The Story of Loviattar, Twisting, and Lurid...the D`Vishta Secret, and the other Sister (AB server) [Archive]

Twisting

08-23-2008, 01:21 PM

Twisting Sadistic`LullabiesServer: Antonia BayleRace: Dark ElfClass: DirgeLurid L`TorturousServer: Antonia BayleRace: Dark ElfClass: Shadowknight The Story of Loviattar, Twisting, and Lurid...the D`Vishta Secret ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~ <div align="center" style="text-align: center;"> </div> (As written by Loviattar to her daughters.) In the vast lands and among the many races of our world lay a story. A story of a lone elf, not of the noble and respected race of High Elves nor even the race of the many Half Elves, but none-the-less, an elf. There is a place where secrets are taught, magic is cradled, and darkness embraced. This is a place spoken of only in hushed tons and by the light of candles. A place forbidden and used to scare and torment the minds of young and old alike… This is my home. The name rolls from my tongue like sweet bread dipped in honey…Neriak (Third Gate). Here, hidden, pampered, revered, and feared, I was raised by the Teir`Dal priests. The sole offspring of High priest D`Vishta and his precious A` Lylyth. As a child I was told grand tales of the High priest D`Vishta and his companion, yet I do not recall their touch or voice for before my memory was in tact my adored father was murdered. He was hunted like an animal and tortured so that the outside could learn of the secrets of the Teir`Dal…he never uttered a word. When my mother, A`Lylyth, was told of the finding of his broken, beaten, and tattered remains…it is said on that eve the sky bled tears of red as my mothers screams filled the land being heard as far as the Nektulos Forest. When her tormented cries subsided the other priests found her, bled dry…by her own hand. I have been told the story more times than I could ever account for…thus was born blackness within my heart. A determination to avenge the murderous death of the grand and adored D`Vishta Taught the secrets of our ways from the earliest age by the Teir`Dal priests I swallowed the knowledge at unmatched rates. I studied the magic books late into the nights to learn the ways to steal others abilities and life essence. The masters of our lands taught me the knights’ ways. I learned, grew, and became …the feared. My true name has been kept a secret so that I may travel among the lands in search of my fathers killer. I was deemed Loviattar SadisticLust (rough translation, the violent maiden of pain and sadistic lust). Only the Teir`Dal priests speak my true name, Loviattar D`Vishta. …And so wanders the Dirty Elf…that name I have learned well and hard…the Dark Elf, Hell-bent on vengeance, feeding on revenge, and protected by the Teir`Dal priests and the Dark God, Innoruuk. (As written by an anon high priest.) …And as the world changed, the Gods become arrogant, and with a final act; they were gone. Loviattar SadisticLust wandered, battled, fed her bloodlust, hated, and searched endlessly to avenge her father. The last glimpse of her scorned form, she was astride her horse, Bloodlust, heading into the hot steaming lands of Lava Storm Mountains. Her battles are legend, her memory beloved, and her name whispered with mournful woes. Yet, her lineage continues thru her daughters …the secrets she handed over to the Teir`Dal priests who raised her herself as a child. Never did she reveal the name of the dark elf whom fathered her children. The only things that remains of Loviattar; Twisting Sadistic`Lullabies and Lurid L`Torturous {birth given surnames - D`Vishta}. And never once did she tell the priests of her one true confidant. Banishment she feared, yet, in the end they knew. They knew of the scaled one. To this day his name is only mentioned in whispers…Cozz, the feared, admired and legendary Iksar Shaman. Her life long, and one true, friend. To lay eyes upon any of her children, for any that ever lay eyes upon their mother, would think they were seeing a ghost. And so, the revenge goes on… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (As written by an annon. high Priest.) Hidden away, just as their mother was, with the few High Priests that survived the abandonment of the Gods and the changing of the lands, the offspring grew strong. Though each chose a different form of battle they all outranked any other in training. When time was appropriate, each left the old Priests and now wanders the lands in search of their own rites, names, and legendary status. The first child, with her evil twisted grin, that portrayed her mother so well…she was named Twisting Sadistic`Lullabies. As