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Post by Lossentilien on Dec 7, 2003 11:55:30 GMT -5
Lossie held the swaying faery in her hand. People all around the room were still watching her as though she was insane. Nothing new there then. After her bizzarre scene, she could hardly blame them anyway. She shook the faery a little. Poor thing was drunk. Who would get a faery drunk, she wondered. Just plain cruel. She bent her head slightly to speak to the bleary-eyed creature. The faery mumbled something and pointed an unsteady hand. Lossie swivled her head in the direction the faery pointed. Nilly? Lossie wondered in confusion...then she noticed a certain other Imladris member giggling behind Nilly's back. Of course, she whispered. Ophelia. Lossie winced from the pain the faery had caused her back. She smiled maliciously at Ophelia, and began to plot her own revenge...
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Post by Lossentilien on Dec 3, 2003 15:45:58 GMT -5
Lossie lay back with her hand under her head, still in fits of laughter. The light from the burning table sent a nice glow over the three of them. She watched the faeries flying excitedly over her head, leaving tiny trails of glitter behind them. Her bag made a sudden jolt. Nilly leaned over slightly to see what was happening, and Lossie sat up a little, curious...the bag tore open and the extremly angery faeries flew out. They circled her head once before dissappearing. "Uh oh." Nilly stared after them..."Hope they don't take it out on us..." She burst into giggles again. Lossie looked up to see how the others were doing, most of them looked murderous. "Emm, Nilly, think we should let them down before they get really annoyed?" Nilly thought about it, before nodding. It was probably best to let them cool down before the party moved on anyway...no need to stop having fun however... Nilly waved her hand, and the faeries let their captives drop reasonably painlessly to the ground. One by one they picked themselves up and turned to the three sitting on the floor. "I think we might've left them up there too long" Nilly whispered as the others moved towards them menacingly. They got to their feet quickly and began to back away. Lossie stepped slightly to the side behind Helky. "Got your knife?" She asked slightly mockingly. his nod did nothing to reassure either of them, and Nilly stepped swiftly behind Lossie.
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Post by Lossentilien on Dec 2, 2003 16:13:23 GMT -5
Lossie was leaning with her back to the bar, her elbows propping her up behind her back, and her hair falling slightly across her face as she surveyed the comical scene. Well, the party had needed livening up she thought, as she and Nilly fought back their giggles when Helka turned towards the bar. In an effort to take her mind off laughing, she scanned the room for a sign of Ophelia, who she suspected had either been dragged to saftey, or had run there herself...and was probably plotting her revenge... She adjusted her position slightly to take the weight off her elbows. She felt restless. Gazing around the room, she let her thoughts drift, not really focusing on anything in particular. If anyone had been watching, they'd probably have noticed something almost 'click' in her, and a wildness that came into her eyes. She turned slowly to Nilly, a smile playing across her lips. "Nilly, I suggest you and I think of a way to liven this up ourselves. It may be a slow phase, but some of us have short attention spans. What do you say?" Lossie said merrily. A twinkle appeared in Nilly's eyes.
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Post by Lossentilien on Dec 1, 2003 10:29:31 GMT -5
Lossie's laughter stopped abruptly. She'd forgotten about the singing. Slowly she picked herself up off the floor (well, she was wearing a dress) and walked towards the stage. She laid her hand on the mike and gave a smile to the startled audience. The music started up to the tune of "I'm dreaming of a white Christmas" and Lossie hesitantly at first, began to sing, her heart pounding in her chest the entire time. 'Please don't muck up, please' She begged herself, wishing she'd had more absinthe to calm her nerves. The bag around her waist moved. Maybe not...
"I'm... dreaming... of a black downfall Where all the Elven-kings are gone Where the Orcs are teeming And victims screaming And our... Melkor is the One.
I'm... dreaming... of your worst nightmare With all the Valar hid in fright With eternal dark-ness And niiiiiiiiiiiight...
How I wish - my - Bal-rog-wings gave flight."
