... and please don't mind the broken BB coding in the first post. :[munchachaMarch 9 2009, 00:02:21 UTC
Iseul sat in the king’s chair.
That was all it took. Ha-Neul snapped completely and in cold blood slaughtered her sister, her fickle advisors, the guards who rushed in at the noise and growing fire, stormed outside and systematically murdered anyone else who dared to so much as look. The killing continued for almost two days before neighboring wizards became aware of what was taking place, arrived-and pushed the grieving demon into Payon’s caves. But that wouldn’t do, not permanently, since citizens needed to venture into that place for supplies. Eventually Moon Ha-Neul was sealed into the very last level in the caves, effectively locked tight into a beast’s cage.
She raged. Oh, she raged, for centuries at a time, never stopping to clear her mind or dwell on the atrocities both she and her brethren committed, nor to think about her regrets and torment over having killed her flesh and blood. Sometimes in lucid moments she would realize the filth that coated her body, and Ha-Neul would bathe; sometimes she wept, but that stopped quickly after enough time on her own. Her mind was already warped beyond repair, and Ha-Neul was not willing to think about redemption just yet.
Maybe she would have calmed, had not wave after wave of humans streamed to her caves. Sometimes they met her on accident, but for the most part they hunted her for the sake of eliminating a scourge and heroics. Either way they perished and only ever escaped if they managed to flee beyond her seal boundaries. With only her summons and Payon’s monsters for company, these humans became her scapegoats. For many hundreds upon hundreds of years, until Ha-Neul reached just beyond two thousand, the never-ending butchery at least gave her more experience in combat than most could ever hope to achieve.
Because the humans never stopped coming, it was inevitable that one of them would commit a drastic error. Or two, rather; twin Soul Linker brothers, Inwe and Ewin Jeong, arrived at her caves in a dangerous attempt to reinforce Ha-Neul’s weakening seal. Instead of strengthening they got the whole damned thing to snap. Both of them expected to die on the spot, not knowing any better.
To be honest, the she-demon almost did skin and roast them alive to feed to her vulpine familiars. Her vindictive instincts clamored for such, but she knew, she knew that to kill the twins and escape on her own without any awareness of the modern world would be suicide. For the first time in her life, Ha-Neul swallowed her pride and demanded that they suffer her presence.
It didn’t start out so well. She was overwhelmingly bitter about the state of modern Payon and the lies in its written history, sparked when nervous, was belligerent about obeying stupid human customs (like wearing real clothes. They never got her to do that.) and didn’t want to sit still. Thankfully after the first few months she calmed down enough to really listen to the brothers and what they had to offer to someone recovering from caged-animal syndrome. After she started to listen, Ha-Neul couldn’t avoid appreciating Inwe’s gentle well-meaning nature, or his brother’s giddy vitality that reminded her of her days as nomad and then king. Against her better judgment she grew irreversibly attached to the two humans. Rumors flew, but they were like sons.
So imagine her fury and returning despair after five years in the Jeong twins’ company when Inwe was killed in a failed trek to Thanatos Tower, while he, his brother, a party of adventurers, and Ha-Neul tried to explore the upper levels. Her motivations were mainly to protect Inwe- when she couldn’t, things went to hell. She killed Thanatos Maero, the creature responsible for murdering her surrogate child, and very nearly moved on to obliterate everyone in the Tower, but at the last second threw herself out of the rage and through the twelfth story window.
(A note: Thanatos Tower was responsible for draining the magic from the entire continent. People couldn’t perform as well, and many parties came to the Tower either for the gold involved or to try and figure out how to stop it.)
As a demon, she lived, but as someone who’d been living with the twins for several years, a part of her shriveled up screaming. Unable to even look Ewin in the face, for the longest time Ha-Neul just… wandered. She might have eventually faded away if not for discovering who, exactly, was responsible for uprooting the Tower in the first place-setting off a chain of events that would lead to her spearheading Ragnarok centuries earlier than it was supposed to happen.
Third-person RP sample: This was not Payon forest, this was not a green mountain range she could lose herself in, this was not anywhere near what Ha-Neul wanted out of a quiet, secluded environment. Everything stank (a lie, but if she told herself that it made the staying away easier), and with so many humans in an enclosed space, just....
