Daena's Musings... (F for M Character)

[Daena]

Currently I am Selectively Seeking for Role Play partners.

There is a lot of information for you to read over at my Ons/offs, please take a few minutes to read. Also please, do not reply here, I much prefer Private Message to keep things nicely organized, and so I actually see it in a timely manner to respond to you.

In this thread, you will find my plots broken down into different categories. At the moment they are, in order of post number:

* Fantasy
* Historical
* Picture Plots
* Plots in Play

Just some basic information that you might want to know...

Currently, I am promising a response per story, Twice a Week., but it is subject to change.

I will also only write on Forum here.

I will also always be writing the Female.

Simple Pairings
* Elf/human
* Werewolf/human
* Vampire/human
* Noble/guard
* Conquering King/Princess
* 

Settings
* Feudal Japan
* Scottish Highlands
* Medieval England
* Ancient Greece
* Vikings
* Fantasy

Current Craving

Something in Feudal Japan

Vikings! Anything - Everything! All the Vikings

The Veiled Queen

[Daena]

Sacrificial Magic...

She was the beloved princess of a magically filled kingdom. The crops were always healthy, the weather was always nearly perfect and the people thrived. Happiness was more than abundant, and the royal family had ruled over them for countless years. Each member of the Royal family had their protector, a warrior of such renowned that their honor and loyalty was unquestionable. They could follow their noble no matter where they went, they were the always seen shadow and could take control of the royal's safety was in danger. Nearing the Princess' 20th birthday, the castle suddenly locked its doors to people, something that had not been done in over 200 years. Her Knight knew something was wrong, and together they learned of the sacrifice.

For this I see the Kingdom having to sacrifice the Princess for the magic that sustains the kingdom. Knight and the Princess are left with few choices, either see the sacrifice through or going on the run to try to escape. Perhaps they are looking for a way around the sacrifice, or trying to take over? There are a lot of choices and adventures waiting for them, the kingdom and her family chasing after them.

A Forest Dream...

He had been wandering the forest, it was large enough that most people would get lost and turned around but he knew this forest like the back of his hand. It seemed as if he had played in this forest since the day he was born, and now it had been so long it was second nature to him. He knew every twist and turn of this forest and never not once did he expect to find a woman near the river. She was curled like a child, knees tucked into her chest, hair splayed out around her twisted into the river edge and as nude as the day she was born.

It appeared as if she had simply washed ashore, but from where? There was no village near-by, no one lived this deep in the forest and the river came from high above in the mountains and released to a river within the forest. Where had her clothing gone? Why was she even here? What had transpired for the woman? Were the rumors true? A village not far from the forest spoke of secrets and legends spoke of a section of the forest, a place where time and space held no meaning - where one could slip away in time...to another time and place...did she come from there?

The Daughter of Dragons...

Long ago there was a tale that had forgotten to be told. It was a tale as old as time itself, and it was a tale filled with sorrow and despair, a tale that was not for the faint of heart. Death, destruction, and love were all within the words that this tale had. It spoke of a woman, a woman that was trusted by the beasts of old - Dragons. She was the last of her kind, a race of humans called the Children of Dragons. They lived with the Beasts high on the mountain tops, protectors and companions to the great beasts, in return for their service they were granted special honors and kept the secrets of the Dragons. They were the storytellers of their friends, and the stories they held close to their hearts.

The woman was found, dressed simply in the black sheer sheet as if she had escaped with only a blanket, the bones of a dragon wrapped around her turned to stone in the great beast's death. What had happened to her? Why were she and the beast so far from their home? What story did she have to tell from her time with the Dragons?

A Tale in Time...

She crossed borders and even time and space. Going from what was the current day, a day like any other. Departing for work, Sara entered her car pausing for a moment on the edge of the road to admire the rising sun. When suddenly feeling ill, the young woman passed out on the edge of the road. Only when she came too, waking with the sun hanging heavy in the sky, did anything seem wrong. The road was gone, her car was missing and there was nothing that seemed even slightly similar... traveling the slightly used horse path, wearing a simple sundress, her sandals broken, the young woman walked. Traveling till she potentially came across a campsite, or perhaps travelers, a noble on the way to the nearby town? Or perhaps the town itself, who does she meet? How does she handle it when suddenly transported back?

