Keene's Plotnotes

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Keene's Plotnotes

Postby Keene Ward on November 5th, 2014, 10:38 pm

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Long Term Goals:
  • Gain expert reimancy - gain para-element - gain master reimancy - gain para-element - gain para-element
  • Meet a familiar - gain/refuse a familiar
  • Become a Warden's apprentice - become an apprentice of note - become a famous/infamous apprentice (on Sahova)
  • Become a Warden
  • Learn summoning from a PC - gain competency in summoning through PC threading - gain expert in summoning - gain master in summoning
  • Learn morphing from a Warden - gain competency in morphing from same Warden/PC/solo - gain expert in morphing - gain master in morphing
  • Meet and speak with Archwizard Masheen
  • Meet and speak with Lector Qiao
  • Be led through the catacombs by Milton
  • Discover the secrets of the Heartlands
  • Observe a Daek-Nuit
  • Learn unarmed combat - gain competency in unarmed combat - gain expert in unarmed combat
  • Learn acrobatics from Warden/PC - gain competency in acrobatics - gain expert in acrobatics
  • Learn shielding from a Sahovan wizard NPC/PC - gain competency in shielding from same NPC/PC - gain expert in shielding - gain master in shielding
  • Learn a melee weapon from a PC - gain competency in a melee weapon from PC - gain expert in a melee weapon
  • Gain a superior+ mage crafted item
  • Have a simulating conversation with a golem
  • Clash heads with another wizard - fight another wizard- kill another wizard
  • Meet Clyde Sullens - become friends/enemies with Cylde Sullens
  • Meet Annalisa Marin - become friends/enemies with Annalisa Marin
  • Meet Evalin - become friends/enemies with Evalin
  • Meet more PCs
  • Meet an Akvatari
  • Meet a Pycon
  • Meet an Akalak
  • Meet an Eypharian
  • Meet a Dhani
  • Meet a Kelvic
  • Meet a Myrian
  • Meet a Chaktawe
  • Meet a Charoda
  • Meet a Jamoura
  • Meet an Isur
  • Kiss/be kissed by a Nuit
  • Punch/be punched by a Nuit
  • Investigate Keene's feelings regarding Mella's death deeper - explore relationship flashbacks with Mella - explore strife flashbacks in Zeltiva - explore strife solos in Sahova
  • Darva mythos flashbacks
  • Deal with the side effects of mild overgiving - deal with side effects of medium overgiving - deal with side effects of severe overgiving
  • Participate in a regional quest
  • Participate in a moderated thread in which Keene is severely injured/in serious peril

Short Term Goals
  • Gain at least ten points in reimancy
  • Post another Oscar solo
  • Observe Risabel's malediction process
  • Pass/fail judgement
  • Buy sandals from the merchant ship
  • Join the reimancers and help put out the fire in the Forest of Thorns
  • Drink some of the magic ale
  • Play in the snow with the other initiates!
  • Build a snowman with Cowen and Cowan
  • Fulfill another (or more) work order
  • Investigate the Moving Tree!
  • Do at least the dungeon thread with Noven
  • Do at least the Gibbat dog problem with Fallon
  • Get a thread in with Pulren
  • Get a thread in with Verin
  • Get a thread in with Redd
  • Figure out where Keene stands with Willy
  • Speak to the breezes - befriend a breeze - speak to (at?) Zulrav

OOC Goals
  • Reach 50,000 words for NaNo - reach 70,000 words for NaNo - reach 100,000 words for NaNo
  • Reach one million words - reach two million words - reach five million words - reach TEN. MILLION. WORDS.
  • Reach 500 posts - Reach 1000 posts - Reach 10,000 posts
  • Obtain the "Overlored" medal
  • Redesign Keene's character sheet
  • Assist in Sahova development
  • Assist in development elsewhere
  • GST

Weekly OOC Goals
  • Post three times at least
  • Grade twice at least
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Keene Ward
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Location: Kalea
Race: Human
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A Touching End

