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 Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 2:01 am
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 2:07 am
 1. Intro Post
2. Table of Contents
3. Lay of the Land
4. Aurora's Development
5. The Guardian
6. Relations and Aquanitences
7. Scrap Book
8. Journal Tracker
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 8:07 am
 Description of home and surrounding land
Her home in reference to major outpostings ( Castle Lillith, The Kings castle, etc.)
Will include pictures whenever I have time.
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 8:24 am
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 8:25 am
  Click for Larger Image!
Name: Cathleen Ann Morgan
Age: 21
Height: 5'1
Weight: 120 lbs
Eye color: brown
Hair: A brilliant red, filled with curls.
Figure: somewhat busty, slim with strong muscles for working her farm.
Date of birth: Unknown other then 21 years ago
Enjoys: Weaving, dancing, learning and teaching, visiting her fathers grave, visiting the village, all sorts of sweets, and tending to her land.
Dislikes: Uninvited guests, being harrased by the villagers, being talked about behind her back, not getting payment for a custom weaving order, and sour things.
Favorite color: light blue and dark green
Marrital status: Single
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 8:26 am
 Cathleen's relations
Mother: Left her and her father when she was 6 years old. She doesn't have much of a recolection of her mother other then the picture of her that sat on the mantle above the fire place. Her father when he was alive would sit and stare at that picture by the firelight many a night and Cathleen could only wonder what he was thinking.
Father: Died when she was 16 from a heat stroke. He was all she had left and the money left to her in his will was only enough to pay for his funeral and a plain wooden cross. The local woodsman carved her fathers name into the wooden cross free of charge, for he had been a friend of the family for many a year. He died at the young age of 55.
Aurora's relations
soon to come
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 8:27 am
 Place to put snap shots of Succubus as it grows
Place to put Items and things that Aurora will come across in exploring what not X3.
A Golden Afternoon
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 8:28 am
 Keeps track of important plot twisting posts with possible links to page within journal or throughout store or guild of where it is.
Also keeps track of past play dates and such.
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 8:29 am
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 8:31 am
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 8:33 am
The Return and the Proclimation.
The sound of the clacking of hooves on a cobbled road was quite loud, and it stirred the red headed girl from her awkward slumber. She raised her head unwillingly, only to then glare into the setting sun off on the imaginary horizon, created by the tops of the lesser village huts of the east side. Everything was encased in a golden orange tint and it seemed to dance in the suns dying beams. All around her people sat in the shaky caravan, as it made its way through the deserted village, returning back to the homes that they had abandoned for so long because of the threat of the devious queen Lilith and her hordes of succubi. It had been almost three months and word had finally reached their makeshift camps, lying along their sister village, stating that it was finally safe to return home. Right after she was notified of this, Cathleen Ann Morgan packed up her campsite, and all the food she could muster in such harsh times, and hopped onto the first caravan she could. The quicker she would return home the better.
They had been traveling for a total of two days now and they were almost to their destination. The people were tired and the horses exhausted, but they pushed on. The village was in a depressing state having been desolate for so long. Windows smashed from those who stayed behind, to pillage whatever was left, out of desperation. Some houses partially burned down to the ground from that fateful battle that will forever be a memory in all of the villager’s fears. So many scars to come home to and Cathleen began to wonder why she should have ever bothered. But she quickly ridded herself of these sorts of thoughts and vowed to herself that no matter how many hardships that she was to go through she would never think like that again.
The Caravan like buggy soon stopped and it took her awhile to notice where they were and the fact that this was her stop permeated into her brain only after it started moving again. She quickly called out halting it once more and gathered her few but important things and hopped down from the oversized contraption. She struggled to hold up her things and watched as they disappeared behind a few buildings. She glanced around, an eerie feeling seeming to stalk her as she took in, from ground level, all the damage that had taken place.
She actually did not live right there exactly, but in fact about 3 miles from the city limits. With the scheduled stops though her choice was limited on close stopping points fore everyone else lived on the other side of the village, and it would have been a major detour. She had a 3 mile trudge ahead of her and the sun was soon to set so she lifted her bags and settled them the best she could and started walking.
