Quest Board ( RP REQUEST)

[inkylore]

this is the thread for making rp request... to fit the theme you could organize it like a quest but you aren't obligated too do so. once you have your volunteers  head over to the manor and get started.

[inkylore]

The Kings Orientation 

The king has taken the thrown and threw the first few months has been enjoying himself and the power gained, getting to know those at his command, exercising his new authoritarian power, among partaking in other activities and helping himself to the bodies of those under him when the mood strikes him...

 
{in this rp pick a location within the manor that you might run into the king and take off from there, i will respond respectfully as the king. the rp may lead tto sex but it honestly doesn't have too, given the circumstance it should grant many players a simple but short or medium interaction with the king.}

[eclipse1oo]

Luna Scorn had woken early, slipping out of bed with a quiet yawn, her petite frame shivering slightly in the cool air of the mansion. It was rare for a lesser devil to have such luxuries, but as a maid bound to serve, she was given a place in the grand estate she tended to. She took her time with breakfast, savoring the small indulgence before duty called.

With a deep breath, she smoothed out the frilly black-and-white uniform she wore—a traditional maid’s attire, though tailored to accommodate the small, spaded tail that twitched behind her. Then, with broom and duster in hand, she made her way to the most daunting task of all: the Throne Room.

The chamber was vast, the air thick with a lingering heat from the dark fires that illuminated the onyx pillars. The grand throne, carved from obsidian and trimmed with molten gold, loomed at the far end like a dark altar, a silent reminder of the power that ruled these halls. Even empty, the presence of its master clung to the air, making Luna’s fingers tremble slightly as she approached.

She started with the floor, her bare feet padding lightly over the smooth stone as she swept, the floor was slick with the remnants of last night’s entertainment—trails of ichor, stray bone fragments, and the occasional tattered scrap of cloth. The rhythmic sound of bristles against marble filled the silence, and she lost herself in the motion, her small horns dipping as she worked diligently.

Next came the banners, deep crimson tapestries embroidered with sigils that pulsed with infernal energy. Luna stood on her toes, stretching as she carefully dusted the edges, ensuring not a single speck marred their intimidating beauty. She knew better than to rush—it was expected that perfection be maintained.

Finally, she approached the throne itself. The mere thought of touching it sent a nervous flutter through her chest. Swallowing hard, she hesitated before reaching out, her delicate fingers trailing lightly along the golden armrest, wiping away unseen filth.

As she polished the surface with a careful hand, the heavy doors creaked behind her. A cold shiver ran down her spine as she realized she was no longer alone.