Had another idea recently...

[Dracco Knightblade]

So here I am once again with yet another idea that I'll prattle off to see if anyone enjoys the premise. 

  This one is more or less an idea that stems off the design of fantasy running into modern reality or something of that sort. 

  The story thus far goes as follows:

  Many thousands of years ago, there existed a land that was dotted about with smaller fiefdoms that were ruled over by one clan leader, a Barron of sorts, who oversaw and made all the important decisions involving the surrounding clans and what they would do.  Usually gathering the leaders in a 'moot' of sorts to decide whether or not to plant, barter over land disputes and of course most importantly, who would wed whose daughter to keep the blood line fresh and the like. 

  The Barron had a beautiful wife who was with child at the time, was drawing near time of birth.  The Barron, a boisterous and hearty man threw a celebration for the coming of the day when his wife went into labour.  There was much drinking, feasting, and laughter to be had, all manner of jokes about the hearty old Barron 'still having it' and whatnot else were thrown about. 

  Though when a midwife entered into the fray with a forlorn look about her features, the music, dancing, and all other manner of festivities ceased near immediately.  The Barron's wife had died during child birth, though the baby had been saved.  The Barron was inconsolable for the loss of his wife, the only solace that he found was in seeing his young baby girl.  Though at the same time, seeing her was a torture to him at the same time, especially as she grew. 

   She had so much of her mother in her that it pained the aging Barron to no end to even gaze upon her whenever she came to greet him or to show him something she'd made.  Her 10th birthday came and went and the Barron was starting to wonder if his family line was about to be cut, a war had encroached from the East, already claiming the lands of one of the clans, the remaining kinsmen of whom he now sheltered within his walls.  The war continued to grow throughout the lands, talk of an unknown kind of creature that wandered with the armies of the black mask whispered through the men that survived and fled to the Barron for protection. 

  The Barron, growing increasingly worried for his daughters safety began to search out anyone that could offer protection, absolute protection for his baby girl.  The years wore on, and nothing was coming into the light that showed the Barron a way out.  Armies were sent out after the dark shadows that swept across the forested land where no man dared venture anymore, the Barron's lands were now almost barren of life  and food was becoming scarce as was space.  Though...it seemed as if the evil that swept the land had begun to subside...As no more people came to the Barron's fortress to claim sanctuary for months at a time.  Though one wintery day, the tide took a turn for the worse. 

  The Barron's pride and joy, his daughter, now in her late teens, had fallen ill with something that his healers couldn't explain, nor could they heal.   There she lay in her bed most days, wasting away, barely eating...that is until an old, cloaked woman approached the fortress gates from within the crowd of peasants and soldiers alike who had taken up refuge in the Barron's surrounding lands, she offered the Barron something that he could not refuse. He offered to save his daughter from her fate, in exchange for an amount of gold and land that the Barron knew he couldn't afford.  Bu he agreed anyway. 

  The woman stayed locked in the room with the Barron's daughter for nearly a fortnight before to everyone's surprise, the Barron's daughter emerged from behind the heavy oaken doors holding the woman's hand.  The cloaked woman asked for her payment after the Barron rejoiced, he told the fortress purser to take her away to pay her.  In reality...the purser took her to the dungeons where she was locked away in the darkness.  What the Barron didn't know was that the woman in question was actually a witch of the worlds, traveling too and fro between the vails that separated reality from myth.  She had heard the cries of the ailed young girl, she didn't want to die, she didn't want to leave her father alone...so she came to help, asking something but a small fee in compare to the fathers love for his daughter; and this was how she was repaid. 


  She stewed in the darkness of the dungeons for weeks on end, her mind twisting and brewing up a fate that was worse than death for the Barron..she'd steal the one thing away from him that he valued more than life itself...she would kill his daughter and make him watch. 

  Within the weeks to come, the daughter became ill once again though this time with something far worse than anything she'd previously had.  She became bed ridden, her body covered in sores that oozed puss and she couldn't eat, her body began to waste away and she was on the verge of death once again; the only sounds that echoed through the fortress apart from the wails of sorrow the barron let out, were the maniacle laughter of the witch from the dungeons...as her curse was coming to fruition. 

  The barron summoned the witch from the dungeons and begged her forgiveness, giving her all of the gold from the treasury and the deed to the plot of land that she'd wanted beforehand, apologizing up and down while the cries of pain from his daughter were heard echoing through the hall even at that moment.  The witch, thinned and malnourished, rose before the cowering, elderly barron and placed a hand on her shoulder before she'd simply say "This curse cannot be undone, just as the damage that you have bestowed upon me cannot be forgiven...She will die, in absolute agony and sorrow, knowing it was her father's greed that had undone her."

  She turned to leave the chamber to find the young girl and tell her exactly what her father had done, but the barron snatched her hand and pulled her down to him, crying and begging through the sobs of agony for his daughter, he begged her to bestow the curse upon her.  Anything, -anything- to save his little girl.  The witch of course, grinned in an evil kind of way before she would continue in a harsh tone of voice "Your daughter will be spared, you will be besieged by the disease put upon her, and the pain that you bestowed upon me, oh 'mighty barron'.  But there is a price...and a dear one at that.  You must use this."

