Charice Boulderaire the Arrogant Orchestrator of Order, Imperial War Master

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Chapter 7

From Shriek of sorrows to a sound as piercing as the sharpest sword.
Charice's voice had shifted anew. She realized there was no reason to hide
behind her various identities as Thera was recognizing her as something more.

Her sect filled as did the various halls of the Empire, and she knew all
pride aside that she had a grand hand in such.
Her call to arms had stirred many from their slumber. Her blazing signal from
her horns filled every crack and crevice within Thera.
Bringing to her those willing to lay down their life for the cause of
Civilization. How could one, now accomplished among the realms still draw on
sorrow.
When her inspiration was of clear choosing, what brought her to this
position. Rallying was her calling. Destruction and Rebirth her wish.
She could not stop now however, as there was much accomplished much still
awaited her call. Her lord wished the blood of Enemies to fertilize the
Imperial lands
and so she would make it be. The council still required filling and of course
the current "Emperor" would bring it back to his former glory. Whereas
Charice was willing to bide her time as Imperial Warmaster.
She realized that it was now in her best interest to mold one fit for the
Imperial Throne. It was with these words, and her enlivened voice that she
would call to arms those necessary to bring glory upon the Empire.
For she saw it no other way-

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Chapter 6

After the death of her late drowish husband, she had achieved a scale of
fulfillement that was satisfying in enough of a degree for her to set out to
new goals. Goals that would live on well past her last fleeting breath. War
from her insides had been waged from the day she was sold to the highest
bidder, and now like any artist she wished to excercise her art upon a
materialistic scale. Bring dreadful metaphors into existent upon a canvas as
vast as the realms itself. She dawned a new name, and identity and set her
sights out for the Empire. In her mind she figured it was her path. A social
echleon bred on Greed, War, and Power. Nothing more fitting for an ice queen
as herself. Her voice, an instrument she had simply utilized to bring in men
as a siren would in times now passed, had now become an object of power in
this quest. With one note she could bring a village under imperial command,
lace poison within each hook and strum of a lyre producing ghastly effects.
She set out immediately under the tutelage of her now deceased husband she
would set out to dominate and restore a palace fitting for one as herself.
Now under the name Charice.

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Chapter 5

Many years had passed and Clautia simple ceased to exist within the realms,
without any looking for her whereabouts she was never thought of. Little
concern being brought upon the young girl of a time now passed. In her place
however- someone new emerged. A manifestation not quite human almost devilish
in properties. Hung upon a lust for things as she saw them. Within the hands
of another she merely lived by the philosophy that they simply held it in
preparation for her to obtain. What she sought...she acquired be it an item
of opulence or a talent of times now passed. She worked as a minstrel at a
local bar by trade. Making men her first and primary targets. None escaped
her grasp as she tried to quench a thirst that knew no end. To suck them dry
till they hung upon the cusp of life and death itself. Her murder count was
simply another notch on her belt of twisted thorns. She lived for herself and
by herself. Renaming herself and remarrying along the way till she knew
longer knew who she was herself. The only piece that remained of the young
and naive beauty known as Clautia was in her song. Hidden away beneath the
sorrowful hook and piercing chord. A girl who thirsted for the world and knew
no ends to fulfillment. Who would as she could see it. Have the world cradled
within her arms.

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Chapter 4

Years had passed and the frail and young girl who had once feared this man
had now succumbed to something of new shape. She had grown deathly beautiful
in the short years hair of crimson now trickled down her back as the blood
that once poured from her body. Eyes of ruby studied everything but focused
on nothing all at once, as if the gift of sight was something she knew
nothing of. Her once battered body had now grown sinewy in form, full and
voluptuous to his wishes. She was no longer a child, hardly such. A human was
even a lack of better words for what she had become. She was a specimen that
favored existing by means of torture just as he. His once blank canvas now
painted to form and assimilate a metaphor for poison itself. He stood aside
from her, she preparing his daily meal of bloodied-wine and spinach greens.
From her bossom she ever so slightly placed her hands, swiftly gathering a
vial from a chain that traced her necklace. It was beautiful really a jeweled
spider of ebony, colored with ruby upon its underside. From it she tapped
its contents into his wine ensuring he had not noticed. Humming a simple and
treacherous requiem to herself she placed the contents on the table eyeing
him slightly. She was now a form bent by his whim she sat as he wished,
talked as he wished, and did his orders with little more than a second
thought. But today- she had hit her point of no return. Today she would break
his hold for good.

He began to take a bite from his food eyeing Clautia all the while. He smiled
to her, teasing her with his ice-bitten eyes. Taking up his drink he began to
sip, and finally gulp down its contents with a pleased expression. He
uttered but a few share words before he slumped to the grown, writhing in
place as her cold eyes assessed her work.

His last words to her forever more where simple but sank into her heart like
the most potent poison. *Today I have birthed a spider, today I have birthed
a widow*

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Chapter 3

He was hardly anything she had witnessed before, he exuded a cold and
negative energy as he thoroughly scrutinized her body. Thoroughly pleased
with his purchase. Reaching within the recesses of his pocket he gathered a
red glove, layered with ruby and red stone alike. Slipping them on he
silently stepped to Clautia who silently protested, automatically guarding
her face. It was time for him to teach. Her to listen. And where she answered
wrong...to be beaten to his highest form of pleasure. Her body had grown numb
by this point. His heavily reinforced gloves had smacked her pale flesh and
left scattered bruises like fresh paint upon a canvas. She once stomached to
ask why spend so much for a sex slave when all they where to meet was
torture. And his answer was enough to chill her core. His arousing and
pleasure came from her discomfort. His lust for destruction fed his love for
her. In a twisted fate she was only inacting her duties as his slave and
faithful muse.

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Chapter 2

She had been here before...

The memory was hazy but it was a place of her greatest fears.
The day was still fresh in memory. She was sold to the highest bidder with
little to nothing she could do about it. Her fate was sealed in a golden
amount and she was ushered off to her new lord.

And here she was, succumbing to a man who wanted to live out her worst fears,
break her to her innermost core and than, and only than would he be
satisfied. Like a lethal injection of poison he wished to hold her upon the
brink of life and death for as long as he could. Some mistaken it for love,
others a tragedy. But one thing was sure, Clautia would not emerge from this
the same.

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Chapter 1

As your eyes begin to look over the entry with wonder, you become connected
by the very reading. Following the venemous voice that has slowly made its
way into your mind. Seeping into the deepest realms of your subconcious
narrarting entry by entry with sorrow-filled words.



Frost


Shes of puriest breed, one of hamsahs more wealthy families for that
matter.


Bids will begin at...


500 gold pieces....

Not a sound nor a murmur filled the room as bidding process began, a heavily
drunken, heavily drugged Clautia stumbled within a glass cage of sorts. As
her assets where scrutinized and the highest bidder took home their prizes
at the end of the night. Cheap perfume and ale permeated off her glistening
body. Her view was hazy under the blinding light, and the more she attempted
to focus on her surroundings the more her head spun in agony. Whispered
voices rose in pitch calling out number foreign to the young clautia.


800....


950...

1600...

As the numbers rose Clautias tiny heart began to wither. Hope was not upon
her side this bitter night. The light dimmed and a final number was called
from a muscular duergar being in the corner.

A drowish woman, young in age well curved and wearing a tastefully revealing
outfit approached Clautia ripping her from the grounds embrace with ease. She
was quickly robed and ushered off through a series of corridors before she
was brought before an opulent figure. Whos mere presence brough the room to
sub-zero levels. Eyes never met but words where shared in which the great
figure whispered sleep to the young Clautia, who openly took the invitation.

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