For this I'm seeking one of two setups. The first is what is listed above, a young woman getting transported back in time. Picture medieval England, Scotland, Ireland, Greece, the world is our choice in this. I'm seeking a story to travel into the depths of how things change, what will her knowledge of the past do, can they perhaps try to change history? Option two: The Lakehouse idea, letters somehow able to cross boundaries, in that house they can write to one another, a relationship-building through the letters, till they find a way to go to one another, pulled back in time or forward.

A Midnight Love

A halfling - born of a human and elf coupling. The woman grew up in the outskirts of the village, under the protection of the forest and all that remained within the dark shadows of the trees. Her little wooden shack, a sanctuary for all that needed aid, the elf was well known for her healing and gentle nature. She asked no questions, and simply helped all that came across her path. Although one morning, the young elf was shocked to find a man, wounded and nude laying across the path to her front door. Pulled by her nature, she tugged the man into her home and set about to heal him...unknown to her, they both would soon heal a darkness in one another. A wound that could never be seen, and yet was left empty within both of them.

I do not have much for this but it is a short bit of a story that came to me that I thought I would place here and see if it caught anyone's attention.

Death Becomes You...

still editing She has served as the Grim Reaper for as long as time began ticking away, she had seen civilizations fall and the race of man struggle and fight for every advancement. Long ago, she had learned to watch and simply let the mortals do as they please. Yet, one man always stood out, stood above all others. He was not the first of the immortals, a rare race of men that had been granted immortal life for their heroism, and valor on the battlefield - the Valkyries gracing them with such gifts, it was rare, and to see one still moving among the mortals and not taking their place with the Gods...it drew her attention. She watched him, moving through the ages, and with the years that passed, the Grim Reaper found herself falling in love. Falling in love with a man she would never be allowed to meet...so the woman...created her own plans. The Immortal must die...and if that perhaps failed...perhaps for once...the Grim Reaper just might consider giving up her own immortality for a chance at love, with a immortal that she for once must say good bye to as death would die for her mortal soul...

To Carry Your Pain...

A bond between the future Queen and the man that would become her King. What pain one is given is felt not by them, but by their intended. What wounds one should carry the other bears for them. No one knows who the man will be, it is not learned until the Bond is awakened. He does not know, nor does she until in battle, a wound is given that is not felt by him. Soul Mates. But who is he? Is he a man within the King's Regime? An enemy warrior? Will he care for the Princess that is left in his ultimate control?

An Imposter Princess...

It was an arranged marriage, the Prince and the Princess had never seen one another, and would not until their wedding. She was a woman that was renowned for her beauty and her pious nature. A giving woman that her people adored, and that love was hopefully going to follow her into the new world she was entering. Although on the travels from her kingdom - far across the sea, and many days travel across the lands, the beloved Princess had been murdered. The women, and the guards that had traveled with the Princess, decided to replace the woman - a servant that had been with the young Princess for many years. A woman that looked close enough to her appearance, a woman that could take up the reigns and become the Princess, marry the Prince and keep the alliance alive. No one must know of the death that happened on the high seas, guards murdered the other servants, and the only two that remained that knew of the truth, swore to take the secret to the grave.

There at her wedding, the two guards departed - leaving the young imposter Princess on her own. The guards returning to their Kingdom to relay the information to their King and Queen, to prepare for the war that would come if she was found out. All rested on the servants shoulders, convince the Prince she was a royal Princess, beloved, bards singing of her beauty and giving nature - and protect the Kingdom she had come from. Will the Prince ever learn of the imposter? What will happen if he does? Or if someone else learns of the treachery?

Holy Warrior

I'm seeing a Holy Warrior - a man of great strength, of great power on the battlefield. A man that can stand with the Vikings, on even footing - so great in fact that they decided to take him home with them. Kidnapping this Holy Warrior, that battled only in Gods name. Once there, back to Norway, the Holy Warrior is but a slave, a man without purpose but through his prayers and such, he figures that God has decided he should lift his sword once more, not becoming Viking but fighting with them. (maybe with desires to bring them into the light who knows).

