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Meeting Savir

Posted in Black Caste on January 29, 2011 by crow1971

[2011/01/29 06:32] Crow had heard from hiss spies a stranger had arrived. His brow arch in surprise when he waved one of them away that clearly pointed the man out. He however didn’t yet approach and remains as this statue … waiting … remembering and perhaps trying to get rid of his original desire to close the distance and grab the man at his shoulders. To show that he enjoyed to see the man was something he considered not appropriate.

[2011/01/29 06:32] Savir moves thru the street, weaving thru the people, those that didn’t step aside for one such as himself. Savir suddenly glances up and sees a killer, or at least one wearing his colours as many did this day under a light post. His stance and hair reminded him of someone he would secretly called a friend.

[2011/01/29 06:34] Savir stopped in his tracks and watched the man a moment. Suddenly seeing his face, he felt his stomach turn…he felt weak for a moment….unable to keep his stoic reserve that their caste was famous for. He was surely seeing something. Perhaps too much weather and not enough water. His mind was playing a cruel trick on him. I gazed upon the face of a killer named Crow. A killer long since known to me as dead.

[2011/01/29 06:36] Savir felt his jaw loosen, and tears stung his eyes, yet did not flow. Savir made several deliberate strides over to the man…intent on disproving this mirage and setting about his previous task of seeking his caste out in this city.

[2011/01/29 06:36] Crow noticed the man seeing him and there was perhaps that slightest grin upon his features. One that could mean almost anything and yet his eyes seemed to rest calm upon the man. Something that might be the only thing showing that there was indeed that small increase of his bloodstream of joy. Than seeing the recognition he indeed moved, swift as ever … trained to the bone … and in physical health that might show that he hadn’t yet aged. “Tal Killer.” he spoke low while he moved his hand in a gallant motion for him to follow.

[2011/01/29 06:37] Savir shook his head… he muttered “Crow…” seeing the killers beckon to follow him, he stood silent, shook into silence.

[2011/01/29 06:38] Crow nodded slow thoughtfully as ever “Two still makes them a murder.” he added while he regarded him “It is good to see you Savir …” he paused hoping that his voice didn’t hold to much emotion. “And in such good health.” he quickly added. Again he moved his hand to follow.

[2011/01/29 06:39] Savir simply nodded at Crow and followed him…

[2011/01/29 06:41] Savir : “Full of osts is my mind… for you..” his face of mixture of pain and relief. “I visited your grave”

[2011/01/29 06:41] Crow knew his way in Ar as not many did and when he stopped they were in this small alley

[2011/01/29 06:42] Crow nods “As many did …. it seem the Priest Kings had other things in mind than letting me pass.” he grins “After all who is not without mistakes … I found one and learned.”

[2011/01/29 06:42] Savir : “Where the hell have you been Crow?” a shuddering smile returning to his face. Savir extended his hand to his long lost, but never forgotten friend.

[2011/01/29 06:44] Crow immediate took it in a firm grip and there was a smile, one that never really lost him however still rare “I ve been in the Sardar … and was sent here to see to a task that is of highest importance to the PK.” he replied “Who would guess I would return the place I left to become what I am now hmmm…” he studies him “And you … you seemed to have still that talent as your name was never whispered to my ear … ”

[2011/01/29 06:46] Savir gripped Crows hand at the elbow, and firmly shook his hand. “I have been travelling, I am perhaps failing my caste to admit to you here, that I was lost for a time after your death. I know we are taught to spern such feeling. I ended up among the torturers of the wagon people. I studied the art of pain, and truth from them.”

[2011/01/29 06:49] Crow lifted his eyes to his and there was a look of understanding “I know …. and was beaten as I am sure you have been to get rid of it … and yet … the day I will part of it I will fail the caste more is my guess.” he replied low while there seemed to be a warmth that only his slave had seen more than once. “I am sure that the knowledge is not wasted … What brings you to Ar … not a hunt I see.” there was a brief light of hope that he would remain … although not yet speaking it out loud.

[2011/01/29 06:51] Savir : “I have returned to the whole of gor, seeking those I once knew of the caste out. I have already this day been imprisoned, and escaped from Treve. The world has changed during my travel. But the knowledge gained, on reading gorean emotion, lies, and truth I feel were worth my stay. I have now sought to reaquaint myself in my craft and I could have not asked the Priest Kings for a better return….to see you…here I believe my search is over”

[2011/01/29 06:54] Crow gripped his arm with the other hand now too “The Priest Kings do have merci on my old soul it seems.” he replied “Much indeed has happened … some men have fallen … ” he said although they weren’t mentioned “You look at the new Master Assassin of Ar … and having you here makes me wonder if the Priest Kings might have more knowledge of what is about to come.” he knew of the art Savir had studied and it would be one that would benefit him more than he could express “Ar needs a man as you Savir … a man that can see through the disguises of lies and untruths … ” he said.

