New Website for Dark Writings

Diadem · 12-30-2009, 03:04 PM

Greetings,

On of the interesting things I have found with EQ2 is the fact that I run into so many really talented writers. In a effort to have something new, something different, I started a website www.icendium.com A few people that I know have been adding to the content. I would love to read some similar work if anyone has the time to share it with me. My e-mail address is icendium@gmail.com.

Thanks !

DukeOccam · 12-30-2009, 03:11 PM

Cool stuff; added it to my favorites.

I also have to say I really like the design and look of the site. Very simple yet classy and the colors look great.

Diadem · 05-12-2010, 10:35 AM

Footsteps in the sand

Chapter 1Walking alone I watch the waves caress the shore gently touching it bare feet touching the sand..sighing i continue down the path the moon barely lights my way. I am going..where? i do not know i just feel myself drawn i follow. I can see a fire in the distance..no one close i dont see anyone. Moving close to the fire i watch it entranced completely. I dont hear the noise behind me lost i begin to move slowly dancing to music in my head. Closing my eyes I begin to dance slowly moving swaying. Arms wrap around me and pull me tight. I gasp and hold still. I feel lips on my neck whispering something i do not understand my heart pounds. My body responds as if by itself. My head screams stop but nothing comes out of my lips. Hands begin to move over my body touching me slowly i feel fingernails trace down my arms...across the back of my neck and i feel his hands under my shirt. He moves slowly up my back. I gasp openly..omg. I move forward to be away. He pulls me back. I try to turn to face him but he holds me tight. NO he whispers in my ear its better this way. I wimper as he continues to gently touch me his hand reaches my skirt i feel it being pulled up. I grab at his hands and try to stop him. A hand quickly comes to my throat and i feel him nibble at my neck. Do not make me hurt you. He says as he bites and nibbles at my neck. My body is responding to him completely. He continues to where he was pulling my skirt up his hands moves to touch me I gasp openly. He laughs softly in my ear...so you do like this dont you? I tear falls down my cheek I am not sure from where. He leans forward and kisses it. Ah pet dont fear you will not be harmed and your body has to respond its mine. He pushed fingers inside me my hands grab his arm to hold on to him. My knees buckle almost. I bite my lip as i feel my body go over the edge i feel it run down my leg. He pulls me down to the sand puts me on my knees pulling my head back he kisses my nape slowly. I openly scream as i feel him push inside me...omg my head drops down my arms shake. He pulls my hair jerking my head up i see the moon as i feel him fill my body with life. I am drained my arms give and i lay on the cool sand. My eyes close. When i open them the fire still blazes a blanket covers me i can still smell him on me...tears fall quietly.

The dark clouds formed over the bluest of skies to enshroud the beach. The waves, once calm, turned black with the turmoil. As the tide began to rise, the foaming waters enveloped the feet of the disheveled maiden. How has this happened so quickly? The wind turned cold as it picked up fury. Trees began to sway as the storm rolled in through the innocent night. Lightning could be seen on the horizon, touching the sea with its fork-like tongue. Then the rain came, cool and foreboding. The maiden was washed clean of her filth, staring into the night wondering. As the portal opened, a lone figure dressed in black robes walked through. His cowl pulled low to cover his features, he moved across the sand with purpose. Extending his hand to the maiden, with a short, forced gasp of air, the Wizard extended his hand. “My name is Diadem Azmodeus. I have come to show you a new world.

The maiden reaches to take his hand...hers trembling. She knows him she remembers his voice from a dream long ago.Teach me..show me please. I am Shaelyne Abbadon. Take me to this new world.