The music trailed off, and Lossie gave a bow before stepping down very carefully, (faery dresses can be easily ripped) and signed to Nilly to get more drinks. 'Phew...' She sighed. 'I think I need a drink and a dance.' So with a slight spring in her step, having over come this arduous task, Lossie joined her very good friend, once again, at the bar.
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Post by Lossentilien on Nov 30, 2003 15:24:58 GMT -5
Lossie put both hands over her bag to stifle the movement slightly. She looked up at a suspicious Nil and grinned sheepishly. "Heh..." "Lossie...what's..." Lossie cut Nilly off by pushing some of the green liquid towards her, and gulping down what was in her own glass. "Two more methinks, what about you Nil?" Nilly grinned an evil grin in response, and they set off back to the bar, wondering on the way why Helka had GOTO over his shoulder...as Nilly was distracted by this odd sight, Lossie took her chance to grab another of the faeries out of the air and stuff it into her bag. Pretending to have been watching a certain a camera eating Dom, she turned back to Nilly as they went on to the bar, chatting about the wonderful decorations. They waved at GOTO and Helka on the dancefloor, and stepped over Elentari, who was still on the floor, and seemed to have attracted a nice group of people sitting there with her. "Hey, when are the apetizers?" Lossie queeried.
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Post by Lossentilien on Nov 30, 2003 9:31:55 GMT -5
As she walked towards the armchairs, Lossie made a mental note to find Ophelia later in the evening. No doubt something amazing would happen with Ophelia at a party like this. She reached the armchairs and sank into the nearest one, putting the glasses down on a small table. She eyed the bright green liquid...where was Nil? And Elentari, she hadn't seen her either. In fact, there were quite a few people she'd not seen yet. She wondered if it would be possible not to drink those drinks until she found Nil. Tearing her eyes away, she looked around the hall. There was some very odd activity, even for the Imladris members...'Are they eating cameras over there?' A green faery flew past her head. No doubt they were in a hurry to get the appitizers out...another faery...she reached out and grabbed it mid-flight, stuffing it into a little bag tied round her. Her eyes wandered around the room again. Lossie jolted up in her seat, had she really seen that flash of green material? Could it be the elusive Nil?
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Post by Lossentilien on Nov 29, 2003 13:36:25 GMT -5
Lossie arrived calmly just in time to see Nova entering the great doors before her. She walked up the red carpet, stopping for a second to flash a cheeky smile at the photographers. Her dark hair was hanging in long waves down her back, and her greenish dress, rather similar to Nil's, glistened slightly in the flashes of the cameras. Her wings, although slightly smaller than Nils, were a little torn, due to the hazardous journey to the party. Luckily, her dress had the odd strip of torn material, so her wings looked intentionally damaged.
Lossie stepped through the doors, into the great hall. Looking around, it was just how she'd expected it to be, and was especially pleased to see that there was indeed a huge tree surrounded by green faeries. 'Hmm, green faeries...' She thought to herself. 'I wonder where Nil is...' She proceeded into the hall, giving no clue as to wither she even knew how late she was. There were people all around, dancing or chatting. Naturally, Lossie went straight to the bar. She grinned at Ala, before pointing to a ceratin green drink. "Hey Ala. Two please." She bit her lip, wondering where to find Nil with her peace offering. Glancing around, she noticed another member who also seemed to have had a tough time of getting to the party. With a knowing smile and a tilt of her head to her wings, the two stifled a snigger, and quickly looked away. Lossie looked around the room again, wondering how she'd missed Nil. She pulled a leaf out her hair before picking up the two ornate glasses of absinthe and setting off to find her friend.
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Post by Lossentilien on Apr 28, 2005 19:18:06 GMT -5
Ok. Well either you're lying, stupid, or a Ned. And yes. You can do what you want with the smileys. Unless I get pissed off and ban your ass. Sorry to rain on the parade, but I'm tired and moody and miss the days when people actually talked on here. Carry on.
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Post by Lossentilien on Sept 15, 2004 19:47:41 GMT -5
Hehe, thanks Ophe, I just didn't want to ramble on about something y'all might already know. ;D
Ok, Mercy Brown, here we go.
