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Darkest Eternity

Darkest Eternity

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After centuries of searching for the only woman who could bring back his power, what will happen when Vampire Prince Nathaniel finds her, only to realize she's the only woman in the world who can resist his charm? [ 1 x 1 ]

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Desire99600 & WittyWriter88

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Desire99600 & WittyWriter88

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All from the brains of Witty and I, we did equal planning in it, so the plot is pretty even between our creative minds.(;
Though, as for the pictures, except for the header, they are all covers off of a book series: Wicked Lovely by Melissa Marr. I thought the covers were stunning, so, with a tiny bit of editing, they're now pictures for my RP (:


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Before you get too much farther in your reading, and get all excited about this, I would like to point out that this is a 1 x 1 with WitttyWriter88 and I so you cannot join, though you are free to browse. Also, if you like what you see, Witty and I are always up for a good private RP, or even a 3-player, if you'd like to ask both of us. Don't be afraid to shoot us a PM(:





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The evening was a frigid one in the year 1201 as Edelia sprinted nimbly through the night. Shadows danced around her, and the wind was fragrant with the woodsy smells of autumn, though the atmosphere held the beginnings of winter. The crispness of the night would have made anyone else run for a cloak, but Edelia was no normal person. She was a witch, and as such, the cool autumn air was like heaven on her skin, caressing her in a cool, velvety way every time she moved. Between shadows, she dashed under the light of the stars and moon, and their glow on her snowy smooth white skin was even more heavenly than the crisp promises of winter. The light of the stars held music for a witch. Music sensed, not through the ears, but through the body. It was a luxury that almost made up for having to hide herself from humans constantly.

Without a sound, Edelia ducked into the shadows of an alley as a drunken man passed. Paranoia caused her to pull the hood of her velvet maroon cloak tighter around her face, hiding her witch beauty from the man. As he stumbled into the ally, she whispered silently, a spell under her breath, and the man turned, his drunk mind confused as he stared right at her, but only saw the wall. She knew he could not see her, but nonetheless, she held her breath until he left.

Once it was safe again, Edelia began moving once more, picking her way carefully among the shadows as she headed towards the looming castle.

At the gate, the night guard greeted her, and nodded. They had an agreement, the two of them. For his silence, she would heal his dying child with her magic. So, undetected by all but the night guard, Edelia began tracing the familiar path to the Prince's quarters, one hand trailing delicate fingers along the brick wall as she walked, head down, cloak hiding her features. Outside the large, ornately carved, wooden door, Edelia paused before wrapping a hand around the gold handle and turning, ducking quickly in the room.

On the other side of the door, the room flickered with candelight, and Edelia smiled at the familiar surroundings, slipping her cloak off and letting it fall to the floor, releasing the soft scent of roses that mingled with the rusty smell of blood in the air. Now that her cloak was at her feet, her beauty was evident. She was stunning, as all witches were, with long, hip length locks of the blackest hair, pale, icy skin, and captivating ocean-colored eyes. "My Vampire Prince." She grinned at the man who'd just entered the room from the bath chamber.

His hair was still damp, and he smelled sweetly of soap and blood. He stepped forward and caught her in his arms, gathering her to him, causing her to release a satisfied sigh. "Why must we keep our love a secret dear?" She whispered, her voice musical and sweet, as she burrowed herself in his arms.

"You're the most well-known, powerful witch on the entire continent darling." He said, lifting her dainty chin with a finger to look into her icy blue eyes. "Should the world know their prince is in love with a witch, all would be chaos."

Something was wrong about his gaze, but Edelia ignored it, growing slightly injured as she always did when he said such things. "If they knew their prince was a vampire, it would be worse." She argued, pulling him closer.

He grinned in that wickedly charming way she loved, but still, she couldn't help but feel that there was something... Sad in his eyes. "What a pair of rebels we are. Now come. I must... Show you something."