As the wind blew the folds of the black robes made a snapping sound with the wind. The storms foul mood had increased. With the coming danger larger and larger waves crashed against the sand pounding a steady rhythm in the night. Moving as one, the two entered the portal. Walking through the other side, a serene waiting room and guest chambers awaited them. With the skill of a tailor, servants stripped the maiden. Dressing her in fine red silks, the servants quickly fell to the shadows. Looking around in wonder, the guest felt a sense of home. Every item had its place and every place had a purpose. “What is the reason you have brought me to this place?” The maiden said with a quiver in her voice. There was no answer. Diadem had stepped on one of the many teleportation pads and retired to a different area of the tower. Left alone in the waiting room, she helped herself to a glass of red wine and a strange book left out for guests to read.

Shaelyne sipped the wine slowly her eyes wandered around the room taking it all in. Eyes drifted to the book left out for all to read but she looked for something else. What is here hidden in plain sight. She wanders around hands absently touching the red silk. Closing her eyes she goes over all that happened so quickly. Who is he exactly...what does he want from me? Stepping slowly around the portal she wonders where does it go? She wanders back and looks through the book her head tilted to one side. Her mind wanders instead of reading. She begins to twirl an absent curl that has fallen free. Biting her lip her eyes wander back to the portal. Pulling the skirt up she hesitantly puts one foot then another on it..she wants to know where he hides.

The world started to spin and fade from focus. What was happening to the room? The spinning seemed to become uncontrollable as the maiden fell to the floor with a thud. As a pool of drool grew larger on the carpet, unseen workers quickly move the body and replaced the carpeting. The wine in the foyer had been drugged. The screening process for entry into the private club was put in place to keep the riff raff out. They would enter without invitation, thinking that a few gold would be enough to buy entertainment. To that extent they would be offered the wine while they waited for their table. How unfortunate that this new visitor was now a prisoner. The alter room walls were made of the skulls of enemies. Each skull had been placed with such great care that the trained eye would be able to make out the persons name etched in Elven. The room was disturbing. Two black winged Harpies guarded the entrance. Trying to move was impossible. Wizard chains held tight arms and legs bound to the alter of Ro. One of the Harpies hissed in a raspy voice “Your time has come.” The room was colder than most, filled with an ancient evil. “The Lord of 9th does not wait for time.” Another hiss filled with a slight gurgle. As she spoke the last of her words the Harpy with black wings tasted the maiden with a forked tongue.

The tongue caressed her body. She pulled at her chains. So fitting she always knew they would come for her. Should she give in or fight? Looking around she prays for him..is he the Lord or a mere wizard? She closes her eyes and falls back without struggle letting it take her. Taste her draw her power know she is not a mere mortal... The wind blows around me as I stand watching. I saw the wizard take the girl. He used a portal how interesting. I know she goes to end her life. We all have to pay the one we draw our power from. Holding out my hand I feel the spray of the water leaping up and almost caressing my skin. Smiling yes i know you want more turning i see him coming an innocent wandering down the path. He sees me and pauses...You are from a dream he says to me. I merely nod and hold out my hand. He moves closer to me. Sand forms around my feet he does not see or notices.The sky cloudy from the wizard serves me well. It called a storm ..smiling to myself. He would be a interesting to challenge who would be win almost like a life size game of chess...almost. The man does not see the darkness rising from the water behind me. He only sees me thin black silk caressing my body. He licks his lips..so easily distracted. He takes my hand and leans over to kiss me. Hands come from around me by back is to my demon. He grabs the man and pulls him around me. Terror fills his eyes. The demon reaches in and takes his beating heart biting down he drains the life blood . Smiling ..why he even does that i do not know he only craves the life force but he loves to be dramatic. Blood splashs up to my face. My demon reaches out and touches it caressing my face. Another time pet he says to me.

Diadem had returned to his studies watching the crystal and the new developments at the beach. It would seem that this new guest had powerful allies. The guest, where was she? Taking the teleportation pad to the foyer, the servants informed their master of the chain of events that had recently taken place. So close to the end, it was hard for the maiden to find release. The winged creature was purposely prolonging the torturous end. The other Harpy merely watched and hissed with enjoyment. As the Wizard stepped away from the teleportation pad in the Alter room, quick words of magic fire sent the Harpy against the farthest walls. Her dyeing screams went to deaf ears. “My guest was to be taken to the 2nd level bedroom.” The two walked through a secret wall on the right side to the bedroom. “My apologies, I do not get many guests.” Diadem said with sincerity. Take as much time as you need to clean up. Visit me in the upstairs library when you are rested.