The story of Mercy Lena Brown is by no means an uncommon one, what makes her different is that she was New England's 'last vampire' and has become famous for it.
The story of Mercy Brown begins in the 1800s when consumption (tuberculosis) was a very common and deadly illness. At the time the vampire wasn't like the Hollywood description of today, but was thought to be a being that came in the night, usually foretold in a dream, that would suck out one's life force. Heavy feelings on the chest were a sign that one was cursed to be taken by a vampire.
The reasons for people’s belief in vampires may be a little more understandable if I explain something about consumption...The victim becomes pale, stops eating, and pretty much just wastes away. At night, the condition becomes worse because the patient is lying on their back, ergo fluid and blood can sometimes collect in the lungs. As the illness worsens, the victim may wake up to find blood on their face, neck, and nightclothes. Breathing is laborious, and the body is starved for oxygen, partly due to this build up of fluid in the lungs. Anyhoo...
Mercy Brown was a farmer's daughter living in rural Exeter, Rhode Island. She was only 19 years old when she died of consumption on January 17, 1892. On March 17, 1892, Mercy's body would be exhumed from the cemetery because members of the community suspected the vampire Mercy Brown was attacking her dying brother, Edwin.
The first victim of consumption within the Brown family was Mercy's mother Mary. A few months later the eldest of the Brown daughters also died of consumption. When the only son of the family, Edwin, became ill a few years later he was sent to live in a warmer climate in the hopes of stopping the disease. He stayed there for over a year, but on his return found that his youngest sister Mercy had passed on.
After Mercy’s funeral her brother’s illness got rapidly worse. His father grew more and more frantic, having already lost his wife and two daughters, he was now about to lose his only son. Medicine and science gave no answers, but folklore did. For centuries people had been blaming vampires for the deaths of those who in actual fact died of consumption. So when Edwin awoke late one night from a nightmare, claiming that Mercy had appeared to him, pressing on his chest until he couldn’t breathe, these suspicions of vampires worsened. At this time Edwin was beginning to cough blood, a sign that his time left was coming to an end. Once word got out of Edwin’s dream, a town meeting was held, where it was said that Mercy had to be the one killing off members of the Brown family and possibly even others of the town. Although many of the townsfolk did not believe this, they organized for the Brown family bodies to be dug up for proof.
(The practice of slaying these "walking dead" began in Europe -- some of the ways people dealt with vampires was to dig up the body of the suspect, drive a stake through the heart, rearrange the skeletal remains, remove vital organs, or cremate the entire corpse. All of these rituals involve desecrating the mortal remains. The practice happened with enough regularity that the general population felt it could cure, or at the very least help, whatever evil was overwhelming them.)
The first to be opened was the Mother, Mary. She being dead the longest was only bones. The next was the sister Mary Olive and she too being dead quite some time was also only bones. When Mercy's coffin was opened, many were shocked to see she looked almost alive, and her body had moved. The doctor said she was still with blood in her veins as he cut out her heart, and when he squeezed, blood poured from its arteries. This was proof that Mercy was a vampire and her heart was burned at a nearby rock. Edwin drank the ashes and returned home, only to die a few days later. It may seem a bit coincidental that Mercy’s body had not decomposed, but there was a suggestion that she hadn’t actually been buried when she died, as the ground had been frozen hard, so she had been put in an above ground crypt until the thaw came, meaning that her body would also have been frozen. Mercy Brown also died before embalming became a common practice. During decomposition, it is possible for bodies to sit up, jerk -- even sounds can emit from them because bloating can occur, and if wind escapes by passing over the vocal chords, there could be groans, which would explain why her body had moved.
(It was found that Bram Stoker might have used the myth of Mercy Brown to base his character description of his famous Dracula published in 1897. Newspaper clippings of The Brown family ordeal were found in his files after his death.)
