ROLEPLAY HQ - making-wishes

Trigger Warning: Self Degradation, Substance Abuse, maybe some mentions of self harm (nothing graphic or active but in passing mention), sexual explicit content and light BDSM elements and some possible narcissist sequences, more may be added. Please read at your own discretion.

Lyrah Énore had always been an ambitious child, always playing with the older kids. Daring to do things that others were far too scared to even think about. She would cliff jump into the water on the weekends and go rock climbing on the weekdays. If she wasn't outside doing something active and crazy, she would be climbing her like at home. Ever since she found circus arts as a child she has been obsessed. Always trying new things, always wants to push herself, and never gives up. Lyrah would never shy away from a challenge. If she was dared to do something or told about a possible adventure, it was all she could think about. She wouldn't stop thinking about it no matter how hard she tried, no matter what she did, if it hooked her adventure-seeking mind she would have to do it. This drive and need for adventure had gotten her into trouble as a child. For she would always be running off to go climb a rock or a tree, and her parents always worried for her safety. Her parents always said that Lyrah had been itching to climb and explore ever since she could walk. The second her little legs started to move she was off and never stopped. Her parents were always kind and encouraging of Lyrah in her need for adventure, though they did make sure to drill safety into her brain from a young age. They were only ever sweet to her. She loved them with all of her heart and they loved her back with all of theirs. .

11:42 AM

On Lyrah’s 20th birthday, her mother gifted her a trip to the Amcana Highlands. These highlands were home to the Amcana mountains, the lore of these peaks was that there were caves hidden in the valleys and crevasses between the multiple mountain peaks. Lyrah’s mother had been telling her stories of the magic that is said to be held within the walls of the Caves of Amcana. As the story goes, there was a powerful genie that freely roamed these peaks granting wishes only to the travelers who were worthy in soul to earn a gift. In ancient times, rulers would go to the Amcana Peaks in hopes of encountering the genie, but those who seek power and greed never prosper. More times than not the ruler would not return from the mountain peak, many who seek the genie only wish to entrap it and use it for evil doings. But the lore didn't end there, it goes on to speak about the single returning adventure from the Peaks of Amcana. Miseris Throm was a master of several elements, close to the arcana level of the genie, he went to the Amcana Mountains on a mission to end the disappearances of the Nobels and rulers of the lands. As the legend goes, he headed to the top of the highest mountain peak, Barnia Pinnacle, and sought out the genie. Once there he found and challenged the genie in a battle of wits, the genie agreed but Miseris played dirty. Once the genie brought themselves down into a human form, Miseris cast an ensnarement spell and force the genie into a small magical artifact. After he had successfully trapped the genie, he hide them within a cave of the Amcana Mountain Range. Never to be seen again. .

11:42 AM

Back in the present day, Lyrah and her mother had planned a trip to the Amcana mountains. As a way to have a place and pictures to go along with her childhood bedtime stories. But a good thing never lasts, Lyrah and her mother were near a deep cavernous pit investigating a way in, when the rocks beneath Lyrah’s feet gave way and she was sucked down into the cavern. Everything went black for Lyrah, little did she know that it would be the last time she would ever see her mother again. Once she awoke from her fall, she opened her eyes to look around at the world she’d fallen into. Though the cool damp air caused her lungs to rise and fall at a more intense rate. Slowly her eyes adjust to the dark room around her, and slowly her brain realizes that she is in one of the caves of Amcana. “Oh, shit...” Her voice echoes through the cave and reverberates back to her cold ears. Slowly she pushes her hands into the damp and muddy ground, then to her knees, and finally onto her feet. After brushing her hands off on her pants, Lyrah looks up to where she fell from and she can't seem to find the hole in which her mother would be above. This is not good.... “Hello?” her words echo back to her. Starting to realize that she is all alone in this cave with barely any food or warmth. Being the adventurer she is, Lyrah starts wondering in hopes of finding an escape. Little did she know that there would be no escape from these walls for her.

