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A Legend with in a family

Posted in Black Lodge, Pani, The Peacock and The Crow on November 23, 2024 by crow1971

[11:05] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would slip inside once they had arrived at the tavern, returning shortly with a black wine in hand. After the other day’s snap, she was on her best behaviour, doing her best to pre-empt his needs without speaking out of turn. “My Master,” she would purrs in her soft tones, dark hues flickering over to the docks where he seemed to be watching.

[11:07] Crow (melchior.wardell) enjoyed the fact he hardly had to demand his girl to fetch his black wine so when she stood beside him with a hot steamy mug he would as ever touch her fingers as he took the mug from them.

“hmm… ” he mused as he glanced to the dock where a ship seemed to have docked. An occasion which was rare and triggered his interest. “Wonder what the current brought this day.”

[11:11] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) noted there was a ship that had pulled in as her gaze followed his, a figure coming in off the docks. Unknown, at least to first glance, her dark hues already starting to shimmer with that almost eerie, soft glow as the light of day slowly waned. Or was it returning? She couldn’t tell as they had only just come outside. “Shall I prepare another, My Master?” she ask, her arms having half slid around him, holding off on a full wrap as she watches a figure disembark.

[11:19] Sana One-Named (suyuan.quan): The clipped tones of combined Gorean and Pani filled the air as the ship glided along the current. There was a heated discussion between the men of the ship, some encouraging them to resume on stating that the isle was cursed and harbored assassins. Choko was restless, her eyes wide as she listened to half of the gaijin crew argue to sail away while the Pani regarded their white counterparts with disbelief. After all, they were fearless even of Initiates. Oddly, the diminutive woman’s eyes caressed the shore, the peaceful appearance of the island was almost tranquil save for two figures who were attired in black. A soft, yet commanding alto, unusual for a Pani woman raised her voice, “Cease,” she stated as if she were a captain itself, “Gentlemen are we not in need of rations and water? Tyros is a long way off and we are getting low on supplies.” Dark brown eyes shifted towards the shore and another argument ensued before the Captain, a mixed Pani and Gorean man stepped out from behind the slender figure in blue, “She’s right, even with superstition we cannot go another day or do without water. Assassins are like any other men! They eat and shit as we do,” Of course with much hesitation, the small trading ship docked and the crew were hesitant to step off-board, only Choko and the mixed blood Captain were eager to do. They approached the two figures in the distance, the NPC Captain of course leading with a good man or two and Choko boldly walking just behind him. His eyes surveyed the two who seemed to almost be expecting. A greeting with mixed accents began, “Greetings Killer,” the Captain said, “Apologies for interrupting but my crew and I are low on supplies and we many days ride away from Tyros. We mean no harm, simply merchants.”

[11:23] Crow (melchior.wardell) sipped his black wine while he would stare down upon the crew that was unfamiliar to him. He did not just greet – but waited. This silence that could be considered more dangerous than when words were shared.

The currents were dangerous for a normal visit so he would calculate the odds of her being her on purpose or by knowledge.

When Haru spoke of making another he simply stated to her to wait. Surely it was uncertain which way this visit would go.

His other hand flipped the coin without much thinking. A habit that started to grow on him. It trained his reflexes and thankfully he hardly missed to grip it out of mid air.

As he noted the Pani men and woman he would bow slightly. Crow was known to their culture and would greet them by a dip of his head. “Greetings.” he offered. His voice held that Arian flair to it. “What kind of supplied would that be?” he asks. He did not yet order his slave to serve or help in any way.

[11:29] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would dip her head a little at his signal to wait, her hands sliding from his hips and moving back to her own side. That moment of intimacy on pause as she takes up a more formal posture with the approaching lady. The moons were coming up now, her dark hues almost seeming to light up as they refracted the light they caught, much akin to a feline’s in the dark. The after effects of a physician’s manipulations, playing with her very essence though it well matched the girl’s other feline nuances.

The way she stood oozed that of a domesticated giani. Proud yet soft. Gentle and yet poised to show off her best assets. She wasn’t one to be rude so as her master greeted, she would repeat his words in her own. “Tal Masters, Mistress,” she would say, being sure to include the captain and his crew in that. For that moment she was glad to be by her master’s side and not alone, more than aware of what a docking ship’s crew could do if they found a girl alone.

