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Dusk, of Twisted Desire~
- Joined
- Mar 24, 2025
- Location
- In Your Walls~
Alexandrus, 27 years old, and one of the most skilled swordsman in the entire Sucorian Empire. At the behest of the great King Xandor, had accomplished a truly unthinkable task. As the soldiers around him were slaughtered by the creatures and entities of Hell and the Wicked Lands, Alexandrus charged head first and alone straight into the eye of the storm... Marching into Hell on his own, a place no mortal had previously ventured before and returned home alive. The King, and pretty much everyone of the empire anticipated this to be a suicide mission by Alexandrus, and preparations were already pre-made for his funeral. However, after almost 19 days within Hell, a portal had opened up, and a tired, battle-scarred Alexandrus exited, his sword in one hand, and the severed heads of Abaddon and Aamon hanging in the other hand. Abaddon and Aamon were two of the most powerful and feared Knights of Hell's Kingdom, and for centuries it was presumed that these two were immortal beings who enjoyed toying with those who lived on the surface. It took a lot of planning, working, and slashing, but Alexandrus had finally slashed them down and claimed their cursed souls, sealing them within a talisman kept around his neck, and claiming their heads as trophies. Alexandrus returned to the King and offered him their heads, which somehow were not showing signs of decay despite death, and he figured they could be propped up as omens to ward off other demonic creatures and beings. It may not keep the heavy hitters away, but if it could even slow down the seemingly endless onslaught of monstrosities that crawled out of Hell, it would be most appreciated. The King was extremely thankful to Alexandrus and held a celebration for the swordsman's bravery and loyalty to the throne, showering him with gifts from around the kingdom and significant wealth. Alexandrus appreciated all of it of course, but he was most happy to be back with his wife, Rosena. Alexandrus had been with Rosena for 3 years now, and with his gifts he was finally able to have an ogre and mage iron out and forge a beautiful ring for her, using the ruby, her birthstone, as the centerpiece of it.
But alas, in the months that followed, unbeknownst to Alexandrus, something sinister had been brewing beneath the scenes. He thought something was off when months would go by where he would be unable to meet with the King, whose guards always explained it away as the king being ill or extremely busy in meetings. Alexandrus mostly brushed it off, but on one fateful day, his entire world came crashing down around him. Early in the morning, as he and Rosena were enjoying a breakfast of fresh fruit and homemade bread, their front door was blown down by imperial knights, and both he and Rosena suddenly found themselves bound by a binding spell cast by one of the imperial wizards. Moments later, the King and his son, Prince Solomon, marched in and had looks of great disgust across their faces as they looked down upon Alexandrus, who quite clearly had no clue what was going on. Then, a funny little man with a large scroll stepped forward and began to speak.
"Alexandrus, the Elemental Swordsman with mastery of Fire, Wind, Earth, Metal, and Electricity, has been deemed to be a traitor to the great people within the Socurian Empire, and as such you are to be punished to the fullest extent of the law. The King has requested your life be spared, but instead your Elemental Masteries will be severed from you permanently, and you are to be banished to the Wicked Lands outside of the Sucorian Empire for until it is that you take your final breath. Rosena, for whom is deemed guilty by association, will have her life spared, but she will not be banished to the Wicked Lands alongside Alexandrus. Instead, your marriage to Alexandrus is deemed to be void, and you are now betrothed to the Kings' eldest son Prince Solomon, who has agreed to take you in and assist you in your training and re-education."
The light had truly died in Alexandrus's eyes in those moments, as he processed the words spoken to him. He made every effort to thrash free of the binding spell, even if only to free Rosena, but the spell was powerful and cast by half a dozen wizards outside, and on top of that five Imperial Knights proceeded to beat Alexandrus down with thick stone clubs, nearly caving his head in and swinging until the clubs themselves broke off of his body. Alexandrus was defenseless, and quickly losing consciousness, and could only watch as the ring he had made for Rosena was ripped off of her hand and thrown in his direction, before two Imperial Knights dragged her away and followed Prince Solomon into a carriage, soon whisked away. With one final stomp on the head by the King, Alexandrus was knocked unconscious but alive, and was taken back to the Palace for his Elemental Powers to be removed. One by one, as he was later chained to the floor in the middle of an enormous pentagram, wizards used ancient, hellacious spells to slowly and painfully strip the Elemental prowess from Alexandrus. Fire... Wind... Earth... Metal... and finally Electricity, one by one they were scraped from his body, leaving him a husk of his former self, bleeding all over his body, feeling like the skin had been peeled off across his entire self. After being knocked unconscious again, Alexandrus was carted off to the very, very far away edge of the Empire. His body was discarded just outside of the Empire's wall and magical barrier, and he was left only with his clothes and a dulled Greatsword. The King thought it would be amusing to have Alexandrus be armed, but with perhaps the worst weapon he could imagine. Alexandrus would awaken quite weak, and wielding a greatsword in his state would be near impossible, so the King hoped.