The trip to her house was pretty uneventful except for the random call of a wolf howling to the full moon that had risen since she had broken from the caravan. Things seemed scary but she wouldn’t let them get to her until she got home, which she did in two hours time. Her home was far away from the center of town and being at the age of 21 with no other existing family known, life was pretty tough for her, even before the succubi attacked. She lived by her self in a house that was left to her in her fathers will and she mostly sustained herself off of the land around her. She was a tailor at best and people from the deepest parts of the city would come to her, to have garments sewn of the most elaborate kind, long as they provided the fabric, of course. She also was a very skilled weaver and took up a lot of time working to make blankets for those who did not have homes. She didn’t get much of an income but she got by, and she was grateful for that.
Cathleen walked up to her front door happy that the pillagers had not brought their path of destruction this way for her house seemed to be in quite good order from the outside. On her door was tacked a note of what seemed to be some imperial matter. She wondered, as she laid down her belongings and plucked the parchment from her own door, what in the blazes the king would want with a simpleton like her. She decided to wait to read it by the lantern she had until she was inside and shielded from the cold night breeze.
Stepping inside she got her first look of her house since she had been there last, and though it might not have seemed like anyone had done any harm to the outside of the house, the inside was a total contradiction. Someone had been here and her furniture lay in shambles and everything was in disarray. Her heart froze at the sight of her dead grandmother’s antique clock lying in shambles upon the rug, having fallen from atop a dresser in the front room that had been rifled through. Harsh tears stung at her eyes as she bent down to pick up the broken pieces of the clock that would no longer tell time. She then wondered what other valuables might have been stolen, but remembered that there wasn’t much and all that she could carry that was severely important she had taken with her to the refuge camp.
Sitting on the rug mourning the shattered clock Cathleen had totally forgotten about the parchment that was on her door. She grabbed the oil lamp that she had and read it in the dim light that it provided. It was a proclamation of a new law that if any person was caught with a succubus egg they were to be either fined heavily or put to death.
She thought this proclamation odd and it infuriated to the point of where she ripped it to shreds tossing it all around her. She felt dizzy from all of the emotions that flowed through her. She wished she had someone to console her, but there was nothing; emptiness, save for a few scurrying mice crawling in the walls.
She was becoming tired and the burn from the tears lingered on her face. She stood up leaving everything but the lamp and receded to her bedroom where she stripped the bed of its sheets and grabbed a nice warm blanket that she had weaved that was hanging over the back of a chair. She had then lay down upon the old mattress pulling the woven blanket up around her chin and turned down the lamp to where it would extinguish itself in a few seconds.
Tomorrow would be another day, and though she knew all the problems wouldn’t disappear while she slept she still knew that it would be better to get a good nights rest so that she can work on fixing things up in the morning. The Gardens needed to be checked and a few chores around the house to be done before anything further could be taken into measure. She heaved out one last sigh after recapping all the events of the day and let sleep claim her, mind body, and soul.
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 8:40 am
The Discovery of Fate
When Cathleen awoke to the sound of singing birds outside her sun-bathed window she just laid in bed for a while wondering curiously what might lay ahead. She thought of the strenuous work of her cleaning up her home and gathering enough money to buy food for the whole of winter because her garden had not been tended too and she knew the plants were over grown and needed tending to. It probably needed re-plowing again to wait for spring for a new crop. She had a few unnecessary valuables that she could sell to make enough, but there were a couple things she was hesitant to part with; such as the locket her father had given to her.
After contemplating about the future for 15 minutes, she quickly sat up in the bed throwing off the sheets for though they were newly replaced, the sheets themselves needed to be washed after sitting in the linen closet for so long. She re-dressed into a fresher pair of clothes from the floor of her bedrooms disheveled wardrobe and gathered up the soiled sheets and clothes in a basket. Once the basket was full she took it from the room and walked down the hall to once again view the crime scene that had made her so upset the night before. She had half hopped that the mess would have cleaned itself during the night, but she knew for a fact it was only a dream.
She noticed all the mud that, the vagrants who tempted to enter the unwatched home, had dragged into the house. Splintered wood lay everywhere from furniture that had carelessly been tossed aside to get to possible hiding places within the floor boards of her small home. So many things needing repair, and so many things that have been apart of her life that are ruined and beyond all repair; all of it brought a deep sadness to her heart, but she decides to move on.