She couldn't expect too much out of her vulpine summons. Not all of them knew better than to chase Lunatics into a leftover warp, and damn her right back to Hel if Ha-Neul would leave one of her familiars behind. She'd grudgingly followed the beast and ended up Odin KNEW where, in the middle of a crowd. All this happiness and laughter nauseated the demon.
Hissing, resisting the impulse to burn everything to the ground, Ha-Neul turned with her head held high and marched off.
That was all it took. Ha-Neul snapped completely and in cold blood slaughtered her sister, her fickle advisors, the guards who rushed in at the noise and growing fire, stormed outside and systematically murdered anyone else who dared to so much as look. The killing continued for almost two days before neighboring wizards became aware of what was taking place, arrived-and pushed the grieving demon into Payon’s caves. But that wouldn’t do, not permanently, since citizens needed to venture into that place for supplies. Eventually Moon Ha-Neul was sealed into the very last level in the caves, effectively locked tight into a beast’s cage.
She raged. Oh, she raged, for centuries at a time, never stopping to clear her mind or dwell on the atrocities both she and her brethren committed, nor to think about her regrets and torment over having killed her flesh and blood. Sometimes in lucid moments she would realize the filth that coated her body, and Ha-Neul would bathe; sometimes she wept, but that stopped quickly after enough time on her own. Her mind was already warped beyond repair, and Ha-Neul was not willing to think about redemption just yet.
Maybe she would have calmed, had not wave after wave of humans streamed to her caves. Sometimes they met her on accident, but for the most part they hunted her for the sake of eliminating a scourge and heroics. Either way they perished and only ever escaped if they managed to flee beyond her seal boundaries. With only her summons and Payon’s monsters for company, these humans became her scapegoats. For many hundreds upon hundreds of years, until Ha-Neul reached just beyond two thousand, the never-ending butchery at least gave her more experience in combat than most could ever hope to achieve.
Because the humans never stopped coming, it was inevitable that one of them would commit a drastic error. Or two, rather; twin Soul Linker brothers, Inwe and Ewin Jeong, arrived at her caves in a dangerous attempt to reinforce Ha-Neul’s weakening seal. Instead of strengthening they got the whole damned thing to snap. Both of them expected to die on the spot, not knowing any better.
To be honest, the she-demon almost did skin and roast them alive to feed to her vulpine familiars. Her vindictive instincts clamored for such, but she knew, she knew that to kill the twins and escape on her own without any awareness of the modern world would be suicide. For the first time in her life, Ha-Neul swallowed her pride and demanded that they suffer her presence.
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So imagine her fury and returning despair after five years in the Jeong twins’ company when Inwe was killed in a failed trek to Thanatos Tower, while he, his brother, a party of adventurers, and Ha-Neul tried to explore the upper levels. Her motivations were mainly to protect Inwe- when she couldn’t, things went to hell. She killed Thanatos Maero, the creature responsible for murdering her surrogate child, and very nearly moved on to obliterate everyone in the Tower, but at the last second threw herself out of the rage and through the twelfth story window.
(A note: Thanatos Tower was responsible for draining the magic from the entire continent. People couldn’t perform as well, and many parties came to the Tower either for the gold involved or to try and figure out how to stop it.)
As a demon, she lived, but as someone who’d been living with the twins for several years, a part of her shriveled up screaming. Unable to even look Ewin in the face, for the longest time Ha-Neul just… wandered. She might have eventually faded away if not for discovering who, exactly, was responsible for uprooting the Tower in the first place-setting off a chain of events that would lead to her spearheading Ragnarok centuries earlier than it was supposed to happen.
Third-person RP sample:
This was not Payon forest, this was not a green mountain range she could lose herself in, this was not anywhere near what Ha-Neul wanted out of a quiet, secluded environment. Everything stank (a lie, but if she told herself that it made the staying away easier), and with so many humans in an enclosed space, just....
She couldn't expect too much out of her vulpine summons. Not all of them knew better than to chase Lunatics into a leftover warp, and damn her right back to Hel if Ha-Neul would leave one of her familiars behind. She'd grudgingly followed the beast and ended up Odin KNEW where, in the middle of a crowd. All this happiness and laughter nauseated the demon.
Hissing, resisting the impulse to burn everything to the ground, Ha-Neul turned with her head held high and marched off.
Anything else? GLAD TO BE BACK, YO
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