She too had seen that the lady appeared Pani, Haru’s own lineage seeming to be similar and so a bow was also offered in sync with his. An extension of Crow. Moving as he moved and yet trying at the same time to not be in the way. Both arms folding behind her for the gesture as was for a slave of the isles. Pani. It seemed that they attracted such of late. Yoko. Fuji. And now another. Even the ronin. She mulled on that, knowing Crow had a history there but still so much more to learn about her master in that regard. Her focus of late having been on testing.. certain desires of her own.

[11:40] Sana One-Named (suyuan.quan): Both visible Pani and mixed seemed to be more brave type. Pani and the Assassin’s caste seemed to have a long history together, spanning generations from the hearings as far as Port Kar. Their presence was so endemic that it was virtually folklore. The white men behind the pair appeared nervous, sweat forming on the brow as the sun quickly continued its descent. The slight bow, a signal of respect was offered towards them and only the captain and Choko followed suit, a subtle close-lipped smile forming on their lips. Choko lifted herself to her full height again shortly after the Captain did, her gaze settling upon the collar-girl adjacent to the rugged assassin who had greeted them first. There was a flicker of something – concern, perhaps even disappointment even as she bore witness to the felinesque qualities. But wisely, Choko held her tongue and allowed the Captain to continue the talk; as a Pani free woman she still must defer to a male member of her family regardless of age, “My name is Kaito, a one-named person and this is my Intended, Choko. We are cousins and have been traveling many days from Port Kar to Tyros to meet with our respective fathers. We are to be companioned and begin a trading company there. But alas…” An irritated expression formed upon his features, “A storm blew us off course and we are low on food and water,” His brows depressed slightly, “I have heard rumor that this is forbidden land and my humblest apologies if we are trespassing. But if you can spare anything, we would be able to pay what you ask within reason.”
[11:41] Sana One-Named (suyuan.quan): *Choko, also a one-named person

[11:46] Crow (melchior.wardell) noted the night slowly falling and create this scene in which one could expect things to happen. And yet one could not predict as to what was coming. The suspense making the air more thick.

The island with the fortress and temple high up the cliffs were silent witnesses of what happened upon these grounds. Blood, sweat, successes and failures were as shadows hanging and seemed to whisper of the danger that would lurk beyond the tavern.

Crows eyes were keenly upon those before him. Yet he still seemed to be amicable in his pose. As if he wasn’t one of the dreaded assassins that were known to hide in shadows. In such Crow was perhaps the odd one out.

As they spoke he would listen. His gaze following those that were indicated in the story the man was telling. His gaze for a moment on the mans intended. “Do not worry. I am sure we can help. There is only one thing I must ask in return.” he stated.

His mug now empty would be given to Haru. “For a moment I thought you were in search for the Port Akita. As I know they are in search for the nobles that might want to take the position of the throne of the deceased Shogun.” of course he would see how these words would fall upon their ears.

“What is it that you need most ? Water, Fruit, Suls ?” he asks further. “Perhaps have the slaves (NPC) deal with it while you both enjoy a drink in this establishment?”

[11:51] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) looks between them. She caught that note of disappointment but would simply offer an assuring smile. There was little for her to say in the moment and so her Pani-Karian tones were silenced, the girl shifting to adjust her skirt a little, dexterous fingers making quick and easy adjustments to make sure the silk sat proper and gave her a little modesty before the woman.

Hearing the talk of Port Akita, her ears would perk. She was there often on her master’s task though it kept slipping beyond her reach. She was still trying to figure it out but it was driving her up the wall because things were simply never going the way she expected. Still, it was a beautiful place and so she would nod her head in agreement. He, of course, knew everything she saw or heard while she was there in the Pani port.

