-ooc-- ok everyone, this is my first RP thread. everyone is welcome. i'de like to keep it under like 10 people though... i doubt it will get that high but ya know. anyway, the story is set in a dark cold forest that spans for eons. the is show everywhere and villages are built in the enormus trees. ok here is my stat sheet.



name:Damien
age:N/A
appearance: Pale skin, white hair and black eyes, about 5 foot 4 inches, white robes and a white staff.
classification:demon wizard.
Background information:i was born long ago in the icey regions of the world, i have spent my life as a vigilanti killing anyone who crosses my path. iseak justice, well what i think to be justice.

-IC-- *sitting on the ground next to a cooking fire with 3 hairs skewered over it drippin juice into it occasionally Damien pulled out a pipe and lit it with a coal from the fire.* "im going to sleep well tonight" *laying his head down he fell asleep*

Acoura Doiselle was getting weary of this journey. She had left her small village after her father's death, and now she was headed through the forest, searching for the famed demon wizard who lived here. She saw smoke from some sort of fire in the distance and headed towards it, her pace quickening now. Her straight black hair was pulled back in a tie, making it easier to move swiftly. She drew closer now and slowed her pace. She peered into the clearing and saw a young man with white hair and white robes. Was this the demon wizard Acoura had heard so many stories about? He was sleeping, and looked so serene. She approached quietly, stepping into the clearing, her black cloak sweeping over the icy ground...

Name: Artemis, Isis, or Forest (but for the shake of the story... i'll just use Artemis)
age: N/a
Race: Demon and control over the forest as well as the animals.
Features: Unknown to mortal men... some say she is beautiful a Venus... other say she is more. But they all say she have silver blond hair and emerald eyes and pale white skin.

ic: Artemis slowly watch the two from her place in the shadow. For a while this Demon who is also a wizard been here. She looks around for signs of anything that will harm hjer home. Then slowly goes back watching the strangers in her home.

Damien awoke hearing something or someone approaching, but he pretended to be asleep untill he could assertain the origon of the person coming. He senced someone watching him from the forest he guessed that it might be Artemis, he had heard sories of the fabeled king of the forest but he hardly believed them. a pretty girl stepped into the light and damien instantly knew it was ok to be awake. "hello there, what's your name" would you like something to eat? artemis you might as well come down and have a bite too my friend"...

Case had been following Artemis in wolf form her white fur was perfect even though the ground was less than perfect, she watched a man she guessed a demon a powerful one but she didnt know for sure. When he spoke and said Artemis she lifted her head from were she had been leaning on her paws, she got up still hidden by a rock she didnt know what to do attack or stay she couldnt help thinking that when she was in wolf form.
She sat again and waited for them to talk.

"My name is Acoura Doiselle," Acoura bowed her head in respect. "I've heard of your power, sir." Acoura was whispering, her head lowered, her black hair hiding her face. "It's an honor to meet you... I have some types of... the Craft's powers..." She kept her voice low, looking behind her.

Her father had banished her from the village, calling her a "witch" and saying she was lucky he wasn't going to burn her, that's what he said before he died. Now Acoura was here, seeking the wisdom of this famed wizard.

Sitting up he looked into Acoura, seeing her pain.
"come my child, sit with me and tell me your troubles. Artemis, come my friend, sit with us. there is plenty of food for us all. looking directily at cases hiding place. even you my furry friend."
Standing up Damien stretched his limbs and cast a spell to bring the fire back to life. the fire roared and warmth filled all thier bones.
"warmth is a rare comodity here in veilnor. but know that i can give it to you if your need is great, case come from the shadows and sit with us. you may even find it in your liking to joiin us in human form"

"Thank you, sir," Acoura mumbled, keeping her head bowed and her voice low. She shivered in the cold and moved closer to Damien's fire. "Veilnor is very cold..." She shook her head a little, letting her black hair move out of her face. "Sir, I come from a tiny village a few miles away from here... My father passed away recently and if I had stayed there they would've killed me for being a witch," she bowed her head again. "I'm sorry sir, I shouldn't have spoken out of turn... but you know a lot about the Craft..."