So Edelia let him sweep her away, as she always had, into his bathchamber. "Why are we-" But she stopped dead in her tracks. Before her, the tub had been shoved to the wall, and, etched into the stone floor, was a large five pointed star. Each point had a candle and a symbol in it, and together, the symbols laid a base for the spell he was wishing to cast. Edelia stood, horrified as he closed and locked the door behind her. "Nathaniel. Please tell me this isn't..." She shook her head. "No.." Her voice had become a hoarse whisper, and, even though she didn't want to, she knew what she had to do.

So she pulled out a knife and whirled on her one true love. "You are planning to drain me of power! To claim it for yourself!" She was practically hysterical, tears rolling down her cheeks to shatter on the horrible star at her feet. In the corner of the room, she caught a glimpse of the Prince's closest friend. Also a vampire. She turned pained eyes on the Prince. "Why?!" She shrieked as she conjured up all her power inside her. She had to kill him. He took a step, his eyes holding so much pain she had to look away. "Get back!" She hissed angrily, all the candles flickering out on her hiss, leaving them in utter darkness. Now was her time to strike. But she couldn't. She loved him too much. So she changed her mind.

"Clearly, Nathaniel, as much as I wish I was, I am not your true love, as you were willing to trade me for power." Her voice became low, and menecing as she rose her power to the suface of a a bubbling lake of emotion. She hissed like the whisper of wind screeching past an open window. A single candle at her feet flickered to life, casting eerie shadows on the wall, some of shapes that didn't belong in the room. "So, I hereby curse you for the rest of eternity."

A violet light began to glow in her hands as she spoke. "From this point on, Vampire Prince, I, Edelia Dawnstar, bind your power within you until you learn to love again. You will live forever, unable to reach the true depth of your power, only living off half your true potential. Until the day you find your blood bond. She will be a girl, young, pretty, and she will be able to resist you as others cannot. She'll reside in a land named after myself, but you may never find her, for she may not show for centuries to come." She gestured to his friend. "And you, will never feel true love, will never feel the depth of emotion again, forced to live stoically until the day you too, find a girl bonded to you by blood and love."

Suddenly the room was filled with a brilliant violet light, searing the eyes of it's inhabitants for several minutes. As it dimmed, glitter floated gently through the air like dust, and Edelia was gone, in her place sat a dark purple rose, with a vibrant yellow center, glittering in the softly glowing room. The hex star had been destroyed, and the Vampire Prince who'd betrayed his only love bent to lift the small flower, and, as he did so, Edelia's voice filled his mind one more time. I'm sorry Nathaniel, I truly loved you, but I know now that it was not returned. This rose will live as long as you do. A reminder of me. Hopefully one day, you'll find the girl you love and will no longer look upon this gift in anger, but in thankfulness. Grateful that I stopped you from making the same mistake again. With your true love. I'll be watching you. Don't look for me. You won't find me.

The Prince tucked the rose away in a lightless room, where it glowed softly, filling the place with a soft violet light. And as such, the legend of the great witch Edelia and a Vampire Prince Nathaniel went in the history books.


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Plot:
Not many hours after Edelia disappeared out into the chilly night did an uproar begin. An uproar against the prince himself. Chaos was not short of what it had become. His people rebelled against him, the wicked vampire prince, and everything began falling apart before his very eyes. Buildings burned, people moved, and some even tried murdering their so-called prince. His role as a fair yet firm ruler, a human one at that, slowly crumbled and blew away like the light ash of a burnt out fire. Somehow, Edelia had let it be known smoothly that their prince was actually a vampire, and they did not need the proof to believe her.

It took many years for the kingdom's people to calm down. Much sweet talking, vague, faulty promises and a lot of mind control(that weakly worked due to obvious, power-removed reasons). One moment in time the kings of the lands opposite of Nathaniel's threatened to take over his kingdom.Threatened to kill him and share the land as a neutral meeting place. However, due to their carefully hidden fear for the vampire prince, they agreed to let him keep his land. Under one condition: he kept good and away from their kingdoms and people, most importantly them. This he agreed to casually, because you see being a vampire dear Nathaniel does not abide by any ones rule. Not even his own. Not too long after the whole mess the vampire prince changed his kingdom's name to Delia, only to make his bond search easier, you see. But also to remind himself of the day he lost his power; call it inspiration if you will. As if the flower was not enough.