[2011/01/29 06:57] Savir grips with his other hand as well. “By the priest kings! They went and made you a master assassin eh? Its about time and well deserved! And yes while the art of torturing someone isn’t of much use to our caste, the psychology behind it is astounding. As well as what the gorean face tells one when they speak…And then you cut down to the soul of that person, and find the truth. After awhile you could tell without cutting them at all. I would be honoured to pledge my sword to you here in Ar”

[2011/01/29 07:01] Crow smiled “I would be honoured to have you here …. as not only to what your capable off but as one I ..”he paused and than decided to be straight forward “the one I trust my life with … Perhaps you would consider becoming my captain … since that spot is still vacant …” he added as if it was meaningless although Savir would be able to tell it was for all the right reasons. “I have to see too several things but get yourself aquinted … see if Ar …. and the devious citizens is the place you wish to remain … we are as most those that search … until truly finding that which wants us to settle.”

[2011/01/29 07:03] Savir nods to Crow. “I will serve you in whatever capacity you wish to have me serve in. I will aquiaint myself with the city, I will learn it well, and it’s citizens will become my new subject of study. And I will take up your offer when you feel I am ready to do so. I feel as whatever I was searching for is found, at least for now, Master Killer”

[2011/01/29 07:06] Crow chuckles “Good to see you Savir … but remember know what you wish for … I am certain we both understand that what lies beneath is far from just jolly good … there is a war with Tyros … and many merchants that desire the gold of the Ubara … ” he had to leave “We will meet soon Savir … and be aware … not all what it seems is gold …. ” he gripped the mans shoulders “Gold and Steel Killer.” with that he left the man … however his step seemed lighter somewhat relieved that he finally found the one he trusted on his right.

[2011/01/29 07:07] Savir : “I will remember that Killer. Gold and Steel” and with that he smiled to Crow. Knowing that they would not be able to do so, so freely again.

The sharpness of a tongue

Posted in Mastery on January 26, 2011 by crow1971

[04:24] Crow had been silent and had tried to see who was about and who wasn’t. It wasn’t the place to be that loud in his musings but when he saw the many girls he ponders on their life. The beauty of a slave, the most treasured possession a man could own. “They are the promise of spring.” he mused to himself while his eyes travel to those women that hid their beauty behind the heavy robes.

[04:26] Crow ponders as he believed the woman that were covered most often were unaware of the freedom a slave owned by kneeling next to him. “For killers they are the temptation to warmth … which of course … are … real challenges.” he replied darkly.

[04:27] Zen (zen.greymyst): and for quirky magistrates they are a distraction from duty.. but a joyous one.. mind you I can always find work and interesting tasks for a kajira of merit

[04:29] Crow nodded slow while his eyes now rest upon the covered woman in white “A man always wonders … to what beauty may lay behind the many layers of fabric … to capture and make a lady submit is as a contest … and in the end her devotion is the trophy he owns.”

[04:31] Free woman Esme scoffs aloud at the man’s boisterous jests. For surely they must be jests, or his mind addled from ale or blunt trauma. She simply moved across the room to stand more boldly in front of him. Gleaming in the white and gold of her caste and proud of them in the rigid stance in which she stood. “A contest, you say? Perhaps you are speaking of Turia? You should maybe head there and see if there are any women on the stakes, who like to play at games.”

[04:32] Crow shook his head slow “Lady …. permit me to explain …” he said gallant “As I have little interest in proving myself nor my strength … My age and the pockets I own are reason enough to understand that what I do …I am quite well at.” he said. His eyes slightly narrow to observe her “But enlighten me … when you see a slave … what is it that you see ?” he asks.

[04:36] Free woman Esme was certainly no fool as to what the man was, and there was the ancient fear that all reasonable people had for assassins. It was, however, much the same as the unnatural fear someone might have for an urt or an ost…merely a superstition, ingrained over centuries because they brought plague or death. They were, in truth, no more frightening than anything else, as too was this killer, for he worked only for coin and she had no ire against her. “I am very good at what I do as well. As for what I see when I see a slave, that’s really none of your concern, nor does it have much merit as a question. That is like asking me what I see when I look at an implement for gardening. It’s a tool.”