"it is fine my dear. you are in quite a predicament. but i still don't see what i can do for you... unless you have come to me to learn the craft. in which case... i must turn you down, the craft is a dangerous thing and should not be taken lightly, you are young child and still finding yourself. but i see that you now have no home and no place to stay. you may stay with me if you like, you will stay warm and fed, but that is about all i can do for you." looking away damien looked into the fire.
"my dathers name was Damos, his fathers name was Damoir. i am the last of a long line of wizards. a dying race child, we are dying because no one wants us here anymore. our powers are still strong, but we are few in number. i have taken up the charge of defence of Veilnor. if you stay with me, you may be able to learn."
looking at case "come my friend you have nothing to fear"

"I'm sorry," Acoura nodded. "I understand... but I have powers of the Craft already, I have visions and I hear people's thoughts and I can't control it," she shook her head. "If you can't teach me how can I bear the burden of my powers?" She studied Lord Damien's face. "Damos...?" She nodded, seeing the pain in his eyes, feeling it herself, as if her own family died... As an empath, she could feel other's emotions as though she were having them herself. "I'm sorry for your loss, My Lord."

It is fine, child. so you don't come to me completley out of the loop. i suppose i cannot in good concience leave you with nothing can i? well then my pupil, i will teach you the ways of the craft." his eyes brighten "i have not taught someone the ways in such a long time, i think it will be good for my ancient heart. we will begin tomorrow, tonight we have other things to discuss" sitting next to Acoura "what was your villages name? these things i must know, i need to know of your past, how you grew up and how you may have came upon this wonderful gift."

Acoura smiled, no one had treated her this kindly in such a long time. "My mother was a Witch. She..." Acoura shook her head sadly. "My father killed her for it." She shrugged, remembering her mother's soft features and sweet face. "I had known of my powers for a long time, but my mother started to teach me how to focus them..." Acoura brushed a long strand of black hair out of her face. "My father thought he could save me from being what she was... Raleev was my village... very small, closed-minded town."

speaking with a sympathetic face "I see, it seems you have lead quite a troubles life my pupil. and there are still many that await you. but you look tired, and you seems to need much rest and sleep, do not worry i will keep watch over you tonight. you are safe when with me.

"Thank you, sir," Acoura shivered again with the cold, despite the fire. She curled up in her cloak and laid down on the dusty ground, her black hair trailing across her cloak. She was indeed very tired. She watched the flames for a while, shivering. She yawned and closed her eyes...

Once the youngling was asleep, damien could get to work. first he enchanted the fire to stay warm, then we walked over to her. kneeling next to her head he placed his hands next he temples her looked into her mind. he saw her past, it was almost exactily as she described it, he saw her mother... the face that looked so familiar. she had her mothers face. then he remembered, that face, the girl from Raleev... the images of sperned love flashed in his mind, damien knew now why the girl had come to him, she was destoned to find her father. the poor girl, he knew now that the life she must fallow would be much harder and dangerous than he had imagioned. "how could i have been so foolish?!"
moving away from the child he sat down and began to think to himself.

"you are her father aren't you?
"yes, i am"
then why haven't you told her yet? wake the child and reviel your trechory now!"
"no, it's not that simple"
"and why is that?"
"because... you just wouldn't understand"
"are you calling me stupid?"
"no i am not, i am saying that you wouldn't understand"
"your father never talked to me like this"
"well i am not my father am i?"
"no i suppose you aren't, forgive me, i am out of line"
"it is fine my old friend"

laying his head down Damien tried to sleep, but sleep was a long way off... he still didn't understand why that beast case and Artemis haven't revieled themselves. not that he was worried, but things like this made him wonder...

ooc~ ooo think that was a good twist... mwahahaha

ooc~ yes it was but it's a little confusing does that mean Damien is Acoura's father or...? and is he arguing to himself or is he remembering the past when he argued with someone...?

sorry

ic~

"I'm sorry, father," Acoura whimpered, a little girl, having spilled her father's glass of milk. Her father slapped her.
"You were always nothing but a mistake," he growled harshly...

Acoura's eyes fluttered open, she awoke to the early morning air, still dark out. Lord Damien was still asleep. She felt some sort of connection to this man, never was anyone so kind to her... no one but her mother...

She felt the warmth of the fire and was grateful for it, even such a small thing. She stood and gazed up at the stars...