Years passed and Nathaniel had went back to running his kingdom like normal, like before he ever met that dreaded witch, Edelia; though rumor of him being a vampire followed him, haunted him. Even after the generation of his people that lived through the chaos died away, their children knew about it...And their children's children knew about it as well, and so on. It never died, to his dismay, a lot like himself. It seems as if every single person who was born, lives in, or who has moved into the kingdom of Delia know the legend of the vampire prince and the witch. Of course it is to be believed that Nathaniel is said vampire, but where was this mysterious witch, Edelia? Nathaniel himself sometimes wondered this himself.

Most importantly, Nathaniel often thought about finding his blood bond. About the power and absolute strength he'd have once he found the pitiful thing. A couple centuries ago the beloved vampire prince started a tradition. Each year on the night of the harvest moon he would throw masquerade and invite the whole kingdom; every year the entire kingdom shows. He has yet to find his blood bond, the girl who can resist his charm. It's impossible!
This year is the 400th "anniversary" of the masquerade, yet only he and his friend, or bodyguard as you will, know it. Four hundred frustrating years without success. It's taking a tole on his nerves, to say the least.

How will the centuries old vampire take it when a beautiful, young woman waltzes her way into the masquerade? Unknown to him, yet he knows all his people. And her blood. Oh, the sweet smell of that velvety rich liquid that he desperately wants, and it surprises him; he hasn't had a blood lust so strong since he was a mere fledgling. What will he do when he finds that she is the only one who can resists his chiseled features, and smooth-talking ways?

The only thing he can think of...

Nathaniel orders his friend to steal her away. Doing this he plans on keeping her locked up in a room, having said friend watch over her. But he forgets one little, important detail: Family. When the beautiful woman's younger sister comes looking for her, he does the only "rational" thing he can think of. He takes the sister, too. Having no use of her, however, he tosses the sister aside to his dear friend as a gift, a "present" so to speak even though that leaves him with a rather large problem. Now he must watch his blood bond, keep her on a "leash," with him every moment of the day. He takes on this task nonchalantly, his only goal being to ease his way into the girl's heart just as he did to the dear witch, Edelia years and years ago. Naturally, it is not that simple. You see, Edelia herself is still lurking around planning on making Nathaniel's immortal life a living Hell by keeping him from his said goal.

And what will the poor vampire king do when those little things he long forgot about called emotions come into play?


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Vampire Prince Nathaniel
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Artrix Snow looked herself over in the mirror from head to toe. This was the night she'd been waiting for, for months. She'd saved all her money, and scraped together every last bit she could to afford this outfit. So she could go to Prince Nathaniel's masked ball. She'd been living in his lands for three years, and had watched, every year, from her balcony, as the castle light up beautifully for his ball. She'd dreamed of going, and everyone, including commoners like herself were invited, but she'd never had the money.

This year was different. Her little sister, realizing how horribly Willa's heart ached every year when she saw the streets filled with masked beauties, headed for that fantasic night, had saved up small stashes of money. Three months ago, she'd given it to her, and Artrix had nearly cried on the spot. She didn't want to take her sisters hard-saved money, and told her that she could go instead, but she'd insisted, so she agreed, and helped save for the last three months.

Now she stood, on the night of the mask, a commoner, dressed as a queen. Her gown was white, and made her feel like royalty when she spun, layers floating out around her like a white, lace cloud. Her long hair hung in glossy blond ringlets down to the small of her back, the top half of it was pulled back loosely, and two little spirals hung from her temples, gently grazing her neck. Throughout her hair, her sister had studiously worked to pin lavender orchids frosted with glitter in seemingly random places, all the way down to the very end. They gave off a sweet scent as she moved about.

