Bunesh
Filled with DETERMINATION
I am... I was Samantha DeRoyce, the second princess of the prestigious DeRoyce royal family, and youngest of three children. I had an elder sister and brother, both of which were intended for greater things, my elder brother was to be the next King of Aria, our kingdom, and my sister to be his advisor, to help guide the kingdom along its glorious path. But what of me? I was to be married off to the infamous womanizing Prince Edgar Von Dukal to secure an alliance between the kingdoms.
We were introduced as children and even then he was boorish and dismissive of me, openly complaining that I was the lesser daughter, the spare, and insisting that he wished to wed my elder sister, but was denied by both our parents. I had hoped that he'd mature as he grew, but he became as selfish and petty as he was handsome, using his position and looks to bed women and then discard them, leaving behind a trail of bastard children never to be acknowledged. I thought this was the worst of his tendencies, but he proved himself more depraved than I had thought, for when he found I was sweet upon a maid, he threatened that we were to perform for him and his friends, and when I refused he had her lashed and beaten until I agreed. Then they mocked us, which ultimately caused the girl to flee in the night, and shamed me to my family, declaring my attraction to men and women alike repulsive and unnatural, and suggesting that I may be next attracted to my horse, the repulsive man he was. That night after I cried myself to sleep, having lost the one scrap of joy in my life, I dreamt of a creature of shadows that gave me a knife of twisting darkness and bade me stab the prince, and so in my dream, I did so.
But it was not a dream.
The guards found the prince in my chambers, shadows swirling from his eyes and mouth as he tried to force himself upon me, and I in my desperation, stabbed him with a dagger from my bedside table. The dagger blackened and shattered its shards embedding in my left hand. Still, in doing so they also transferred a fragment of the creature into me, more specifically into my left arm. In contrast, the rest of the creature splintered into twelve fragments and fled the castle, each possessing a different one of Edgar Von Dukal's bastards, transforming them into dark lords. Now the twelve lords summon nightmarish creatures from the abyss to lay waste to the land, for which I have been blamed, my only defense being that I thought it was a dream. Now I have been forced out of the home I once knew, and threatened that unless I find and slay the twelve lords within a year, I will be tortured to death. It has been two years since that proclamation and I still hunt the lords, even as the kingdoms also hunt me.
Am I to go alone? What will be my fate?
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This is the story of Nightingale, the character I shall be playing, and I invite you to join in the unknown adventure - or misadventure - she will be facing. I ask that you also contribute to the storytelling, and if you wish to have your own character or play one already mentioned - like one of the siblings - you are welcome to! Please DM me if interested
We were introduced as children and even then he was boorish and dismissive of me, openly complaining that I was the lesser daughter, the spare, and insisting that he wished to wed my elder sister, but was denied by both our parents. I had hoped that he'd mature as he grew, but he became as selfish and petty as he was handsome, using his position and looks to bed women and then discard them, leaving behind a trail of bastard children never to be acknowledged. I thought this was the worst of his tendencies, but he proved himself more depraved than I had thought, for when he found I was sweet upon a maid, he threatened that we were to perform for him and his friends, and when I refused he had her lashed and beaten until I agreed. Then they mocked us, which ultimately caused the girl to flee in the night, and shamed me to my family, declaring my attraction to men and women alike repulsive and unnatural, and suggesting that I may be next attracted to my horse, the repulsive man he was. That night after I cried myself to sleep, having lost the one scrap of joy in my life, I dreamt of a creature of shadows that gave me a knife of twisting darkness and bade me stab the prince, and so in my dream, I did so.
But it was not a dream.
The guards found the prince in my chambers, shadows swirling from his eyes and mouth as he tried to force himself upon me, and I in my desperation, stabbed him with a dagger from my bedside table. The dagger blackened and shattered its shards embedding in my left hand. Still, in doing so they also transferred a fragment of the creature into me, more specifically into my left arm. In contrast, the rest of the creature splintered into twelve fragments and fled the castle, each possessing a different one of Edgar Von Dukal's bastards, transforming them into dark lords. Now the twelve lords summon nightmarish creatures from the abyss to lay waste to the land, for which I have been blamed, my only defense being that I thought it was a dream. Now I have been forced out of the home I once knew, and threatened that unless I find and slay the twelve lords within a year, I will be tortured to death. It has been two years since that proclamation and I still hunt the lords, even as the kingdoms also hunt me.
Am I to go alone? What will be my fate?
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This is the story of Nightingale, the character I shall be playing, and I invite you to join in the unknown adventure - or misadventure - she will be facing. I ask that you also contribute to the storytelling, and if you wish to have your own character or play one already mentioned - like one of the siblings - you are welcome to! Please DM me if interested