a young girl she was told of the only other true friend her mother knew…A Bard, the grandest in the lands they claimed, named Allmighty Skyye. Her mother kept wonderful writings of Allmighty, his adventures and perfected techniques. From these, Twisting learned the songs, the kites, and the prestige of a fine bard. Though, long gone where the bards’ ways of old…Twisting took what Allmighty knew and formed herself into the twisted Dirge she is today. The youngest, but by far not weak for being the youngest is Lurid. Named Lurid L`Torturous by the Priests, follows in her mothers footsteps as a Shadow knight. She studies the old ways, just as her mother did. She reads her mothers words until they are etched in her mind and lives for nothing but bloodlust, revenge and with the hopes of, one day, seeing her mothers face again. She believes few things, she trusts nothing or no one…though she does believe her mother lives, lost among the many others when the Gods closed their eyes. And so, the lineage, knowledge, bloodlust, and revenge carry on…. And among the old Priests there is a saying of these “dirty elves”, images of thier mother…”If your paths should cross with one of them lower your eyes, be respectful, fear for your life and …May your days be filled with bloodlust and your nights with perfect nightmares.” The priests also claim that the scorpions will sleep right in their hands. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Sadistic Plague`BringerTier`Dal femaleWarlock of Antonia Bayle~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~{As written in a secret journal of a High Priest} There is a wicked and cruel Tier`Dal female, sister to Twisting Sadistic`Lullabies and Lurid L`Tortuous that is not written of in the journals of the Priests or their mother Loviattar. The nonexistent writings are not out of cruelty or shame, they are out of respect and secrets. She was kept as just that...a secret. Though raised with Twisting and Lurid she was not called their sister. Only them and the priests knew whom she truly was. Told to all others that she was orphaned when her parents were killed in battle...and that is what others thought and were met to think. The truth is she is the middle offspring of Loviattar and her unnamed Teir`Dal father. The decision was made when Loviattar was carrying her in her womb to never let others know she was her child. Loviattar remained hidden with in the walls of her birth place, Neriak the Third Gate the entire time she carried this child. It was told to all others she was ill from a curse placed on her by a vengeful enemy of the High Priest D`Vishta that had found out she was his offspring and that the other priests where treating her. There were never to be any words written of this child, yet, this one journal has remained and will remain, hidden and protected by the priests that raised Loviattar and her children. The choice to keep Sadistic a secret weighed heavy on Loviattar and the old priests. She visited the child in secret when she returned home from her battles. Yet, she and the old priests knew it was for the best and that their reasons where for the good of the D`Vishta family. Simple and logical was the choice...there had to be a way to keep the D`Vishta bloodline alive if any should ever find out that Loviattar, was the offspring of the High Priest D`Vishta and A`Lylyth. The answer was this child, Sadistic. Raised as an orphan to all others. Told her role from the time she could comprehend, Sadistic, understood and accepted that the bloodline of the D`Vishta depended on her true identity remaining anonymous. She grew proud and strong, promising to always be...the secret weapon of the bloodline. She had a peculiar trait from a very young age to always inflict pain and suffering on enemies. To torture the soul, mind and flesh of those she felt unworthy to exist. She would study for hours the reactions to different forms of torture and torment, enjoying the cries, begging and screaming as if she were comforted by it all. She was...a special child and grew into a grand young woman, proper, quiet, and always studying others. Many years passed and her secret was held tight by all and remained so when she too, like her sister before her, and her mother, set off to avenge the death of D`Vishta. There are a few now, years and years later that know she is Twisting and Lurids` sister...yet still, no one knows they are all...Loviattar included the bloodline of D`Vishta. No one will ever know, until the ones that murdered D`Vishta are dead...and the families of those that murdered him are dead or have no tongues.And so...the line goes on ...