Ebon Skull Archives: Kolette, The Dark Princess

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This is reposted from OES documentation for the pleasure of the Atlantic Community. Story by Kolette of OES.


The pools of blood contrasted sharply with the white marble floors of Cair Paravel.

I shall never forget the night my family lay murdered in the halls of that far away castle that was once my home. Bodies contorted in macabre fashions, twisted in agony. The faces forever froze in pain. The stranger stroked my hair as I clung to him, my eyes widening in horror…

I was the only daughter of a Nobleman and his aristocratic wife. My brother, who was much older than I, was often away. He had inherited a large sum of money. It was not oft that he would visit us. We were old money, the privileged and elite of our country. Ours was a family that included Princes, Cardinals, Knights and other nobility.

Though we appeared to be a refined people, there lay in the very heart of Cair Paravel, an evil that tainted all those who dwelt there.

My family, in all it’s finery and riches had its dark secrets. Those things which were never said aloud, except with our eyes. My mother, a woman perceived as quiet, polite and well spoken, was also a sorceress. She gave the impression of a refined and gracious lady, but this handsome woman was consumed with the dark side, lost to the evil that she worshipped and sought after. Little did we know, some of the servants in our household were not really servants at all. Indeed, they were her henchmen of evil, her accomplices in the black arts. Sorcerers and Necromancers. My father, chose to look the other way. Being a kind and soft hearted man who adored his beautiful wife .. He said nothing as my mother invited all sorts of evil into our home.

On my 16th birthday, my mother made an announcement regarding my betrothal to a man named, Cain Michael Fortesque. He was a Prince in a far off country. A country called Britannia. All those in attendance at my birthday ball clapped and cheered for me. I stood there, stunned. I didn’t want to leave Cair Paravel. I didn’t want to marry this Cain Michael Fortesque. I had never seen him before. I was sure he must be ugly and horrid. I glared at my mother and ran out of the ballroom weeping and angry at the world.

With each passing day, since learning of my betrothal, I grew apprehensive and melancholy. My heart was sick for home and I was yet to be married. The very thought of leaving Papa made my heart ache. I was so angry with mother for allowing this to happen. Each day she scolded me about my attitude. "Very unfitting for a lady, stop this nonsense, you should be happy that you are to marry a Prince!", she would say with a chastising tongue.

Finally, the day came when this Cain Michael Fortesque of Britannia came to visit. Mother made me wear one of my finest dresses. That whole day was spent with the servants tending to me. Coifing my hair, misting my body with perfumes, adorning me with jewels, lace and all the other fine things ladies wear. I was very sad.

I was late coming to the table, as if to stall my meeting with my betrothed. There he sat next to mother at our dining table. Hair as black as night. Eyes the color of coal. Cold and distant they were. His face, although handsome, appeared sinister and cunning. He rose to take my hand and kissed it, as was the custom of most gentlemen in that day.

I thought his lips were like ice. I withdrew my hand in haste. I hated him. I could tell by the way he and my mother looked at each other, something evil was shared between these two. The way their cold eyes locked, embraced.. It was shameful. I looked at Papa, he seemed not to notice. In fact, Papa seemed not himself. His eyes looked vacant. I reached across the table and took his hand, "Papa?". He lifted his eyes slowly to me and smiled , "yes?". I was taken back…his voice didn’t sound like Papa. He spoke in a sing-song voice. As if he weren’t really there. "Papa? What is the matter?", my voice shook with fear. Then, in the quiet of the great dining hall, my mother.. that buttercup! She began to laugh.

At first, it seemed a nervous laughter, but then her voice grew , and she laughed as one who was possessed by the very devil himself. I turned away from Papa and faced her. Cain Michael Fortesque stood with her, holding her elbow as if to steady her. His face a shade paler, his eyes pierced mine. "Mother!!! What are you laughing about ? Why are you behaving like a mad woman"?, "Your father, your pathetic and foolish Papa is dying!! I poisoned him … he was hindering my ascension into the next circle of magic. I told him to stay out of my way. He refused to heed my warning, and now, THE FOOL LIES DEAD!!!!!!!!!!". I stared at her in horror, my head began to swim. I turned suddenly and there , my poor father sat clutching at his heart, blood began to trickle out of his ears. He was not dead yet, but soon he would be. He feebly grabbed for my hands, "Kolette, my daughter, help me..", he whispered. I clung to him, trying to help him up, "Papa, don’t worry, I am going to get Orin , he will make for you an elixir and you will be healed".

I struggled with the weight of him, yelling for Orin, the house Alchemist, "Orin! Come quickly! ", I screamed hoarsely. Mother stood staring and laughing at the scene. Then suddenly, Orin appeared. Mother turned and tried to dismiss him, but I pleaded him, "Please, Papa was poisoned, there is still time to save him if you hurry, PLEASE!"