She gathered up any articles of clothing from the rest of the house that was worth keeping and made her way outside the door to visit her homes well. She was going to gather the water in which to wash her clothes and fabrics. It was not long before she was standing next to the well that was on the outskirts of the privately owned. The sunlight streamed down, through the wind whipped leaves, onto the ground below, making the shadows dance, and this vision in itself seemed a good omen. Cathleen set the th basket beside the small well wiits old grey stone structure and worn brown wooden roof and took the bucket from beside the basket. She gazed deep into the black well and it was hard to see how far down it went and something didn’t seem right with the reflection that returned to her eyes above.
Before sending down the bucket she tested the rope to make sure it was not weathered through to where the weight of the bucket would snap it. It seemed structurally safe and so she placed it into the mouth of the well and began cranking it down to the precious water below. When it had reached bottom, the water seemed harder then what it was supposed to be and when cranking it back up it seemed to weigh twice as more then it ever would. Something was wrong and when she lifted it up to the top she understood what it was. The bucket was full to the brim with stinking mud. All the water was gone, and dirt had been tossed down the well to contaminate whatever was left.
“How could they!” She screamed tossing the bucket back into the well. Mud splashed all down the front of her dress and all over the mouth of the well. Cathleen screamed out again into the deserted surroundings of her field, where only a light warm breeze drifted. She collapsed to her knees sobbing into her muddy skirt. Ideas of all the suffering and pain that she has endured, ever since the battling had begun, came rushing to her head at once filling it with a dark and ominous mood. Remembering once more the dream that had plagued her the night it all began. She wanted it all to end.
She had sat there in the grass for over an hour crying, when finally her sobs had quieted enough to where she could hear the whisper of the wind all around her. Something felt odd to her and it traveled on the breeze, slinking its way to form a chill up and down her spine. Almost as if someone were watching her from afar. She didn’t look up from her position but she could sense it now all around her and whatever it was; was powerful. And then she heard it; A faint jingling of a tiny bell. It wasn’t far from where she was and it called to her.
She looked up, eyes red and puffy with tears as she looked straight ahead, listening once again for that sound. It brought hope to her ears and her body felt a longing to be with whatever it was that was calling to her. She stood up a little too fast and tripped into a slow sprint in a straight path towards where the sound originated. She was led to a tree where, at the base among the roots, sat the very thing that was calling her. Dark and shimmering in the most peculiar way, the egg sat while splashes of sunlight danced upon it. Its little bell jingled from the wings that sprouted from the egg; they flapped in a rhythmic pattern against its own shell.
Collapsing in front of it Cathleen picked up the egg gently in both hands and gazed at it in wonderment. The bell silenced itself but the egg almost shivered in her hands as she held it so close to her body. It was warm and it filled her with the slightest sensation of hope, and that was all she needed to feel like there was a chance again. The wind blew around her and the egg, tossing her red curls up and around her face, and when the wind stopped, she stood and began making her way back to the well to gather up all her things. Upon arriving at the basket she quickly folded the delicate egg within the sheets, glancing nervously all around her, and hurried back to her home.
To be Continued...
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 8:48 am
The Clean Up
Once inside Cathleen starred around confused at her surroundings. Everything seemed so surreal now that she has touched that egg. A new life of taking care of something gave her hope. Though she didn’t exactly know what she was getting herself into; she had some feeling that it would be something she would like. She walked to her bedroom and placed the basket with the egg deep within her closet. Cathleen needed to get some water to clean the clothing items and her floors. Many days of dust lay stale on the cold wooden planks and no ordinary broom would be able to sweep it all up. Also the fireplace was dirty with coal from the last fire that was lit before they had to evacuate the village. Soot was every where and the chimney needed to be checked for any uninvited families of squirrels before any fire could be lit.
She placed over her shoulders a large beam of wood that held at each end a wooden bucket. Also in both of her hands was the rough rope of a bucket for water gathering. Cathleen made her way with this heavy equipment down to the stream within the forest and carefully gathered as much water as she could carry. She made her way back with little struggle, having lifted heavier for even longer distances. She was a tough girl and could take care of herself. She had to for she was all she had since her father died so long ago. ‘Well,’ she thought, ‘not all that I have. There is Mac Greene, the woodsman. I haven’t seen him in so long. I wonder if he survived the battling.’