-ooc-- yes that means he is her father. and the person i was talking to, that is my familiar. passed down through my family. he is like my council. he is going to play a big part in the story i can tell.

Hearing his daughter awaken damien began to listen to her, hear her heart, tune inot her thaughts. he didn't feel the two outside their camp anymore.
"how did you sleep my child where you warm enough?"
using his magic to set a trap damien waited about 5 minutes before he had caught 3 strong healthy rabbits. using his magic again to skin and skewer them and marinade the in a breckfast flavor he cooked them over the fire. sitting down to eat damien decided to strike up a conversation.
"what do you remember of your mother young one?"

"You're awake," Acoura smiles, realizing there's more to Lord Damien than she yet knows. "My mother..." A shadow crossed Acoura's face. "She had soft features, beautiful... she was a sweetheart. I loved her so much, and she was very attuned to Nature..."

ooc: Guys slowly down....

Artemis sits on right by the fire. She listen, knowing everything she looks at Damien whispers in his head "So... you have a child? She is quite strong for a young soul... Damien... forgive me if I do not show up. But ya'll are having such a touching talking... I feel I would be rude to come into it." Artemis looks over at her friend, the wolf. She whispers in a tongue only she knows ( do not attack... you can stay or go... ) Artemis looks back at Damien. Slowly makes the wind blow though the trees.

-ooc- sorry i thought you forgot about us

"i was wondering when you would finnally make contact my friend, you may join us when you wish, i know what she knows... she just doesn't know it yet"

sitting next to the fire damien stared intently into his daughters eyes. "she was a very good mother, i too am sorry for your loss. but that is in the past, and to be healthy, you must learn to not dwell there. as such we must be moving on" using his magic Damien dowsed the fire and removed any sign that there had been a campsite here.

thinking to artemis "would you mind watching our backs friend, i would like to continue this conversation and i don't want any distractions invading our privacy, surely you understand"

ooc~ sorry having too much fun

ic~ Acoura stood up with Damien, shivering despite her cloak. "Thank you My Lord..." She murmured. "I try not to dwell on the past... Where are we headed? Veilnor?"

"Before we go one, there is a matter i must address. I am not your lord, thus i should not be addressed as i am. Call me Damien, or teacher. not lord my dear. and we are in veilnor my dear. I have been charged with the defence of veilnor from the fowl demons that lived here. some can be most fierce so i would stay behind me for a while untill i teach you a few magics.
i will teach you as we travel, and you will demonstrate to me what you have learned when we stop to eat and rest for the night. soon you will be helping me defeat these mosters, but we will start with the most basics"
searching in the folds of his robes damien retrieved a small rod of gold and silver capped with a ruby. this will be your conductor of your magic. All magic is bassed on probability and possibility. here's an example: say that i wanted to have my robes be red instead of white. i would play one the possibility that i baught red robes instead of white. now there are almost always consequences like for instance the red robes were more expencive than the white. now 3 can be three outcomes from this particular situation. either i would still have white robes beauce i went ahead and baught the white becaue i couldn't afford the red, or i would have baught the red, or the last i would not have robes at all. you see? once you get into the habbit of seeing all the possibilities and their consequences your magic will become more powerful. our magic is like a long hallway. each door is a possibility and behind the door lie the consequences. do you understand so far?" looking back to his pupil

Acoura nodded, "So not "Lord" then...?" Acoura's brow furrowed. She had never addressed anyone as an equal, so she wouldn't dare call him Damien. "Teacher, then. Alright, Teacher." She listened attentively to his wise words.

"Yes, I understand," she bowed her head in submission, trying to open her mind to his thoughts and the things around them. "Every time one does magic there are possibilities and consequenses... I have the gift of forsight My Lor- Teacher, does that help with seeing consequenses? And how does one choose from these possibilities?"

"the gift of forsight is infact very useful child. it will help you to see the consequences that you might have missed, but in this area of magic it will be almost useless in choosing a possibility. when you move up in power the possibiliies and consequences become apperant and choosing the best corse of action becoms sub concious. almost habbit. but the gift of forsight may be useful in seeing what your opponent will do or cast next. choosing from the possibilities like i said becomes habbit, but usually you choose the one that will do the most good for you."

Acoura nodded. "Thank you Teacher," she bowed her head. "So when do I start using magick?"