Willa had a knack for the unusual, and unique and, as such, her mask was not the typical masquerade mask. Often, a mask was fashioned after a certain animal, and your dress and various props matched. Her sister had told her she should go as a butterfly, so, instead of a true mask, she'd painted frosty white glitter around her eyes, along her cheekbones, and up onto her forehead in the curling arcs of a butterfly's wings. Small imitation diamonds, that glittered like the real thing, were glued to her skin, following the arches of her browbones, just under her eyebrows. The mask was truly a work of art, looking like frosty ice, glittering in the light every time she moved her head or smiled.

"I'm ready." She whispered to her sister. "Lock the door." Winni kissed the girl she'd all but raised herself on the forehead and left the house, climbing into the carriage that would take her to the mask.

She glanced at the large, ornate clock on the castle wall as she stepped out of the carriage. She was more than an hour late, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was that she was here. Finally at the ball. As she entered the castle and made her way down the hall, she could not help but feel intimidated by the huge ceilings and maze of corridors, making her feel very small, like a mouse distracted by a piece of cheese while, meanwhile, the trap waits to spring.

But that feeling was erased as soon as she reached the ballroom. Around her, a world of fantasy exploded, and she made her way slowly towards the dancefloor, taking in all the fantastic sights, sounds, and smells surrounding her. At the edge of the floor, she was whisked, without even realizing it, into a dace, twirling and spinning in the arms of a man she didn't know. "I come to the Prince's mask's every year." The man said, trying to make conversation as he spun her. "Though I don't think you have even once. Surely I would have noticed such a ravishing creature."

She simply looked at him, taking in his small gold mask, only covering one of his brown eyes. "No." She said simply, spinning again. "I haven't come, this is my first year."

"Well," he said, eyes daring as he pulled her closer. "Let's make it a good one."

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Standing in the far corner of the ballroom, wearing a midnight black, nicely tailored suit was Prince Nathaniel himself. He stood with his shoulders back and his head held high, liquid silver gaze intent on the dance floor before him. Lazily in his right hand, between his index and middle finger, rested a wine glass. Within said glass was red wine cleverly laced with blood, AB positive, naturally. He lifted the glass to full lips, the left side of his mouth curving into a lions grin as liquid, slightly tainted with an irony taste, met his tongue.

Four hundred years. Four hundred years of the same exact thing; a masked ball. The people of his kingdom came, though he enjoyed their praise, they danced, ate, laughed, and then went home. It never failed that Nathaniel came up empty-handed with no blood bond in tow. Instead, he spent a tedious, boring night with a woman he hurried from his bed chambers the very next morning quickly. They all seemed too easy, speaking of the same thing. Love, marriage, a future together. Disgusting. This year was no different. He could hear and distinctively pick out every conversation in that very room, even outside his castle. The rumors were still going around, swirling around the ballroom along with the dancers.

"Prince Nathaniel is actually a vampire. He is the prince the legend speaks of. The prince and that witch!"

Witch. The Prince had to keep himself from snickering aloud. Edelia rarely crossed his mind nowadays, but when she did the thoughts were not necessarily pleasant. He resented her with every single fiber of his vampiric being. He was almost drug back into his past. Almost.
A dainty, pale hand that teasingly fell on his left arm, tugging at his jacket sleeve, broke him from his trance. Nathaniel's gaze fell and met the wide, green eyes of a frizzy-haired red head. Most likely she was admiring his crimson red mask that only covered his eyes and the bridge of his nose. It was a simple piece this year, but the material it was made of screamed pure wealth. However, it did not take her long to return to staring at his eyes. His seemingly deep, liquid silver eyes that people claimed drew you in helplessly. He waited for the woman to speak, introduce herself though he already knew her name, knew who she was, even her history.

"Prince Nathaniel," she breathed airily, eyelids fluttering gently in exaggerated blinks. A grin crossed Nathaniel's lips, his signature grin, both wicked and charming at the same time. She went on. "My name is Gloria. I moved here a few months ago, and haven't got to formally introduce myself, I. . ."