The maiden laid on the bed as soon as he was gone. Tears fell from her eyes she could not control them. So many things in her head she does not understand. He seems kind this wizard. But how does she know she will not merely be put back on the alter. Given up to a creature again. She sits up slowly and begins to gather herself. The library...sigh. But am i to be drugged again? I know I was i felt it. Perhaps I should not drink or eat anything here. Clearing her head sighing softly. She puts her hair up gathers her wits about her. Time to find what he truly wants...she thought he was different..his offer..she wants to learn truly but what is the cost? what price must she pay? give her life? She wanders slowly around using stairs seeking the library. She peers in slowly head tilted to one side she watches him. Quietly she enters the room and waits for him to notice her. Looking up from his book with a smile, Diadem motioned for her to sit. (He time had passed quickly and the moons rays could be seen throughthe skylight. “My friend, I am in need of company.” “I have been locked away for too long.”. “Let us explore the world.”. These were the things sheremembered hearing. “The city festival is in town, would you like to attend?”. His smile was sincere and promising. Looking back to his notes, he smiled. How would you like a job? It would seem there is an opening in the alterroom.”Siting down she watched him still shaken from her experience. She noted the way he seemed comforting. Hands in her lap locked together. Why have you locked yourself away? For how long? Her voice seemed but a whisper in the room. She leans forward a little bit. A job? Doing what exactly? Her dark eyes took in every image of him looking for something but she is not sure what yet. Just remembering his face. Wondering what book had his attention. She waited for his response. Yes I would attend it with you...

12-30-2009, 03:11 PM	#2
DukeOccam Loremaster Join Date: Nov 2004 Posts: 339	Cool stuff; added it to my favorites. I also have to say I really like the design and look of the site. Very simple yet classy and the colors look great. __________________

12-30-2009, 03:04 PM	#1
Diadem Server: The Bazaar Guild: Knights Of Brisingr Rank: Recruit Wanting A Foothold Loremaster Join Date: Nov 2004 Posts: 5	Greetings, On of the interesting things I have found with EQ2 is the fact that I run into so many really talented writers. In a effort to have something new, something different, I started a website www.icendium.com A few people that I know have been adding to the content. I would love to read some similar work if anyone has the time to share it with me. My e-mail address is icendium@gmail.com. Thanks !