Postby Keene Ward on January 22nd, 2015, 12:23 am

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The thirty-third day of spring, 508 AV
The Event :
The moment Keene was pushed into the room, he felt immediately nauseas. It was dimly lit by candles in the corner, the bed the center of focus with its smooth sheets and rust red cover, giving it all the impression of a finely kept place of rest. Of course, "rest" was something the bed had hardly experienced. A man lay upon it, his dark green eyes searching with a probing interest as Keene was pushed forward, the feeling of the woman's hands behind him sending shivers down his back. He did not like to be touched. He did not like to be in a room with strangers. Most of all, he did not like the smell of the room. It was almost sour, a heady scent of something floral mixed with sweat. It felt dirty, and Keene's hands were clenched tight into fists as he stumbled over the wooden floor, his uneasy steps resounding unusually loud. The man grinned, propping his head up in on hand as he played with the loose collar of his shirt. "This is the one?" His question was directed at the woman behind Keene, and he turned to stare at her, eyes sombre and wary.

She stood about a head taller than he, a heavy bust and wide set hips. Her eyes were hard and steely as they looked down at him. Her dark red, thin lips curled in a jeering sneer. "He is." She gently ran a finger down Keene's face, the sudden contact causing him to flinch away and bump into the bed. "Skittish, isn't he?"

The man let out a deep chuckle, reaching forward to wrap his arms around the now shaking figure before him, pulling him closer so that he could run his lips against Keene's ear. His whisper was low and rolling, carrying with it a grin that felt similar to the one the woman wore as she gazed down at the two of them. "Maybe, but he'll behave, won't he?" He took a little nibble at Keene's ear. The sensation of teeth against his skin filled him with a quivering panic, but he forced himself to remain still. He had promised Mella he would do so. Despite everything that was happening to him, he had no intention of going back on his word, despite the rush of blood that pulsed through his entire body as his heart nearly beat out of his chest. Breath came quick and left quicker, leaving him light headed in his struggle to suppress the urge to shout out and cry. The man moved from his ear to his neck, his tongue leaving a trail of wet that quickly turned cold when exposed to the air. The man let out a small groan, pressing his face into Keene's neck beneath his chin. Pulling his had back, the man addressed the woman once more. "Just taste him."

For a moment, Keene imagined the pair rending his flesh from his bones, consuming him until there was nothing left. Mella had told him that it was to be an exercise in self-control. She had said once it was over he would understand things about himself in a way he could not even have imagined. She had also said that if he even so much as tried to protest, she would toss him into the street like trash. He was scared; scared of Mella leaving him behind, of the two people who had begun to press their bodies against him, their tongues moving over his skin like fire, burning him with every pass. Still, he remained silent, shutting his eyes to hide from what was happening before him - to him. He felt the woman's breath against the other side of his face, her hands running through his hair as she too began to whisper, her voice light and airy. "Good boy." She moved from his ear to mouth, pressing against his lips. Keene instinctively tried to move back, but the man's chest behind him stayed any retreat. Instead, his lips were forced open, an exploration underway. He shook then, unable to control his body as he curled his toes and clenched his fists. It seemed to last forever, the woman pressed against him, the softness of her chest pressing against his own as the man behind him ran his hands over Keene's chest and waste.

It felt as if he were suffocating, air refused to him as the woman blocked its path, filling his mouth with hers. He could feel himself beginning to fade, small areas of black dotting his vision. Just as he thought he could take no more, the woman released him, the snapping of the suction followed by her own playful gasp left Keene limp in the man's arms that had risen to keep him on his feet, tucked under his own arms to hold him aloft. "Gods, Mirian. Kiss him, don't kill him." The man's voice was wholly amused as he rustled on the bed. As Keene found his footing again, the hands traveled downward, slipping into Keene's trousers. At some point, his belt had been removed, but Keene had been far too preoccupied with suffocation to notice. As he felt the hands close around him, his back stiffened, and he clenched his jaw to force himself from shouting out. "Hm? Not even a little bit?" The man's voice seemed a bit disappointed.

