The Realms - Semi Advanced discussion

A bleak, desolate place full of decay and death was populated primarily by dead creatures such as ghosts, specters, and other undead who for whatever reason refused to leave the Shadowfell

Aquilon wandered around the desolate lands, not phased by the death and decay that surrounded him. For him, this place was a wonderland, a place in which he would be nigh unstoppable, an entire army of the undead at his disposal. Appearance wise he stood out, he was a handsome young man walking amongst the cold corpses of the long deceased. Aquilon held his grimoire tightly to his chest as his demonic red eyes flickered around as he planned which of these zombies or spectres would be worthy of serving in his legions. Despite all the undead he still seemed to have the most terrifying aura of death exuding from him by far. Despite this, he had a way to him that made him intriguing. Everything about how he carried himself bore both dignity and mystery.

Silver had somehow found a way into this death filled horror of a place and bit her lip as she looked around. She too stood out from the dead since she was alive and silver. Silver held herself with dignity and yet did not seem like any other royal. Silver carefully picked her way through, her different eyes landing on the man. Curious, she drew nearer but stayed among the dead.

Aquilon continued to drift through the area. The horrors compared not to his own black spire, a place hidden from the eyes of the gods where there had been countless deaths and tragedies, a place where legions of the undead marched under the control of the mighty ancient king. Aquilon chuckled at a ghost that resembled his wife. Oh how he hated his wife, he was glad that he had her beheaded. Aquilon came to a sudden halt, sending a form that was not dead, a rare occurrence in such a place. It interrupted his train of thought, but perhaps it could be interesting interaction if he played his cards right. She almost resembled his daughter-in-law which gave him an idea. Aquilon relinquished his control over the body of his grandson allowing the young Prince Corin a chance to see the woman who so resembled a younger version of his mother. His eyes widened as he ran over to her, "I-Is that truly you?" He asked not questioning why his monster of a grandfather would allow him control of his own body as he was too enraptured in the thought that his mother could somehow have returned to life. It was clear that there was a change as the man's posture changed as did his confident expression.

((Just for clarification, Corin is Aquilon's grandson. Aquilon possessed his grandson's body, he's just allowing Corin temporary control. As for the resemblance, I never described the daughter-in-law/mother so don't worry about that))

Silver tilted her head, sensing there was more to this than met one's eyes. "I am sorry. But I do believe you have me mistaken for another maiden." She said slowly and carefully. This boy or man made her want to learn about who exactly he was, due to several reasons. One was him being in a world filled with the dead. "I am Princess Silver. I do not believe we have met before. I am sorry to disappoint you." She said.

Corin looked to the ground defeatedly, now understanding why he was allowed control. "M-my apologies..." He muttered, feeling crushed by the fact it wasn't who he thought it was. "I am Prin-" He began before coming to a stop. He forgot that his royal title no longer held any weight after his grandfather wiped out his entire kingdom. "I am Corin Marx the third..." He told her, not mentioning his status. Aquilon was barely able to hold himself back already tempted to take back control, but he wanted to see where this would all go. "You look very much like someone I used to know long ago..." Corin informed her quietly.

Silver tilted her head, her brows creased with concern. "Is everything alright, my dear?" She asked. Silver naturally worried for anyone who was sad or at least seemed that way. She noticed he started to say Prince but stopped himself. Corin Marx III. I must get out more often. She thought, frustrated that she did not know the name when she felt as if she should.

Corin glanced up at her, he found it funny that she called him dear as he was likely thousands of years older than her. He never aged due to his grandfather's preservation magic, but he was older than most kingdoms you could find. Corin was about to speak, but he froze up and his eyes widened. A loud resonating laughter erupted from seemingly everywhere. It was cold as ice, even the dead seemed to quake upon hearing it. Corin crumbled to the ground as if he had just run a thousand miles. A dark mist formed an orb around him as the true Aquilon arose from his body. A true horror to behold, his clothes once expensive silks tattered and his decayed flesh held tightly to his bone. Aquilon's were no more than piercing balls of icy blue light. The laugh continued, but it didn't sound like it was coming from his direction. He held his grimoire tightly to his chest and looked down at his grandson, but hen proceeded to ignore the handsome young man. He looked over to Silver his face displaying some sort of amusement. "I never thought I'd see someone quite so similar to her again..." The disembodied voice echoed through the area. "You'll never be her though." He finished bluntly. "To think, that foolish boy thought you were a reincarnated form of his mother, truly pathetic, wouldn't you say?" He asked her inquisitively with his disembodied voice. He doubted she'd agree with him, but he wanted to see how she'd react.