As he battles with the Vikings raiding with them, a viking woman, perhaps a Princess perhaps slave - falls in love from affar, watching helping this holy warrior gain his footing and his place. A man out of his element, dealing with his own beliefs of God, and a pagan woman who loves him...what happens when they return to his home? The Vikings are setting sail, out to explore and to raid to gain lands in other places to explore and find better riches to plunder. Yet this man, who had sided with the vikings over time winning himself a bride must know deal with the home front...does he return to his home and take his bride with him?

Letters From Home

It was the height of World of II, or perhaps another war. One more recent? Or even another time. Her love was sent away, off to become the hero that she knew him to be. Or perhaps a woman that barely knew him, a waitress from the diner he stopped at before departing, sends him letters to help make his time a bit better. A Solider for their country, and she remains at home, a story that begins with the letters from home. Her telling him of the daily lives, him of the war. A bond to build, stories to tell, and yet when finally he returns home - wounded - physically or mentally, they are left to pick up the pieces. 

The Cop and the Biker...

Denise Whittaker had worked her entire life to get to where she was. Thirty years old, she owned her house and had an amazing job. A police officer, but so much more than just an officer. Denise had worked her ass off, and now was a proud member of SWAT, and was the only K-9 officer on the team. Her entire life was built around her job, she had no time for games or relationships. On-call nearly 24/7, and every job could take hours, she rarely had time for herself let alone a relationship. In truth, even her friends had long since moved on from the friendship since she rarely made time for anyone - other than a phone call once in a while to her father. Denise was a proud woman, had busted her ass to get to this point in her life and SWAT, the Police Force and her dog a Belgian Malinois are all she needs. So she thinks at least - till a one night stand with a man changes her entire world. He was a man she never should have even gone home with, a man that had a police record, a man that was anything but what she should have been involved with - yet they kept being drawn to one another and she couldn't get enough of him.   

A Haunting Romance...

They had been high school sweethearts, the entire town knew they would be married. They would have 2 kids, a dog, a little perfect house with a white picket fence. The couple was perfect, picture-perfect. Everything was going as planned, he was working, she was working and they were considering starting a family already, only a year into their marriage. That is until she went to the doctors. Cancer. Stage 4. They gave her less than 6 months to live, and she survived for less. Now alone, swearing to never fall in love again, and yet someone has other thoughts. His beloved wife had not moved on. She remains and stays watching him, lose himself in his work, and drink, and she has her own ideas of what he needs. A ghost matchmaker? That is just what the doctor ordered, even if he wasn't too happy about it. She was going to see him happy again, no matter what.

A nosy little ghost that wants nothing but the best for her husband. A young woman that has no idea what she is getting into, and a man that just simply wants to be left alone for the rest of his life. A writer, that sold his property, left his good paying job and moved off to the country to be alone. But the ghost of his wife still, does not know how to take a hint. She does what she can, planning and plotting to bring the two together, to help her husband see what could be again, and to see him smile just once more before she goes willingly to the other side.

A Cold Vacation...

Fair Warning this is an NC story and one I'm not apt to take on without a lot of conversation and planning. Nor am I seeking pure smut in this - I want to explore the mental side of this and what is going on around them. For this, our young lady is taking a vacation during Christmas break in college, a break away from everyone, and everything. Off to the mountains, a quaint little cabin off on its own sitting on a lake that would be frozen over. A week, of ice skating and enjoying nature. Yet when she shows up, she does not realize that a man has followed, a stalker that fancies himself in love with her. A man that has a new set of plans and his plans are only solidified when a snowstorm rages and locks them both into the area. There is no escape for either of them, the snow has built against the door and windows and now stalker and our young woman are locked into the cabin.

She had known she had a stalker, but since she left her home state to go to college across the country she had thought finally that she had escaped. She did not notice the man that would watch, take pictures, and keep an eye on her. She moved through her college life enjoying parties, and going to classes. Needing a break, a moment away from everyone and everything, with her family going out of the country she rents a little cabin in the woods. Ice skating, and nature.