"Maybe you're just not his type, Jakob." Mirain gave a little trill of laughter as she grinned down at the two men before her. "Let me." She approached, her body moving in one fluid motion as stooped before him. He felt the hands release him, moving to fiddle with the buttons that kept his pants attached to him. He wanted to struggle, to fight back, but Mella's ultimatum kept him in place. Instead, he forced his eyes shut once more, attempting to hide away from what was happening by refusing himself sight. The sensations, however, remained. As the woman addressed him, Keene began to squirm. The man's arms held him tight, his face pressed into the crook of Keene's neck as the woman continued. He felt strange, terrified even. He could feel teeth and wetness. His jaw was clenched so hard he felt like his own teeth might shatter beneath the force. It seemed to continue for days, the man's hands rising up beneath Keene's shirt to press again the more sensitive areas of his chest. The rhythmic sway of the woman against him sending shudders through his entire frame. When she finally did pull away, Keene let out a shaking gasp. Her voice lacked much of the airy, breathy quality of before. "Well petch."

Jakob laughed, releasing Keene for the time being as he sat up on the bed. Keene stumbled forward, sinking to his knees that gave out once his support had been taken away. "The kid's too nervous." There was a rustle of fabric as the man removed his shirt, follow by the clink of his belt hitting the floor. The woman moved towards him again, kneeling down to offer him a hand up. Keene took it, his quivering grip quickly engulfed by the strength Mirian wore so confidently. "Come here." The command was cooed by the man on the bed, his body now displayed, like the center piece of some strange feast. Keene approached, obedient despite the overwhelming desire to bolt for the door. He knew full well escape would only seal his fate. To be cast aside by the one person in his life was as good as death, and the trial before him was only temporary. He repeated it to himself over and over again as he laboriously made his way to the the bed. Only temporary, only temporary. Jakob grinned, "Take it off." The woman moved in another fluid movement, removing Keene's shirt first, then sliding his pants and undergarments off of his legs as he moved. Had he not been so surprised, he might have been impressed at how quickly as easily she had completed the task. "Good, now..." The man curled a finger towards Keene, beckoning him closer.

In no position to refuse, Keene tentatively crawled onto the bed. His heartbeat was almost audible outside of his body as his blood pulsed in throbbing beats against the confines of his now naked skin. He stopped at the edge of the bed, supporting himself on his knees and hands as he stared at the man uncomprehendingly. He simply grinned, pointing towards where he wanted Keene to focus his attention. It wasn't difficult to understand what the man wanted at that point. Keene cautiously moved across the bed, the tanned, muscular body before him inching ever closer. Before him, Keene watched the man quiver, the isolation of the event turning his stomach even before he began. Again, eyes were shut, but this time there was little he could ignore. The man began to moan, and Keene felt the woman behind him. He flinched, his jaw instinctively moving to shut. The man let out a yelp, shoving his hands into Keene's hair and wrenching back on it. "No biting!" Keene's eyes had begun to water, but he nodded his understanding before he was shoved back. The woman's invasion of his privacy continued from behind, and Keene felt his own body change in response.

"Just had to warm him up, hm?" Mirian's laughter was quite clear in her voice, to which the man just responded with a grunt. He had begun to move on his own accord. Keene spluttered and choked, water dripping steadily from his eyes until the man put a hand on his shoulder, gently tracing the lines of what few muscles Keene had.

"That's good." Jakob's voice was breathless and terse, but Keene hardly needed to be told twice. He was released from his duty, and the desire to spit out the taste in his mouth was halted only by the sudden pull on his arms that dragged him face to face with the other man who pressed through his lips with a searching urgency. He felt the bed shift as the woman joined them, but by that time he had once more shut his eyes. The sensations that spread over his body were so conflicting, he had no idea how to separate them, nor what to make of them. He was terrified, but his terror was held in check by the fierce desire to remain with Mella. Even as he felt the woman's chest press into his back and a sharp pain from behind, he remained resolute, despite his uncontrollable shaking. His breathing wasn't nearly as obstructed as before. The man seemed to prefer his skin over his tongue, but time was spent on both. The pain behind from behind remained steady as the woman pressed herself against him, her free hand wrapped around his front.