Silver had taken a step back and watched Corin out of the corner of her eye. Her focus however remained on the new man. "I'm afraid I can not agree. If I were to meet someone who looked my mother, I would react the same way. It is not pathetic, only natural." She said, her arms crossed, her face stern, and her voice cold as well.

"I knew you'd feel that way, sadly he was never a strong boy in any sense, the fact that you are still standing in my presence goes to show you are much stronger than he ever was." Aquilon's resounding voice said in mock sorrow. He wasn't lying though, most people crumbled upon witnessing the aura of death he emit. "Corin's very own hands killed his mother you know." Aquilon informed her. Corin was on the ground clearly in immense discomfort. He seemed oblivious to the conversation that Silver was having with his grandfather.

Silver's mind was racing, trying to see how she could help the boy. She was sadden that her still standing caused her to be stronger. It is probably because of the amount of death I have witnessed, desensitizing me. "Why do I get the feeling it was not of his own free will?" Silver asked tiredly.

"Once again, a display of weakness, if he can not overcome the will of a decrepit old man then what can he do? Honestly, the poor boy used to think he'd be a knight in shining armour when he was younger, but if is so weak as to be held under the control of an old man like me for all these centuries he'd stand no chance." He stated, blathering on about how incompetent his grandson was in his opinion.

"Well, sir," Silver said icily, "perhaps he judged the enemy by the cover and did not realize the full strength of his foe." She said with a falsely, polite smile. "It is normal for any young man to make that common mistake. Perhaps it has to do with the lack of training as well. So one can not entirely blame Prince Corin."

"He is no longer a Prince as much as I am no longer a king." Aquilon corrected, his foreboding voice sharp in tone. "My kingdom has been reduced to ash and scattered to the winds." He informed her, clearly not having cared about all the lives of people in his kingdom. Aquilon killed off each and every one of his subjects to shroud his black spire tower from the gods and never held any remorse about it. "In any case, to this day he crumbles despite being the only one who could truly understand the vastness of my power. Even after all these millennia, you will still claim he lacks training? In all his youth, yet with all his experience, he should be able to make use of my power in the way I do his entirety, but he can't. He is weak. He will never amount to any more than what you see before you, a pathetic little brat." He finished very matter of factly.

Silver sighed. It was no use arguing with this deranged, sadistic, man. Silver remained silent, her mind thinking as she looked at him in the eyes. She didn't break eye contact as she thought, carefully thinking about how to proceed.

((Apologies I was very busy, I'll be on as usual now though!))

He found it funny that he stared into his eyes as his eyes were more like orbs of lifeless light. "Perhaps you'd wish that I allow him to stand?" He questioned, curious as to what she'd say. the only way he would really allow Corin to stand would be once he chose to reclaim the boy's body.

Silver crossed her arms. "Please do. It seems like the polite thing to do." Silver said, her voice holding a hint of anger.

"So be it..." Came his echoing mutter as his decrepit form disappeared into a dramatic plume of black smoke and his decayed skin fell apart like dust and with that the sphere around Corin vanished. He rose, but one could tell from his way of movement that it wasn't the same boy from before. A grunt of approval arose from the young man as he dusted himself off. Everything physical was that of Corin, but the mind in control was Aquilon, a truly deadly pairing. "Despite all his shortcomings, he makes for a good vessel." He said as though it were some small unimportant fact that he was basically wearing around his grandson like a costume. "As long as I am in control no harm will come to him." He said, still gripping the large book tightly.

