Mekorig Family/Amroth

14/03/1008

Roleplay from Amroth Mekorig (3 days, 12 hours ago) Message sent to everyone in your realm (90 recipients) The sun was going down into the horizon, and the inhabitants of the small town of Tarre were preparing for the night. Amroth and his raiders were heading to the local Inn at slow peace, tired after a busy day. All were tired, and eagerly waited for some mead, food and a good warm place to sleep.

Amroth observed the local civil life, the villains going to their homes, the peasants going home after selling their food at the local market. And them, he saw her.....it was Dedmerath! Her long black hair, her voluptuous curves in a peasant dress. Even with that, she was beatifull has always.

He was going to aproach her when ther women turned to speak with other women. She was not Dedmerath.

- My mind is making me tricks. - thought Amroth. The memory of Dedmerath sadened his heart. With a sad face, he went with his raiders to the inn, to have a dreamless night.

Amroth Mekorig (Knight of Craigmore)

17/03/1008

Roleplay from Amroth Mekorig (just sent) Message sent to everyone in your realm (87 recipients) Amroth was distracted, out of the usual duties of his charge. He can not get Dedmerath from his mind. The memory of her is too strong,her sensual curves, the smell of her hair, her glourious laugh and the spark in the eyes wen they trained togheter. And now the Daimons took her from him...

He and his raiders finally arrived to an inn near the border of Atblane. The dismoutn and ordered propoer housing for them and the horses. While his men eat and prepare for the night, Amroth left the Inn and began to wander, into a nearby pacht of forest. Them he saw her again....it was Dedmerath.

There she was, collecting dry branchs, with a commoner girl clothes, but it was Dedmerath. Why she lied about her death? Why she dindt come back to home? Why she dindt answer all the letter he send to her, to that accursed continent, that dammed realm? Why she dont love him?! All the love in her hearth becomes anger, and anger fueled by years of apparent frienship from his cousin, by years of apparent ignorance to his advances, and there she was. She would pay for it.

Amroth took the girl by surprise, slapping her and sending her to the ground. The women was paralized in fear, and unknow men hitting her, his face deformed by the pure anger. And them he took what he wanted, what it was his, the screams buffed by the forest.

Hours later Amroth wook up. It was still night, and the girl lay along him, in fetal postion, trembling like a leaf in the wind. Them he realized what he have done, the tricks his own mind have done to him, the crime he have donde in anger. And he run, he run to the Inn, he run from his own inner demons...

Back in the dark, alongside the stream, a quiet crying broke the silence of the forest.

Amroth Mekorig (Knight of Craigmore)

18/03/1008

Roleplay from Amroth Mekorig Message sent to everyone in your realm (86 recipients) Amroth was going crazy. The face of Dedmerath begin to appear in the face of almost every women and girl Amroth saw, acussing him with their stare. The sound of her vioce was mixed with other, only to be nowhere. And Amroth was showing the first physical sign of his almost constant nightmares.

In the nightmare, he walk down a path of bone and ash, dead and rotten trees at the sides, a gloomy moon in the sky. And then he came to a clear, where a tomb rest in the center...but its not a clear in the wood, but a crypt in some unknow catacombs, and Dedmerath`s body rest atop it, fully clothed in her armor, her axe resting in her chest, and her face hidden by a mortuory mask. And then he appeared. It was himself, walking from the shadows. His face twisted by evil. He can not move while his reflection took Dedmerath`s body and ravished her in the most disgusting ways.

- "What happen Amroth, wasnt this what you really wanted? Wasnt this your most deep desire? - the reflection mocked Amroth while he took the mask away, revealing the rotten face of Dedmerath, and then giving her a kiss, his lips against the bare theets of the skull. And Amroth found hinself kissing the skull.

- "Wasnt this the sweetest moment of your life?" - whispered him to his hear. Amroth recoil in panick, and Dedmerath`s skull began to scream, a deafening scream, and her face changed to the peasant girl`s face, all while the crypt began to collapse. Her accusing eyes staring at him, while the reflection laugh aloud.

Amroth run, trough falling passages, trough weed covered paths in the dark forest, stones hitting his back, thorn ripping off his cloted and flesh, his blood leaving a trail, and behind, the accusing scream and the laughter.

-"You can run Amroth, but you will never scape your deeds... Jajajajajajajajajajajajajaja

Amroth Mekorig (Knight of Craigmore)