They continued in a similar fashion for a time, and Keene had learned that the pain was lessoned the more relaxed he became. Of course, relaxation under the circumstances was hardly feasible, but he tried. Any small bit of comfort he could find in the nightmarish whirl he clung to. The pain increased several times, each subsequent time he couldn't help but let out a cry that was quickly muffled by Jakob's searching. He felt the man against him, their bodies pressed close. The heart beats of both the woman and the man berating him from both sides, smashing against his own frantic rate. He just wanted to go home. He wanted to sit in the sunny corner of his house with a book, reading about the anatomy of a bear or the intrinsic properties of the naturally occurring metals found in the mountains that surrounded Zeltiva. He wanted to practice his Nader Canoch. He wanted to write his required daily set of prose and poetry. He even wanted to spend the three or four bells worth of time copying out lines of Nader Canoch then translating it into Common and back into a different translation of Nader Canoch. What was happening to him in that moment, Keene tried to distance himself, to hide away from it by escaping into the confines of his mind.

He no longer heard what was said, but soon he wished he had. The pain had been entirely unexpected. He writhed, trying to get away from it, but the woman held him in place as the man cooed beneath him. He pressed into him, over and over again, until Keene eventually lost the will to resist. He pressed his head into the man's shoulder, his tears sticking to his face like a film. The man became frantic, and the woman started to laugh as Keene flinched before the rush of heat. His body shook uncontrollably as his teeth were clenched so hard he swore he felt them creak. Jakob pulled him into another forceful kiss, rolling Keene over onto his back as he retreated. Shame did not play a large part in Keene's mind, but the pain and fear had long since claimed him as their own as the man shuffled forward, making a joke about "cleaning". Keene mechanically obliged. The taste made him sick, and when the man rolled to the side with a contended gasp, Keene turned his head away from him to spit onto the sheets. In spite of everything, he had done it. He was finished - or so he thought.

Next, came the woman. She slid over him like a snake, pressing herself over him. He tensed immediately, his senses dulled but still aware of her presence. He felt the man again, and he wanted to scream, to shout at the top of his lungs, to shove the away from him and escape into the street. Mella's words repeated in his head over and over again. He clenched his fist as his body convulsed, and the woman's laughter met with with the man's groans as he joined him once again. He felt his body numb, even the pain slightly subsided as the woman slid off of him, saying something he couldn't catch in his new state of stasis before he heard the door open and shut. The man wasn't finished with him, and Keene resigned himself to the numbness while he continued. He stared up at the ceiling, his rocking vision slightly blurred by the watery burn in his eyes. The wooden planks shifted as he did, back and fourth, like the waves of the ocean.

When Jakob finally crawled over him, wrapping his body around Keene's like a living, breathing blanket, Keene could feel the mingling of their sweat, slipping against each other as Jakob lazily ran a finger about Keene's stomach. He pressed his grinning face against Keene's neck, nibbling on him in between his panting. "Very good." He ran his tongue over Keene's jaw, the heat of the muscle sending a scream through his unresponsive body. "Very good." He wanted to leave. He wanted to escape. Yet his body was sluggish and though he felt as if his mind darted to and fro at a speed unknown to the physical world, he was still trapped beneath the purring hum of the man beside him.

The door opened, and the woman returned, her laughing voice bouncing around the room in a way that Keene could not fathom from the depths to which his mind had retreated. "They said we have three more bells!"


When it finally ended, Keene returned home. He moved lugubriously, his body worn and mind numbed. His thoughts had risen up to protect him, but even they had been slowly beaten away until there was nothing left but the singular desire to "go home". He stumbled regularly, his legs feeling as if they were hardly suited for transportation any longer. The dull beat of his heart against his ribs seemed hardly enough to send blood through his body, but he continued to move and breath, so he assumed it was adequate despite his concerns. The moon hung low in the sky, his light basking the city in a silver glow who's beauty was lost on the young man who shuffled through the streets. His body shivered some, whether it was from the night air or events past, he didn't know. Either way, it only served to further impede him, keeping him from his destination. It was his only goal, his only purpose. He was so tired, and his eyes seemed to refuse to stay open. The thought of his bed was eclipsed by the image of the bed before, and he paused a moment to release some of the angst in his stomach, stooping over as the bitter bile passed over his tongue to slosh onto the cobbles. Once the nausea had passed, he started again, wiping his face on his shirt before wobbling down the path to his house.