11:44 AM

. After wondering for a while Lyrah starts to hear simple sounds, they are ethereal and music-like. She feels drawn to the sounds, and eventually, she finds the source. It's an elegantly designed bottle, the soft waves of the blue glass almost seem to move. But the item only pulls her attention more by the swirling light within the sandblasted waves. Cautiously Lyrah approaches the glass object, taking note of the pull that this item has. It must have some sort of enchantment or arcana to it. Maybe... No... It couldn't be... Could it? Lyrah got within a few feet of the glass container, and she could the magnetic pull to touch and feel the glass. It looks to be soft yet textured, she can't resist it any longer. Her hands wrap delicately around the glass bottle, the sandblasted nature mixed with the cold glass makes her smile. But the innocent glass hides a much darker secret. Suddenly, her hair is blasted out of her face as a massive gust of the wind is propelled out of the top of the container. The wind is full of ancient arcane matter, Lyrah can feel it reverberate within her bones. Because Lyrah is only a simple human the power of the genie is far too much for her to fight or comprehend, the next moment moves as a blur to her. The genie, enraged for being trapped for so many years, decides that Lyrah will be the receiver of their unbridled rage. Lyrah discovers her body lifting from the ground, the pure arcana around her swirls in beautiful purples, blues, and reds. Almost as if she is hearing herself talk without her knowledge, her mouth opens to speak. “Periclinal vel emitter occasionem benedictions donor. Do pro me dare non occupies. Vivo in ut, donec vigilant ut donum cordis contrition is fiat. sit decor virtus media, et tua magical genius Libertas sit a lucerne maledict. signavi orationem meam et sanguine meum.”

11:44 AM

With the words of a foreign language escaping her gasping lips, she feels her forearm sting in pain. Lethargically she turns her head to look at her arm, seeing the life-giving red liquid floating in bobbles away from her arm causing her to whimper and finally gain control of her voice. “What... did you do?” A malicious laugh rings her ears. The centuries-old genie speaks to the poor adventurer. “You are sealing your fortune, you spoke the words of our mother tongue. You are currently becoming the Amcana Genie! Your words have been said, your fate is sealed.”With that Lyrah watches as her red blood is turned purple due to the powerful arcana she now possesses. After what seemed like an eternity, she was released from the spell's hold. Able to finally look at herself, she notices the gold cuffs that delicately adorned her wrists, the cold sensation of the metal on her wrists is matched on her neck. She can only assume a matching gold ring is encircling her neck in the same manner as the cuffs are to her wrists. She only has a few more seconds before she feels her body seem to move on its own being pulled towards the sand-blasted bottle. Caused by a power beyond her control, Lyrah is sucked into the glass vessel where she is to be trapped until found. Being at the bottom of an Amcana cave, it was safe to assume that Lyrah didn't have a choice in the matter. @SebXDragon

Damon Gylfinakis, aged 28, son of an immigrant father from Greece and a mother who was born in this country just like he had been. But never once in this life had he felt like he had belonged in this country. The economy wasn't great and none of the jobs paid out that well anymore unless one could sit behind a machine to do the things that he simply couldn't. He wasn't book smart and infact Damon had long thought that he would be an athlete or a performer while growing up. Maybe some of it was based on the dreams that his father had already done, coming from a farming family back in Greece to now land himself in this great country of Dominia, a land where you could make anything happen if you pursued it hard enough.. And maybe it had been the love of his mother who herself had lived in this country forever and gave more flight to his dreams of being a performer as a singer or in any sport that Damon found himself excelling in. But what they don't tell you is the large of failures that accompany every success story. Heck, if they did, it wouldn't be called a Dominian Dream but a nightmare instead. And with time, as the rich got richer and the sentiment of the country was exploited by the politicians, rights and liberties was masked and given out but freely violated by the rich for whom the rules just never seemed to apply.. -