Artemis jumps down and walks over to the campfire, slowly she change her appearnce to a young maiden... about 20 years of age... her hair is raven black and her eyes are coal black, dressed in a noble class outfit.
"Damien... I will... but for how long... I do not know"
Artemis looks over at the girl then back to Damien. She slowly whispers something in Anicent Latin and watch as the trees move a little to warn of strangers close to the camp-fire.

"How pathetic, a stupid bunch of Amatuers, the names Alastor!" the voice echoed around them, the figure who was speaking remained hidden from their view and started laughing.
*apears from a tree*

Artemis looks at the guest, she growls her eyes goes to that of a wolf.
"You dear insult the goddess of this forest..."
She motion for the trees to grab him.

Acoura moves slowly, watching the she-wolf Artemis and the figure near the tree. She glances at Damien and closes her eyes. A power surges through her, and suddenly she is teleported next to the figure by the tree.

"Alastor," she whispers, her skirt and cloak still flowing from the sudden movement. "Are you a threat to us?" She studies his face, knowing not to trust so easily. "Are you against the Craft or for it?"

" Hello Alastor" damien said turning around and facing the man from behind the tree. seeing Acoura try to face this new problem Damien ordered her back "my child you do not have the strength to face this one yet" tuning to Alastor
"helllo my name is Damien V'dasj sone of Damos V'dasj. I have been charged with the protection of the realm of veilnor. what is your buisness here?"

"Yes Teacher," Acoura began to move back towards Damien, frustrated at her own weakness. When would she learn to be strong? All those years she'd endured her father's beatings, weak and afraid, all those years she'd been too weak to stand up for herself.

She would show them all. She would learn the Craft and be what she loved so dearly. She would be like her mother, she would be strong and help others... one day...

Artemis looks at Damien.
"Damien... did you forget that This is my forest and also my relam you are in right now? But if you want to face him be my guest..."

"I don't believe in the use of this so called "Magick".
*He pulls a sword out about the same size as him and throws it to the ground*
"I prefer this"

Artemis looks at the sword.
"A man that believes in weapons... why ever shall he comes into a Forest that is nothing but magic... sir?"
Artemis looks around slowly.

Acoura laughed softly. "A sword?" She used her magick to lift the sword from the ground, and it flew into her hand. "You wish to fight the Craft with a sword?" She shook her head bitterly.

Artemis turns and takes to sword from Acoura.
"Yes... Sword can be more powerful then the Craft. If the soul willing it can use the full power of their body."
She looks at the sword.
"Learn this... acoura... I been around for a long time... take every person you fight again in high praise... never matter if they have the craft or not."

"Yes," Acoura bows her head in submission. "Forgive me."

Artemis looks at Damien then to Acoura.
"Just learn it... don't say forgive me..."
Artemis looks at the stranger trying to get a better view of him.
"Sir... if you cast down your sword... is there any weapson you still have on you?"

"It was a mistake," Acoura bowed her head in submission. "I should never have underestimated a foe..."

Artemis looks at her.
"Well it will come with time you learn this..."

That is true artemis, Acoura you must learn the way before trying to fight, it will take a long time to learn, but when you do, you will be well respected. do not ask for fogiveness for you ignorance child, you will learn. Sir, with the sword, do you come here to start a fight?"

Acoura nods, and looks back at the man. "Please do not come here to fight, sir..."

Well i see that we aren't going to make much progress today, so im am just going to stop here for tonight. using his magic he starts a fire from a fireplace premade on the ground.

Artemis just stands there quite.

*Alastor clenches his fist and the sword start's flying in the air and lands back in his hand*
"Much better" he said swishing his sword..."

ooc-- haha way to help the plot Devils_angel... hahaha

Sits down and gets comfortable putting the toublemaker out of his mind.

ooc: I'm helping... just in a very small way... nobody will noticed... lol

ic: Artemis looks at the guy.
"If it's ok with Damien... would you like to use us?"

Damien looks up at artemis. "use us? what do you mean?"

Artemis repeats the sentence in her head.
"Opps... I mean what would you like us to do?"
Artemis thinks over it again.
"yeah... what would you like us to do?'

"Well i say that we just ignore him untill he has something worthwhile to listen to. untill then he is no threat to us. come sit artemis and be warm. where is case? do you know?"