The Prince stopped listening after that, something suddenly catching his interest. Outside the ballroom and down the hall the castle's heavy, oaken doors opened and with it a gentle breeze. That breeze swiftly moved throughout the castle, and with it it brought a scent. A sickly sweet scent that stirred something inside of Nathaniel. His silver gaze snapped to the entrance of the ballroom. Slow seconds ticked by. The maiden, Gloria, kept talking about how she moved from the neighboring kingdom to the west of Delia. She was now fidgeting and looking in different directions, not noticing the prince was not paying the slightest attention to her.

Nathaniel quirked a single brow when a beautiful woman, for a mortal, strolled into the ballroom. She looked just barely unsure of herself, but her eyes widened as she took in sight of the room. She'd never came before, he decided, dumbfounded; he had no idea who this girl was. Yet, didn't he know everyone who lived within the boundaries of his kingdom?
He looked back down at Gloria, a smirking dancing along his lips. He did not hear much of what she had said, but now held her gaze once more. She did not looked away, though she was visibly trembling as the prince reached forward, and grasped her left, gloved hand. "Gloria," he murmured, bringing her hand up and kissing it softly, letting his lips linger, all the while eyes never leaving hers. Her breath had quickened and so had her heartbeat. "It is a pleasure having you here tonight. Please, enjoy yourself, love." And with that he turned, placed his wine glass on the table behind himself, and was gone, having vanished between dancing, twirling bodies, leaving the young, red haired maiden in awe, staring after him with longing.

Now he was aware of it. Moving closer to the mysterious, golden haired woman, he was aware of the smell- her blood. It smelt sweet and was strong, rattling something inside of Nathaniel, a longing of his own. Women stared as he slid past them gracefully, eyes combing the crowd, searching for the girl.
The found her being whisked along the floor by a tall man he recognized, seeing him at the ball every year for the past five. The man was a blacksmith but nothing grand. The prince portrayed no emotion, moving closer as the music playing slowly came to an end. That's when Nathaniel moved in.

In a swift movement he grabbed the woman's hand from the man's side smoothly, spinning her into his arms in a gentle motion. Another band of music began to play, elegant and low. The blacksmith simply stood there with empty arms, baffled as he stared after Nathaniel and the beautiful maiden. Gazing into her eyes, Nathaniel was struck; this had to be her, his bond. He spun her across the floor, twirling her out before bringing her back, close against him. "Forgive me for how rude I was back there, stealing you away from the man who is courting you." He knew she came alone, already starting to prodded. He kept his gaze intently on her icy eyes with his silver ones.

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The song was winding down to an end, and Artrix was eager to get away from the man holding her, hovering uncomfortably close, hand resting a little to low to be merely friendly. She was almost excited to get off the dacefloor, and maybe send the man for some wine before strolling off on her own through the gardens.

But that's not exactly what happened. As the song ended, she felt a hand wrap around her fingers firmly, but gently and suddenly, she twirled softly into someone else's arms. The man looked upset, and Willa gave him a small wave goodbye, grateful to be rid of him. The music started again, this time lower and smoother, and she looked up at her savior. When she saw him, she couldn't help gasp lightly under her breath. It was the prince himself. Dancing with her, of all people. However, unlike most women, she wasn't overjoyed, and falling all over herself for his attention. In fact, she felt a little frightened, even though on the outside, she was cool and calm. She knew his reputation with women, and she had heard the stories about him.

He looked down into her eyes with his own, silver and swirling, a devilish grin on his lips. Something about his beautiful eyes made her uncomfortable. The way they were focused on her, with such intensity, she felt exposed and vunerable. She glanced at the women around her, staring at her with envy in their eyes.

Did other women like this feeling? She looked back into his eyes and felt it again. That feeling, like she might as well be standing before him naked with a book of her past and darkest secrets lying open for him to read. It was frustrating and mesmorizing at the same time. They spun across the floor, not speaking until he pulled her close.

"Forgive me for how rude I was back there, stealing you away from the man who is courting you." Just the sound of his voice triggered alarms in her mind, because even it was beautiful and perfect. This is a man I need to be careful with. She thought to herself, mentally deciding she would refuse him in any way possible. The powerful, arrogant, good-looking men always caused the most trouble. She allowed herself to flirt and laugh with the lesser-types, but men like the Prince were not to be toyed with. She'd made the mistake of falling for someone like him once, and was never going back.