Silver sighed and held her forehead for a moment. "Charming." She muttered before her arms resumed the cross position. "This is even sicker than a place filled with the dead." She muttered before looking around, "I wonder...." Silver trailed off, wondering how she even got in here. Silver turned around before heading back the way she came, sick of this twisted man.

Aquilon chuckled finding her attempt to leave rather feeble. He lightly gestured in her general direction causing a vast wall bone and pure darkness to block her path. "We stand in a land of the dead and you intend so easily walk away from someone who controls the very essence of death itself? Humour me would you, I'd like to see you try and leave." He told her as several of the undead turned to face them. Such a thing was an easy feat for Aquilon, especially when in Shadowfell as it was so full of the dead. The only place that was more suited to his power was his own black spire tower where he had bound and killed countless people.

"Well, I hoped it would be easy but, considering my life, I should have known better." Silver said with a roll of her eyes. "So...You're like the god of the dead?" Silver asked, making some small talk as she tried another route.

Aquilon frowned, offended that she had mistaken for a god. "You think me cruel, but not even I can compare to those scum." He said sharply, his voice filled with disdain. "I am all, but a god. I am exempted from their dominion, the gods cannot touch me. I am the tyrannical lich king, the abyssal lord and wielder of the grand grimoire." He informed her, listing some of his titles. "But I am no god." He reaffirmed, his fist clenched by his side.

(( Can I join your guys' rp? It sounds great! ))

((Um, no. I do horribly with two other people. Sorry.))

Silver was saddened temporarily by the lack of finding a way out but that was quickly replaced with happiness. "Did I just hit a nerve?" She whispered before turning around. Easily reading his body language, Silver smirked. "I have a feeling you dislike the gods." She walked a little closer to him. "Why?"

((Why do you do horribly with two other people? ))

((I just do. Sometimes someone is inactive and the whole rp stops or I quickly lose track.))

(( I'm really never inactive tho, but if you don't want two people........then ok. :/ ))

(( great disappointments come and go ))

(( Are you sure though? I promise I'll be active and everything, it's not like there are a whole group of people. ))

((Sorry. *sigh* I'm sure.))

((( Silver O. Smith - Why so serious? Let's put a smile on that face. : D Riddle me this, riddle me that. Who's afraid of the big, black bat? ))) wrote: "((Sorry. *sigh* I'm sure.))"

(( ok, *sighs in dismay* :( ))

His expression shifted into one far more relaxed. "I am no storybook villain dear, it is not my job to go revealing all the little details of my life to you." Aquilon informed her teasingly. "After all, I'd really rather not have to deal with someone who could actually in some possible way attempt to fight back." He said, clearly not willing to give up any important information. He knew better than to go reeling off all his traumas and give away all his weaknesses.

Silver laughed. "I never said that you were a storybook villain. And honestly, I'm glad about that." She said, moving around the land filled with the dead. "Storybook villains are boring and cliché." Silver stated matter-of-factly. She went to the nearest wall and traced her hand along it, looking for a weak point perhaps. "Out of curiosity, do you know exactly who I am? And I do not mean the answer as a threat."

Aquilon chuckled before looking her up and down, "Well, I'd assume you are of a higher social class, you appear young and you appear to be quite elvish in your looks..." He reasoned based on her appearance. "Of course, you are quite far away from any normal elvish location..." He added hesitantly tilting his head. "I'd assume you are an elfish princess who spends her days travelling despite her young age, you are competent and well trained in social graces considering how well you hold up in conversation. Based on our interaction you likely also consider yourself quite clever as well." He deducted, leaving it open for her to respond.

Silver laughed. "Very good. I am Princess Silver of the Noldor Elves." She said with a bow of the head. Silver gave up on looking for a way out and turned to face him. "I do not believe I have heard your name. I know your grandson's but not yours." Silver said.

"Aquilon Marx," He introduced, "You need know no more than that." He told her dismissively. "I'm glad to hear that I was correct, thousands of years have paid off and I've still yet to dull." He boasted, proud of his mental acuity.

Silver laughed again. "I am glad to hear that." She leaned against a wall, silent for the time being as she thought.