8:57 AM

And even if he wasn't very vividly different from the populi of the country, any citizen of the country could make out that Damon with a very local name seemed very far from a local at almost every stage of his life. And that was possibly one of the reasons that once he had a life-altering injury in high school, he was told that he couldn't pursue sports anymore and it was best for him to stick to singing.. If only that profession had been any easier, and growing up, whilst he tried to perform every chance he could with a band that he and some friends had formed, it was difficult to stay motivated as his friends kept ditching the band, one by one to pursue something more real as they had aged.. But with his father being a simple fisherman, it didn't really give him much to lean back on and without sports, he couldn't really get into a college on scholarship like he had planned for it to happen. And at the age of 23, after the band had fully fallen out, he tried working with his father to try and make some money and maybe master the family craft. But even if the crew size increased, the changes in nature and environment weren't helping to increase their haul every time they went out to fish. He could tell that his father was struggling and he knew that it was best for him to try something else so that in case the fishing industry collapsed, he could maybe do something else to help out in the household where he still lived, once the band broke up and the small suburban house they had rented out was no longer feasible for him to still lease out. -

8:57 AM

And that's what had led him to construction, doing masonry, just being a crew hand to help do anything he could to bring back some money and sustain him while each night he thought to himself on how to make things better and manifest the Dominion Dream that he had been sold so long ago. His parents kept trying as well and infact, that is what had borne fruit a few months ago from today, when an uncle of his, from his mother's side had offered him a salesman role in the company that he worked for.. And that company was Beautimon Cosmetics. It was a tacky firm that had a range of beauty products shaped in containers of poke balls but it seemed to work, ludicrous as it sounded and having worked for them for a few months now he had been promoted to the role of a senior salesman and things were actually starting to look up. He had managed to save enough money to buy a used car and he was visiting the more remote areas of Amcana county where he was going to try and reach out to new and prospective clients in the salons and malls of the region. Everyone in the country knew that these peaks were filled with stories of mysticism and some were just downright outlandish but some certainly seemed plausible, and whilst it wasn't mandated, he had just done some research before undertaking the trip to ensure that he knew a bit about the region. He would have even liked to have visited the peaks if he would have had time and that was when he had encountered an article from a few years ago that spoke about a mother who was still trying to fundraise for expeditions into the peaks in search of her daughter who had gone missing after falling into a pit and when search and rescue teams had tried to go down there, they just couldn't find any sign of human life inside.. -

8:58 AM

That story was just one of several but it was the most recent article that had popped up and he did feel bad for a bit and thought that maybe he would bookmark it and save the name of the campaign for Lyrah Enore, in case his company would be interested in doing something for the community by investing in that fundraiser.. And the thought did creep into his mind as he passed the scenic mountain range, a sight to behold from his car, going down the expressway into the largest town of the region, aptly named Amcana.. And the day seemed to go well as he spoke to several ladies who ran cosmetics stores and beauty salons and spas as he presented the company's products and explained to them how they were different beyond just the tacky design of the packaging and after having covered 25 different stores in the town, he was finally ready to get some food and try and find a motel to get some sleep.. He had been keeping an eye out for something to take as a gift for him Mom and Dad since he knew they had never been here and the designs here were truly unique and distinguished, and whilst he had managed to find a striking smoking pipe for his Dad, he still hadn't found something ideal for his Mom just yet as he wandered through the shops.. And that's when on the display of a small curio store, he saw the most exquisite bottle which seemed to be a bottle of perfume and made him enter the store to strike up a conversation with the man inside.. He wanted to know the origin of the design, if it had any, since most of the stores seemed to have stories for all the things they had anyway... "Hi, so I liked the white... perfume bottle on display.. What's that cost?" The man seemed to liven up and got up to move towards the bottle as he spoke in response, -