Mercy's story is still being told at Halloween around the campfire. Her grave is said to attract many onlookers. Some even say, she shows herself in the middle of night just sitting and looking out from her grave. This has lead to one of Mercy's very own descendant, Lewis E Peck JR, to stand watch to keep away vandals on the haunted night of October 31. Her gravestone was taken once during the summer of 1996, only to be returned without incident. In death, she was able to leave an incredible mark in history. No matter how medicine can explain the panic in New England, Mercy Brown will always be known as the last vampire in America.
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Post by Lossentilien on Sept 10, 2004 15:51:18 GMT -5
Oh yeah I know all about Erzsebet Bathory, but to my previous knowledge 'Dracula' was no more than a character created by Bram Stoker, who took inspiration from Vlad the Impaler, Erzsebet Bathory and Mercy Brown, to name but a few. (If some of you don't know Mercy Brown I'd be more than happy to ramble about her ) Which is why I'm confused as the character of Vlad Dracula was and male... Oh, and for anyone who's interested, here's an online version of the book of Enoch, it's the best I've come across. www.sacred-texts.com/bib/boe/index.htm
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Post by Lossentilien on Sept 10, 2004 15:20:00 GMT -5
I'm confused about this Dracula being a woman thing...is there something I've missed? There's the book of Enoch, which is a detailed description of Heaven Hell and Sheol, but some people get a bit testy about it... And as for the Anime, I'm kinda surprised you've not come across the regular stuff, it's like anything else, there are some weirdos, but most of it's fine. This pic is from a series called Chobits which was originally a comic (manga). Same with Battle Royale, started out as a manga series. I could go on to list all the fantastic anime and mangas I've seen or read, but this really isn't the place.
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Post by Lossentilien on Sept 2, 2004 14:01:07 GMT -5
Ah but I'm not done yet...my dear Ophe. *evile grin* This is just the beginning. Ra ha ha. When superstitions were at their height regarding all this mytholody and demonology etc etc, when people believed in vampires, a suspected vampire's coffin would be opened to reveal a decomposing body. Medical science obviously wasn't up to the standards of today, so people didn't understand the natural state of decomposition. Upon opening a suspected vampire's coffin, what would they have seen? After death, hair and nails continue to grow, meaning that upon opening a coffin people would see that the hair and nails of the corpse had grown, thus leading to the misconception that the body was in some form still 'living', that the body was that of the 'living dead'. Sometimes blood would be seen coming from the mouth; this led the people to believe that the vampire had fed the night before. On some occasions, scratch marks would be seen on the inside lid of the coffin where the supposed deceased had tried to claw his way out due to being buried alive. It was a not uncommon for living persons to be presumed dead, hence the whole string/bell conception that came about to stop people dying in this horrific manner. It's quite amusing if you think that if they were to open every single coffin of a recently deceased person, they would have seen more or less the same thing. A world which would seem to be populated by vampires, an apocolapse maybe? So now these people had so called evidence that the dead corpse was a vampire. Destruction of the vampire had to take place. A wooden stake would be used to stake the body to the coffin to stop it from rising. Here it's important now to understand how the body decomposes. You might not want to read the next bit... After one week, the skin will blacken and around the fourth day you will sometimes notice a great deal of liquid blood pouring from the lungs. This "bloody purge" probably gave rise to superstitions about vampires. About the fourth day post-mortem, the blood becomes liquefied and gas builds up in the body due to bacterial decomposition. So, when someone had died who was presumed to be a vampire, they would excavate the body and drive a wooden stake through the chest. Due to the gas produced by the decomposition and liquefaction of the blood, the body would spurt out blood and gasses would be released. Often when the gasses were released, the dead body would making a loud moan as the gas passed through the throat, and on some occurrences, the gas build up was so severe, that it could cause the dead body to rise up into a sitting position. Food for thought.
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Post by Lossentilien on Sept 2, 2004 9:26:21 GMT -5
The vampire myth actually goes back further than Bathory and Vlad, although I believe that the bones of these two were never found, it was thought that either they had never died, or that their bones had been removed by followers for spells or to be placed at some secret location.