05-12-2010, 10:35 AM	#3
Diadem Server: The Bazaar Guild: Knights Of Brisingr Rank: Recruit Wanting A Foothold Loremaster Join Date: Nov 2004 Posts: 5	Footsteps in the sand Chapter 1Walking alone I watch the waves caress the shore gently touching it bare feet touching the sand..sighing i continue down the path the moon barely lights my way. I am going..where? i do not know i just feel myself drawn i follow. I can see a fire in the distance..no one close i dont see anyone. Moving close to the fire i watch it entranced completely. I dont hear the noise behind me lost i begin to move slowly dancing to music in my head. Closing my eyes I begin to dance slowly moving swaying. Arms wrap around me and pull me tight. I gasp and hold still. I feel lips on my neck whispering something i do not understand my heart pounds. My body responds as if by itself. My head screams stop but nothing comes out of my lips. Hands begin to move over my body touching me slowly i feel fingernails trace down my arms...across the back of my neck and i feel his hands under my shirt. He moves slowly up my back. I gasp openly..omg. I move forward to be away. He pulls me back. I try to turn to face him but he holds me tight. NO he whispers in my ear its better this way. I wimper as he continues to gently touch me his hand reaches my skirt i feel it being pulled up. I grab at his hands and try to stop him. A hand quickly comes to my throat and i feel him nibble at my neck. Do not make me hurt you. He says as he bites and nibbles at my neck. My body is responding to him completely. He continues to where he was pulling my skirt up his hands moves to touch me I gasp openly. He laughs softly in my ear...so you do like this dont you? I tear falls down my cheek I am not sure from where. He leans forward and kisses it. Ah pet dont fear you will not be harmed and your body has to respond its mine. He pushed fingers inside me my hands grab his arm to hold on to him. My knees buckle almost. I bite my lip as i feel my body go over the edge i feel it run down my leg. He pulls me down to the sand puts me on my knees pulling my head back he kisses my nape slowly. I openly scream as i feel him push inside me...omg my head drops down my arms shake. He pulls my hair jerking my head up i see the moon as i feel him fill my body with life. I am drained my arms give and i lay on the cool sand. My eyes close. When i open them the fire still blazes a blanket covers me i can still smell him on me...tears fall quietly. The dark clouds formed over the bluest of skies to enshroud the beach. The waves, once calm, turned black with the turmoil. As the tide began to rise, the foaming waters enveloped the feet of the disheveled maiden. How has this happened so quickly? The wind turned cold as it picked up fury. Trees began to sway as the storm rolled in through the innocent night. Lightning could be seen on the horizon, touching the sea with its fork-like tongue. Then the rain came, cool and foreboding. The maiden was washed clean of her filth, staring into the night wondering. As the portal opened, a lone figure dressed in black robes walked through. His cowl pulled low to cover his features, he moved across the sand with purpose. Extending his hand to the maiden, with a short, forced gasp of air, the Wizard extended his hand. “My name is Diadem Azmodeus. I have come to show you a new world. The maiden reaches to take his hand...hers trembling. She knows him she remembers his voice from a dream long ago.Teach me..show me please. I am Shaelyne Abbadon. Take me to this new world. As the wind blew the folds of the black robes made a snapping sound with the wind. The storms foul mood had increased. With the coming danger larger and larger waves crashed against the sand pounding a steady rhythm in the night. Moving as one, the two entered the portal. Walking through the other side, a serene waiting room and guest chambers awaited them. With the skill of a tailor, servants stripped the maiden. Dressing her in fine red silks, the servants quickly fell to the shadows. Looking around in wonder, the guest felt a sense of home. Every item had its place and every place had a purpose. “What is the reason you have brought me to this place?” The maiden said with a quiver in her voice. There was no answer. Diadem had stepped on one of the many teleportation pads and retired to a different area of the tower. Left alone in the waiting room, she helped herself to a glass of red wine and a strange book left out for guests to read. Shaelyne sipped the wine slowly her eyes wandered around the room taking it all in. Eyes drifted to the book left out for all to read but she looked for something else. What is here hidden in plain sight. She wanders around hands absently touching the red silk. Closing her eyes she goes over all that happened so quickly. Who is he exactly...what does he want from me? Stepping slowly around the portal she wonders where does it go? She wanders back and looks through the book her head tilted to one side. Her mind wanders instead of reading. She begins to twirl an absent curl that has fallen free. Biting her lip her eyes wander back to the portal. Pulling the skirt up she hesitantly puts one foot then another on it..she wants to know where he hides. The world started to spin and fade from focus. What was happening to the room? The spinning seemed to become uncontrollable as the maiden fell to the floor with a thud. As a pool of drool grew larger on the carpet, unseen workers quickly move the body and replaced the carpeting. The wine in the foyer had