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Post by Mordred Vargo on Aug 30, 2018 20:08:37 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
would wipe sweat from his brow. "trial and error, " he reminded himself. A torrent of ideas had flooded his brain since he spoke with his twin. If the contract with the beast called for one of their blood to be slain as a sacrifice so he could stay with Monet...he would test that contract to the letter. The beads of sweat upon his brow would be testament to his thought. The haggard look about him and the clay under his fingernails...confirmed desperation. In his existence, regardless of form, he had always attained his every and most intimate desire. In his father's lab he began his maddening attempt to assure he remained with his beloved twin sister Monet...and it began in clay. Mordred had been divine once, yet as he worked in this medium he understood the what and why for that the creator of ALL, selected this form of expression. The mass of grey colored clay had had procured was now being worked. A painting of his mother hung in the background and was his inspiration for the sculpt.(c) paused as he contemplated his work. "The cheek bones.." He spoke to the dark nothingness about him. "Set too high." He would begin to use his thumb to smudge into place and proper form the area's he felt were just not perfect enough to mirror the likeness of his mother. His madness and desire etched itself into the greyish clay as he worked. The voices that taunted and tormented Tyran's boogeyman had grown louder. His time was beginning to run short. His lip curled as he delved back into his work. None would have ever suspected Mordred of having a creative talent such as he now displayed while shaping and working the clay...but how twisted was it that he was attempting to make from clay a replicant of his mother, only to have it killed by his twin, who would take deviant pleasure in it, simply to stay with her and avoid wholesale slaughter of the Vargo line every six months. Desperation and madness, the true tools of creation and a self induced divinity complex |
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Aug 30, 2018 20:09:46 GMT -8
Simulacrum
Vargo. What can be said of those who belong to that ancient family tree? Saints and sinners. Angels and demons. The full moral spectrum is represented within those far reaching branches. One thing they have always possessed, and few would argue this fact, is the immense strength of their will. Will alone in a magically infused land such as Tyran can accomplish the impossible.
As Mordred's fingers worked the clay the room gradually filled with an electric tension and a heavy, ominous aura - subtle, easily missed. Like a frog in a pot of water slowly brought to a boil, Mordred could easily miss the gradual changes taking place in the space around him. Something was building. Something was watching. Something was present. Silent whispers guided his hands so the clay conformed to the shape held within his twisted mind. Cheekbones, the width of the nose, the subtle turn of familiar lips... Hour after hour went by as his hands turned a lump of clay into an eerie recreation of the woman who gave him birth.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Aug 30, 2018 20:11:37 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
worked as if stricken by each tick of the clock. How does one explain insanity and desire tainted by desperation. He stepped back from the now more than partially sculpted image of his mother. There was indeed a presence, but in his current state of mind and mental fatigue, nothing but completion of the process registered. He had sealed himself away from everything and everyone. He knew what he was attempting could not be fathomed or understood by the simple minded. He was truly playing God now. He infused the clay simulacrum even more without knowing as he began to speak to it as if it were really and truly his mother Rayelina. "Remember when..." He paused, canted his head to the side and let crazed dead white eyes refocus...this was not his mother...(edited)
took a moment and stepped away from the clay. "Born of blood and sweat, with the likeness of mine own mother...who dare dispute the fulfillment of our contract." He was playing at God yes but in the attempt to outwit the beast himself. Mordred had worked some of his most dark and depraved machinations upon the world but this was a personal obsession now.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Aug 30, 2018 20:12:18 GMT -8
Simulacrum
Yes came the silent whisper. Remember...
Was it playing God if one had once held such power? How many in that ancient tree had served the land in the same way? Vargo blood, sweat, tears, souls were mixed into the very essence of Tyran itself.
Those same silent whispers prodded the madman into continuing the work. Neck, shoulders...the son knew the proper roundness of his mother's breasts, the correct curve of her slender waist, the swell of her hips, the length of her limbs, fingers, and toes. The painting in front of him did not convey such intimate details, and yet he knew them all the same.
Hours later still, the nude simulacrum of their mother lay upon the table, eyelids shut and limbs relaxed, lying on its back as if asleep. No detail had escaped the spell he'd weaved. Its hair was long, most of it captured beneath the weight of its body. Eyebrows held the same delicate arch, eyelashes lay flush against the crest of its cheeks. The charged, heavy silence was thick in the room, power poised and at the ready for the final few steps.