[12:05] Sana One-Named (suyuan.quan): The nearby tharlarion lamps were hastily being lit by a few robed figures and torches to illuminate the darkness. The crewmen were unnerved, those in the boat both chattering amongst themselves and also debating whether or not they should depart in haste and leave their Pani passengers behind. They gossiped under the light of the Gorean moons which had ascended but primarily illuminated the duo before them. Kaito was sunburnt, had mismatched eyes of green and brown. His leathery skin details a man who had spent time on the sea. He was the opposite of the serene, almost reticent Choko who hadn’t spoken a word yet. She was alabaster-skinned from what could be seen and she was small and petite. A Gorean moon illuminated her, making her somewhat appear otherworldly. The NPC Kaito shook his head, though his tense jaw indicated that he had a connection to Port Akita, “We are but humble merchants with single names. We prefer to keep ourselves and not involve ours in daimyo or noble matters.” He stated the last part through clenched teeth; perhaps he was lying? Choko’s face betrayed nothing, though her nostrils flared beneath her veil – a tell? The Captain bobbed his head at the mention of provisions that Crow seemingly offered, “Yes, yes please. And meat if you have any. My men may learn that you are not the boogeyman you seem.” His dry laughter filled the air, but only he had chuckled at his own joke. The offer to tarry caused Kaito’s head to turn back towards his crew, the white men staring at him like gianis with glowing eyes. He deliberated in that moment, “Perhaps we can tarry but a while but not for long,” He did not wish to be rude to this potential savior but the restlessness of his crew was palpable. They feared the assassin even if he was alone, a few gasped in awe hearing the name infamous throughout Gor, “Please,” he extended a callused hand, “Lead the way.”

[12:14] Crow (melchior.wardell) would measure the answers of the man to what they seemed to be – a riddle. The mans mannerisms did not met with his answers. But Crow would not pry. Simply take it to memory and perhaps inform the minster of justice about this encounter. But that was it.

As the captain spoke Crow would grin. “Me being considered the boogy-man might serve a purpose.” he replied – with a sense of humor that was rare for those of the caste of assassins. “There is enough meat to share. I believe some Tabuk and Bosk.” he would indicate the warehouse where the slaves would share what surely would go to waste if not traded. “Now you of course need to pay but there is another cost.” he stated.

Crow eyes would rest upon the woman briefly. His thoughts on those of their culture that had past him by in his life never truly forgotten. Each had made quite the impression and still lived in parts of what he was.

“My invite is no obligation.” he stated as he noted the looks shared and the concerns about them not staying all that long. “I do not wish to delay you any further if that is a matter for you and your trade. But do tell me of the name of your company ? So I can tell you the costs besides the coin I recquest.”

[12:21] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would shift around her master, moving to his left as if such was important in the moment. Perhaps keeping an eye on the warehouse slaves in a manner, should any of them decide to sneak aboard the ship. She had an idea of which slaves had ventured beyond the docks and perhaps knew things they should not; those that would meet an end if they decided to sneak an escape.

Her movements were fluid, the feline girl as much a serpent as the mammal; sinuous and elegant despite her short stature. A pocket slave aimed for seduction and the pleasure of whoever owned it. An object as much a pet, a lover, a slave and all the other titles one might put to her. There was many a man who envied Crow for his prize and she knew it even if she was humble about it.

The talk of a price had her pause, looking up to her master. An unspoken question on her lips but yet visible in her gaze. To him at least; having come to know her to that level to pick up the slight shifts in her expression and posture.Subtle movements that to others might be nothing more than the wind tickling her nose or a fly buzzing past her ear. She didn’t speak. Not for now. Her voice much more closeted after his recent corrections, keeping other words to herself lest she end up scolded again.

[12:31] Sana One-Named (suyuan.quan): Kaito had purposely skipped over the concept of payment, aware that Assassins usually demand a high price, but his features never betrayed his concerning thoughts. The crewmen behind them had decided to settle for the evening and began to consume paga and other high spirits to quell their nerves in the presence of the assassin. It was one man they saw, but there could easily be others and a private discussion began as to how to proceed further. They would not leave the ship, believing the land cursed and so a plan was forming between them, betraying their captain at his backside. Kaito halted; he was attired in his sea clothing and not robes of a middle-class or working-class Pani on land. The robes were too cumbersome and he preferred the lightness of the attire those on deck wore. The slaves gathered quickly to get what they needed and Kaito’s adam’s apple bobbed. Choko briefly met Crow’s gaze, her expression stoic as he afforded her appreciation. She was taught to maintain her composure and to quell her thoughts and feelings. But even she briefly flickered with concern over the price, “My company is called the Water Crow – Mizu Karasu.” At the sails, under the light of the moon was a white mast with a three-legged crow among waves. A connection to the assassin and his prize before him. Kaito swallowed before he proceeded further, “And what is your price for your assistance?”