8:58 AM

"Ah! I actually retrieved it out the Amcana mountains when I was in the search and rescue years ago.. This thing is nothing like anything else in the region and as you can the designs and patterns on it are something that was made by the wind on the sands from the deserts and legend has it that it is a magical artifact from the lost tribe of the Amcana mountains that brings you good luck. It's worth 499." The story was interesting but the cost was downright staggering and left my jaw dropping to the floor. I couldn't afford that, that was almost half of my fixed monthly salary and even the monthly commissions would not be enough to cover that in one go and I was almost ready to refuse the offer when the man continued, "But I can offer it you for 200. We hardly get out-of-towners around these parts and the locals here can't afford this. Does that sound fair to you?" Hearing the man's response made me feel like this was a big hoax and it was probably worthless of an item but it sure looked pretty and stunning and sensing the opportunity, I would try and bargain a bit having seen one too many shows where pawn shop owners would try and negotiate as I replied, "You say it's 499 but I think there is no real value associated with the bottle itself and without a proper origin, it's going to be hard to value it as such. I appreciate the offer but the most I could do would be 50." That seemed reasonable to me and the glasswork certainly seemed to justify that amount but I didn't know for certain that the man would agree to the offer, but it took him no time to reply, "Okay mister, you've got a deal. If you manage to sell it on for something much higher, maybe send me a thank you and a gift with some more money, okay?" -

8:59 AM

It seemed to be a joke and he was smiling as he moved to his cash register and punch in his keys and I would only smile in return. I wasn't really sure if I would really sell it, I wanted to gift the thing to my Mom and I would pull out my wallet as I replied, "That sounds fair. Uh, Earl.. I'm Damon. Here's the 50." I pulled out the cash and left it on his counter as the bottle got packed up in a simple bag which I would carry for the rest of the evening as I picked up a fishing rod and got into a local restaurant to enjoy some dinner before heading out to find a motel for the night. Finding a room wasn't too hard and it wasn't really fancy even as I paid for the room upfront having picked up some soda and snacks for the night in case I would need it since tomorrow was going to be a late start before proceeding onwards to the next town. And once inside my room, I took a shower and started to pack up what I could inside of my bag, with the fishing rod left in the car knowing that I couldn't get that in and that's when I saw it again.. And maybe I was wrong but as the first time I held it, the bottle seemed to glow a little and it did make me wonder if I was just tired or if the meal I had just eaten or the soda I had taken a sip from was somewhat spiked.. But I felt a pull and a sense of compulsion to rub a finger along the wavy pattern of the bottle as it seemed to be so contrasted in front of the glow of the bottle and maybe somewhere the way, I had done something.. And even if the bottle seemed simple and almost ancient, that grazing of my finger seemed to cause the cap of the bottle to spring open as a small and steady fog seemed to build up flowing out of it, which instantly made me throw the bottle to the ground, fuck, whatever this was, I don't think it could be good.. -

8:59 AM

And I was not intent on finding out what it was as I grabbed my jeans as quickly as I could reaching for my bag and collecting my car keys, ready to dart for the door and that's when I heard it.. It sounded light and faint, but it was unmistakeably the sound of a woman as I stood frozen knowing behind me was the source of that sound and I had a decision to make, do I turn or do I run? I was bare-feet and if it was something that would kill me, it could choose to do so even if a I ran out right? After all the motel was far removed from any other building on the expressway except for a fuel pump which I had seen a little while back and I had noticed there were only three cars down in the parking.. And so I waited, frozen, waiting to hear what the voice was going to say, after all I wasn't going to be no hero staring death in its face, it could come and take me from the back, I just hoped that if things were going to go down that way, it would be quick and swift.. And hesitantly, I called out, "What do you..? Who is it?"

8:59 AM

@ivette

@ivette (just a reminder ping) ^ ^

@Damon Gylfinakis (@SebXDragon) - jump (Thank you. And I am getting to it. Life it just ahhh rn. I’m really sorry. I do super enjoy the plot i just want to give you my best and I know it won’t be my best rn

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(Thank you. And I am getting to it. Life it just ahhh rn. I’m really sorry. I do super enjoy the plot i just want to give you my best and I know it won’t be my best rn

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@Lyrah Énore (@ivette) - jump No worries I was just wondering if you remembered this ^ ^ Take all the time you need