  The witch would produce a dagger from within her long, flowing white hair, the dagger was made of pure gold, minus the tip of the blade, which looked to be made of bone of some sort.  "Pierce her heart with this, and she shall be saved for all eternity, though your soul will be mind forever more.  Pity, a barrons greed or the love of a father. Which will prove to be stronger?"   The witch simply left it at that as she dropped the dagger in front of the barron. 

  The man spat curses through his sobs of agony at the witch as she sauntered out of the room and disappeared into the darkened hallways of the fortress.  The man was left alone with his thoughts, finally...he heard one more scream from his daughters room and he knew that he had to save her, even if it meant doing the unthinkable. 

  Taking the dagger in hand, he wandered down the hallways to her chambers, where he'd find the interior of the room stinking of death and decay, his daughter's body lay twitching under the sheets, she looked a mere skeleton, most of her beautiful hair had fallen out, her eyes were sunken, and she could no longer see, her eyes turned a creamy white.  She tried to call to her father once more, but all that came was a wail of agony as she vomitted on the floor again.  Seeing this, the barron whispered "I love you, my sweet daughter..."  Before plunging the dagger clean through the girls heart.  The girl would shriek for but a moment and then fell silent.

  The sound of her beating heart echoed through the blade that pierced it for but a moment, and then ceased.  The girl lay dead before him.  The barron had killed his only daughter...He screamed in agony as nothing seemed to be happening at all, throwing curses to the sky, damning whatever gods there may be, the man fell to his knees and wept at his daughters bed side.  Though...his breath caught in his throat and he felt a great pain starting to boil in his belly that radiated outwards, like an inferno sweeping through a forest of dry tinder. 

  Looking at himself he could see his body whither away, viens opening on his hands and neck without even a knick to be held anywhere, his blood snaking out of his body in tendrils that wound their way through the air via some invisible force.  The daggers handle had opened and spread...his blood spilling into the dagger and flowing into the young girls corpse...The girls pale grey skin beginning to plump out again, her body filling out to her normal size as the barrons body began to break out in sores, boils, and his internal organs shut down one at a time.  Before the barron went entirely blind, his eyes beheld his daughter's own opening for the first time in ages...The creamy white replaced with a shimmering red that almost glowed, she'd say "papa?" Once before the barron's body fell to the side, drained of life entirely; his soul claimed by the witch who wandered back into the forests, never to be seen again. 

  The girl however...was seen as an abomination, her skin stripped of colour of life, her body grey and cold, no heartbeat to be held, her etherial glowing red eyes and long white hair struck fear into all those around her.  They tried to kill her, but...how do you kill something that is already dead?  Chasing her from the fortress, they tracked her through the forests until they found her cowering and crying, completely healed of all wounds that had fallen to her from their axes, swords, arrows and even torches, shivering and weeping.  They realized that they could not harm her....she was damned.  Ordained to walk the earth forever as an undead with a soul.  Unrotting, unchanging, forevermore what she is. 

  They took her from the forests, dressed her in burial garb, bound her hands and feet together and sealed her inside of an iron coffin and buried it in a peat bog that was nearby.  Hoping that she would find some form of rest in the centuries to come. 


   After these events, the fiefdoms fell into chaos, war erupted throughout the land, the people were wiped clean and the land reclaimed what once belonged to it.  And on some nights, it is told that in the bogs...screams and cries of sorrow could still be heard, and if one was lucky...and at the right time of day, just before dusk but not quite night, once could catch a glimpse of a young girl, clad in sheer white wandering the bogs, in search of someone, her red eyes piercing into the very souls of those that gaze upon her. 


   

  SOO!!!  That's the story anyways...the RP idea is based around the 'history' in that story.  The girl does still exist, though...she is extremely secretive and shy, the witch, still exists, or maybe her great, great, great, great grandaughter or something of the like exists today.  Modern times have encroached on the lands, though nobody builds in a peat bog, so that area of the woodland surrounding a modern European township/city is more or less left alone.  Sometimes campers go out there looking for a way to 'get away from it all' as there is mysteriously, no cell reception or whatnot else out there.   

  The idea stems from this, or something like it. You see...the Barron's daughter had a lover in secret as well, a pauper whom she'd fallen in love with, she didn't really know why, but...she just did. He unfortunately was the one that made her ill to begin with..he had fallen ill and she kept sneaking off to tend to him.  He died in her arms and promised that he'd see her again, nothing could keep them apart.  So...cut to modern times again! 

   My character may be something of an incarnation of the girls lover in ancient times, she normally steers clear of anyone that comes into the bogs, except to maybe steal food, water or maybe something else, like clothing from the girls that go swimming in hot springs that are around the area, so she does have a -slight- modern look to her...maybe.  Details details details...lol.  Anyways.
   The witch's family took up that land that she was promised and they had lived there ever since ancient times, though as modern society and whatnot started to spring up, the witch started to sell her surrounding lands and that is where the township/city that this will be taking place in/around came from.   The great, great, great, great, great granddaughter of the witch still lives there, she keeps an eye on things, she knows the history and whatnot else, aaand she keeps an eye on anyone that goes camping under the guise of being a 'wilderness director' or something of the sort, think forest ranger.  Now the original witch knew about the lover of the barrons daughter, why? The daughter told her while she was healing her, So she may or may not know the essence that follows my character into the woods. 

  I dunno...I've not really completed the idea yet, but I just figured that hey! This is an interesting story, maybe it could be turned into an interesting 'love triangle' of sorts.  *Shrugs*   Or something...who knows?