draconic_ruler

Tue, 28 Aug 2007 23:08:43 GMT

((Warning for fluffy sex.))

Continued from here.

Aragon looked up at Lydia as they flipped them over. He wasn't fond of the idea of giving control to someone else, but this was Lydia. And he did want her to enjoy it.

He nodded. "I want you to enjoy yourself Lydia. I'll do what you say." He said. He did trust her, after all.

.....a request.

Sun, 13 May 2007 03:33:12 GMT

(OOC: Locked to EVERYONE, but Dan and Freakshow.)

I have a feeling I may regret asking this later, but I am finding myself with little choice.

Last month, those....sugary girls attacked. Lydia and myself were caught in those attacks.

I...unfortunately, fell to one's hold.

Lydia...is quite a strong woman. Yet, I worry, what would have happened if that girl knew how to deal with ghosts?

I was weak. I let her down.

I have been unsure how to apologize to her. How to thank her. Then I heard about this thing called a 'date.' A form of courting that my sister mentioned.

However, I am unsure what to do for her on this date.

So, I will ask you two as you seem to know her well. I will deny the weakness I admitted if you dare try to tell other people about it, but I would be...quite grateful for any help you can offer for what Lydia would enjoy on a date.

A Warning.

Wed, 04 Apr 2007 00:33:14 GMT

I do not usually get involved with these matters, but it seems that perhaps something should be said considering the circumstances.

It seems that there are strange girls from the 'Pretty Princess Realm' who have a rather troublesome affect on men.

Namely, they make men fall for them head over heels and act rather shameful. I was lucky to have Lydia nearby and my amulet seems to disrupt their magic.

So, a warning to everyone who sees this. If you are male, find a way to defend yourself against mental magic and contact any females you know who can hold their own in a fight. It appears they may have a disavdantage to ghosts, so any ghostly women who read this, whether you can fight or not, go anyway and just use intangiblity.

I have given warning for these women. I do not plan to be involved with them in anyway in the future and hope that it remains to be that way.

Post of DOOM!

Sat, 24 Feb 2007 01:23:13 GMT

Aragon left in the night. No one paid attention then. The realm was too at ease.

No matter. It would no longer be his concern when he found what he wanted.

He opened the book, reading where it was supposed to be hidden. It was supposed to be in a dark region of the Ghost Zone. A realm like a jungle and hidden deep inside. He frowned at the date. "This was before the land was destroyed." He muttered. "Hm?"

He pondered this as he looked for the region. He did know where it was. Just because he didn't like associating with the outside didn't mean he didn't send scouts to find out about it. It didn't take nearly as long as he thought it would to find the region, landing on the edge. He looked at the book again. It's directions were vague, but better than aimless wandering.

He walked through the dense jungle, being careful where he walked. Of course, that didn't make much difference as branches caught his clothes and roots and vines seemed to wrap around his legs to trip him. Aragon decided he hated jungles.

Of course, that opinion only solidified when the beasts started making their pressence known.

Aragon wasn't a fighter. However, he wasn't completely defenseless. He could feel the eyes. He could sense that things were far too silent. The only noise was a branch cracking.

Which was probably the only reason he got out of the way of a ghost panther that had tried to take him out. Aragon turned to the beast, reaching for the dagger when he saw more of the ghost cats appearing. Aragon's eyes narrowed, his hand moving away from the dagger. "Practice would be best, wouldn't it?"

Aragon's eyes turned reptile as the amulet glowed. The panthers lunged at him as his size suddenly grew several times. The panthers hit the dragon scales and bounced back, the trees and undergrowth being pushed down, snapped, and crushed as his size increased. Aragon glared at the panthers, took a deep breathe, and blew.

After that, many ghost would wander what had burns down so much of the jungle.

Aragon walked into a cave that had been hidden by several vines and bushes before. He counted his steps as he walked in and stopped at a certain point. The jungle a ghost could get through. This cave could be found.

However, the place and combination for the it was the hard part and if not for the notebook, probably impossible. Aragon looked around the point he had stopped. He felt along the rocks before he felt the small holes. He stopped and pulled out his dagger, feeling along the holes before stabbing it into a certain one. Then removed the dagger and did the same to another and another, until there was a rumbling as the combination started to work. The rock slid back. There stood a pedestal, the amulet in the book resting there, looking normal. However, Aragon knew better. He picked up the amulet and smirked.

It was time he got what was his.

DOOM!

Sat, 17 Feb 2007 09:32:02 GMT

(Not to be RPed too.)

It had almost become a habit now. Whenever Dora would leave and he wasn't being watched, he would search.