After being stuck in that bottle for sometime due to the nature of how the genie bottle being lost and then found years after Lyrah going missing. It had been about 20 years since she was last scene and her mother hasn’t given up. She still searches any days she can but her old age is catching up to her causing the search for Lyrah to slow down and loose hope. Little did she know that Lyrah was actually in town being pulled from the prison of a bottle she’d been kept in for so many years. Finally being released, to a point. Being that she is a genie the only reason she is to be released is to serve a master with three rules only to abide by. No wishing for more wishes. No wishing for someone to fall in love with you. No wishing for people to be brought from the death. It’s not pretty, they come back with all the decay still on them but it’s as alive as they were in death just with decay. They usually fall apart and die slowly. So it’s not something she is allowed to do because of the general dismay it causes. She slowly emerges from the smoke and floats above her bottle and speaks with a voice that mixes with the jiggle of a bell from a fairy and the sultry of the tone of the worse sirens. “Hello traveler, you have found a genie in a bottle and releases me from my prison. In thanks I grant you three wishes. Choose wisely for after the third wish I am gone. There is three rules. I can’t bring anyone back from the dead. I can’t make anyone fall in love with you. And you can not wish for more wishes.” Lyrah’s voice doesn’t falter and she is adorned in a flowy blue silk that drapes over her breasts. The slits in the dress go up to her hips. The gold accents accentuate her waist as well as having gold encirclets around her wrists and neck. The collar around her neck weighs heavy on her collar bone. But Lyrah wears it like it wears nothing, though all the gold is a reminder that she is eternally tied to the genie bottle.

7:54 AM

@SebXDragon

Damon was still bare-chested as he heard those words and he would be lying if he said that he hadn't been scared when he first heard the voice of the reply that filled his ears. But once he heard those words, he would find the courage to turn around and face the genie that the voice claimed to be. Just by the voice itself, he knew that she was feminine but he hadn't expected what he saw once his eyes set onto her form. She looked like something straight out of a fantasy and nothing short of a Goddess. But by her words, he knew that she was cursed even if she looked like a Goddess. And having absorbed her words and taken it in, he had questions in his mind and the conditions that she set for him. His eyes didn't escape the collar she wore and the fact that she looked sultry and sexy in her physical appearance, and finding himself losing some of the fear he felt earlier, he would find it within himself to move a little closer, still keeping some distance between them as he asked some of the questions he had as he asked, "Hi, I'm Damon.. And I understood your conditions, but tell me this, do I have to make my wishes in a certain timeline? Can I wait to decide my wishes? Because honestly, I don't know what I want right now.. But I just wanted to ask, how long have you been in there? And do you have a name, what would you like me to call you?" The legend of the lost girl was by now nowhere in his mind and even if she told him, her name that she went by before, he wouldn't be able to tell who she was. But he knew that she was mesmerizing and intriguing, he didn't doubt that she couldn't grant him wishes as she mentioned but the fact was, he really wasn't sure what he wanted, in this moment, he was glad that she wasn't a threat and he did wonder if this was good fortune or would it be misfortune? He would wait to hear what she would say, wondering if she would go back into the bottle if he wasn't going to ask for anything right now or not..

1:30 AM

@ivette

(( @SebXDragon @ivette Hey there! - Looks like it's been a while since this has been posted in. So I'm checking in to see if you would like to continue or if you would like to archive it. Please let me know either way and I'd be happy to help!

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@Fiory - jump Yeah we are. I’m just struggling with all my rps. Sorry

No worries from my end, I'm waiting

“Hello Damon, I am Lyrah. You don’t have any timeline to your wishes. You can call upon by my name or if I have returned to my bottle, you will need to rub the glass. It is alright for you to not know what you wish to have at this moment. One more thing, make sure you don’t loose the bottle, for if found by another I will be required to also give them 3 wishes. Though Im sure you wouldn’t have trouble keeping me with you. As for the length of time I’ve been in there I couldn’t say. Time is weird in there, but that shouldn’t be any of your concern.” Lyrahs voice is soft and sweet. No trace of any kind of fluctuations in her perfect speech. Though the curse of the genie hides many things, it doesn’t hide the allure of a woman from the finder. She was practically glowing in her radiance as a woman. Her skin was flawless and her eyes a deeper blue than the oceans themselves. “If that will be all finder Damon, would like for me to return to my bottle till you are ready for me once more?” Lyrahs think lashes flutter over her cheeks as she blinks in a small show of submission. @SebXDragon