Blood the silence whispered. You know what to do.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Aug 30, 2018 20:13:09 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
was worn. In the grips of something, the hours had not be noticed. He had forsaken everything that night, sustenance, pleasure, even the completion with his twin Monet to pour every ounce of direction into what now lay upon the table. He blinked and tried to focus. How could even his hands have been so precise. He feel then upon his knees, his head hung low. Mere inches above and away from him lay an exact clay replicant of that which created him. He had never felt so tired. He had never given so much of his personal passion and energy to bring his creation into fruition. Again the symbolism and idolatry of what transpired in that moment none would know...he indeed knew what to do. "I need Monet too mommy..." A tear fell.(edited)
stripped of all, laid bare in his madness. He would risk much again in his twisted desire and obsession with his twin. He had lost and given more than most could understand but this level of depravity and indeed attempt to play god was just that, even by a former divinity...he had the blood, sweat and tears, but lacked the divine spark to ordain LIFE...always a trader in death was he...ironic.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Aug 30, 2018 20:13:41 GMT -8
Simulacrum
Blood the silence ruthlessly demanded. Yours. Hers. Ours.
Brought so close to fruition, the magic refused to relent. The air crackled with pent up energy. Storm clouds billowed into life in the sky above. Thunder. Lightning. But there would be no rain. Not here.
Merciless and determined to be, the silence wrapped firmly around the prostrate male and tugged upon his psyche. Blood. Will. Magic. You KNOW what to do.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Aug 30, 2018 20:14:22 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
was in a haze. He closed his eyes as his jaw clenched. He was a necromancer paramount. He needed to focus and control the powerful energies and forces that swirled and that he had now gathered and called to him. The rites desired completion. The simulacrum desired the breath of life and fulfillment. He slammed his hand defiantly upon the table and snarled at the voices that twisted in his skull. "NOT WITHOUT MONET!" His words rang with a dominate furry that caused an eerie stillness..."not...without...Monet..." He managed between ragged breaths as he regained his composure.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Aug 30, 2018 20:15:49 GMT -8
Simulacrum
And then there was silence. True silence, this time. Will had been exerted and was promptly obeyed. But there was no dissipation of magic potential. Inertia settled deep into the man, riding him like a heavy weight, thrumming in his blood and in the back of his mind. It was too late to turn back. The spell had to be completed...and soon.
Until then, the clay figure on the table lay prone and still. Waiting.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 1, 2018 15:29:59 GMT -8
Monet Vargo
She was dressed in black soft leathers and a cloak. All about her form were tools; what kind of tools others wouldn't know unless they got unlucky. At her hip, she carried her best dagger, as she had retired her Darkling blade which rested safely in her bedroom now. Her hair was secured into a braid and put up into a bun so that her victim would have less chance to grab it if they fought back. She looked out the tower window in Carrion, watching as the sun got lower in the sky. It wouldn't be long now before evening would come. Her brother had been MIA for a couple of days now and she hoped he was okay, but visiting the blacksmith had taken her a day's time too.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 1, 2018 15:30:43 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
had been seized by the grips of creative madness. He had not left the bowels of their father's lab for days. Feverishly he had worked and labored over the Simulacrum, pouring passion, buckets of sweat and far too much time into what now lay unmoving lifeless on the slab. A perfect replicant of his mother, sculpted meticulously from grey clay. The voices were silent now. His eyes were sunken and swollen, red rimmed. His lips dry and cracked. He had woven some of his most powerful incantations while he furiously had been crafting. The clay almost living and willing it's creation in his hands. He could not give it life though. It demanded it's due...the blood of each of the twins. Hunched over the slab in utter darkness. He breathed heavily..."not...without...Monet...damn you."(edited)
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 1, 2018 15:31:27 GMT -8
Monet Vargo
turned as if almost hearing him speak right next to her. Will, and desperation... she frowned deeply and immediately shadow stepped from the tower, to appear in the lab where she looked around the dark room. She noticed something laying on the table but didn't pay it much mind since there was almost always a body there. Crossing the room she moved in front of him and cradled him carefully in her arms, lifting his chin to meet her eyes and examine him closely. He was utterly exhausted. "Mordred... what happened to you?"