He doubted she would bring it with her. One amulet reacted so easily and was powerful, but two could have proved too much for her control. That's why he never took hers. No, she wouldn't have it with her.

So she had to have it hidden. The witch wouldn't have it. She always insisted that their amulets were never taken by someone else. The only reason their mother said she never tried to take it. Yet it seemed fine if one took it from the other.

He had checked her room. He had checked the garden. He had checked almost every place she spent a lot of time. Except for her study. Where she always had her lessons. He walked into the room, having checked the area for any servants.

He searched every inch of the room, looking for any signs of his amulet. It was to no avail. He growled, pacing the room. "Where could she have hidden it? Where?!" He growled, slamming a fist against the side of the bookcase. Then he froze. Hollow. It had a hollow thud.

He pulled out the books from the shelf and looked at the other side. A small notch, but deep enough that two fingers could fit inside and pull it open.

His eyes widened and he smirked an evil, triumphant smirk. His amulet.

"I knew I would get it back." He chuckled evilly, pulling out the magical item. He paused as he saw a book inside as well. He raised an eyebrow, pulling it out. There was no title and when he opened it, there still wasn't any. There was writing, however. Familiar writing.

Then he remembered.

That time the witch had disappeared while Pariah Dark was still in power. A few days prior, she had given Dora a book, telling her to hide it. Now he sees why.

It had instructions on how to work those magical items she made.

He slipped through the pages. There were so many. He then paused as he saw a name that caught his eye.

"The Amulet of Fantasy?" Aragon murmured. He read through the notes, the smirk on his face growing. "Well, this is quite interesting. It seems I have some reading to do." He murmured, chuckling evilly.

It seems like he had some planning to do.

Turn of Events....

Sat, 03 Feb 2007 06:05:49 GMT

Dorethea has left. To perform an errand. For that old hag who lives on the edge of our kingdom.

There was a lot I thought Dorethea was, but I would never think she'd stoop so low to become an errand girl to fetch some rusty spear for a witch!

She really is hopeless.

Quite Pleasant

Sat, 06 Jan 2007 08:17:18 GMT

I have just returned from a stroll. It was quite pleasant.

I met a ghost named Lydia. Though I cannot say I approve of her attire, she was quite pleasant to talk to. Very interesting as well.

Courting seems very appealing currently.

Curse Edward Charles, Dorethea, and Dan to Hell!

Tue, 02 Jan 2007 04:52:23 GMT

My sister found the name of the man who made that accursed refined sugar in two minutes going through five sites. That is how unbearably hyper she is after she eats that accursed substance!

She dragged me to that truce party with her. Saying I should get out more. Bah! Then she goes and....ARGH! I didn't mind the drinking contest. That's common enough here. I didn't even mind that she out drank everyone who challenged her. No, what I do mind is what she was doing after she ate that gooey white paste of pure sugar!

She was running around everywhere, far from ladylike and I know I saw her slipping something into that wretched monster's drink! He said he wasn't good with alchol, but she had to do it!

I had even been successful at keeping away from him....

DAMN YOU TO HELL DAN! DAMN YOU TO HELL! I did not want your hugs or any of your drunkard declarations of love!!!

I will find a way to destroy you.

I will also find a way to keep Dorethea away from refined sugar.

Another Holiday....

Mon, 01 Jan 2007 07:50:08 GMT

It seems Yule had turned into this Christmas at some point. Now Dorethea isn't just happy with the usual hangings of holly and mistletoe and insists on this tinsel and glass ornaments and other such things everywhere.

She wants a pine tree to be decorated to set gifts in bright paper to be set under. She wants to hang one stocking of each person by the fire places. She is also getting a team of peasants to go to the human realm to buy candy canes and chocolate.

I wish to know what is wrong with just the regular Yule feast and sacrifice?

The only bright side is it seems the witch has vanished when the decorating started.

A Party?

Sat, 04 Nov 2006 06:04:09 GMT

My sister wants me to arrange an All Hallow's Eve party. One like the old days before the fire.

I suppose that would not be too bad. I haven't thought of the holiday much, but I never really found much disdain for it.

Now just to see if she finds the plans for it exceptable. I am not in the mood to deal with another of her rants about what's fun and enjoyable for the people.

I Can't Believe this.....

Sat, 28 Oct 2006 08:22:28 GMT

Her torture never ends. She has even made me get one of these moronic journals online. She says I have to use it at least once a fortnight as well. My sister is becoming far too insolent for her role. One day she will suffer for it. Suffer for it dearly.

Sigh. She says introduce myself. Insufferable brat...

I am Aragorn, the rightful ruler of Draconic Medieval and I am currently dealing with my wretched usurper of a sister.