[04:39] Crow nods slow, unbothered by her reserved and distant pose. He could understand the cold attitude as it kept the woman in her robes. In his mind she was in her own prison of what she believed to be freedom. “I am merely searching for one that may wish to counter my musings, Lady … ” he lifted his hands that had drained the life from many up for her to see. Palms towards her in a harmless gesture. “I don’t mean wrong … and as I know I have no claim for you to answer .. perhaps you would indulge my curiosity ?” he challenged.

[04:43] Free woman Esme furrowed her brows, unseen beneath the shadowed concealment of her hood, rather mocking the man’s intelligence with a flash of ire in her eyes, “I believe I just did indulge you, sir. For, I said it clearly. Perhaps, in your hubris, you found my answer not to your liking. As I said, when I see a slave, I may as well see an implement used for gardening. They are tools. Each of them serves a different purpose. If a slave is a lure slave, I expect them to lure. If a slave is a kitchen slave, I expect to see sul’s peeled. If a slave, such as a man captured in battle…I would expect to see him rowing a ship or mining a quarry.”

[04:46] Crow grins darkly “So a tool … a mere animal that serves a purpose … and yet she is a complete woman … A woman that doesn’t only cook, serve but even lights a heart with passion for her … ” he arched a brow “Have you ever felt your heart ache ? Have you ever felt the desire to brush your hand to a man simply to show affection.” he lifted his hand “Don’t answer … as I am sure the mere thought will offend you … ” he looks behind him seeing a beautiful red haired slave. He snapped his finger and made a sign for her to display herself while standing.

[04:48] Slave Egypt stand her body completely erect hearing His fingers click she opens her leg feet wide apart arms outstretched above her head her golden orbs still remaining on His boots though remaining silent

[04:49] Crow closed the distance while his finger tenderly brushed her chin while he circles around her “Does she not look like yourself when you undress ?” he challenged “And yet she is allowed to move her body to my touch while you can not.” he took some of her red locks between his fingers and felt the texture. He took it to smell the delicious scent of her slave perfume.

[04:50] Free woman Esme answered regardless, once more challenging the man, as he had asked for, he would receive, in droves. “A complete woman, you say? Let her bear a child then? Oh, wait, she cannot. For it is not her place in this world to bear children. Forgive me. Better yet, have her hand a legal document to you…or serve her Home Stone by honoring her Caste. Oh wait…once more I am a fool, for she cannot,” her eyes shot daggers at the man, though there was a subtle inkling in her mind to keep her words challenging, but controlled. “No, she is not a complete woman. Nor, I am sure, would you think me one. For it is the lot of the Gorean woman to never be whole. Men are afforded that privileged, as you can gallivant around, drinking and carousing. And too, they can hold caste, have children and serve their Home Stone.”

[04:53] Slave Egypt takes a deep breath in bumps forming on her soft flesh from His touch, eyes close as He takes her hair in His hand a soft moan escapes her lips smelling His sweet aroma close to her she forces herself to remain still, not to smile as she is used by Him to prove a point to the woman

[04:53] Crow shook his head “But you miss the point … as I am indeed aware that woman of your statue are needed ….. ” he answers her truthful “I do not doubt that at all … ” he continues. He brushed his hand over her shoulder to her perfect size breasts and again the touch was gentle, which might be odd for a man that had killed many with his bare hands. “She is not allowed to bare children … unless for breeding simply because we want her there to look at us with complete devotion … with the understanding that her heart makes her most treasured … makes us want to fight wars to keep her at the feet … does that trigger jealousy ?” he asks to none in particular.

[04:57] Slave Egypt struggles to keep her breathing steady though knowing His touch any further would trigger the passion within her, her head falls back slightly as her arms begin to tremble eyes now sliding open to see the Mans beautiful hair she remains perfectly quiet listening to His deep voice near her

[04:57] Free woman Esme let out a haughty laugh at the man’s display. She wondered if he thought he was doing what a hundred men had not tried to do in front of free women before, flaunting a slave. She glanced over at the slave in question, her eyes holding no jealousy, but rather looked down upon her and ironically smiled behind her veil, most pleased with the fact that she could take a crop to the woman’s flesh for no reason other than she desired it. “It is a lie that men fight wars over slaves. True, a man might take his city to war over a stolen slave or a slave that he desired. But do not think for a moment that it is the slave in question that the man is going to war over. No, it is his pride. It is the boldness of men that sends him to war, and nothing else. The girl could be anyone. No war was ever fought over a girl…wars are only fought over matters of honour and pride.”