[12:39] Crow (melchior.wardell) knew that he could trust Haru to keep an eye out. And as she moved he would simply understand that it was needed to keep things in check.

Crow was as ever calculating, measuring of the men, their motions, they demeanor. As if when there would be indications he would address them. With words, steel and his murder if they would overstep. Not that he easily committed murder when there was no gain of gold.

When they shared the name he was slightly taken aback. The name he once was given ? Was this a coincidence or an omen that he needed to figure out. Perhaps for a moment his features would betray that he was puzzled by it. “Most often your culture speaks of dragons and fish and yet your company is called the Water Crow. May I ask how such a name came to be ?”

He could tell that the fact he had not yet spoke of what he wished in return he grinned briefly. “I ask a fair price and your discretion … For not to speak of this encounter to others … If you can not meet this promise … that will have severe consequences.” it was so easily said as if he knew the words to be true. As already been carried out if they dared to object.

[12:44] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) was silent still. Under her scrutiny, none of the NPC slaves dared to even step a foot out of line. She was a hard taskmaster when it came to the NPCs and any would take a beating if she got wind of a single misstep.

Satisfied that they knew she was watching, she turns her gaze back to the here and now. The reaction from her owner noted, her now dark-chocolate hues in the morning sun turning back to the gathering and the ship in question. Water crow? It held no meaning to her outside of the words and the fact that her master was named Crow. It did make her wonder, though, and she would curl her fingers in the top of the skirt she wore. Listening.

[12:59] Sana One-Named (suyuan.quan): Kaito’s veneer of humility and calmness was slightly fracturing beneath his neutral mask as Crow continued his naming of a practice and the request of discretion. Briefly, the Captain glanced over his shoulder towards his Intended who was bathed in moonlight and even he could discern the worry in her gaze which she was endeavoring to conceal. Both exhaled internally when the topic veered towards the Company’s name and the shadow of doubt eased on his worn and weathered features, “It’s a legend in our family. According to tradition, Yatagarasu, an agent of Amaterasu found our ancestress on the banks of a river. She had attempted to take her own life after an issue with a man she could not have. The Yatagarasu pitied her and guided her into water which healed her scars. She bathed in the river and Amaterasu turned her into a water spirit to serve Suijin the water god as payment for her healing.” It wasn’t a common Pani legend but many families had their own legends and stories about times past. Kaito reached down and grasped Choko’s hand, his expression turning serious as he addressed the real heart of the matter while the NPC slaves continued their foraging for supplies, “Name your price and I swear to you on Amaterasu I will do ask you ask. You are saving our lives, sir and we owe you a debt.”

[13:08] Crow (melchior.wardell) kept himself in the same pose as he listens. It struck him deep. The story all to familiar to him. The peacock. The prettiest with the most colorful feathers. How she had taunted him, haunted him ever since he had left her. How he himself had considered what would have happened if he had made different choices.

When he listens to the story his eyes would drift to the woman so heavily covered. Would she have the looks that ran in the family ? Would he recognize some of her features in her ?

“Thank you for sharing that story.” he stated. Perhaps Haru could sense that it hit him right were it would hurt him. Yet he had not grown this old by showing his emotions. And so he remained stoic.

“That promise is enough.” he stated. What !? Was Crow that generous ? Surely everyone would now question it ? Afraid as to the catch. And yet they had given him something far more precious than they realized.

“Shall we have this promise bounded by a glass of wine ? I have some Turian.” he suggested.

[13:12] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) was listening. Intent, well practiced listening. There was a vibe in the moment, something she was picking up but not quite seeing, the hairs on the nape of her neck lifting like she had some form of spidey-sense.

Sliding closer to her master, her hand would half slip around her thigh as if offering some kind of support. Support for him? Or for her? It was hard to tell, even to herself. A subtle tap of her finger against the cloth that separated her hand from his thigh. One single tap. Not two, nor three, just one. In all apparent, she simply wanted to be close to him, ready to follow command or to let the NPC slaves deal with the serving. Whichever it was that he might so desire.