All these thoughts coursed through her at once, while, on the outside, she merely smiled her prettiest smile up at the Prince and shook her head gently. "I don't even know his name. I came alone." She answered, working her hardest not to stutter under the intensity of his eyes. Why did women like this? The feeling she'd had when she'd first been walking through the castle was back. There was something glorious about the moment, making her want to grasp it hard and never let go, but there was also something unsettling, like she'd just walked into something she had no control of.

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Though Nathaniel had prepared himself for this moment years ago, he wasn't exactly sure what he would be dealt with. Instead of starting to immediately swoon, this dazzling woman before him stayed calm and collected; besides the gentle gasp she gave beneath her breath that the mere mortal was not suppose to hear. Nonetheless it caused his grin to become more pronounced, exposing dimples that left his masculine face looking rather boyish. He took a deep, unneeded breath, taking in her scent that caused a light burning sensation to tingle down his throat; he hadn't felt the sting of blood lust in ages. It startled him but he did not portray such a thing on his face, remaining stoic once his grin slowly faded.

He spun the young woman once more before bringing her back in. This was his blood bond most definitely. Time to be a good boy. he thought sarcastically, keeping his hands at a respectable level; his left hand lightly at her waist, his right hand gently grasping her left as they moved across the ballroom floor as if they were floating. The Prince wondered if his gaze was starting to get to her yet. He finally broke eye contact just briefly to admire her mask, if that is what you would call it. It was a work of art, and Nathaniel decided it had to have been done by an expert hand. It looked as if frosty ice had settled upon her delicate face, and the diamonds, though clearly the prince could tell they were imitation, pulled everything together nicely.
He met her gaze once more, and when she smiled he simply raised both his eyebrows. Her actions were so nonchalant, easy, it was truly surprising, and that smile of hers was lovely, though he would not admit it to himself.

"I don't even know his name. I came alone." Nathaniel let an expression cross his features to portray the false emotion of "shock."

"Really?" he asked curiously, gazing round the ballroom for only a split moment. "Mmm. . .I'm sure any guy in here would love you have you on his arm." Prince Nathaniel commented, exposing straight white teeth in a dazzling smile. "If you don't mind me asking," he went on, twirling her out once more elegantly, then bringing her back in, grinning wickedly as the movement fanned the sweet scent of her blood. "What is your name? I don't remember ever seeing you out, and being the prince, I should know such things." he teased softly, gaze falling intently on her icy, blue eyes once again.

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Willa watched his eyebrows raise and resisted the urge to raise on of her own. Clearly he wasn't used to women acting calm around him. And here she had been, praying that he couldn't hear the furious pounding of her heart against her ribs everytime his eyes met hers. Despite his reputation, the Prince was charming, spinning her gently, keeping his hands in the right places, and smiling in a way that seemed both inviting and wicked at the same time.

"Really?" He said, breaking eye-contact to glance around. "Mmm... I'm sure any guy in here would love you have you on his arm." She smiled lightly. She was used to being called beautiful, and usually hated it, however, it was not every night a prince said it.

"Oh I doubt that." She said rather bluntly. "Men don't usually like a woman who speaks her mind." Her eyes met his, figuring that he was the type of man who didn't care what type of woman she was, so long as she was a woman. At least for one night, before he threw her away. It was how his kind worked. She was all too familiar with it.

"If you don't mind me asking," he went on smoothly, twirling her again gently, and using that mixed-signals grin again. She was having a hard time reading him and it both frustrated and excited her. "What is your name? I don't remember ever seeing you out, and being the prince, I should know such things."

At this she smiled with a gentle nod, thinking silently what name she should give him. What if he liked her too much, or wanted her for later and decided to call on her? Should she give him her real name, or one of her nicknames? Was he to be trusted? "No, you wouldn't have, Prince." She said with a slight shrug. "My sister and I just moved here a few years ago and I don't get much time out. I'm usually giving painting lessons or selling my flowers, while she's the one who runs most of the errands around town." He might as well know she was a commoner. She didn't see any point in hiding it, and maybe it would keep him from trying to chase her for however short a time he was interested. Seeing as he now knew that, she figured there wasn't much harm in giving her real name.

