Time passes much more quickly in Rohandor and many long and happy years have gone by since the characters retired to enjoy their respective 'happily ever afters,' their greatest foes were imprisoned in the Forever Stone, bound in an eternal sleep. Until Now.
Happily Ever Afters takes place in Rohandor, a mystical realm on another plane of existence from our own. Here our favorite Disney heroes and villains live in a world all their own; Alive, but far from well. Heroes and heroines fight to keep peace while newly freed villains seek their revenge. Come join us in an epic adventure as the characters you love clash in a struggle that will determine the fate of Rohandor!
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Grimhilde could not be entirely certain how much time had passed since Maleficent departed, giving her full leave of the dungeon laboratory in her lofty castle. The hours after were filled with near ceaseless, fervent searching. Tome after scroll were fetched at her order by the Keepers - mystically bound, formless attendants. The Queen would sift urgently through its contents and tried a number of various concoctions found within them. When one after another they proved useless she cast them aside, where a Keeper would dutifully pick them up and return them to their place.
Three fruitless hours into her mad quest the arthritis in her joints became insufferable. Her fingers were drawn into knots of cramping muscles so that Grimhilde couldn't even hope to pry open the leather faces of the arcane volumes brought to her without great discomfort. Still she fumbled on. At length, in the dark laboratory where the passing of what counted as day and night in the Forbidden Mountains was unknowable, the Queen found a formula that showed promise.
Her fatigue was a great thing, then, but the prospect of finally being rid of her peddler woman disguise gave her a last burst of vitality. With much difficulty - less, were she to ask more of the Keepers, but pride and an all-encompassing zeal waylaid her - Grimhilde began following the recipe for the elixir. The next line of instructions read "Wait for the thunderclap." Having no alternative and weighted down by the exhaustion of her wizened form, the Queen retired to a chair at one of the work stations in the laboratory.
She entered into fitful and shallow sleep sitting there, but when a sound of thunder shook the chamber and woke her, Grimhilde felt much better (if a bit sore) for it. Her rotten gums and yellowed teeth split in a crazed grin between her mangled nose and boil-encrusted chin. The Queen hobbled forward. With one hand she grabbed a ladle that she used to spoon the contents of the laboratory's central cauldron into a goblet she'd snatched in the other. Trembling from both weakness and expectation, Grimhilde brought the chalice to her mouth and drank deeply, heedless of the awful taste of the mixture.
The Queen finished the draft and was taken over by a fit of coughing. She stumbled to a table and grasped it for support. Through the hacking she looked down at her person, willing it to change and revert to its true, fair state. The fit finished. Grimhilde waited long moments, then, when it was clear nothing was happening, a terrible rage roared up within her. She snarled and hurled the goblet away from her to shatter on the wall beside the dungeon door. Her hunched chest heaved, the sound of her own wheezing breath alone a pestilence to her ears.
Then that fury was overtaken by frost, and a renewed and even more vindictive purpose. "Another spellbook, at once!" she ordered, and the Keepers moved to obey.
Last Edit: Oct 25, 2016 21:49:09 GMT -5 by Grimhilde
Post by Maleficent on Oct 29, 2016 16:16:40 GMT -5
There was something soothing about the darkness that blanketed her domain. Comforting about the storms that came and went, the loud crashing that almost seemed to consume the air and the bright electric flickering that could light the whole sky up with no effort at all. It was beautiful and welcoming. Maleficent could watch it with hours slipping past and not even notice. A sharp and familiar cawing turned Maleficent’s gaze as she looked toward her constant companion.
“My pet, I trust you have scouted no new allies for us today?” She inquired. The black-feathered bird simply cawed again in response. “Well we shall continue our search for the rest tomorrow. Rest yourself.” She told the bird and he spread his wings before rising back into the night sky.
It had been a long time since Maleficent had left her newest guest in the lab. There had been no word from her which suggested that things were either going well… or not so well. Surely she’d made some headway in undoing the curse. She supposed the potency of the spell should be given the credit it that it was due but perhaps in the future she could offer herself an easier out from such magic.
She left the stone bridge where she’d taken up her vigil of the night and headed back into the castle and down into the dark bowels below. Soon enough she descending the last of the stairs and stood once more at the doorway. Her expression remained stoic as she took in the scene of the rather frazzled sorceress still in the form of a hag. “I see my resources haven’t been much aid.” She noted somewhat grimly.
The presence that bloomed at Grimhilde's back was unmistakable. The utter power that her hostess possessed was impossible to miss. Even the blind and deaf would note it. The Queen wondered if Maleficent could mask her aura of strength if she desired. Then she realized that, with how strong the dark fairy was, why would she ever have cause to do so? Regardless, Maleficent's entrance into the dungeon laboratory stiffened the Queen where she was, leaning over the next spellbook that the Keepers had fetched her.
Grimhilde couldn't stand to appear feeble or weak by anyone as a general rule. Her present state, locked in the peddler woman disguise, undermined that enough. The least she could do was to try to appear mentally sound and put together in the meantime. The Queen looked over her shoulder at Maleficent, grateful that she'd arrived after her temper boiled over. She couldn't rid her air of frustration, but otherwise looked much more professional than what the Keepers had witnessed a minute prior.