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 1, 2018 15:32:00 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
had never felt so weak. His magic had drained. He could not fight as she lifted his chin. Crazed dead eyes, ones she would not recognize as his own gazed at her. Her presence though cut through his haze. Her touch brought him to a lucid state. He would lay his head on her shoulder, holding her close to him. Only one other time in their life had she seen him so depleted and desperate. He managed to point a skeletal like finger towards the slab. "I need to finish it..." His eyes would lull in his head and exhaustion finally overtook him. He slumped heavily into her. If Monet did examine, she would see the Simulacrum of their mother and the various tomes and rites and other informative pieces at his disposal to create such a blasphemous thing. She would also notice how the prevalent darkness seemed to recede around the creation with almost a mix of fear and loathing.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 1, 2018 15:32:39 GMT -8
Monet Vargo
held him for a while, smoothing out his hair and kissing his forehead as she eased him over to a chair and lowered him into it. Then she moved over to where he had pointed and examined closely the things laid out and around the table. Narrowing her eyes, she realized what she was staring at and her brow furrowed in confusion. "That's not possible," she said as she stared at what looked like their mother. Reaching out, she lightly touched it. It wasn't flesh and it was cold, she realized. Making sure she didn't damage it, she took back her hand and scowled at the image of the woman she despised before moving to the work books. A lot of it she couldn't read, but some of it was in her brother's handwriting and notes. This was the creation and work he was talking about. "I see..." she said and looked at the disgustingly perfect reflection of their mother again. "Impressive Mordred," she said, though assumed he may have fallen asleep. "Then we're going to need a kill. A male to be exact... to supplement enough blood for this that would mix with our own and not kill us in the process. I can do that. However, you are in no condition to perform that part of the ritual until you get your strength back up. Go eat," she said after making sure Mordred was listening to her for at least the last part, ordering him.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 1, 2018 15:33:07 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
sat up weakly. Only shook his head and would slump back. "Monet..."Something seemed haunting even to him. "I heard her voice..."he whispered..."it really is her...." HIs eyes glazed and he slumped back into the chair, he needed rest, he would eat soon as he could physically manage the task. He sat up and snarled, "TELL NO ONE..." then blacked out.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 1, 2018 15:33:57 GMT -8
Monet Vargo
frowned softly and moved over to adjust him in the chair so that he wouldn't wake up with horrible neck or back pain. Privately she took a few moments to merely stare at him, taking in his features. There were bags under his eyes, and his cheekbones were more prevalent. When was the last he'd slept or eaten? And this talk of the slab on the table really being their mother; absolute madness. Sighing gently she leaned forward and kissed him very gently on the lips before she turned and took one last look at the thing on the table and the way the darkness reacted to it. "If it is you, I'll be happy to slay you myself..." she said at the thing, and then she was gone. A time later, the woman was in the bad part of the outskirts of the Capital. It was a very poor town that tried to leech off the Capital itself, but was still barely surviving. In her black leathers and hooded cloak, a matching mask on her face, the stalker moved quietly down the roads with the crowds as she looked for a potential victim.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 1, 2018 15:34:32 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
was unconscious but the taste and touch of her lips he experienced even in this state. Weakened though, he could not feel her leave or hear her words. As he rested he was visited by something, not the succubus that had sought to insinuate herself again, this was something dark and troubled. Something that should not have been brought about and/or formed into creation. It was faceless but then began to dance with the beast itself. A haunting lullaby his mother often song wafted through the eerie scene. Unknown to anyone. One of the lockets that Lyf wore and that no one alive was capable of removing had one, just one, of the clasp's fall off. One that clutched about the purple not the white jewel...(edited)
as he dreamed a faint wind would stir from nowhere and ruffle through the pages of the old books, dance around Mordred and then seem to linger of the Simulacrum, then ceased.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 1, 2018 21:42:32 GMT -8
Silas
Silas ran through the forest and towards the small town by the capital as fast as he could. he was a slave he was 5'5 and weighed a sopping 120 pounds. he ran throught the town gate and into the crowd with a smile. he had gotten away finally he was looking at the ground as he ran pacing himself as he kept running he did not want to stop. he ran right into monet and fell back on the ground.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 1, 2018 21:43:05 GMT -8
Monet Vargo
fell back onto the ground with a cry, her mask falling off her face from the force and onto the ground. The two of them were on the ground and a few people turned to look at the commotion. Monet stood up and started to brush herself off, looking at who had ran into her full force and sneered. It was a young man, possibly even still a boy... she couldn't be certain of his age, but he did appear at least young adult. Reaching down, she picked up her mask and slipped it back onto her face to secure it. "You damaged my mask boy... do you know how much this costs?" she said to him, her lips visible through the mask so he could see her frown.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 1, 2018 21:43:35 GMT -8
Silas
Silas looked to her he was young only 22 and he was small "im so sorry mam i did not mean too i was just getting away from someone. i have no money i dont know what to do." he said as he looked to her with a frown "i cant pay what can i possibly do to make up for it?" he asked staring at her mask then up to her face
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 1, 2018 21:44:05 GMT -8
Monet Vargo