[05:01] Crow laughs now “You sound as many scarlets that desired to spar with tongues of an assassin.” he chuckles while he snapped his finger to the slave for her to relax. “It might even be more funny …” he chuckles “That I an assassin should tell you this ..” he runs his hand over his chin “Slaves are the promises of spring to a killer that is of the winter, cold and without the thought his heart is ever going to melt … and yet … I believe it is the purest of love that makes him go from his horrible task to his tent … to find her there … with eyes of devotion, lips of delicious taste that makes him forget what he has done simply.” he smiled which was rare to the slave “A promise of Spring …” he tells her.

[05:03] Slave Egypt lowers her slender arms bringing them behind her back her tiny feet sliding together lowering her chin again to view His black boots she whispers to Him softly,”yes Master” then quiets again enjoying the lofting scent of Him near her

[05:06] Free woman Esme edged further out onto the ledge of being bold herself. The man was making himself out to be a poet, it would seem…something she found distasteful. “Perhaps then, sir…you are in the wrong profession. If you need the comfort of a slave girl to steady a hand that has just done…your work. If you need her slavery to warm your frigid heart…if you need her service to give purpose to your task…you might be considered more a slave than she.” She paused for a moment then to catch her breath, for her words made her nervous, yet she felt compelled to say them. “There is a saying in my work: “Gold has no Caste.” Do you not do your work for gold and nothing more? Isn’t that supposed to be enough for you…and why you do what you do?”

[05:09] Slave Egypt looks up brazenly to the woman her eyes wide as the words fall from her veiled lips she glances to Caasi wondering to herself simply what will transpire now then glaring back to the woman

[05:11] Crow was used to the challenges of others and seemed to be unbothered. While he continues his pacing and regarded her while she spoke. He listens and it was with the intent to hear truly what she said and what was left out “I know that what is thought … and yet … Do you truly believe that killers are without a heart that bleeds ?” he challenges her again. Of course Crow would do his task if the coin was paid, but never was there written he wouldn’t feel something deep down while he did so. None might see as the cold and merciless appearance was forced upon him due to harsh and extended training. “And as to my caste … it serves a purpose much deeper than what you be scribe … ” he rubs his chin “Did it please you to speak so boldly ? Did you get wet at the mere thought to be strong in words ?” he challenges.

[05:13] Slave Egypt lets out a soft sigh her eyes fluttering again to His boots hearing the tone of His words she moves a bit closer to Him and the scent she had lost when He moved away from her

[05:18] Free woman Esme rolls her eyes in continued disdain for the man, so…he was going to mix poetry with a crass tongue, it would seem. “You talk in prose one moment, then sully yourself with foulness in the next? It pleases me to speak my mind, yes. It is a privilege that I am allowed and I indulge it. As for your other…comment…you can check the beast to see what her state is. I assure you that such low caste words do not suit me, nor affect me whatever way you might desire them to. I understand well that you are a man of low caste, yet…I have always respected killers for their poise, their commitment to duty and…most importantly, their silence. Your heart can beat however you like it…and whatever comforts you need to make what you do okay with you…is your business. It’s merely an observation that you rely on a slave girl. I find that…interesting.”

[05:22] Crow chuckles softly, somehow this had been more amusing than he had guessed previously “I am but a low caste man, lady …” he stated coldly again her sharp words didn’t bother him. His face had remained unreadable. Perhaps Crow did all this just to get some information he could use for future references … one never could quite tell “In that we are the same … Lady … What we appear to be might not be the truth to what lives inside … if You are incapable of caring … you are the one that is just a tool that bares children and carries a scroll of importance.” he said finally making his point. “In our world that what we see is deceiving what might live in the hearts of anyone … A scarlet that should show honour while in his mind he kills his companion for beating his slave …. A lady physician that dreams of giving sexual pleasure to the apprentice she is teaching … ” he shook his head “And yet only one is allowed to show it all … in the freedom of this world … and that is a slave.”