been drugged. The screening process for entry into the private club was put in place to keep the riff raff out. They would enter without invitation, thinking that a few gold would be enough to buy entertainment. To that extent they would be offered the wine while they waited for their table. How unfortunate that this new visitor was now a prisoner. The alter room walls were made of the skulls of enemies. Each skull had been placed with such great care that the trained eye would be able to make out the persons name etched in Elven. The room was disturbing. Two black winged Harpies guarded the entrance. Trying to move was impossible. Wizard chains held tight arms and legs bound to the alter of Ro. One of the Harpies hissed in a raspy voice “Your time has come.” The room was colder than most, filled with an ancient evil. “The Lord of 9th does not wait for time.” Another hiss filled with a slight gurgle. As she spoke the last of her words the Harpy with black wings tasted the maiden with a forked tongue. The tongue caressed her body. She pulled at her chains. So fitting she always knew they would come for her. Should she give in or fight? Looking around she prays for him..is he the Lord or a mere wizard? She closes her eyes and falls back without struggle letting it take her. Taste her draw her power know she is not a mere mortal... The wind blows around me as I stand watching. I saw the wizard take the girl. He used a portal how interesting. I know she goes to end her life. We all have to pay the one we draw our power from. Holding out my hand I feel the spray of the water leaping up and almost caressing my skin. Smiling yes i know you want more turning i see him coming an innocent wandering down the path. He sees me and pauses...You are from a dream he says to me. I merely nod and hold out my hand. He moves closer to me. Sand forms around my feet he does not see or notices.The sky cloudy from the wizard serves me well. It called a storm ..smiling to myself. He would be a interesting to challenge who would be win almost like a life size game of chess...almost. The man does not see the darkness rising from the water behind me. He only sees me thin black silk caressing my body. He licks his lips..so easily distracted. He takes my hand and leans over to kiss me. Hands come from around me by back is to my demon. He grabs the man and pulls him around me. Terror fills his eyes. The demon reaches in and takes his beating heart biting down he drains the life blood . Smiling ..why he even does that i do not know he only craves the life force but he loves to be dramatic. Blood splashs up to my face. My demon reaches out and touches it caressing my face. Another time pet he says to me. Diadem had returned to his studies watching the crystal and the new developments at the beach. It would seem that this new guest had powerful allies. The guest, where was she? Taking the teleportation pad to the foyer, the servants informed their master of the chain of events that had recently taken place. So close to the end, it was hard for the maiden to find release. The winged creature was purposely prolonging the torturous end. The other Harpy merely watched and hissed with enjoyment. As the Wizard stepped away from the teleportation pad in the Alter room, quick words of magic fire sent the Harpy against the farthest walls. Her dyeing screams went to deaf ears. “My guest was to be taken to the 2nd level bedroom.” The two walked through a secret wall on the right side to the bedroom. “My apologies, I do not get many guests.” Diadem said with sincerity. Take as much time as you need to clean up. Visit me in the upstairs library when you are rested. The maiden laid on the bed as soon as he was gone. Tears fell from her eyes she could not control them. So many things in her head she does not understand. He seems kind this wizard. But how does she know she will not merely be put back on the alter. Given up to a creature again. She sits up slowly and begins to gather herself. The library...sigh. But am i to be drugged again? I know I was i felt it. Perhaps I should not drink or eat anything here. Clearing her head sighing softly. She puts her hair up gathers her wits about her. Time to find what he truly wants...she thought he was different..his offer..she wants to learn truly but what is the cost? what price must she pay? give her life? She wanders slowly around using stairs seeking the library. She peers in slowly head tilted to one side she watches him. Quietly she enters the room and waits for him to notice her. Looking up from his book with a smile, Diadem motioned for her to sit. (He time had passed quickly and the moons rays could be seen throughthe skylight. “My friend, I am in need of company.” “I have been locked away for too long.”. “Let us explore the world.”. These were the things sheremembered hearing. “The city festival is in town, would you like to attend?”. His smile was sincere and promising. Looking back to his notes, he smiled. How would you like a job? It would seem there is an opening in the alterroom.”Siting down she watched him still shaken from her experience. She noted the way he seemed comforting. Hands in her lap locked together. Why have you locked yourself away? For how long? Her voice seemed but a whisper in the room. She leans forward a little bit. A job? Doing what exactly? Her dark eyes took in every image of him looking for something but she is not sure what yet. Just remembering his face. Wondering what book had his attention. She waited for his response. Yes I would attend it with you...