Okay... heres the rules for this game.
1. Get a name from here:
http://www.seventhsanctum.com/generate.php?Genname=weirdname2. Bold you name at the top of the post, then continue the story from
the person above you.
I will go first:
The Fourth Unknown Courtesan in the AtrocityThere were hundreds of us, captured by the heinous Mo-Thar, to serve
in his court and forced to entertain his every whim. This repulsive creature
squandered our wealth, and abused our beings day and night. There seemed
to be no end to his perverse pleasure in expolting each one of us.
These were the ancient times, when giants roamed the earth, mighty
creatures of valor and strength. Rulers of the middle kingdoms far below
the realm of Mo-Thar.
I am the eighth child of one of these giants, the only daughter. and whilst
I was the center of my fatherthe king's universe, i lived in a golden guilded,
jewel encrusted tower. My only knowledge of the outside world was a small
window, that when I stepped on my chamber pot, could just see out.
One day, while struggling to see the auburn skies and lavender hills, I saw
a creature I had never seen before. He was beautiful, and I gasped as I
struggled to hang onto the cold stone window sill.
I knew my father and brothers were entertaining potential suitors for me.
And my quickened pulse gave away my hopes that this beautiful creature would
be deemed worthy by my father and brothers as a suitor.
It was my 300th birthday, and in the distance, could hear the excitement of
the servants and slaves making preparations for my celibration. It was one
of those rare events that I was allowed out of my tower and get to see my
father's subjects.
Inspite of my jeweled imprisonment, when my father an brothers would go off
to far lands, they always came home with precious and rare gifts for me. My
favorite of these was a small cube, which had a small universe within. I
would reach my hand in, and when I pulled it out, the most beautiful stars
would glitter on my hand, and I would stroke my long hair with these stars,
making myself irrisitably sparkly!
I also treasured the harp my eldest brother brought
back one day. It had been carved out of a single pearl, and its strings
were spun by the golden orb spiders, who would magickally gift the
owner of their instruments with a magickal voice that could melt even
the coldest of hearts.
Suddenly, I started to rouse, and realized it was just me dreaming again,
in this cold, dark and dank prison cell, one foot chained to the floor.
Curse that Mo-Thar! I wondered if any of my brothers and father were still
alive. The beautiful song from the pearl harp suddenly transformed back
to the whimpers and howls of pain from the other captives of Mo-Thar in the
dungeon. Luckily, as heinous as he was, he allowed me to bring ONE treasure
with me after capturing me. I chose the harp, as I knew one day, it would
be my saving grace.
Topic: The Seventh Sanctum