[05:26] Slave Egypt listens still to Him the words not only going to her mind but to her mere core her eyes to His boots now she can do nothing more than grin having her dealing with fully clothed women before and finding their actions quite distasteful herself she remains behind Him settling to His left though not to close she find herself wondering what the woman would say next

[05:33] Free woman Esme shrugged her shoulders at the notion that she too was a tool. She didn’t dispute the fact…not in the least, nor did she think anything different of a man. “You did not ask me what I saw when I looked a free woman, killer. You were more focused on the concept of a slave that it seems you need to make everything safe and warm at the end of the day…to bring you ‘spring’…from your winter. Where as I would think that it would be you who should be her spring, if things were going according to the way and will of the Priest-Kings. Of course I am a tool. But I choose what I serve. That beast serves any and everything. I choose how I will honour my homestone and Caste. It is true that I am, in my own way, enslaved. Just as you are too. You are a slave to your contract. A warrior is a slave to his codes. I am a slave to the rise and fall of supply and demand. Yet, I pick where I travel, what I will sell and whom I will or will not have a child with. I serve my Home Stone. A slave merely serves the free. She is not granted the privilege of honoring a home stone.”

[05:39] Crow nods slow “Fair enough … ” he replied to her statement of not asking her how she viewed her statue “To put a slave down to her knees, requires strength, knowledge and the understanding of commitment and the responsibility to ownership … I even the killer I am will never underestimate her power for that would make me the fool.” he replied to her “It seems you wish not to debate slavery … but are defensive to what it might be … You do not speak freely … but speak out of the comfort of what you are … When you wish to debate and dare to be open for discussion find me again Lady as I am not searching for the sparring of tongues to get you on your knees …” he chuckles “For if I wish I could put you down at the very whim since I am not holded to the honour that scarlets serve.” he regarded her “That again doesn’t mean I might not have such noble thought as to keep those ladies free for they do serve a purpose although not often one for me.” he pulls the slave girl close to him and placed a tender kiss on her forehead.

[05:44] Free woman Esme relaxed in her posture when the man had backed away, to once more take comfort in a slave. It was to be expected that he would threaten her with this collar or that, or waste his breath reminding her that men would seek to put free women there. It was a free woman’s glory that she was not yet on her knees, and though men liked to jest about hiding behind their robes, it was with arrogant insolence that she proudly wore them, knowing well that men did, in fact, desire what lay beneath them more than they desired the weak prospect of an easily obtained slave girl, who was bound to obey. She smiled behind her veil, with all the glory of a free woman, “If the truth is defensive to you, killer…then perhaps we will chalk that up to a paranoia of your Caste. I was debating you and not sparring with words. You will have to forgive me if you found my tongue…biting. For I found yours to be quite tame and was truly only meaning to meet it equally.”

[05:44] Slave Egypt smiles to Him as His lips touch her forehead a shiver feeling His body so close to hers her eyes again turn to the woman with a grin

[05:47] Slave Egypt nods to Caasi still wrapped in the Masters warmth she continues to listen to the woman and the Master His scent now almost intoxicating to her

[05:48] Mercy Recreant (mercy.recreant): a lot of free women seem to have sharpened their tongues at the expense of a sense of humour

[05:49] Crow grins darkly “It seems you have not seen what I showed so openly … regardless that I often keep it to myself.” he replied casually “And still you seem to be quite willing to lecture me instead of going into the deepness of the debate …” he replied while he held he girl close to him. Not to flaunt but simply because it had been a long time he had seen her. “Ignorance is at times a simply excuse to point to the other and disregard the fingers that point back to our own faults.” he inclines his head galant “I just hope this debate has not offended you.”

[05:53] Free woman Esme shook her head at the notion, “Offended? No, the slave is serving her purpose. I assume that you fulfil yours and your pay masters will be happy that you have her, for slaves improve upon your work, from what I gather. And I too serve my purpose. There is no offence given and none taken. I do fail to see how I am not debating with you, but, I won’t argue the fact of your state of mind. If that is the way you say it…” she waved her hand dismissively at the notion, “Then that is how you see it. One would be a fool to delve into the mind of a killer. Even one as poetic as you, sir.”

[05:54] Slave Egypt nestles in closer to Him she wonders if the debate had offended her truly hoping it had not though also feeling that right now nothing mattered to her other than Him everything else disappearing around her for a moment

[06:00] Crow smiled although it was simply a tension of muscles and hardly done with the truth of his heart. “Good as I didn’t wish to offend and as to the debate … I understand it must be hard for a lady such as yourself to see the clear picture as any Gorean man sees it … for that is the difference between women and men …. Perhaps when you find yourself one day desiring a man because he has released something within you that you thought to be impossible you can understand the freedom of a slave …” he mused towards her “And as to any discussion it is indeed the point of view of the one speaking …. as I can not see in to your desires and wishes as you fail to see mine.”

Captured and released ….