"Now..." He began calmly, "Which side have you chosen in this war?" He asked her suddenly, his tone far more menacing. His red eyes began to glow as the area darkened, he seemed to emit a black mist from his body. Many of the spirits began to match the faint crimson glow of his eyes and the undead once again focused back on them. It was a question to which one had to answer correctly lest they face the fury of death made flesh.

Silver stood up straight, wary. Her face hardened as she noticed each dead man. Death did not scare her as easily as it would to any normal person, due to her frequent exposure to it. "Which war?" Silver said, choosing her words carefully.

Aquilon shook his head, his face expressing disappointment. "Which war..." He muttered, finding her attempt to feign ignorance foolish, after all, the situation was known by just about everyone, children and adults alike. "If by some string of events you don't know I am referring to this battle between the gods of creation and destruction." He informed her patronisingly.

"Ah, that war." Silver said with a polite smile. "I am afraid I know not enough of either side to choose. And frankly I'd rather stay out of this war. Or any war for that matter. Noldor Elves tend to stay out of other races' lives. We prefer peace and tranquility. Unless it is, of course, a matter which we feel strongly about then we will interfere. Other than that, Mr. Marx, I take neither side."

Aquilon raised an eyebrow at her peculiar response, "You do not feel strongly about an event in which your entire species could be completely obliterated in the blink of an eye simply by having been caught in the crossfire?" He questioned, finding it odd that her idea of this war was not one of much importance. "The mightiest beings in all the realms clash, the very beings that will bear both the creation and destruction of this world fight yet you deem it unworthy of your attention?" He added one, accentuating his own point. He exuded a darkness that made the rest of Shadowfell appear bright and sunny, it was an extension of the darkness that shrouded his black spire, it meant that he was shielding himself from the prying eyes and ears of the gods, they would be unable to bear witness to anything he said or did.

Silver tilted her head. She knew she was playing a dangerous game but she loved playing. "True, true. However, my side is not of the importance Mr. Marx." And I only did answer what my people do. "What is your side? I have the feeling that it is destruction. You seem to like the dead."

"My side is what is beneficial and if that so happens to be destruction then so be it, however, I question your thoughts, the side of a princess is a major playing piece in this big game and you try to deny such a thing?" He asked his voice indicating that she'd best think about her next words.

"I am not a piece in this game or any game." Silver said coldly. "My side is not of your business. I am merely here for the sake of exploring the unknown. Not getting into an argument about wars and sides."

"It is clear that you are a child..." He muttered exhaustively. "It is such a way of thinking that blinds the likes of you, wars between lesser species I could understand, but when the effects could very well include the complete an utter obliteration of all you hold dear and all that you wish to explore then such an opinion comes off as being plainly stupid." He informed her bluntly as his grip on the grimoire loosened slightly, a sign that never boded well for anyone. His tone was frustrated and was beginning to be far more akin to his past madness that sank an entire kingdom into an eternal despair.

"I take my own side." Silver said with a sigh. "I agree with life but I do not fight in wars among the gods. I help the light as best to my ability, exploring among them. Now, will you stop criticizing me when you know not the whole story."

"Truly hopeless... How about we learn this 'whole story' you speak of, perhaps I shall resurrect every last person who died in this story of yours, after all, why else would you be so numb to all this death?" He asked her rhetorically as he peered into the depths of her soul, searching for any signs of who he would have to tear from the arms of death.

((The dead loved ones names are: Sarah and John Smith, Bethany Jones, Clara and Hunter Lopez, Zach and Sapphire Diamond.))

Silver smirked but that soon disappeared. "What would that achieve?" She said very quietly. She did not want him to do as he said, Silver did not like where this was going. But she kept her stoic face.

((I'll let you control the actions of the resurrected, they will only e able to move, they'll be muted and unable to touch things, but they will still act like themselves and I'd assume you have ideas in mind as to their personalities.))

Aquilon chuckled darkly, "How about we start with one lovely little duo... John and Sarah Smith?" He asked, disregarding response as two ghostly figures began to form lacking physical forms. They were both silent and intangible, but their actions were their own. "What is the story here? He questioned, clearly not caring about how tragic the story was.