[Daena]

Does a picture here tell a story for you?
All within here speaks to me in some fashion,
but never enough to piece together a plot that I feel is good enough to add above.
If you can find a story within,
please feel free to message me!
Lets see what it has to say and add in our own!
I may also add song lyrics to this section,
if I find the need or desire.

Have you listened to Loreena McKennitt, I am of the thought her music is its own story - her voice could make even the angels pause for a moment. Nearly any of her songs I would love to see put to story, but here are a few that I think could be quite interesting. I've added a youtube link to each, under a spoiler to try to keep this page loading quickly for most, and the lyrics to the song in case you do not wish to listen - but I'd recommend you do.

The Old Ways Loreena McKennitt

The Old Ways
The thundering waves are calling me home, home to you
The pounding sea is calling me home, home to you

On a dark new year's night
On the west coast of Clare
I heard your voice singing
Your eyes danced the song
Your hands played the tune
T'was a vision before me

We left the music behind as the dance carried on
As we stole away to the seashore
We smelt the brine, felt the wind in our hair
And with sadness you paused

Suddenly I knew that you'd have to go
Your world was not mine, your eyes told me so
Yet it was there I felt the crossroads of time
And I wondered why

As we cast our gaze on the tumbling sea
A vision came o'er me
Of thundering hooves and beating wings
In clouds above

As you turned to go I heard you call my name
You were like a bird in a cage spreading its wings to fly
"The old ways are lost," you sang as you flew
And I wondered why

The thundering waves are calling me home, home to you
The pounding sea is calling me home, home to you

The thundering waves are calling me home, home to you
The pounding sea is calling me home, home to you
The Old Ways

Dante's Prayer Loreena McKennitt

Dante's Prayer

When the dark wood fell before me
And all the paths were overgrown
When the priests of pride say there is no other way
I tilled the sorrows of stone

I did not believe because I could not see
Though you came to me in the night
When the dawn seemed forever lost
You showed me your love in the light of the stars

Cast your eyes on the ocean
Cast your soul to the sea
When the dark night seems endless
Please remember me

Then the mountain rose before me
By the deep well of desire
From the fountain of forgiveness
Beyond the ice and the fire

Cast your eyes on the ocean
Cast your soul to the sea
When the dark night seems endless
Please remember me

Though we share this humble path, alone
How fragile is the heart
Oh give these clay feet wings to fly
To touch the face of the stars

Breathe life into this feeble heart
Lift this mortal veil of fear
Take these crumbled hopes, etched with tears
We'll rise above these earthly cares

Cast your eyes on the ocean
Cast your soul to the sea
When the dark night seems endless
Please remember me
Please remember me
Dante's Prayer

The Highwayman Loreena McKennitt

The Highwayman
The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon the cloudy seas
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor
And the highwayman came riding,
Riding, riding,
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.

He'd a French cocked hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,
A coat of claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin;
They fitted with never a wrinkle; his boots were up to the thigh!
And he rode with a jewelled twinkle,
His pistol butts a-twinkle,
His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.

Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark innyard,
And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred;
He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.

"One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a prize tonight,
But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light;
Yet if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
Then look for me by the moonlight,
Watch for me by the moonlight,
I'll come to thee by the moonlight, though hell should bar the way.

He rose upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand
But she loosened her hair i' the casement! His face burnt like a brand
As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;
And he kissed its waves in the moonlight,
(Oh, sweet black waves in the moonlight!)
Then he tugged at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped away to the west.

He did not come at the dawning; he did not come at noon,
And out of the tawny sunset, before the rise o' the moon,
When the road was a gypsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor,
A red-coat troop came marching,
Marching, marching
King George's men came marching, up to the old inn-door.

They said no word to the landlord, they drank his ale instead,
But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed;
Two of them knelt at the casement, with muskets at their side!
There was death at every window
And hell at one dark window;
For Bess could see, through the casement,
The road that he would ride.

They had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest;
They had bound a musket beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast!
"now keep good watch!" And they kissed her.
She heard the dead man say
"Look for me by the moonlight
Watch for me by the moonlight
I'll come to thee by the moonlight, though hell should bar the way!"