"My name is Artrix Snow." She said, doing her best to gaze as intently into his eyes as he was into hers, showing him she wasn't intimidated. "I go by my the first of my two middle names most often though. Willow, or Willa for short." She smiled as the music wound down and the song stopped and yet, they still stood there in the dancefloor.

She glanced around her, wondering if she should do as she was going to with the other man, send him for wine, and slip off on her own. However, he was a Prince, and she had a feeling he would find her regardless. Around them, people were gaily drinking and laughing, the clock struck midnight, and she sighed, almost sad that the event would end in a few short hours.

The musicians were getting set up for another song, and she glanced at the Prince. "Another song or no?" She asked, wondering if he'd rather walk in the gardens, or even just leave her, put off by her refusal to swoon as he was so used to.

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Game Master Controls

Welcome home, Promethean. Here, you can manage your universe.

Arcs

Arcs are bundles of posts from any location, allowing you to easily capture sub-plots which might be spread out across multiple locations.

Add Quest » Quests

You can create Quests with various rewards, encouraging your players to engage with specific plot lines.

Add Setting » 1 Settings for your players to play in

Settings are the backdrop for the characters in your universe, giving meaning and context to their existence. By creating a number of well-written locations, you can organize your universe into areas and regions.

Navigation

While not required, locations can be organized onto a map. More information soon!

Delia

Delia by desire99600

The land owned by Prince Nathaniel, named after Edelia herself

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Collectibles

By creating Collectibles, you can reward your players with unique items that accentuate their character sheets.


Once an Item has been created, it can be spawned in the IC using /spawn Item Name (case-sensitive, as usual) — this can be followed with /take Item Name to retrieve the item into the current character's inventory.

Mobs

Give your Universe life by adding a Mob, which are auto-replenishing NPCs your players can interact with. Useful for some quick hack-and-slash fun!

Mobs can be automated spawns, like rats and bats, or full-on NPCs complete with conversation menus. Use them to enhance your player experience!

Current Mobs

No mobs have been created yet.

Spawns

Locations where Mobs and Items might appear.

Events

You can schedule events for your players to create notifications and schedule times for everyone to plan around.

Permissions

Add and remove other people from your Universe.

The Forge

Use your INK to craft new artifacts in Darkest Eternity. Once created, Items cannot be changed, but they can be bought and sold in the marketplace.

Notable Items

No items have been created yet!

The Market

Buy, sell, and even craft your own items in this universe.

Market Data

Market conditions are unknown. Use caution when trading.

Quick Buy (Items Most Recently Listed for Sale)

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Character Portrait: Artrix Snow
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Character Portrait: Nathaniel Griffiths
Nathaniel Griffiths

"You are-. . .You are nothing! Nothing but a weak, insignificant human!"

Character Portrait: Artrix Snow
Artrix Snow

"Women are supposed to be nothing more than pretty little dolls for their husbands to show off. I guess that's why I don't have many friends."

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Character Portrait: Artrix Snow
Artrix Snow

"Women are supposed to be nothing more than pretty little dolls for their husbands to show off. I guess that's why I don't have many friends."

Character Portrait: Nathaniel Griffiths
Nathaniel Griffiths

"You are-. . .You are nothing! Nothing but a weak, insignificant human!"

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Character Portrait: Nathaniel Griffiths
Nathaniel Griffiths

"You are-. . .You are nothing! Nothing but a weak, insignificant human!"

Character Portrait: Artrix Snow
Artrix Snow

"Women are supposed to be nothing more than pretty little dolls for their husbands to show off. I guess that's why I don't have many friends."


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Delia

Delia by desire99600

The land owned by Prince Nathaniel, named after Edelia herself

Delia

The land owned by Prince Nathaniel, named after Edelia herself

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