Note: The story is going to be rather casual and I'm making it because I'm bored and I wanted to give people a feel of what the Verion (the name of the leading family) will be like.
It was 7:30 PM, in the sewers at the Verion Void Cult base. Many shendar, shendar half-breeds, and even a few Ailor were around the fire singing, dancing, and having fun. At around eight, a thin, slendar shendar with casual Regalian clothing. It was Angolben, leader of the cult. He raised his hands in the air and everybody went silent, looking to him as he spoke, "Now my friends. It is time we pray to the Archdemon and the Vices." The musicians began playing their loud instruments as the void worshippers prayed. After that was done, everybody began talking and socializing again.
The cult usually has dinner after praying to the demons of the void, and the sat at the table. Out of another room-- the kitchen -- came a chubby half-nelfin with sickly gray skin, blonde hair with spots of faded out white hair dye, and a small tail coming out the bottom of her shirt, and small lamb-like horns. She was Maewen Verion, youngest daughter of Angolben, possessed by a pleasure voidling. After her came a couple other shendar, and they were holding trays with plates and food on them and they set them up around the table. After they gave everyone their plates of food and sat down in their spots. Maewin sat next to another half-nelfin with the same blonde hair and skin as her, but was heavily muscled. He had Devil-Like horns and dark gray eye-whites. This was Thinion, Maewen's twin brother and middle child of Angolben; he was possessed with a Wrath voidling. He nudged Maewin and asked her, "Do you know where Kristina is?" Maewin replied, "She's probably putting on make-up. I don't know why she's so obsessed with her looks. It's just the cult dinner." Thinion tried answering her, "Maybe she's trying to take that extra step to impress Leruhn (elven name for the pleasure vice)." Maewin lets out a sigh and says, "There's no use waiting I guess, we may as well--" Before she could finish her sentence, a pale woman with hair dyed an elegant snow white hair came out of a room behind the dining room, wearing somewhat revealing tribal clothing, and spoke in a rather attention-seeking voice, "Here I am, men. Did'ya miss me?" This was Kristina, oldest daughter of Angolben and born during a pleasure worship festival. She was used to attention with her physical beauty. (and yes, in case you're wondering, this character is inspired by Aphrodite from greek mythology) She went and sat in between her father and Thinion. They began eating, and that was that.
About an hour later, when everybody was done with dinner, they did the final event of the night. The fights. They worshipped Wrath by having warriors willingly fight each other. The warriors usually fight for either to have fun or for training, and it entertains everyone else, too. Thinion, who usually fought in these battles walked up to Maewin and challenged her to a battle. She declined, but Thinion kept bugging her. "C'mon, it'll be fun. I can go easy on you and do hand-to-hand." She sighed, "Fine. If you insist." He reached his hand forward and pinched her stomach, "Good luck, you'll need it." Kristina walked up to the twins, "Why do you even try, Maewin? If you even want a chance at beating Thinion, you gotta at least try losing some weight first. I mean seriously, you look like a kleinfolk who's been trapped in a room for months with nothing to do but eat and drink." Kristina snickered, though despite how ridiculously exaggerated the insult was, Maewin snapped at her, "Why don't you keep your pretty little f**king mouth shut!" The other members heard Maewin, and stared at her as Ben walked over. "Would you like to repeat that, Maewin?" She kept quiet, and Kristina was trying to hold in her laughter. "I didn't stutter. Would you like to repeat that, Maewin?" Maewin mumbled, "I told her to keep her pretty little freaking mouth shut." Angolben protested, "That's no the word I heard." He looked to some other people. "Anybody want to tell me what she said?" By this point, everyone in the cult knew Ben was an over-protective dad. The room was silent until someone spoke, "She told Kristina to keep her pretty little f-ing mouth shut." (Strong language is generally not allowed in the cult when everyone's gathered together. Ben is especially protective of his own children using it.) Ben spoke, "That's what I thought I heard. Well than, guess who gets the privilege of making tomorrow's dinner all by herself." Maewin didn't think that'd be too bad, until Ben added, "And then you can't eat any of it." A single meal missed didn't seem to bad to the average sewer dweller, but she is not only pleasure possessed, but she'll have to make around twenty meals by herself and she can't even taste her own hard work. Then, the day went of as usual until everybody went to sleep. Just the usual at the Verion Void Cult
It was 7:30 PM, in the sewers at the Verion Void Cult base. Many shendar, shendar half-breeds, and even a few Ailor were around the fire singing, dancing, and having fun. At around eight, a thin, slendar shendar with casual Regalian clothing. It was Angolben, leader of the cult. He raised his hands in the air and everybody went silent, looking to him as he spoke, "Now my friends. It is time we pray to the Archdemon and the Vices." The musicians began playing their loud instruments as the void worshippers prayed. After that was done, everybody began talking and socializing again.