She twisted her hands behind her, but all the knots held good!
She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat or blood!
They stretched and strained in the darkness and the hours crawled by like years!
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight,
Cold, on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger touched it!
The trigger at least was hers!

Tlot-tlot! Had they heard it? The horse-hoofs were ringing clear
Tlot-tlot, in the distance! Were they deaf that they did not hear?
Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,
The highwayman came riding,
Riding, riding!
The red-coats looked to their priming!
She stood up straight and still!

Tlot in the frosty silence! Tlot, in the echoing night!
Nearer he came and nearer! Her face was like a light!
Her eyes grew wide for a moment! She drew one last deep breath,
Then her finger moved in the moonlight,
Her musket shattered the moonlight,
Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him with her death.

He turned; he spurred to the west; he did not know she stood
Bowed, with her head o'er the musket, drenched with her own red blood!
Not till the dawn he heard it; his face grew grey to hear
How Bess, the landlord's daughter,
The landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.

Back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky
With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were the spurs i' the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat,
When they shot him down on the highway,
Down like a dog on the highway,
And he lay in his blood on the highway, with the bunch of lace at his throat.

Still of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon, tossed upon the cloudy seas,
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
A highwayman comes riding,
Riding, riding,
A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.
The Highwayman

[Daena]

For these, I leave them here as I'm not actively looking since they are in play or were,
but perhaps you have a new take on them?
Something to make them different than they once were?
If so please feel free to reach out!

Valhalla

Valhalla

It is said that a Viking took to the seas, guided only by the Gods and gave himself completely over to the raging seas. Many days, many nights were spent struggling and fighting to survive, and finally when death was only moments away, his small ship broke ground. He entered an island that was, in his words, the World of the Gods. What if he truly did find the land of the Gods where the great hall Valhalla was found.

Returning to his home, and taking up several families, each of them promised rights on this new land he returned. I'm seeing a story wrapped in the myths of the Gods, a land blessed and cursed at the same time. Trials and tribulations, Gods walking along the living, blessing and testing all that remain in their lands. The land is bountiful, the land is easy to live on, and yet so many dangers wait around the next corner. I am seeing a young family, newly wed coming to this land, to make it their own, an adventure that awaits that none expected.

The Forgotten Tale

The Forgotten Tale...

A Seeress, a woman that stood beside the Yarl helping him see what will be, or what could be. A valued member of the clan, outcasted for one of her visions, the death of the man she had sworn to stand beside. Yet there are other visions that swirl, her death is not one but her clan would die. She is waiting for YC, a man of strength and honor a man that soon would unite the Vikings under one rule, and with her at his side, he would rise. She had been sent by the Gods, a messenger to lift this great man to new heights - heights he never could achieve without her. They must battle, and fight to achieve the goals.

I see two characters, thrown together perhaps enemies at first but soon to see the worth of coming together to achieve something great. Perhaps a play on the Norse Gods, their will coming through to bring this man (YC) to sit on the throne. This story was started with another This is the story and I would love a chance to rewrite it and bring it to completion.

The Veiled Queen

The Veiled Queen...

The woman had been gifted with everything any woman could have dreamed. Grace had met her true love and it was love at first sight, eyes had met across the dance floor and the man moved towards her as if she was the only woman that would ever matter to him again. It was a whirlwind of a romance, one moment she was a low ranking noble and the next she was set to marry the most important man within the kingdom. King Alric Dawnhope had fallen in love with her, and they married shortly thereafter the first meeting. It was a beautiful wedding, although rushed it was still all but a dream to dearest Grace, so wrapped up in all her dreams come true that she failed to see what was happening around her.

It was during the wedding feast her life would change yet again, her dearest King the man she had fallen in love with had been poisoned. She did not even get to lay in his arms on her wedding night. He passed away before dawns light broke the horizon. Although to keep the kingdom from falling to chaos, the Advisors had kept his death quiet and instead said the King was called away on travel, leaving his Queen to rule in his stead. Only the most trusted of Soldiers were sent on a mission to find a man, a man that resembled the deceased King. A man that they could bribe to lay with the Queen, to get her pregnant and save the Kingdom and if bribery would not work to force the poor man. A child, the King's heir must be found...and it left Queen Grace in mourning and yet unable to speak of her sadness instead donning a veil to hide herself away from all prying eyes, masking her tears.