"Quite contrarily: they are priceless," Grimhilde said automatically about Maleficent's provided resources. She was being honest, to a point, but then also falling back on the kind of tactful flattery that she'd once used hand-in-hand with her beauty to gain power and influence; to gain a King's hand in marriage. The Queen was rusty, owing to the fact that she hadn't been forced to use social nuances for many years there at the end of her reign, but it came easily enough. "I just need to find the proper potion."
The Queen turned back to the pages in front of her. One of her fingers worried over the edges of her lip while she thought. "Perhaps-," she mused. "Perhaps I need to look for something of the same sort as what did this?" Grimhilde turned to the Keepers that hovered and listed through the air of the dark dungeon. "My book was labeled simply "disguises," and many of its pages were in Italian script," she told them in her croaking voice. They rushed off to do her bidding and the Queen laboriously turned to face Maleficent.
"Thank you once again for your incomparable hospitality," she said. Grimhilde inwardly snarled, because words that would sound so regal and composed in her true form came off anything but from the crone that was her prison.
Post by Maleficent on Oct 31, 2017 17:54:56 GMT -5
"It's my pleasure," Maleficent replied. She had been about to say 'You're welcome' but that would have been at least a little bit of a lie. Maleficent valued her isolation and having he palace housing more and more guests as the days past was going to eventually start weighing on her patience. Of course she'd barely seen anything of Grimhilde since she's arrived and even then she wasn't exactly an unruly guest like she expected some of the others to be. She would take the regal if currently haggered queen over many of her fellow allies any day. With those she was choosing to ally having a tendancy toward distrust and dishonesty, she wanted to offer no reason for them to betray her, at least from her end so she made sure to only speak truth.
Maleficent watched as books flitted about the room being removed and replaced by her skilled and knowedgeable constructs. They were some of the greatest magicks she had ever conjured if she did say so herself.
As Grimhilde offered a more detailed descripton of the tome she worked her magic from Maleficent felt her lips grow thin as she tried to think of anything in her library that might match that description even barely. As she had previously told the queen, Maleficent's own expertise with potions wasn't much so her lair probably didn't possess a whole lot that would be of use.
Maleficent watched her companion as she continued to look through the books for her solution and finally offered what was probably not something the other woman wanted to hear, "Many spellbooks are one of a kind. I do hope there is something here that will help you but perhaps the only way to undo this spell is to reclaim your book from wherever it is." Perhaps Grimhilde's tome was a grimoire she had created herself or perhaps it was merely one she had acquired over her life. Either way the spells inside could easily be specific to that tome.
After Grimhilde's next request to the Keepers, and Maleficent's reply to her gratitude, the Queen's attention was stolen by the tomes and scrolls being brought to her. One after another the aged woman leafed through pages or ran cataract-studded eyes over faded papyrus only to scowl and push the items back into the disembodied grasp of the construct that had brought them to her.
When the Queen had done so with the last of the samples the Keepers brought her, Maleficent's silken voice resounded from behind the crone. Grimhilde looked over her shoulder at her hostess, then braced her weight on a table with one hand to aid her turning to face Maleficent properly. The dark fairy's tone was regretful and mildly irritated, and she said things that the Queen had quietly feared in the hours since being given leave of the laboratory.
Maleficent voicing Grimhilde's secret worry forced her to face the prospect, though. She sagged the slightest bit, wanting dearly to collapse into a chair but refusing to let herself in front of the fairy. Her gaze turned at once weary and spiteful; resigned but chafed. "I have feared as much, though I hoped to manage a reversal more easily."
The Queen could no longer disguise the tremor in her weak legs and waddled to the nearest seat to lower laboriously down into it. Her bones and joints creaked and she stared up at Maleficent, scowling. "The problem remains that I do not know where my belongings were taken."
Grimhilde's scowl and air of frustration was interrupted by a sudden idea. Loathe as she was to voice it, her desire to regain her former appearance far outweighed any sense of pride she had. "Unless... you would have a means to locate them?" The Queen's bulbous eye shone with longing she didn't have the energy to stem.
Post by Maleficent on Jan 31, 2018 22:39:31 GMT -5
Maleficent frowned and enclosed the crystal orb of her staff between her folded hands as she twined her fingers together. Finding things was not exactly her strong suit. Even with an entire squadron of goons at her disposal, none of them had been able to locate Aurora. It was only when she had sent Diablo out to look for her that anything had turned up and even that was only because those foolish fairies had been recklessly using their magic.
"If we had something from the book perhaps we could use the piece of it to track the rest of the object." Maleficent offered. It was more putting voice to her thoughts than an actual suggestion. She doubted Grimhilde had something like that and even if they were able to return to her castle the idea that any pages would simply be left behind seemed unlikely. "I know there are spells buried in these books that could track magical objects. Books themselves wouldn't leave any magical residue that can be tracked, however, so it seems those spells would be of little-"
Maleficent caught herself and tilted her head toward Grimhilde. "Perhaps we could ask your magic mirror where your book has gone." Maleficent said smoothly. "Even if we can't track your spellbook specifically, certainly an artifact like that would be able to help. That, we could certainly use a spell to find." A item like that would solve any number of problems. "Or we could simply use a spell to pinpoint some locations that have a substantial magical aura and are in likely locations where your stolen property might be and strike."