When Alexandrus had finally woken up, rage immediately filled his body as the knowledge of all that had happened rushed back into his mind. Running on pure adrenaline alone, Alexandrus took the sword and began to swing wildly at the magical barrier, even though with every swing the barrier hit him with a pulse of equal strength and intensity, sending Alexandrus flying into nearby trees and rocks. Eventually, the beating that was mostly self-inflicted had worn Alexandrus down, and he collapsed to the ground, unconscious once more. Hours later when he had woken up again, despite his sore body, it was almost night time and Alexandrus knew that he had to find shelter. And so, hanging the sword over his shoulder, Alexandrus slowly marched into the unknown world of the Wicked Lands...
One detail about the "Wicked Lands" is that it's not just some abandoned hellscape devoid of life or even other communities, it's just that most of those towns and villages were usually hostile, at the very least not friendly. Many of the beings that lived out there were grotesque or too sinister to be allowed into the Empire, or at worst were Wizards, Mages, and other Swordsmen/women like Alexandrus who were cast out. As fate would have it, and by "fate" this likely means coordinated by the King, Alexandrus found himself marching through a seemingly endless valley with no food or water in sight. The only thing Alexandrus could do was occasionally stop when he found a large & jagged rock, trying anything to file down the sword to make it at least passable as a weapon. And of course, he was ambushed twice by small gangs of Goblins, who he promptly bludgeoned down with the mostly dull sword, but he did manage to drive the tip through a few of them. Due to how weak he was, in a rare change the Goblins did manage to land a few blows on his body as well. Alexandrus has slices in his flesh on his calves and around his stomach, but nothing too deep or that would cause his organs and intestines to spill out onto the ground. And as the night came, unable to rest anywhere, Alexandrus eventually found a thick forest that he had to hack his way through, both vegetation and various encounters with things that wished to kill him and consume his organs. Alexandrus got no break, it was seemingly an endless onslaught of different creatures and beings, multiple groups of tall, muscular Orcs, large serpents, large spiders, demons even, and more.
Alexandrus had finally made it through the forest just before the sun had risen, but once again he found himself exhausted. His body was sore and bleeding all over, and he felt multiple broken bones already. He felt death lingering nearby, waiting to collect his soul and for the King back home to relish in his defeat. But no, Alexandrus could not yet die. He needed to regain strength... To acquire new powers and find a way back into the Empire... To slaughter the king and free Rosena from whatever twisted life she was now a part of. Suddenly, over a hill Alexandrus saw a small cottage that sat next to a pond of very clear water. The cottage was of course noteworthy, but Alexandrus ignored it and went straight to the water, collapsing to his knees and gulping as much of it as he could. After drinking his fill, he threw his head back in relief, his snow white hair flailing about before draping back down as his breathing was heavy. He was relieved, but only moments later did the exhaustion finally hit him, alongside the pain from his wounds, and he collapsed in a heap next to the pond, unconscious once again...
And soon thereafter, the resident of the cottage returned home after a long, tiring night of "work" off in a small nearby town. She was herself a Dark Mage, who is typically seen as a twisted and corrupt being, thus why they are not living within the Sucorian Empire now. She had astonishing beauty, despite any of her wicked ways, and the discovery of this body so close to her cottage was a surprising one. She poked his chest to check for life, and was shocked to find it. Normally she would just leave the body to be, for some beast to claim it as it's breakfast, but something within this Dark Mage was telling her to help, and despite her hesitations, she soon used a simple spell to levitate his body into her home... Setting him down in a small bed of a guest room, then using a spell to slowly heal the severely injured body. Truthfully she was surprised to see that he was alive, as not many would make it through the valleys and the heavy forest with their bodies intact. Most would be losing a limb, or worse, on the brink of death. Pitying the man, she left him to rest as she exited the guest room and went to her own to sleep away the night she herself had...
So, for this plot, I am looking to explore a scenario where an unlikely alliance forms between a weakened Swordsman and a Dark Mage. Neither one completely trusting the other, but slowly finding ways to both survive and even help the Swordsman acquire new power so that he can eventually return to the Empire and exact his well deserved revenge. Is there romance? Absolutely if you wish for it! However, if you wish for it to be more platonic, I am completely fine with that as well. I am also etremely open to making some changes/additions to the plot as well, feel free to throw ideas and different ideas at me if this plot piques your interest enough to PM me. I can usually reply to a plot once per day, and am usually active to chat OOC more often throughout a given day as well, if you so wish to do so to discuss the state of our scene & how we're feeling about it. Below you will also find a few examples for the Dark Mage, you can pick any of them as a Face Claim, or you can find & present your own
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