made sure the mask was securely back on her face even though it was chipped. She offered a hand down to him to help him back to his feet. "I suppose you can work it off then, if you are willing that is? I wont force you of course, though... if you don't have money, I worry the guards might arrest you for this instead." She worked her silver tongue, playing up both a victim and a kind person being understanding of his plight and offering him a better alternative to make up for his mistake. And quite a grave mistake it was on his part.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 1, 2018 21:44:36 GMT -8
Silas
Silas began to shake "yes yes yes i can work it off i will work it of i dont want to be in another cage." he said as he looked to her "he was young and spent most of his life in a cage he didnt understand the evil and light fight in the world. "well what is it that you need done?" he asked curiously
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 1, 2018 21:44:59 GMT -8
Monet Vargo
patted his hand as he shook and tucked her arm under his as if to have him escort her like some noble gentleman. A slave? How cruel of fate to let the man escape one captor and end up in the arms of a worse one. "First, lets get you something to eat. You look exhausted," she said and lead him over to a nearby food cart which was selling some meats and alcohol. "Go ahead, its my treat. You can't work if you aren't strong right? I already had my dinner, so I wont be joining in." She handed the merchant some coin.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 1, 2018 21:45:26 GMT -8
Silas
Silas was excited he had no idea who this woman was but she was nice."thank you mam." he said as he took meats but no alcohol. he began to eat like he had been starving for a long time "i am quite exhausted. and thats right i cannot work if i am not strong." he said showing his muscles they were small but they could be seen." he was not the strongest but it looked like he did hard work
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 1, 2018 21:45:58 GMT -8
Monet Vargo
might feel guilty about tricking the boy if it wasn't for the fact his sacrifice was important. She smiled a crimson smile at him under the mask and allowed time to pass as he ate, not rushing him. He would be given anything else he wanted for his final meal and then when finished she would offer her arm to him again. "I have something you can help me with back at my home. I cannot do it myself, but I'm certain you will be of great help. How fortunate for me you actually bumped into me, hm?" she chuckled a little bit.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 1, 2018 21:46:26 GMT -8
Silas
Silas smiled looking at her "that is very fortunate i will do all i can to help." he said as he finished his food and took some alcohol now drinking it and then looking back to her "i am ready to follow you home." he said looking to her with a smile. "so where do you live and do you have a big house?" he asked curiously
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 1, 2018 21:47:02 GMT -8
Monet Vargo
waited for him to take her arm, not moving until he did so. Then she would start to walk with him in a random direction toward the outskirts of town. "Yes I do. Its quite far away, but I know magic and can take us there in no time at all. Tell me, are you scared of the dark?" she asked with a gentle, non-mocking laugh. "I hope not... because here we go," she said and without warning, held onto his hand which was on her arm and the shadows shot out from all around them to wrap them up. It would feel almost suffocating to someone not used to it. Then suddenly they were at the front door of Carrion's manor. The land wasn't impressive, but the manor was huge and had towers with what seemed like purple glass swirling up them. "We're here. See, didn't hurt right?"
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 1, 2018 21:47:30 GMT -8
Silas
Silas nodded "very well i am ready and no im not afraid of the dark. thats only for kids." he said as he watched as the shadows wrapped them up he felt like he couldnt breathe and he did not like it he put his hand to his mouth trying to take a breath but to no avail. when they landed he began taking deep breaths "no it didnt hurt but i couldnt breathe." he said looking to her "so what is this thing you wish me to do?" he asked curiously
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 1, 2018 21:48:06 GMT -8
Monet Vargo
pushed open the door. "After you," she said as she reached up to take off the mask now. "Would you mind holding this for me?" she asked and handed the mask over before waiting for him to go inside the doors. If/when he did, they unknown to him would close behind him and be unable to be opened again from the inside; thus, trapping him within. Once inside, he could likely feel the very cold and evil presence of the creatures that roamed Carrion. Most normal people who lingered too long could go mad from all the whispers and movements out of the corner of their eye. It was like something pulled straight from a horror story. She walked ahead of him now to guide him on where to follow her. "I'll show you, its in the room just up here and to the left," she said, the kindness still in her voice which may be eerie now in this sort of atmosphere... as if she took no notice at all to the darkness of the place.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 1, 2018 21:48:27 GMT -8
Silas
Silas nodded "okay im going." he said as he took the mask from her "yes ill hold the mask." he said as he looked around "where did you bring me?" he said turning around and trying to open the door "why are there things whispering. what did you do?" he asked curiously "fine fine ill go but i have a weird feeling about this." he said as he looked around.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 1, 2018 21:49:10 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
had recovered slightly but had not dared leave the room that held his attempt at creating life. Hunched again over it, strangely whispering to and stroking the hair of the Simulacrum that lay still and lifeless. The macabre scene was interrupted when Mordred would look up sharply, cold dead white eyes locked as if burning a hole into the celling above him. There was a living foreign presence in his house. He became hyper aware of Monet then and she too would feel his and the coy irritation that twined with it. The forces within the Vargo family home would begin to manifest unless Monet commanded otherwise. Whatever was with her risked mind, body and soul being there. Mordred's attention snapped back to the Simulacrum..."soon..." He breathed wildly and had to check a shrill malign cackle the bubbled up from inside him and seemed to carry through out the entire Vargo expanse even though he was in the very bowels of their estate...the bely of the beast.
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Tyrannights is a free-form play by post RPG with a medieval fantasy setting. It was formed in 1997 by Shawn and Doreen with many different owners and versions over the years. Its current version is Tyran: Tales of Legends owned by Sinead and Laelia.
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