Mac Greene was one of the village’s woodsmen and he had stayed behind to fight the succubi and incubi off. She had heard no news whatsoever of his whereabouts or even if he survived the terrible battles. She didn’t have much hope for his survival, but if he was indeed still alive she would welcome his friendship whole heartedly for he had been a friend of her father for a very long time. Circumstances weren’t so good though for after her father’s death she had seen less and less of Mac. He would only come by once a year to chop wood for the fireplace for winter. She missed him terribly.
Arriving at her doors the sun was at high noon and her stomach growled with hunger. She place down the buckets outside the door and headed inside to search the kitchen for anything edible. She found a few strips of jerky left untouched and some molding cheese that needed some scrapping before consuming. She ate the food hungrily and found herself once again sedated. She stored the rest for later and returned outside to gather her water.
Bringing in one bucket she placed it in the middle of the floor and then removed any of the rugs from the floor. She also went to the kitchens closet and grabbed a broom and dust pan and swept up all the debris from the broken floor boards. Once the floor was ready to clean she stood over the bucket, brushes close by her and an apron on and splashed the bucket of water upon the wood. Immediately she got down on her hands and knees and started scrubbing away.
Three hours later Cathleen was exhausted having used two buckets on cleaning up the floors of her entire house. Her floors gleamed up at her and she smiled back and such a fine job she did, and also happy that a return trip to the stream for more water would be necessary for she had all she needed to wash the clothes; One bucket to scrub and one to wash off the soap. Cathleen went into her closet and gathered up the basket. She moved to her bed and set it down, carefully removing the egg from within the folds of the dirty clothes. She places it atop her pillow and walks out of the room and locking the door with her skeleton key that had been in her apron pocket this entire time. She steps out into the back yard near the clothes line between two trees where a washing tin sat waiting to be used.
The clothes were scrubbed, rinsed, and then hung over the draped clothes line and she returned to her home with an empty basket in tow. The sun was almost setting now and she smiled. All that was left was to bring in the rugs and a bit of dusting else where around the house and it would be ready for living. Cathleen decided that tomorrow would be a perfect day to go into town and see about getting some money by exchanging some of her valuables with cash and preparing for the winter. She’d expect some people would be there by now, and she could only hope that some livestock would be available. A chick or two, a goat, and maybe even a mule to keep until the next spring so that she can plant her long harvest foods; these would be the ideal things for her to find once she traveled out to the village.
Evening was gaining quickly as she dusted the last shelf. She entered her bedroom and saw that the egg was undisturbed. She was exhausted and deemed herself too tired to work anymore and there wasn’t enough good food in the house for her to have something this night and something for her journey tonight and her travels tomorrow so she decided not to eat all together. She curled up on the sheet less bed and cradled the egg in her arms stroking it gently with one slender finger. It seemed like it nestled closer to her and warmth was brought to her whole body. She soon fell asleep.
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 8:55 am
Lilith’s Decree
The next day Cathleen arose warm in the light of the sun that streamed through her window. She sat up rubbing her eyes in the golden light. She was careful not to crush the egg that lay right next to her. It jumped slightly and Cathleen smiled. She placed it upon the pillow once more and went with the basket out to collect the dried laundry. It smelt of fresh dew but was completely dry. She folded the articles as she placed them in the basket and then headed inside to get dressed and prepared for the journey to the village.
She placed the articles where they belonged and when that was finished with she took a small tour around the house collecting once again in the basket anything of value that she could possibly sell in the market for some money for the winter. She gathered a few of her old woven blankets, some jewelry that she no longer needed, and a music box that still played a beautiful tune. The only thing she came across that she defiantly would not sell was the locket her father gave her on her 16th birthday. She wore it close to her heart everyday. Inside was the only picture that remained of her father and mother together. She would never ever give up this precious treasure.
She gathered up the things and after checking once more on the egg she set off with a bag of the sellable items over her shoulder.
It took her only two hours to get to the village and it was somewhat busy, though it was nothing like before the battle. She glanced around nervously as she was almost run over by a carriage. Cathleen picked up the pace and followed her nose the smell of sweet meat and breads. The smells were centralized in the middle of the market. She was happy when she came across it. She began her search of the trader and soon found him on the end of one of the many rows of merchants.
“Hello, Gerwin. I have some things to sell to you today.” She said smiling.
Gerwin looked up with a cold stare and looked at the load that she carried from his seat. He stood up and helped her empty out the things in her bag. He started separating the things that he would accept from the things that he deemed unworthy of trade. A few trinkets and the music box was all that he would accept.