At that moment, mother reached inside her cape and withdrew a strange looking wand. It was golden and it shimmered, but at the end of the wand was a shrunken head. It’s mouth… agape in horror, the eyes shut in pain. I recognized it as one of the servants who had long since disappeared. At that moment, I now knew, mother was not only evil .. she was insane. She had been working dark, deep magic in our home for years, and now we were to be consumed by her. Swiftly she lifted the wand into the air and uttered a chant, her eyes closed in concentration. Orin began to back away, but it was too late. Out of the agape mouth of the wand, shot a bolt of energy. Orin fell to the floor , his body charred and sprawled out in a grotesque fashion. The smell of burnt flesh hung in the air.

Desperately, I grabbed father around his waist and with much haste pulled him with me towards the door. I knew I had to get away from mother and her friend Cain. The noise in the dining hall attracted those who were in our household, the servants and some distant relatives who were staying with us. They came running down the hall towards the dining room, in time to see me struggling to carry Papa away from mother. "Please help, mother has gone insane and poisoned Papa ..", I begged. It was then that I noticed my father felt as dead weight in my arms. I looked down at his face.. he was dead. His lifeless eyes gazed, unseeing into mine. I closed them, knowing I was never again to see those eyes smile at me. Crimson blood trickled like tears out of his ears and nose. His face a bloody mess, I let him drop softly to the floor.

Utter chaos broke out in the castle. The servants who were really my mother’s partners in magic, hurried into the dining hall to join my mother. Those who were dumb to what was happening ran screaming and wailing , making haste to leave our castle. They felt the evil that had permeated the rooms within the walls of that God forsaken place. I stood beside father weeping and grieving for him.

My mother and her band of evil pursued those who tried to flee the castle and killed them with magic and with the edge of the sword. I ran and hid inside an Armoire in the hallway watching as those who once served us with gladness, now lay dead in their own blood. During the bloodbath, Cain Michael Fortesque stood in the dining hall, his eyes closed as if in deep concentration, he swayed back and forth , chanting softly. The room was electric with evil and murder. I watched as my mother and her men returned to the dining hall, jubilant and rejoicing in their deeds. I cringed and hate consumed my heart. I hated her. I wanted to kill her.

Cain Michael Fortesque finally opened his eyes. He faced my mother and her servants and smiled coldly. "Now, where is the girl? I am taking her from here today. You are all insane". Mother began to laugh. "Nay! You will not have her. I only offered her to you as payment for the mysteries I wanted you to teach me. Now that I gained the knowledge of the elders, I don’t need you anymore". She lifted her dreadful wand and aimed it at Cain. Her servants began to chant loudly and the room was filled with smoke, the odor bit my nostrils. I gagged, fighting the nausea.

At that moment, I realized the smoke in the room was not the result of the chanting or my mother’s wand, it was from Cain. He was summoning Dameons and the "undead". The room was filled with howling and screaming. I saw mother’s eyes widen with disbelief as she was overcome by a Daemon and a Liche Lord. She fought with her wand, but to no avail, her magic was weak in comparison to Cain’s, her master. In a few moments time, my mother and her servants lay dead in the dining hall. The very room where she murdered my father.

By this time, my knees and neck were begging for mercy. I had been kneeling in the Armoire , peering through the ornate slates in the door at the bloody scene. I was frozen. Scared to move or breath for fear of being found. Cain’s eyes scanned the room slowly, until his eyes rested on the Armoire in the hallway. He moved with lightening speed from the dining room to the hallway and stood before the Armoire. His eyes , all knowing and seeing, held mine through the slates in the door. He knew I was there. I panicked, kicked the door open and jumped out. Scrambling to get past him, he quickly uttered a chant and I froze in place. I felt myself enveloped in his darkness. I couldn’t see. I felt as if we were moving through time and space. I didn’t trust my senses, everything was dark and the only sound I heard was the screaming of the wind.

The room in which I awoke from a long sleep was elegantly decorated. I sat up and looked around. Slowly I rose from the bed and peered out of a window. I was in a tall tower. I could see a town in the distance and a vast sea beyond. The sound of the door opening turned me around. There stood Cain Michael Fortesque. I gasped in horror, the very sight of him brought back memories of Papa. He moved with deliberate ease across the room and stood in front me , commanding my attention. "Dear sweet Kolette, I have many things to teach you…Ah yes.. many things, indeed". I moved away from him, "Stay away from me", I warned. He moved quickly and grabbed me by my waist and held me fast. He put his lips very close to my face and whispered, "You resist me now, but not after I do this…", I struggled, but my struggling was in vain. His mouth pressed over mine and I felt a power in his kiss. I felt an evil and overwhelming darkness invade my inner-most being as his lips moved over mine in passion. It was the kiss of possession. The kiss that transposed me into his world of magic, power and knowledge. I embraced it, felt it’s power, understanding for the first time the attraction it held for my mother.

