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 Sorrowful Village of Sorrowful Women
Hand of Fate
Posted: Oct 1 2006, 09:49 PM


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Sorrowful Village of Sorrowful Women
This is a tale of legend… The legend of the Sorrowful Village of Sorrowful Women, and the legend of a hero…

This is but one of the many terrors inflicted on the world, after the formation of all the bandits as one power. This is also the last major scar inflicted on the world by the Red Dragon.

Deep in the darkness of Deadwood lies the small village of the mourning women. It’s said that they are refugees of woman whose villages were destroyed. The bandits of men who laid waste to the villages had a strange moral code. Never kill women. This means that all the men and boys of the villages were killed, leaving the women to mourn them. Often the women were ‘used’ afterwards, and so naturally the women of the village grew a hatred for men. They found each other and started their own village. Those who did not hate men, or who were not raped, where quickly brainwashed into hating men. They were convinced that their fallen husbands and children had ‘abandoned’ them, or something similar to that. Never the less, men were not aloud in the village, and it has been the tradition to never allow women in the village. According to legend, any man who strayed too close to their part of Deadwood were murdered. The ironic part is that most men who were believed to have been killed by the bandits were just used as slaves for many years. Many managed to escape or earn they’re freedom. After all they’re hardships, they found that their wives and daughters might still be alive, in some strange refuge camp in Deadwood. Despite all the rumors about men dying at that village, and the fact that Deadwood just isn’t nice, many men would travel in search of their beloved lost loved ones, only to find their gruesome death.

They say that their leader, a dark demon who fed off the death of men, kept the women forever young. It’s also said that the women were attracted to her dark powers, and that’s how they all gathered up and started the village.

Until… their demon princess was sealed away. One of the boys escaped slavery and found refuge high in the mountains. He did not understand yet how men and women were different, and close to truth, believe all were equal regardless of gender. So seeing his father slain… he believed his mother was also killed. Believing his entire family was slain, the boy dedicated his life to solitude and training. It’s hard to tell whether this man was a mage or a mercenary. Since he had no teacher, he learned how to focus his magic and body equally in his own ways. He was one of the first Heros of old, and is the founder of many spells, as well as the inspiration of Crusader Magic. Alone, this one boy defeated the Red Dragon. He was the one who killed the once great Mercenary who united the bandits in the family of the Red Dragons. The boy infiltrated their main camp… then he challenged and defeated the Bandit King. No one dare challenged the boy after that… and he walked out of the bandit hideout uncontested.

It was later, that he discovered his mother and his childhood sweet heart may still be alive. When he found his way to the Village of Sorrowful Women, as it was called then. He found his sweet heart from so many years ago. She coaxed him into staying in the village and was welcomed with a large feast. In his drink, they snuck in poison most foul. It made him drowsy and weak, but still able to feel pain. Late that night, his sweet heart led a group of women into his room, wearing dark demonic masks of ritual. They restrained him down, then raised their twisted blades into the air. They stabbed down at him, causing small wounds on his massive muscles. Drunken from poison, and awaken from the pain, he screamed. His wounds began to glow and flashes of crimson began to fly from them. It was Bleeding Blades. The women were all slain, and when the boy came too… he saw his beloved… “De.. D-demons! I though they were demons!” he cried running through the village. “Murderer!” the women called to him, “Mother, mother save us!” the women called to their demonic leader.

It was then the boy and the succubus did battle. In the end the boy was victorious, and the beast sealed away.

Little is known of what happened to the boy after that, or what happened to the village.

But recently… beautiful women can be heard laughing in Deadwood. There are some who search for the village to this day. Where the village once stood, now only lays a small convent of nuns. These nuns guard the seal of the succubus, and prevent it from weakening, and letting her power seep out to effect women again. The convent's name has been deemed the Sorrowful Village of Sorrowful Women.

There have been a few reports of missing men in the area… but then again it’s Deadwood… so really…

Recently a strange prayer has been written on a parchment. The parchment hangs from the statue of the demonic leader’s hands. Obviously the nuns have been naughty… Now those who are dark and arcane come to this spot to make various Demon Contracts, and Pacts with the sealed succubus.


Kindness From a Dominatrix
Hello there, kind shadow
Bringer of hatred and sorrow

Lets go back to what made us broken
To what made us open

To find what I’ve wanted all along
A place where I belong

What burns in my heart like crimson red fire
My deepest darkest desire

What I want is power love and time to live
Tell me please, is this what you can give

Sadly it’s beyond your power
So instead let me tell you dear sweet flower

Let me tell you of one like no other
Mine mother’s child, mine sibling’s ((brother for males/Sister for females))

Forgive me for this poem’s poor length
Please let me test mine true strength

I’ll stop you with everything that I am
I’ll fight you until… Damn!

I always try so hard, try my best
But still, I always lose in this quest

You always win so politely
And I always fail so completely

This has been going on for a while
You always stab me with your smile

You always kill me with your kiss
That one attack, where you never miss

I guess I can’t really complain
Ah… now I think that I’m insane

I can’t say it feels too bad
I wonder how many others you’ve had

Anyway, thanks for your kindness
My dear sweet dominatrix
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