Posted in Black Caste on January 21, 2011 by crow1971

[2011/01/20 13:00] Crow had been in a simular situation more than once and although one might not guess his mood seemed to be calm and very calculated. His eyes travel around to study the prison he was in. He had noted things that might be useful. Than he started to sing … not that he liked singing but it allowed him to hear how the echo would expose the other room. The voice increased in volume unaware how far it would travel “I am just a lonely man … Lonely and blue.”

[2011/01/20 13:04] Crow could hear someone calling out even when he was still singing loud. The song he used to hear how rooms were build, the echo of his voice told him much and could mean the difference between life and death. “A gorean man should never be alone …. Alone is for those without the coin to pay for his pleasure …” he sings “No Gorean man should be lonely and blueeeeee….”

[2011/01/20 13:08] Crow could hear the tarns that became restless of his singing not that far from him. He figured that the cots might be close by to the prisons … which would eventually be useful if his patience would be tested to much. Not that he minded the peace and quiet while he continues his song very loudly “The steamy hot pleasure of sex is easely bought … For a gorean man it is most important … it is not just a tought … No Gorean man should be lonely and blue …. ” he continues “As his cock might shrink … and his seed might be wasted to the stones …” he added unaware how the song really went.

[2011/01/20 13:12] Crow felt the cold chackles and to his surprise he had noticed not the smallest sound in the other room which was quite empty if the echo didn’t deceive him. No guards seemed to be there and that might be promising if he desired to get out of this. Somehow he enjoyed his singing eventhough the song was hardly one he had learned many years ago “She moans and cries when she can’t be used to the fullest with a hard peen the Gorean man can thrust into her pleasure cave.” he shook his head … that didn’t rhym … he cleared his throat and started to sing another song “What shall we do with the drunken Scarlet … what shall we do with the drunken Scarlet early in the morning.”

[2011/01/20 13:15] Pyro smiles to the man, “whats wrong sir?”

[2011/01/20 13:15] Crow tried to figure out 1001 ways to kill a scarlet but shook his head, there was little pleasure in that. “We should make him beg on his knees …. Early in the morning.” he continues “That is what we shall do with the drunken scarlet in the morning.

[2011/01/20 13:16] Crow looks up seeing the same man as yesterday and cleared his throat “Ah … Sir … something wrong ?” he echo’s “Does it sound that way ?” he asks.

[2011/01/20 13:16] Pyro Turbo: aye, i heard ya all the way in town sir

[2011/01/20 13:17] Crow arched a brow at that knowledge which was useful to him “Yes … I hope you enjoyed it … since from my point of view there is little else I can do … is there ?”

[2011/01/20 13:17] Pyro Turbo: aye, hopefully the magistrate will be in town today

[2011/01/20 13:18] Crow chuckles “And who might the magistrate be ?” he asks while he regarded the young man.

[2011/01/20 13:18] Pyro Turbo: a man by the name of Zale

[2011/01/20 13:20] Crow nods “I believe I met him once … ” he tried to remember “So … scarlet … did you pay attention to my warnings of yesterday ?” he asks while his eyes take note of the stance of the man.

[2011/01/20 13:21] Pyro Turbo: sir, warnings are just warnings, and if you escape and manage to down me, then so be it, but my duty is what i must do

[2011/01/20 13:23] Crow nods slow “Warnings can be very valuable Sir … it would be foolish to disregard them … and as to my escape … why do you think I would desire such .. have I not given you any trouble this far ?”

[2011/01/20 13:23] Pyro Turbo: no, no trouble sir, and i thank you very much for it, makes my job less hectic

[2011/01/20 13:26] Crow arched a brow “You are new to the city ?” he asks

[2011/01/20 13:27] Pyro Turbo: no, not new to Vonda sir, been here a while (a month)

[2011/01/20 13:30] Crow nodded slow while he didn’t seem to be all to uncomfortable by the iron steel around his wrists “Yes … well … it seems you have still a lot to learn about the defences of the city …and my caste.”

[2011/01/20 13:30] Pyro Turbo: Tal Ubar sir

[2011/01/20 13:30] Pyro slams his right fist over his heart in a warrior salute: “Honor and Steel! – Honor above all!”

[2011/01/20 13:30] Pyro Turbo: Lo Rarius Civitatii Gor!

[2011/01/20 13:31] Andro Muircastle: Tal Pyro

[2011/01/20 13:31] Andro Muircastle: Honor and Steel, Honor before all else!