From that day forth, I was under the power of that kiss. Cain Michael taught me the way of the black arts. And although, we never married, he proclaimed me , "Princess of Darkness", as now I was made one to that evil which possessed me, bound to it for all eternity. He was a Master in the fine art of killing and educated me in the use of swords and archery. Often , he would take me out during the witching hour and we would hunt souls to take. We used magic to entice, kill and maim. We reveled in our decadence. We took delight in the suffering of those we inflicted pain upon. For some odd reason, I was never allowed to venture near towns or heavily populated areas. I never asked why, being content on Cain’s estate and surrounding land. Our hunts always took place in the deep wood or near dungeons.

One day, as I lay in my bed studying scrolls, I heard a great howling of the wind. It shook the foundations of the tower. I sat up quickly and listened. Presently, Cain came down the hallway to my bed chambers and ordered me to ready my things for a journey. "We must make a stop in Moonglow and then we continue to Skara Brae". Hastily, I grabbed what few things I could fit in my pack and ran outside to the stables. We rode to Moonglow and there Cain bought many reagents and potions. These he gave to me. I was confused , but kept quiet. He then led me to a moongate not far from town and from here we came to Skara Brae.

As we stood outside the moongate on the isle that this little town was built, he looked deeply into my eyes and said, "I must leave you now. I have been summoned by my superiors. I know not what is to become of me, but for now, you must stay here. Someday, I will be back for you. Until then, farewell my little Princess". Then as suddenly as he appeared that one fateful night, he was gone.

What follows is my journey as a stranger in a strange land.


Standing at the moongate alone, I went back through. Presently, I came to Britain. I wandered the streets of the capital with my pack slung over my shoulder and marveled at the sights to see. Eventually I came to the bank. I approached the banker and opened an account. Whilst I was conducting business with the Banker , I heard someone whisper my name. I turned about slowly, afraid that it might be an enemy, an old friend of mother’s, perhaps. Relieved, I saw that the stranger’s face was kind and bore a warm smile. His eyes wide with surprise, he embraced me and began to laugh and make merriment. Being brought up as a proper lady, I gently took his hands off my person and held them a moment. "Do I know you?", I inquired of him. He paused and smiled at me, his eyes dancing with delight. "Of course you know me! Mayhap, thine memory has escaped thee? I am your brother!".

I looked at him a little closer, and , yes… he looked like the man I once remembered as my brother. Only now he had quite a long beard, and his attire not fitting of a gentleman. Instead, he was wearing leather armor and holding a bow. My brother Noah had taken the life of a Ranger and Animal Tamer. Money was still plentiful in his pocket, but he was quite happy in his humble life as a woodsman. We talked for a long while at a nearby Tavern.

I tarried in Britain with Noah for some time. I continued my studies in black arts privately until the time came that I felt a wanderlust in my bones. I felt I could not hide my practice from the fair and just Noah much longer. I decided that city life was too much to bear. I bade my brother farewell and told him I would keep in touch. I returned to Skara Brae.

As time went on, I became acquainted with many of the townsfolk in Skara Brae. Guilds came and went. A few I joined, and left. One particular gentlemen, David, befriended me at the moongate whilst waiting for the next phase of the moon. He and I became great friends and still are to this day. Never have I had such a loyal companion as David. He and I began to adventure together, which led us to a guild called, Kindred. A brotherhood of evil. Some of the members I knew from my time spent in the New World Order. I felt at home finally, after having felt as a stranger for so long. I was free to study my magic. At last with those who shared my penchant for evil and mastery of the black arts.

During this time, a certain lass came into my employment. Rhianna of Skara Brae. An expert Tailor who learned the craft from her parents. She worked diligently each day in the shop, making clothes to sell. I was proud of her loyalty and excellent work ethic. I found only one fault in her as an employee. That being her tendency to gossip whilst she worked. I was soon to learn that she had become quite friendly with a tailor named Thanris. I had seen this Thanris at the bank on several occasions. A well-to-do sort with a silver tongue. I believe she was smitten with this lad and often spoke privately with him. As I said before, she was quite a gossip and from what I understand, she spoke often of me. Never telling those things she knew to keep to herself, but telling just enough to cause intrigue and start tongues wagging.