He had a slightly pensive look on his face as he would absorb her words, and whilst her reply did only make him more curious, one fact was that she was stunning and that was absolutely undeniable.. He had never seen a woman like her before and he did feel a little curious if she was going to spend the night with him.. But then her reply brought him back into reality as he considered everything that she said.. And he was probably caught in the moment as he would not and let her disappear back into thin air as he tried to ease his beating heart which was not thumping against his chest and he would take a seat back on his bed, gathering the bottle into his open palms staring at it, now clearly aware of the fact that he was only dressed in his boxers.. And he knew this bottle was not something that he would allow to escape his sights since she did say that she would have to grant another their wishes as well.. And whilst it would be easy to wish for money he wasn't certain of what he wanted in that moment as he would lay his head against the pillow resting on his back as he held onto that bottle and then thought of what he wanted but found his thoughts clouded by the way she looked.. And whilst a wish hadn't yet formed in his mind one thing was certain, those chains on her wrist and her neck did arouse him, clearly evident by the bulge that was forming on his crotch as he wondered what she was doing inside of the bottle.. And so he would get up and put on his jeans before rubbing that bottle once again waiting for her to reappear as he stood besides his bed.. And once she did appear he would meet her deep eyes and say, "I was wondering what you ar doing inside of that bottle.. would you like to give me some company? And do you have a bed in there?" -

8:59 AM

And as his eyes would scan her once more those chains clearly visible to him once again he couldn't help the thought that crossed his mind, was he going to be her Master?, a thought that made him smirk slightly as he waited to hear her reply..

8:59 AM

@ivette

The softest brush of the sandblasted glass will cause Lyrah to appear before the owner of the bottle. The soft smoke of a purple color blows into the room, with it follows the smell of lilacs and sweet cream. It is a soft smell that is barely there but enough to be pleasant. Upon hearing his question, she answers with the jingle in her voice, “I have a few things to do with in my home. Such as games and cooking. And yes I do indeed have a bed to rest my head. As for giving you company Mr. Damon, would you like that of me?” The demeanor of Lyrah is smooth and soft, just as she has been mythical said to be. Her ability as a genie has given her beauty and grace yet it is still a curse. She is bound to the bottle until set free. @SebXDragon

He couldn't stop himself of thinking about a certain thought as his eyes found that heavy metallic choker on her delicate neck and those metallic holds on her thin wrists making him think about grabbing onto her wrists, having them in his one hand, keeping her wrists behind her back.. among other things.. but he didn't want to simply make assumptions that she would enjoy being treated like that, even if he would have loved it, especially since he knew so little about her.. And so, as he heard her words, a definite and genuine smile would curve his lips and brighten his features as his eyes stayed with hers while he took a step closer to her, the room had the small corner table lamp lit on as the orange hues of it addressed both of their faces on one side as he would reply to say, "I would love to know more about you.. Anything that you would like to tell me.. Infact, Lyrah, if it's okay to ask, how many people have you granted wishes to? I bet some of them would have been crazy, huh?" He would motion for her to sit on the bed, the only piece of furniture in the room infact except for the side tables and the cupboard.. But the smile he wore never left him as his light olive brown eyes stayed with her deep eyes.. She must have had a story to tell and he was just wondering if she would open up to him, or not.. And he was hoping that she would because truthfully he was starting to desire her and that made him wonder, if there were even a possibility between them.. Perhaps if she was open to talk about herself, he would know more..

7:50 AM

@ivette

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@Damon Gylfinakis (@SebXDragon) - jump I’d actually love to

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