I Can't Even Remember My Last Name

I can't even remember my last name...

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Or at least that is what was suppose to happen. Turns out, what happens in Vegas doesn't stay in Vegas. She had a rather fun night, drinks, lots of drinks, gambling perhaps too much gambling. But now, in the morning light - rolling over in a rather large bed, in some hotel room she realized there was someone in the bed with her. A hand lifted, and a cheap ring sat on her finger. With a frantic look around the room, she saw a paper right near the bed that oddly...looked...grabbing at it and sitting it up - her bed companion rolling with a groan. Her name was scrawled, another name that she couldn't quite make out...on an official looking...marriage certificate? She was married?

Two strangers, can't fully remember the night before and end up married. Due to beliefs, or some other reason neither is willing for a divorce, and now they must get to know one another and figure out this marriage. A play on a modern arranged marriage perhaps? Two strangers lost in the lights and glitter of Vegas, married without even knowing the name of their spouse.

Yo, Ho, A Pirates Life For Me...

Yo, Ho, A Pirates Life For Me...

It is rumored that she is the daughter of Black Beard - one of the most feared pirates that had ever sailed and commanded the Seven Seas. He ruled with an iron fist, and all feared his wrath. Yet with his death, it left the seat of the King of the Pirates vacant. Something that had to be remedied, and it was for certain that even the daughter of Black Beard was not going to take it over. Because that was a man's job, Pirates are forward-thinking, women can join their ranks but even as forward thinking as they are, the men are not willing to accept a woman as King. But for the daughter of Black Beard, bastard daughter, she prayed that only one man would win that seat. She will do everything in her power to help him win, to take over the English ships, to return with the biggest haul. He had been her friend and protector for as long as she could remember - and the Black Beards daughter had fallen in love. She wants him to take over the island, rule the Pirates and hopefully choose her to rule by his side - if they can manage to get him to win the coveted seat, as King of the Pirates.

I'd love to see lots of high seas adventures, a struggle to gain the throne that just might be more trouble than it is worth for a set of freedom loving Pirates. Nor is it quite a straight shot to the throne, I would love to see some troubles, perhaps even mystical trouble waiting for our pirates. Mermaids, Sirens and so forth! I think this story could be quite fun, after all who doesn't love pirates!

For the Love of the Sword

For the Love of the Sword

Some just never seem to get the praise for the victory that they deserve, no I am not bitter about it. Not really, sometimes it is better that way. I have been there on so many battlefields, the unsung hero I guess. I was there at the Battle of the Pillar when the undead horde of the dread necromancer T'hrek-n-ka was defeated, I was there at the Siege of Saramesh, I took part in the desperate rearguard battle that has come to be known as The Nesh Massacre. Through the years, through the ages I have been on the battlefields, I have seen heroes being made, and killed. I remember heroics that are now lost in the mists of time. Soldiers, comrades, civilians, their stories unsung, their heroics never told. But I remember them, as I am ignored like them. No one asks me to tell of those battles, no one even looks in my direction other in the heat of battle to make sure I am holding my own as to not expose their flank.

So much bloodshed, so much suffering, the tales rarely tell of the chaos, the screams of terror, the howls of the dying. I remember I seem unable to forget. And I will keep doing my duty, for me, there is no other way. I will do my duty until I meet my end. Every battle can be my last, but when I do come to that end I will accept my fate. Though I mourn the loss of all those memories, all those brave men and women who will with my passing be completely forgotten. But this is what I was forged for, my maker spent months at the forge, selecting only the purest ore, working only under the full moon, chanting the words of power to enchant me. The runes carefully etched with acid on me, and then, imbuing me with her life force to truly awaken me. In a way, I am that smith still. But she was human, I am just steel, leather, and silver. To the untrained eye, just a sword, a well-crafted sword. My latest wielder is a strong man, an honorable man, I wonder if I should reveal myself to him. But I haven't spoken to a mortal in many ages, I don't want to frighten him. Not now, he needs his focus in the battle to come.