One evening, I asked Rhianna about her friend, Thanris. She admitted she was smitten with him. The moment she spoke his name, her eyes seemed to be in a far off place and she went on and on, ad infinitum, boasting of him and how wonderful he was. I laughed to myself at her foolishness. I sat quietly and listened , amused by her na�ve way of thinking, when she said something that stopped my heart cold. "Thanris’ master, Mesostopheles, would be to your liking, Milady. Thanris tells me he is evil. Thanris believes he is the devil! He is very afraid of his master…", as soon as the words were out, she hastily cast her eyes down at her feet, "Milady, have mercy, I know not why I said this thing to you. Please pardon your servant’s insolence. Who am I, that I should tell thee what thou art in need of , or what thou dost find favorable?". Giving Rhianna a stern look, I quietly told her to leave my presence or suffer the consequences for her insubordination.

That evening I as stood at the bank counting my gold, I happened to see this Mesostopheles that Rhianna spoke of. When he passed by me, I felt a chill. The very hairs on the back of my neck stood up on end. I shivered. Hastily I put away the gold, and turned aside to have a good look at him. He was dressed in the most elegant of clothing. Red satin, black velvet. Everything about him exuded wealth and taste. Although, beneath this fine veneer of class and wealth, I saw something sinister and evil. The aura about him was heavy, oppressive and dominant. His eyes glowed in an unusual manner. After a moment or two, Mesostopheles returned my gaze. He knew I was staring. I had no choice but to introduce myself.

Our initial meeting was stiff with formality. I was clearly intimidated by this Mesostopheles. He picked up on it, like a wolf honing in on the scent of lost children in the wood. "Sir, well met, the pleasure all mine", I said as I walked away. I felt his eyes burning into my back , but I dared not turn about.

As the weeks went by, I continued to see Mesostopheles in Skara Brae. Usually with his band of evil brethren. My fianc�e at the time, Gath of Baal befriended Mesostopheles and soon I found our guilds were allies. By this time, I had also warmed up to this charismatic being of darkness. His demeanor became that of a gentlemen towards me, although I knew better than to get on his bad side. Something in his eyes always told me to "beware". I heeded the warning.

Soon, its seemed this Mesostopheles had Kindred wrapped around his finger. He managed to entice Kindred in attending Order of the Ebon Skull’s Black Masses. Often times, I found myself around the Order more than those in my own guild. I was drawn, compelled even, in seeking out their members and befriending them. I couldn’t seem to get enough of fellowshipping with these dark beings. Especially one named Vailen. This Vailen did comfort me one evening in my moment of despair and humility. I am to this day very fond of this Vailen fellow. I felt at home with the OES, more so than I did with my own brothers and sisters in Kindred. Every Sunday night, I would go to black mass. Watch, listen and learn. I was enlightened and enchanted by the teachings Bal Anon-Dak shared with us.

More and more I was being intertwined with OES. Those in the Order who I had the pleasure of being acquainted with, always treated me with such dignity and respect. Even more than that.. one of the members saw fit to sire me. It was he who made me a creature of the night and recreated me as his childe. Vyktr, how cunning he was. He lulled me and beguiled me, and then he embraced me…

Slowly Kindred began to dissolve. Until this day, I feel Mesostopheles enchanted our guild. Only after Kindred allied with the Order, did we begin to unravel at the seams. His dark magic , more powerful than ours, tore at the very threads that kept our small band together. This is my feeling and in no wise have I any evidence that this is true.

Then, one evening… as I stood in Skara Brae conversing with the locals , a strange thing happened unto me. I felt myself being pulled by an unseen force, beckoning me to a place unbeknownst to me. I tried to resist, but I felt my power drain from me and I was as a puppet being controlled by a supernatural force. I closed my eyes , trying to concentrate, trying to subdue this power threatening to overtake me.. when at last, I gave up. I found myself in the Yew Crypts. There stood Mesostopheles, behind him .. members of the Order. I found myself being led down a very long hallway. We stopped at a door and stepped in. A pentagram was painted on the floor of this room, the center was blood stained and littered with small fragments of human bone.

A magical force pulled me to the center of the pentagram. Looking down, I found that my clothes had been removed. I was unashamed. I stood, feeling the room radiating a primal evil. At each point of the pentagram stood one of the Order. Mesostopheles moved into the center with me. I opened my eyes. His eyes burned as red coals. "This day, you will be as one of us. Give yourself over to Oblivion. You are mine!!!!!!" and with that, he raised the sword. The blade pierced my body with a vengeance. I didn’t cry out. Instead it was pleasure and pain. I felt myself give way to this sensation. I threw my head back as if in ecstasy. Again and again he plunged the sword into my willing body , until at last I perished by his hand. Then just as easily as I was slain, he raised my body from the dead. Therein being the finishing touch to my initiation into the Order of the Ebon Skull.

So today, I stand before you. A woman of many faces. A princess… former necromancer… vampire… and most importantly….. a member of the Order of the Ebon Skull.


All Hail Oblivion! Walk in Darkness, Friends …

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