[13:20] Sana One-Named (suyuan.quan) whispers: The diminutive Choko had been silent for the entirety of the exchange. She was well-aware of the legend and for the briefest moment there was a flicker of pride, “It is an honor to be descended from one touched by the gods,” Her voice broke the tension in that moment, her own bare hand reflexively squeezing her Intendeds as his remained firmly interlaced with her fingers. She too sensed the difference in the air and boldly fixed a quizzical glance at Crow, curious and perhaps concerned with the subtle nuances in the shifting of his form. Did the tale affect him? She squinted her eyes, slightly at him in an attempt to study any difference that his expression made. A boldness and curiosity that would perhaps be all too familiar to the assassin. Kaito squeezed her hand gently then, perhaps to silence her or to use her as an anchor since he was still puzzled by agreeing to something that wasn’t revealed, “Uh… sure, of course,” he said with hesitation, “But we have sake in our stores if you would prefer that, a gesture with his free hand was made towards Haru, “If you wish for your lovely slave to collect it I would be obliged to share but if you prefer the Turian, Choko and I will gladly partake.

[13:27] Crow (melchior.wardell) felt his slave snuggle close to him. Something she was allowed. Crow had learned over time that the closeness gave him some power over his slave. She felt connected and it instilled a loyalty and devotion with not that much effort. That she had won a piece of his heart over time due to him allowing her too.

For a moment he would look at his girl and nodded. A gesture for her to collect it. Ever since Ar and his contract to keep Lady Yoko safe he had tasted the sake more than once and he enjoyed it. “Let us say that your sake is a fine compensation.”

His eyes would now cut back to the woman as he would now slowly approach. His eyes slightly narrow as he thought to see something that resonated with dreams of old. “My guess is that the legend of the family is coming from your intended ?” he asks Kaito. He did not wish to be perceived to bold by addressing the woman all of a sudden.

When she spoke of being honored he would dip his head slightly “At times there is a story … a thing that stirrs the water in such a way that even the hardest of rocks has a carving.” he would now bow slightly deeper – aware that it showed a deeper form of respect.

[13:32] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would peel away from her master, the girl’s hips swaying as she moved from his side and towards the ship. She wasn’t one to dally and this seeming connection was raising more than just a few heckles. It was like there was a puzzle to solve but she was missing a piece, so she hurried back as soon as the ship’s slaves or crew had given her access the Sake. She didn’t want to miss a thing. It was like watching a drama unfold on stage where things were deliberately played out in such a way to keep the audience guessing.

Moving back to his side, a jar of Sake under arm, she would wait for further command, her diligence to her master second to none. A loyalty that few understood or ever experienced, let alone dared to question.

[13:47] Sana One-Named (suyuan.quan): The Captain and his Intended collectively moved to one side to allow the collar-girl to pass. Hijame maintained her gaze upon the slave girl a little bit longer than what was polite. She had seen her fellow Pani women enslaved by varying white men and it silently broke her spirit each time to see one of her countrywomen under the heel of slavery. Luckily her veil disguised her mild disgust and one would assume she was disatisfied with her. Kaito only offered occasional glimpses but was more seasoned than his Intended in matters like these. He ignored his own internal feelings on the matter, “Careful girl, my men can be crass.” Impressively she was able to saunter through the series of men who gave her wide berth since she was an assassin’s slave and wouldn’t dare touch her. Kaito glanced back to Crow who could almost blend in with the rest of the darkness if the moonlight did not brighten his features along wit Haru who had unusual markings, “The tale comes from both our line. We are first cousins. She tells it better than I do when I let her,” he grinned, Choko’s dark brown hues were then fixed upon Crow; he was most unusual and the way that he paid heed to her following with the bow was refreshing, albeit this whole situation was confusing. He seemed particularly interested in her which Kaito noticed but said nothing. But it intrigued Choko and bent forward to return his profound, deep bow, “It was said…” she continued in her dulcet, Karian-Pani accent, “That all that was left of the ancestress was sunlight shining on blood and gold on the bank of the river. Annually, our family goes to the claimed site of her rebirth we leave her offerings just like the legend says,” Kaito glanced over towards his intended aware that she seemed to be loquacious than usual and arched a brow, “Indeed,” he said, a bit unnerved and bewildered by this exchange. The assassin still hadn’t stated what he wanted to keep as promise, “But onward, sir. I did not catch your name or hers.”

