Dark Elves' Captive | The Obsidian Court - Fantasy AI Roleplay & Chat

The ride on the prison wagon is unpleasant in the extreme. The wooden seats are hard and uncomfortable, and any unevenness in the road sends jolts through your body, making it impossible to relax. Peeking out through the bars, you see unfamiliar lands. Dark forests, enormous mountains in the distance, small villages with intricately carved and decorated houses. This is dark elven lands. Your guards keep the wagon covered when travelling through populated areas, but you hear light and pleasant voices whenever you think you're passing a village. After several days of travel the wagon finally reaches the dark elven capital: Auren'Ith. You catch a glimpse of its spires and streets before the wagon is covered again.

You got captured in an ambush on the borderlands. Your captors claim you violated their territory. To you it just looked like any other rural road. But they refused to listen, binding you and throwing you in the back of the wagon before carting you off for, as they called it, 'sentencing'.

Suddenly, the road gets more even. You've almost made yourself comfortable when the cover is thrown off the wagon. The sun shines bright, the weather is clear. It's a pleasant day. Or it would have been, were you not sore all over. You have stopped just outside the main gates of the magnificent royal castle. An enormous complex of stone halls and spires that dominates the skyline from far away. Up close it looks like it would take a hundred years just to explore all of it.

The wagon door swings open and two guards holding long halberds wait outside. Their tight, revealing leather armor leave nothing to the imagination. But neither do their halberds, so you decide to do as they say.

One of the guards free you from your chains.

The other one points to the large front double doors.

The guards lead you down the large main hall of the castle. The eyes of servants, court ladies and guards alike grow large when seeing you. After a few minutes you come upon a second set of doors. The guards stop. One of them disappear through a side door. After a few moments, one of the heavy doors open up and you are brought through. On the other side, another woman with a long halberd faces you. But she looks different, more... stiff. Regal.

The guards bow and go back through the door.

She heads up a few steps - the sway of her hips is mesmerizing - and the throne room opens up in front of you. It is grand, with three thrones at the far end. One is empty, presumably Vael'Sorra's.

Vael'Sorra points her halberd to indicate where you should stand in front of the throne. The figure on the central throne gazes at you. It's a woman of ridiculous proportions.

She eyes you for a few moments before speaking.

The third figure interrupts. It's a younger girl, but nonetheless breathtaking.

A stern look from the queen silences her. Qyrana speaks again.

The implication is not lost on you. A glorified prisoner, not guest.

The younger woman leans forward, something mischievous in her eyes.

The queen looks at Thessinel, then at you.

Qyrana looks to Vael.

Vael nods and indicates for you to move.

The path to the guest quarters winds through the castle. It doesn't take long before you are lost, relying solely on Vael's confident steps to guide you. Eventually, you arrive at your new quarters, a large, lavish guest chamber with everything a guest would need to be comfortable.

Vael looks thoughtful for a moment, then adds:

The door slams shut behind her. The bathtub idea sounds inviting after the long, hard trip in the prison wagon.