It depends what you read, but there are tales of Lilith and of Cain both being vampires, although I don't think they were reffered to as such in the bible...As I know more about Lilith, here's a load of stuff for you to..uh...sink your teeth into. (Sorry...)
Some vampire lore has Lilith as either the first and oldest of the vampires, or at least their queen.
Ok, so according to some, Adam and Lilith were created at the same time, made almost equal, but Lilith, refusing to be subserviant to Adam (in other words refused to adopt the missionary position :S) fled the garden. (Here there are variations... ) Adam complained to God who then sent three angels, Sanvi, Sansanvi and Semangelaf, to bring Lilith back to Eden. Lilith rebuffed the angels by cursing them. While by the Red Sea Lilith became a lover to demons, ergo she gave birth to demon babies. The angels said that God would take these demon children away from her unless she returned to Adam. When she did not return, she was punished accordingly. Punishment for not returning to Eden was the murdering of 100 of her offspring on a daily basis. In retaliation, Lilith murdered human babies, usually boys younger than 8 days old and girls younger than 20 days old, and sometimes pregnant mothers. It was after this 'mishap' with Lilith that God made the docile Eve out of Adams own rib. What many people forget is that the "first eve" story of lilith first appeared in medieval times, in the controversial work known as the alphabet of Ben Sirah. although Lilith herself existed before the middle ages, all earlier descriptions of her were demonic. Lilith's true origins are obscure, but both her Sumerian and Babylonian predecessors were also all demonic. Lilith may be many things today, including but not limited to a goddess, a role model, and a demoness, but originally she was purely a demoness. Even though most of the Lilith legend is derived from Jewish folklore, descriptions of the Lilith demon appear in Iranian, Babylonian, Mexican, Greek, Arab, English, German, Oriental and Native American legends. Also, she sometimes has been associated with legendary and mythological characters such as the Queen of Sheba and Helen of Troy. In medieval Europe she was proclaimed to be the wife, concubine or grandmother of Satan. Here's a random story.
"The wife brought the mirror and all of the fine furnishings in the cellar to her own home and proudly displayed it. She hung the mirror in the room of their daughter, who was a dark-haired coquette. The girl glanced at herself in the mirror all the time, and in this way she was drawn into Lilith's web.... For that mirror had hung in the the den of demons, and a daughter of Lilith had made her home there. And when the mirror was taken from the haunted house, the demoness came with it. For every mirror is a gateway to the Other World and leads directly to Lilith's cave. That is the cave Lilith went to when she abandoned Adam and the Garden of Eden for all time, the cave where she sported with her demon lovers. From these unions multitudes of demons were born, who flocked from that cave and infiltrated the world. And when they want to return, they simply enter the nearest mirror. That is why it is said that Lilith makes her home in every mirror... Now the daughter of Lilith who made her home in that mirror watched every movement of the girl who posed before it. She bided her time and one day she slipped out of the mirror and took possession of the girl, entering through her eyes. In this way she took control of her, stirring her desire at will.... So it happened that this young girl, driven by the evil wishes of Lilith's daughter, ran around with young men who lived in the same neighborhood."
From "Lilith's Cave," Lilith's Cave: Jewish tales of the supernatural, edited by Howard Schwartz
Other folktales describe of how Lilith captured Jewish babies in the night and ate them, and how she led young girls and young husbands astray. Although Lilith was demonized by early Jewish culture as a symbol of promiscuity and disobedience, many modern Jewish feminists see Lilith as a positive figure, a model of woman as equal to man in the creation story.
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Post by Lossentilien on Jul 14, 2004 13:27:43 GMT -5
Ah ok thank god, cause this is basically my understanding of an incubus- www.occultopedia.com/i/incubus.htm And that would highly disturb me, so am glad to have it cleared up.
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Post by Lossentilien on Jul 13, 2004 14:01:03 GMT -5
Incubus?? Now you have me worried as my understanding of an Incubus was something that rapes women in their sleep... Or seduces them, either way...very scared now Ophe
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