“I’ll give you 25 crowns for all of this.” He said; his voice stern and almost threatening.
Cathleen looked around, biting her bottom lip. That was hardly anything and she needed a lot more if she was going to survive the winter. She looked around at the things he denied, trying to find some exscuse to get more for what she had. She saw a glimmer of gold in the corner of her eye, and then she remembered the item around her neck that she would never give up. It was all she had on her and she needed enough to support whatever was in that egg. She took a deep breath.
“What would you give me for this?” She said holding up her golden locket to glimmer in the sunlight.
He eyed it curiously and picked it up into his hand. He weighed it and checked inside and the chain itself.
“Seems to be pure; 450 crowns for the lot.” His eyes lay greedily on the necklace.
“Make it 500 crowns and you have a deal.” She said, eyes seeming greyer then normal. That necklace meant so much more to her then just 500 crowns, but she knew with that amount, her and whatever was in that egg would survive the winter.
“Fine, I’ll pay your blasted price.” He said tugging on the necklace roughly enough to snap the clasp in the back. It was gone. For over 5 years she had worn that necklace in memory of her parents. She cried out for one last glance.
“Wait!” She hesitantly took the necklace from his hands, his face seeming angered and impatient. She opened it one last time and removed the images of her parents and placed them carefully into her apron pocket and then returned the golden necklace into his hand. She collected her money and gathered the unworthy items and walked off before the tears began welling to her eyes. Her heart was heavy and she wandered around the market for many a minute before she remembered the egg that still was at home and her new task at hand.
In the next few hours Cathleen was able to buy sixty-five pounds of food, a saddle bag, a slightly worn out mule, two chicks and a rooster, and also something for her to eat on the way home. Her spirits lifted the closer became to her homestead. She wished to be with that precious egg that brought her so much happiness. She was starting to think that it was worth it selling her most prized possession.
When she arrived at her home the sun was setting and everything seemed fine, until she looked to the window where her bedroom was located and saw a small green light flitting about.
‘Oh no… My egg is in there!’ She thought alarmed. As she tossed the mules harness rope over a tree branch and ran inside her home to find out what the heck was going on. Her heart was racing and she hoped to god everything was alright. She slammed her bedroom door open to find a demon of some sort hovering over her baby egg. Anger filled her soul and the small demon turned to look at the infuriated red head and flew back a bit startled.
“You’re Cathleen Anne Morgan, I presume.” The little green demon said calmly.
She almost seemed to growl as she spoke. “What are you doing in my home?” She glared her brown eyes at the creature. It shivered slightly but reached into its vest pocket and pulled out a black scroll and placed it down on the bed as quickly as possible and then popped in a puff of light green smoke disappearing from sight. Cathleen then hurried to her egg and pulled it close and cradled it in her arms. A small tear from the adrenaline dripped from her closed eye as she picked up the black scroll in her other hand.
Placing the egg back down on the pillow she opened the scroll and began reading the dark red print that seemed to glow against its black backdrop in the vibrancy of her tears.
She read the decree aloud, pronouncing each syllable properly and then saw who signed it and her heart froze. This was a note to her from the Queen of the Succubi. It was personally written by the queen to let Cathleen know that she was going to be watched over for the protection of the succubi young. Her whole body went numb as she looked at the egg. Shivering chills climbed up and down her spine. She was going to be under scrutiny. The two evil eyes both looking out for what Cathleen was to take care of; one to destroy, the other to protect what now existed as the last thing precious to her; always on your guard, always being watched, and never left alone.
Tears came stinging back to her eyes as she nestled against her pillow, pulling the poor defenseless egg into her arms to cradle it there.
Two hours passed and things seemed to quiet down emotionally and physically when all of a sudden Cathleen remembered the donkey outside still tied to the tree. She placed the egg down on the pillow and ran outside into the darkness to bring the donkey to the back side of the house where a small stall was built. It had been there for a long time and in the morning she would supply hay for the mule to sleep on.
She gathered up the saddle bags and the chicks and the roosters and placed them in their cages with a bit of feed to hold them till morning. She brought in the heavy bag of supplies and let the things fall onto the countertop so that she could just go to bed. She was exhausted and her newly cleaned sheets called to her. She entered her room and locked the door behind her and made sure the windows were shut tight before undressing and crawling into bed beside the little egg with her arms wrapped around it.
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 8:56 am
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