[2011/01/20 13:31] Crow turns to see the other “Greetings Ubar.” he greets with his usal toneless voice.

[2011/01/20 13:31] Andro Muircastle: So.. has this man learned anything yet?

[2011/01/20 13:31] Pyro Turbo: maybe, doesnt seem like it though sir

[2011/01/20 13:32] Andro Muircastle: Greetings Sir… I’ve heard your name is Crow?

[2011/01/20 13:32] Crow kept his face unreadable while he listens and had his own thoughts on the matter. When his name is mentioned he arched a brow “Oh … you heard ?” he asks curious “I wonder who told you such … as none have asked.”

[2011/01/20 13:32] Andro Muircastle: Pyro, would you please go and find a slave to bring the Magistrate here?

[2011/01/20 13:33] Pyro Turbo: aye sir

[2011/01/20 13:33] Andro Muircastle: We have people here who know you from the past, Crow.

[2011/01/20 13:34] Andro Muircastle: We welcome visitors to Vonda. IF they ring the bell and come in through the gate.

[2011/01/20 13:34] Crow regarded him calm “They must have been hiding since I haven’t seen anyone that I can remember … please enlighten me Sir … ”

[2011/01/20 13:35] Andro Muircastle: I’ve been told you chose to come in by your own means. Was there any particular reason? Or were you just bored?

[2011/01/20 13:36] Crow took time before he replied “I am not known to be someone that just acts out on his whim Sir … I have my reasons and when I exposed them your men didn’t take them well and arrested me … while I only gave them the insight.”

[2011/01/20 13:37] Andro Muircastle: What insight? That a rope can be used to scale the walls? Doesn’t take much intelligence to figure that out.

[2011/01/20 13:38] Crow chuckles darkly “Indeed … that doesn’t take much intelligence … but doesn’t strike you as odd … that I had to tell them first before they had the chance to arrest me ?” he asks while now his eyes slightly narrow to regard him sharper to see if he really understood what he meant.

[2011/01/20 13:40] Andro Muircastle: We know our city can be entered. We don’t need you to show us that. You arrived when few Scarlets were here. From what I have been told, there was but one. So, you scaled the wall. It’s been done before and will be again I am sure. Surely there was more point in your actions then to just rub their noses in the breech of security at that time?

[2011/01/20 13:41] Pyro Turbo: were here sir Ubar

[2011/01/20 13:41] Zale of Vonda (zale.kletzel): Tal Andro

[2011/01/20 13:42] Crow shook his head “Think what you wish … or guess my intentions they seem to be lost on what might be a man that seems to bound of honour but doesn’t see to the safety of the citizens that pay good coin to remain within these walls safely.” he sighs … again the words of his old mentor spring to mind … “pearls before swines.” he mutters.

[2011/01/20 13:43] Andro Muircastle: I see. So you think we are without honor and do not protect our citizens just because YOU chose to come in over the walls? How arrogant and presumptious of you.

[2011/01/20 13:45] Crow looks up and his face was striaght without the emotions he might feel by the wrong judgment of the Ubar. “Call me what you wish … I am sure you can see I am unable to stop you from doing so … It seems you are the one that desires to be ignorant … ” he replied casually.

The magistrate and ubar discuss what they should do with Crow.

[2011/01/20 13:46] Andro Muircastle: I actually came down here with the intention of just releasing him, but he chooses to insult our honor and our city. Makes it hard for me to just send him on his way.

[2011/01/20 13:47] Crow turns to the magistrate … perhaps in idle hope he didn’t have the false ego so many scarlets seemed to have “Greetings Magistrate.” he greets “How easy to insult one when he desires to hear only his own voice hmm…”

[2011/01/20 13:47] Andro Muircastle: It’s always amusing to have a man in a cell, chained to a wall who throws insults about intelligence and honor.

[2011/01/20 13:47] Zale of Vonda (zale.kletzel): So, he broke in.. did he attack anyone?

[2011/01/20 13:47] Andro Muircastle: No

[2011/01/20 13:48] Zale of Vonda looks at the man – *What is your story, why did you enter the city, uninvited?

[2011/01/20 13:49] Crow turns to Zale “I believe my intentions are already questioned and judged … Sir … I believe they don’t matter anymore.” he replied.

[2011/01/20 13:49] Zale of Vonda looks at Andro and shakes head

[2011/01/20 13:49] Andro Muircastle chuckles and shakes his head

[2011/01/20 13:50] Zale of Vonda (zale.kletzel): Well, Ubar, what you need from me?

