessary. You know this, yet some of you seem to believe otherwise.” His voice had mellowed, and become friendlier, more sincere, and within an instant became as dark and sinister as his appearance. “Yet…you realize that passion is a thing of the past. Lust no longer exists. These two girls, will be made an example of. If I ever hear of such acts again, your punishment will be far, far more severe.” With those words, the two girls are lifted into the air by forces unseen, over the edge of the balcony. Their nude bodies glistening from tears and perspiration only a few feet above the crowd. In an instant, the patches of pubic hair between their legs burst into flames, and the crowd backed away from the two women. Their screams, high pitched and furious, reveled in the ears of their countrymen. In the same manner of which it happened, the fires were quelled, and the women lowered to the ground in pain and shame. The dark figure leans over the edge of the balcony and whispers into the wind, “Do not test me.” With that, the crowd disperses and returns to work as the figure returns to his hovel, followed by Archadeus.
Within the bowels of his chamber, the figure removes his hood, and reveals a pale face with dark brown hair, bordering black. His eyes are normally of a jade, and he sits in his throne. He leans back and enjoys the comfort of his seat, and eyes a crystal case that contains a sword with a blue hilt with gold trim. It sits on a pedestal near the throne, and the fire from the torches reflects off the case. “Why did you bring them to me Archadeus? Surely you are competent enough to have handled this by yourself.” Archadeus stiffens, and raises a brow. “But my lord, I thought it best that an example be made, to prevent such things from occurring again.” The man sighs, and turns his head to the left. “It is not up to you to decide anything. You’re job is to oversee the peasants and ensure their productivity. My job is make you do your job.” With that, Archadeus grabs his sides and falls to the floor in immense pain, whimpering. “Do not trouble me with such petty matters again Archadeus, or I will see to it that you burn in the same fashion. Now leave me.” With that, Archadeus pulls himself from the floor, mostly free of his pain and hobbles to the door, and leaves. The man sighs in a tired manner, and puts his head in his left hand and leans on his throne. A door to his right, hidden from normal view by darkness opens, and a beautiful women comes into the light. Her hair is a silken black, with her skin as pale as his. Her eyes, are a fruitful orange and red, and radiate within him. “Ah…Meredith. How good of you to awake. Please, come.” She slowly moves forward and takes her seat at his feet. “Oh Dimitri, how could you have done that to those poor girls? That was absolutely unnecessary.” Dimitri perks his head up and looks down at her. “Ah, but it was wholly necessary. Such discernment amongst my workers is terribly unproductive, and without them my empire is nothing. They can’t know that however, and I must use fear as my best weapon against them. My loyalists are only so loyal, and there are far more of them than there are me.” She lays her head against his leg, and sighs. “I know…but such punishment was terribly cruel.” “Ah, yes, it was, but it was very much effective. This problem won’t arise again.”
Dimitri cocks his head back in disgust and lets out a loud sigh. “I’m so bored. I’ve conquered this land, and I am satisfied with my victory. The people are wrapped around my finger. They live in fear – and that is how I want them. However, I can’t help but realize that because I so swiftly defeated these people, that there is nothing left for me to conquer. Nothing left for me to make my own. Not here anyway. The people don’t know what lies beyond the mountain peaks, and I must confess that I don’t either. Nor am I too anxious to find out. Failure is not an option with me – but it is most definitely a probability that cannot be ignored. If I were to venture into the unknown, it would be very possible for me to loose everything. So here I must remain, in my ever lasting boredom.” Meredith caresses Dimitri’s leg with her hand, and remains silent. Dimitri, not overly concerned with what Meredith is doing, drifts his vision over to the case that contains the omen – the sword with which he conquered this land with. Within his own mind, he could not conceive of the blades origins. The blade fell from the sky, so he is told, and into someone’s house. From there, the blade beckoned him, almost forced him to come. It robbed him of his sanity until he was within mere miles of it. Meredith breaks the silence; “Too bad there isn’t an uprising, or a rebellion or something like that to keep you interested.” A thought flickered in Dimitri’s mind, something so sudden, yet so scheming that it startled even him. “Meredith, I knew there was a reason I liked you.” She rises, and kisses him on the check and leaves through the dark door she entered. “ARCHADEUS!” Dimitri bellows into the hall outside his doors. He quickly returns to his seat and replaces his hood and extinguishes the flames closest to the door. Archadeus eagerly enters the room and bows in the dim light at the end of a flamboyant red carpet that leads to the throne. “Sir?” Dimitri rises and stands on the second of three stairs to his throne. “I have come up with a plan to keep ourselves occupied. We shall incite revolution!”
People seem to think that Origin Stories are too common now, but so far, only five people have really done them, not counting Sorc, and so far, Glenton and I are the only ones still working on theirs.
The only nitpick I have might be that maybe you should divide speech and descriptions a little more, these long paragraphs gets a little tiring.