Grimhilde waited with baited breath, watching Maleficent with scarcely disguised longing while the dark fairy pondered the problem before them. When she spoke, the Queen nearly bit her tongue in frustration with herself. When she began using Maleficent's vast resources, Grimhilde hadn't for a moment thought that they would be futile.
With the change of tact, the different angle of approach, there were other options to consider. Ones that Grimhilde's mind, weary from its current form and long hours of toil, just couldn't catch. Ones that were obvious, and that Maleficent said almost as though musing. Being vexed with herself could wait, though, because the progress toward her salvation was finally moving forward again. She could feel it.
Finding the books was a matter quite removed from removing her peddler woman disguise. One that she might be able to accomplish with Maleficent's help. But how? As the dark fairy went on to point out, the tomes themselves would be immune to simple mystical locating methods; Grimhilde may have not dabble overmuch in sheer magic, most often clinging to alchemy and potion crafting to augment her beauty, but she wasn't completely ignorant on the subject.
Then Maleficent recalled yet another obvious piece of the puzzle toward her return to beauty. Grimhilde, who had taken to pacing in a bent shuffle while Maleficent spoke, stopped abruptly at mention of her Mirror. Of course, retrieving her beloved Mirror was the goal that was rooted most deeply in her heart. Yet, she avoided the quest to do so because, as she was now, the Queen knew there was no way the Slave would say she was fairest of all.
Grimhilde could not tolerate hearing that she wasn't, and foolish though it sounded, she didn't know if she could stand before the Mirror and summon the Slave within without inquiring that singular thing. Still... Options were quickly dwindling, and if regaining her former appearance came with the price of facing the Mirror as a hag, then so be it.
"Yes," the Queen said, at last and in defeat. "My Mirror may be the only way." Grimhilde drew a gnarled hand over her aged eyes. "No magic can fully hide it from my divining. Only I know all of the Mirror's secrets." Grimhilde lowered her fingers and stared at Maleficent. She hated the thought of revealing one guarded truth of the Mirror to the dark fairy, but she feared there wasn't any choice.
"Do you possess a spell to call upon ancestral blood? To use one's to find that of another? It shouldn't be too difficult, especially for a tie as strong as mine to the Slave of my Magic Mirror."
David Xanatos: Kat's back. Hope the vacation was fun.
Jul 21, 2018 21:00:05 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: 'Twas a good trip! I'm sad it's over, but at the same time I'm glad to be back home so I can finish up my cosplays for a con next month and hang out with my cats
Jul 26, 2018 12:34:56 GMT -5
Basil of Baker Street: Hope the cosplay goes well. I'm putting away a little extra for a con in a few weeks. and yay cats, they're always good company. Except for that one who slaps me unprovoked XD. So what cosplays do you have in mind unless they're secret?
Jul 26, 2018 17:07:41 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: I'm cosplaying Pearl from Steven Universe and Joseph Joestar from JoJo's Bizarre Adventure!
Jul 26, 2018 23:16:41 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: I'm almost done both of them, I just have to finish styling Pearl's wig and fix up Joseph's gloves and wristbands
Jul 26, 2018 23:17:31 GMT -5
Basil of Baker Street: Awesome. Had to look up Jojo because I'm not hip with the modern pop culture but I hope they turn out well.
Jul 30, 2018 15:33:15 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: I only just started watching the anime last year and I haven't even touched the manga, so I'm barely hip with it lol. fortunately I have my cosplay buddy guiding me through the whole experience
Jul 30, 2018 22:29:38 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: also I finally finished the gloves! They were more of a pain to work with than I expected, but they'll hold together... I hope...
Jul 30, 2018 22:30:13 GMT -5
Basil of Baker Street: Niceness. Hoping they hold also. Got the Dublin comic con next Saturday here. Hoping to meet Karl Urban.
Aug 1, 2018 19:05:32 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: Cool! I think he's coming to my city in the fall, if I remember correctly. Hope you enjoy the con, Daryl!
Aug 2, 2018 19:10:23 GMT -5
Basil of Baker Street: I spoke too soon. Karl Urban had to cancel for schedule conflicts. They got Nick Frost though, I'm gonna ask him if he'll sign my Hot Fuzz.
Aug 3, 2018 18:08:47 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: Dang! Nick Frost is great though, I love his character in Into the Badlands
Aug 4, 2018 22:54:36 GMT -5
Basil of Baker Street: Enjoy your weekend Kat, hope the costumes came out as you wanted.
Aug 10, 2018 16:49:31 GMT -5
Basil of Baker Street: Met Nick Frost and Michael Dorn at the weekend. Both very nice blokes.
Aug 13, 2018 15:22:59 GMT -5
Dodger: Happy 2019 everyone
Jan 1, 2019 10:54:04 GMT -5
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