_{This story was taken from Sara's Emporium of unwritten tales All credit to her.}

Woodland Elf

A Woodland Elf...

Long ago, in a time only the trees could remember the elves had left escaping from this land to leave to their own island. The elves had left knowing that war was coming for this land, that darkness was soon to overshadow the kingdom and the people that remained. Perhaps it was an accident, perhaps they meant to but one young girl had been left behind. The last remaining elf. She had found a home deep within the forest, kept secret from the rest of the world. It was there she remained, scared of the Human Kingdom that slowly approached her forest, scared of leaving the safety of her own forest. Determined to see her life remain as it is, healing the creatures that came to her little hut. For my character, I'm seeing a very naive innocent woman who doesn't know much about the way the world works. Perhaps far too naive and innocent for her own good. Which of course leaves things open to different issues that come up with her.

As for your character I see a few options, perhaps a human from the kingdom sent to find the creature that lives in the forest. Perhaps the King knows of the elf? Wants her and the power she has? Or perhaps the elves realized they left her and a powerful relic that they need to help fight the darkness that is coming? There are so many different ways this could go, it is also a basic story that I am leaving much of the story open to discuss every open-ended.

Leather and Lace

Leather and Lace...

She had been living on her father's horse ranch since she was a young girl, and of course, was raised by him. Her mother had been killed by an Indian raid long ago and the memories had faded long ago. Now she was a true range woman. She could ride just as good as most men, and she was a perfect shot with a rifle or handgun. Just last year her father had passed away, and now she was left to take the reigns of her family's horse ranch. Unluckily for her, in this age of the Old West, women just were not granted the same rights as men. It was becoming harder and harder to run the ranch, and command the men that worked it. So now the woman is left with a single choice - marriage. She has to find someone that is willing to marry her, now, and that hopefully will allow her to continue to run her ranch and won't bother her too much. Love just isn't in her cards.

For this I'm seeing perhaps a man that is down on his luck. Perhaps a gunfighter, or bounty hunter that was injured and fell on her land? Or a man running from a shady past in the city or even across the seas in England or Scottland that she offers a home. There will be a struggle between them before love finally settles in.

Spartacus

Spartacus...

Have you seen Spartacus? If the answer is no, you really should - the eye candy alone on both males and females is worth it. Although I do not have a certain plot I'm looking for I have added this here, I'm looking for a story based along the series. Perhaps something where our own characters are slaves within a home. Or maybe we pick up after Spartacus has brought down the arena and we join forces, there is so much we could pick from! I am not looking to play a cannon character, but I do not mind if you want to but I am not asking for a cannon either. So for this I'm looking for many different situations, and I'm hoping to find someone that I can create a beautiful story with within our own guidelines.

Love Has no Bounds

Love Has no Bounds...

This story idea I have is a bit of a different premise. I'm seeing two stars crossed lovers, picture the perfect romance. True love, a love that will conquer all and can move mountains. A love that was written in the stars, fabled for the two to be together. Alas, none of this was meant to be. A marsh witch took offense of something - or perhaps wanted something from one of the two. A horrible spell was cast to ensure witches' revenge, which casts the two lovers into time. Each being pulled together time and time again, only to be ripped apart. Death, or other circumstances keeping them apart as they travel through time. 

Again this story is a bit different. Erotica could take a while to get to depending on how the story is written. Not to mention the potential death of the characters' bodies as we travel through time, we also perhaps have the issue of the witch herself. I expect this story to be a bit sad, but the hope remains for the lovers to finally win and true love to win out. I would like to see, different times being explored, different characters for the souls of our true characters to inhabit. This story I feel has great potential to be a lot of fun and is written to be a long story with lots of build-ups, tension, and heart-ache

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Just a simple nudge...added a few plots etc

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Added several plots, The Fisherman's Tale, The Veiled Queen and Daughter of Dragons.

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Gentle bump...

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Selectively Seeking

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New Plots Added