When he made it to the door, he pressed against it, fiddling with the latch until it finally swung open, depositing him upon the ground with a soft thud. Mella sat in her desk, candles illuminating the stacks of papers she constantly scoured over. "Shut the petching door." Her voice came out as a hiss, her attention focused on the task at hand, which she refused to be distracted from. Rising back to his feet as quickly as his sluggish body would allow, Keene pushed the door shut, leaning against it for a few moments before stumbling towards his bed. "Wait." The command was not to be ignored, so Keene halted his movements, standing still and staring blankly ahead of him. "The shyke happened to you?" The question wasn't nearly as probing as it should have been, and even Keene's weary mind wasn't so dull he couldn't understand the reason for it. Instead of replying, he simply turned a deadened face towards her. "Good." She nodded, seemingly satisfied with Keene's wraithlike appearance. With her verbal release, Keene slumped into his bed, opting to keep his clothes on for the time being.

As he lay there, the sounds of the scribble of the quill against parchment and the small cries of the night carried him quickly into sleep. His struggles and fears of the day had found their way into the core of his being, and they would never truly be forgotten. But as consciousness left him, his dreams formed around him. They wove a story so real, it seemed a memory, but even as he experienced it, he knew it was not. It was a dream, and a dream was dream. Yet, even then, even in the midst of the nightmarish world, there was a part of him that still knew, and still remembered. It was a part of him and he a part of it.
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Keene Ward
Chilly Wizard
 
Posts: 902
Words: 1279864
Joined roleplay: October 16th, 2014, 2:16 am
Location: Kalea
Race: Human
Character sheet
Storyteller secrets
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Plotnotes
Medals: 6
Featured Character (1) Artist (1)
Overlored (1) One Million Words! (1)
2014 Mizahar NaNo Winner (1) 2014 Top NaNo Word Count (1)

Keene's Plotnotes

Postby Keene Ward on January 22nd, 2015, 12:30 am

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Spring Threads - Calendar

29th: A maintenance is performed on all rings and vambraces. Master Arios visits each mage individually in their laboratory to examine the magical items. Over the next ten days Initiates and Wardens are summoned one at a time to meet him in the library.

57th: A new species of flower bloom and rapidly covers the northern end of the island. Pulsars and animals who come in contact with its sweet smelling perfume find themselves growing sleepy and desire nothing more than to lay down among the flowers. Victims awaken a day later with no recollection of the past day and discover themselves to be covered in petals and sticky black seeds.

78th: Another mysterious Summoning circle appears, this one is found by the Wardens as it is deep within the prairie. The protocol is the same but three initiates are taken from the other testing grounds to watch the sector for the remainder of the season.
-Prairie it up? Kinapak gets to pall around with the twins and Keene maybe? :D

87th: A significant trail of ichor is found in the ground floor of the Gug Andjak, the origin is unknown. All Nuit are accounted for.

Spring Threads - Personal

Skills
[*]Running - Work towards competent.
[*]Stealth - Work towards competent.
[*]Meditation - Work towards competent. (17)
[*]Unarmed Combat - Work towards competent. (12)
[*]Acrobatics - Work towards competent. (17)
[*]Glyphing - Work towards competent. (9)
[*]Glyphing - Work towards expert.
[*]Shielding - Work towards expert. (34)
[*]Spiritism - Work towards competent. (9)
[*]Auristics - Work towards competent.

Plots
[*]Darva flashback for MAPS - Maybe?
[*]Learn morphing?
[*]Speak with Relios again
[*]Birthday
[*]Noven Letters
[*]81st onwards Warden threads

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Keene Ward
Chilly Wizard
 
Posts: 902
Words: 1279864
Joined roleplay: October 16th, 2014, 2:16 am
Location: Kalea
Race: Human
Character sheet
Storyteller secrets
Scrapbook
Plotnotes
Medals: 6
Featured Character (1) Artist (1)
Overlored (1) One Million Words! (1)
2014 Mizahar NaNo Winner (1) 2014 Top NaNo Word Count (1)

Runes

Postby Keene Ward on August 3rd, 2015, 4:05 am

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Keene Ward
Chilly Wizard
 
Posts: 902
Words: 1279864
Joined roleplay: October 16th, 2014, 2:16 am
Location: Kalea
Race: Human
Character sheet
Storyteller secrets
Scrapbook
Plotnotes
Medals: 6
Featured Character (1) Artist (1)
Overlored (1) One Million Words! (1)
2014 Mizahar NaNo Winner (1) 2014 Top NaNo Word Count (1)


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