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Somnolentus
Meteorite
- Joined
- May 8, 2025
Ruling over one of the most prosperous cities in the world was no easy task. Least of all when an ominous storm descended from the north to threaten its very existence. Before his passing my father had impressed upon me the importance of my ultimate duty; to ensure the safety of my people above all else. If that meant paying a tribute to larger kingdoms or barbarian tribes that’s what would be done. But no amount of diplomacy is ever a sure guarantee of safety, it would appear. Whispers have been trickling down the coast for months now about a powerful new warlord who’s rallied more than a dozen tribes and begun a seemingly unstoppable advance southward. Apparently he was styling himself as ‘King of Almoran’. Laying claim to the whole continent certainly laid one’s ambitions bare. I knew that if there was any truth to these rumors my magnificent city of Solanda would be a prime target and staging point for advances further south. So my people and I prepared for the inevitable siege as best we could and sent pleas for aid to the great courts of the south.
When the seemingly endless horde finally arrived outside the city walls, though, our plans fell to ruin. Reinforcement was direly needed. With only eight thousand at my command we were outnumbered more than four to one and could not hope to see off an assault, only weather a siege. But the promised southern aid never arrived, even when the army’s tents were pitched outside our walls. Not a single ship or soldier from the south offered assistance. Left to face the impossible alone and with only a great and grueling slaughter promised by resistance I sought the only option left; surrender. Marching from the gates alone, much to the protest of my council, I’ve turned myself over so we may speak face to face.
For the moment the city has been spared from a brutal sacking, but I’m all too aware that could change any moment, scanning the milling soldiers while marching through the camp with hands shackled and a silver circlet resting atop my head. At its front was a tiny softly glowing red gem, the whole piece designed to nullify magical power. The walk was brisk, and I was somewhat surprised to see the degree to which the soldiers restrained themselves, only a few jeers and snide comments being thrown my way while most simply ignored me. I had to imagine that restraint was on their King’s order.
Soon enough me and the large half-orc escorting me- my guess is he’s some sort of officer- arrive at your tent, though that term doesn’t do the structure justice. Timber framed with an exterior of what seemed to be many tanned mammoth hides, it was large enough to comfortably fit even the greatest battleship I’d ever seen within. The half-orc pushes open a nearby flap and guides me through into the smoky interior. Coughing and waving my hand before my face we weave through the place bustling with advisors, soldiers, officers, servants and slaves. All around is stacked plunder from recent conquests. Soon we arrive in the tent’s center, where I finally see their King, seated before a table with what looks to be a map of Almoran laid out before him. The man escorting me thumps a hand to his chest and bows deeply before speaking. “Queen Elisain came out from the gates alone, my King. We brought her right away,” he glances towards me and gives the chain attached to my shackles a tug. “Kneel,”
Taking a few small steps forward I kneel without hesitation and bow my head in respect. Pride must be the furthest thing from my mind right now. “I have come in hopes to negotiate the surrender of Solanda. We both know there is but one possible outcome to a siege. All the same many in my city are prepared to resist to the last should it come to it, and all know well the formidable defenses we Solandans have built over the long centuries,” I glance up, hoping to get across my sincerity. “All I wish is to avoid a senseless slaughter on both our behalves.”
(Thank you very much for reading! First some flexibility, though the starter is written with the King as a man you can make them whatever you'd like! Likewise if you would prefer third person I can readily switch, third is my usual writing style and I made it this way partially to practice first person writing. Basically if there's anything you'd like to tweak, add, or change, don't hesitate to reach out!
So far as kinks go, big ones for me are bondage, teasing, casual sex, breathplay, spanking, hair pulling, semi-public/risk of getting caught, grinding, hypnosis, aphrodisiacs, pinning, throatpies, power exchange, pet names, somnophilia, facefucking, rough handling, cock/body worship, creampies, uniforms/costumes, things like that! Limits are scat, watersports, bloodplay, body modification/mutilation, snuff, vore. While your character will by and large be in the dominant position I don't want their dynamic to be completely domineering, if that makes sense. Elisain is not a pretty face to be folded into the harem but a very valuable political and cultural asset and I want the pair to start off more adversarial but build a genuine connection as time goes on. Feel free to PM me if you're interested in continuing, I look forward to meeting you!)
When the seemingly endless horde finally arrived outside the city walls, though, our plans fell to ruin. Reinforcement was direly needed. With only eight thousand at my command we were outnumbered more than four to one and could not hope to see off an assault, only weather a siege. But the promised southern aid never arrived, even when the army’s tents were pitched outside our walls. Not a single ship or soldier from the south offered assistance. Left to face the impossible alone and with only a great and grueling slaughter promised by resistance I sought the only option left; surrender. Marching from the gates alone, much to the protest of my council, I’ve turned myself over so we may speak face to face.
For the moment the city has been spared from a brutal sacking, but I’m all too aware that could change any moment, scanning the milling soldiers while marching through the camp with hands shackled and a silver circlet resting atop my head. At its front was a tiny softly glowing red gem, the whole piece designed to nullify magical power. The walk was brisk, and I was somewhat surprised to see the degree to which the soldiers restrained themselves, only a few jeers and snide comments being thrown my way while most simply ignored me. I had to imagine that restraint was on their King’s order.
Soon enough me and the large half-orc escorting me- my guess is he’s some sort of officer- arrive at your tent, though that term doesn’t do the structure justice. Timber framed with an exterior of what seemed to be many tanned mammoth hides, it was large enough to comfortably fit even the greatest battleship I’d ever seen within. The half-orc pushes open a nearby flap and guides me through into the smoky interior. Coughing and waving my hand before my face we weave through the place bustling with advisors, soldiers, officers, servants and slaves. All around is stacked plunder from recent conquests. Soon we arrive in the tent’s center, where I finally see their King, seated before a table with what looks to be a map of Almoran laid out before him. The man escorting me thumps a hand to his chest and bows deeply before speaking. “Queen Elisain came out from the gates alone, my King. We brought her right away,” he glances towards me and gives the chain attached to my shackles a tug. “Kneel,”
Taking a few small steps forward I kneel without hesitation and bow my head in respect. Pride must be the furthest thing from my mind right now. “I have come in hopes to negotiate the surrender of Solanda. We both know there is but one possible outcome to a siege. All the same many in my city are prepared to resist to the last should it come to it, and all know well the formidable defenses we Solandans have built over the long centuries,” I glance up, hoping to get across my sincerity. “All I wish is to avoid a senseless slaughter on both our behalves.”
(Thank you very much for reading! First some flexibility, though the starter is written with the King as a man you can make them whatever you'd like! Likewise if you would prefer third person I can readily switch, third is my usual writing style and I made it this way partially to practice first person writing. Basically if there's anything you'd like to tweak, add, or change, don't hesitate to reach out!
So far as kinks go, big ones for me are bondage, teasing, casual sex, breathplay, spanking, hair pulling, semi-public/risk of getting caught, grinding, hypnosis, aphrodisiacs, pinning, throatpies, power exchange, pet names, somnophilia, facefucking, rough handling, cock/body worship, creampies, uniforms/costumes, things like that! Limits are scat, watersports, bloodplay, body modification/mutilation, snuff, vore. While your character will by and large be in the dominant position I don't want their dynamic to be completely domineering, if that makes sense. Elisain is not a pretty face to be folded into the harem but a very valuable political and cultural asset and I want the pair to start off more adversarial but build a genuine connection as time goes on. Feel free to PM me if you're interested in continuing, I look forward to meeting you!)
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