[2011/01/20 13:50] Andro Muircastle: I guess nothing. He doesn’t wish to talk to you about it so no decision can be reached.

[2011/01/20 13:50] Zale of Vonda (zale.kletzel): Indeed

[2011/01/20 13:51] Zale of Vonda (zale.kletzel): Let him rot inside this cell, maybe he changes his mind and manners

[2011/01/20 13:52] Crow wondered if he should start to whistle a tune of long gone days. He could guess their thoughts but wouldn’t enlighten them. The fact he had still been here … might be one of the small triggers as they both should know that a killer in his training had to endure much more than this … and was very much trained to deal with matters such as these.

[2011/01/20 13:53] Andro Muircastle: We may also have to gag him. He is doing his best to be annoying.

[2011/01/20 13:53] Zale of Vonda (zale.kletzel): *Do we know who he is, Andro?

[2011/01/20 13:54] Andro Muircastle: I’ve been told he goes by the name of “Crow”.

[2011/01/20 13:54] Andro Muircastle: I don’t know much more than that.

[2011/01/20 13:54] Andro Muircastle: The man who recognized him said he is of the Black Caste.

[2011/01/20 13:54] Zale of Vonda (zale.kletzel): nods. *He is lying, of course, about his real intentions.

[2011/01/20 13:54] Zale of Vonda (zale.kletzel): ohh, yes? he was reconized then?

[2011/01/20 13:55] Andro Muircastle: One of the Scarlets said they knew him from the past.

[2011/01/20 13:56] Crow listens while he didn’t move much in this position. It was all about endurement and he had his time to learn. He doubted the scarlets had seen him … but than again his reputation had grown wide since he was MA of Ar.

[2011/01/20 13:56] Zale of Vonda (zale.kletzel): Very well, then… an outlaw, posibly of the black caste, broke in our walls. That would be enough to have him dead

[2011/01/20 13:57] Andro Muircastle: Impalement?

[2011/01/20 13:57] Zale of Vonda (zale.kletzel): nods

[2011/01/20 13:58] Andro Muircastle: Well, Magistrate, it is your call and your decision.

[2011/01/20 13:58] Zale of Vonda steps closer to the cell – *One more time, and the last.. Crow.. what you have to say in your defense?

[2011/01/20 13:58] Andro Muircastle: If you hand down that sentence, I will instruct the Scarlets to carry it out.

[2011/01/20 13:58] Zale of Vonda looks at Andro, waiting for the man to answer

[2011/01/20 13:59] Zale of Vonda (zale.kletzel): *sounds like he lost his voice now

[2011/01/20 14:00] Zale of Vonda (zale.kletzel): Ubar.. I will need to talk to the one that captured him, as well as who recognized him, first

[2011/01/20 14:00] Andro Muircastle: So what do you direct us to do, Magistrate?

[2011/01/20 14:00] Crow listens to the two men, perhaps he was to old to reason with them. He didn’t fear death … he had cheated it already more than he could count. “I am surprised … you want to bring what in my defence ? None saw me enter the city … when I expressed what had happend … while I was heading out … I was arrested … and now you tell me I am considered to be an outlaw … that had no trail … ” he lifted his chin “If the city of Vonda desires to be a city without the true law … I am sure they will in time face the consequence.”

[2011/01/20 14:06] Crow noticed the scarlet enter again … and his eyes regard him. It was the one that had seen him leave without anyone harmed … and merely giving the suggestion that the defence of the city had been little. Crow himself held quiet not to tell what the scarlet had confessed to him while he mentioned the few guards. He wasn’t one that would safe his own skin for something as little as this.

[2011/01/20 14:07] Pyro Turbo: i come down from the infirmary sir and see this man inside the inner walls, past both gates and with shana by him. shana said nothin but we wore all black clothing. so i asked how he got in he didnt say anything. i asked who he was and his homestone and his cast, he just replied he was a black cast and i didnt need to know his homestone or name”

[2011/01/20 14:08] Pyro Turbo: i opened the gate to let him back out and then he said he was testing our defenses and said “all these defences and yet i can get in by a single rope”

[2011/01/20 14:08] Pyro Turbo: thats when i placed him under arrest by learning the nature of how he got in sir

[2011/01/20 14:09] Pyro Turbo: i bound him and placed him in these cells as to where he is today

[2011/01/20 14:09] Zale of Vonda nods

[2011/01/20 14:09] Crow nodded to the scarlet … “And might I add … that I didn’t fight the arrest nor this imprisonment.”