The cult usually has dinner after praying to the demons of the void, and the sat at the table. Out of another room-- the kitchen -- came a chubby half-nelfin with sickly gray skin, blonde hair with spots of faded out white hair dye, and a small tail coming out the bottom of her shirt, and small lamb-like horns. She was Maewen Verion, youngest daughter of Angolben, possessed by a pleasure voidling. After her came a couple other shendar, and they were holding trays with plates and food on them and they set them up around the table. After they gave everyone their plates of food and sat down in their spots. Maewin sat next to another half-nelfin with the same blonde hair and skin as her, but was heavily muscled. He had Devil-Like horns and dark gray eye-whites. This was Thinion, Maewen's twin brother and middle child of Angolben; he was possessed with a Wrath voidling. He nudged Maewin and asked her, "Do you know where Kristina is?" Maewin replied, "She's probably putting on make-up. I don't know why she's so obsessed with her looks. It's just the cult dinner." Thinion tried answering her, "Maybe she's trying to take that extra step to impress Leruhn (elven name for the pleasure vice)." Maewin lets out a sigh and says, "There's no use waiting I guess, we may as well--" Before she could finish her sentence, a pale woman with hair dyed an elegant snow white hair came out of a room behind the dining room, wearing somewhat revealing tribal clothing, and spoke in a rather attention-seeking voice, "Here I am, men. Did'ya miss me?" This was Kristina, oldest daughter of Angolben and born during a pleasure worship festival. She was used to attention with her physical beauty. (and yes, in case you're wondering, this character is inspired by Aphrodite from greek mythology) She went and sat in between her father and Thinion. They began eating, and that was that.
About an hour later, when everybody was done with dinner, they did the final event of the night. The fights. They worshipped Wrath by having warriors willingly fight each other. The warriors usually fight for either to have fun or for training, and it entertains everyone else, too. Thinion, who usually fought in these battles walked up to Maewin and challenged her to a battle. She declined, but Thinion kept bugging her. "C'mon, it'll be fun. I can go easy on you and do hand-to-hand." She sighed, "Fine. If you insist." He reached his hand forward and pinched her stomach, "Good luck, you'll need it." Kristina walked up to the twins, "Why do you even try, Maewin? If you even want a chance at beating Thinion, you gotta at least try losing some weight first. I mean seriously, you look like a kleinfolk who's been trapped in a room for months with nothing to do but eat and drink." Kristina snickered, though despite how ridiculously exaggerated the insult was, Maewin snapped at her, "Why don't you keep your pretty little f**king mouth shut!" The other members heard Maewin, and stared at her as Ben walked over. "Would you like to repeat that, Maewin?" She kept quiet, and Kristina was trying to hold in her laughter. "I didn't stutter. Would you like to repeat that, Maewin?" Maewin mumbled, "I told her to keep her pretty little freaking mouth shut." Angolben protested, "That's no the word I heard." He looked to some other people. "Anybody want to tell me what she said?" By this point, everyone in the cult knew Ben was an over-protective dad. The room was silent until someone spoke, "She told Kristina to keep her pretty little f-ing mouth shut." (Strong language is generally not allowed in the cult when everyone's gathered together. Ben is especially protective of his own children using it.) Ben spoke, "That's what I thought I heard. Well than, guess who gets the privilege of making tomorrow's dinner all by herself." Maewin didn't think that'd be too bad, until Ben added, "And then you can't eat any of it." A single meal missed didn't seem to bad to the average sewer dweller, but she is not only pleasure possessed, but she'll have to make around twenty meals by herself and she can't even taste her own hard work. Then, the day went of as usual until everybody went to sleep. Just the usual at the Verion Void Cult