[13:52] Crow (melchior.wardell) would follow his slave with his gaze as to ensure she was unharmed. But when he noted how the crew responded he would cut a glance to the man once more.

“Your story is the gift in return for the supplies. The secret one you keep. If not … I will collect a life for each time you share this location.” he stated calm and very much the promise he just made.

When his name was asked “I am called Crow.” he answers. Now his eyes piercing to the woman and man as to read how such would be comprehended in the grand scheme of things.

[13:57] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would shift, the girl’s dark hues moving from face to face. Each one studied but in a discrete manner. No staring from the slave. The abject interest between parties was noticed. The way the lady looked to her master; a stranger on their shores who, unsurprisingly, seemed to have a connection to him.

Still no movement was made to head inside or to sit; to partake in the Sake which was a tribute for the price. A secret to keep as the price and now a story to tell that was also the price. She wondered for a moment if the price kept growing for the crew dallying longer. Just how far would that price rise?

[14:07] Sana One-Named (suyuan.quan): The NPC slaves continued their packing and resupplying the ship, again the sailors gave wide berth as they too were assassin slaves similar to Haru. Bits and pieces of their conversation were heard and while the air in was thick and tense, they remained where they were. Choko inclined her head curiously and Kaito appeared perplexed, “Our family legend is the only payment you require? Killer, certainly you want some sort of fiscal agreement. I don’t have gold but much silver in exchange for your hospitality…” And he abruptly ceased when he made his threat. The chilling part was he did not say which lives. Choko’s brows rose towards her hairline with the subtle, yet lethal promise and she took reign of the situation, “We understand, sir. On our honor we will not share where we stopped since we are delayed,” Kaito looked down to his small Intended and pursed his lips, saying something softly to her in Pani, a command for her to cease interjecting and speaking for him. His grip upon Choko’s squeezed roughly, a warning and a whimper of discomfort escaped her lips and she nodded, “Gomen nasai,” she replied, feeling inferior in that moment with a grimace upon her delicate visage Kaito turned back to Crow and bowed deeply, “Well met, Crow. Shall we enjoy the sake?”

[14:10] Crow (melchior.wardell) spied the ahn and knew that he needed to break of this for an important meeting up in the fortress. He would snap his finger to his girl. As to see that she returned to heel him left.

“I fear my time to share wine or sake is over. I consider the bottle a small gesture of gratitude for the supplies your crew have received.”

He smiled kindly when they returned the bow. “I am known that a promise made by a man such as yourself is not done lightly so I will consider the deal done.” he would look at the woman once more.

“The legend of your family is priceless. It is far more in value than any gold would do.”

[14:12] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would pull the jar of Sake in closer to herself as if guarding it now. Not that she could do a lot against a man but woe be to the slave that tried to take it from her. To steal her master’s property… from his property. A quick bow given, low and formal and she would follow behind, leash clipped on as they moved.

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Kenryoku Natsu

Posted in Natsu, Pani, Uncategorized on November 19, 2024 by crow1971

In Port Akita there is a man named Kenryoku Natsu. He is a man of honor, having served the Shogun with unwavering loyalty and dedication. His heart and soul are intertwined with the duties of his office, and he takes great pride in his role as the Minister of Justice.

Natsu’s childhood was filled with rigorous training and lessons in the ways of the samurai. He learned the art of the sword, the principles of bushido, and the importance of serving with heart and soul. His father would often tell him stories of the Shogun’s wisdom and bravery, painting a picture of a ruler who was both just and compassionate.

As Natsu grew older, his dedication to the Shogun only deepened. He took great pride in his role as the Minister of Justice, ensuring that the laws of the land were upheld and that the people lived in harmony.

The Shogun, a wise and just ruler, had always been a beacon of righteousness. Under his guidance, the land flourished, and the people lived in harmony. They even went and ventured upon Mainland and in Port Akita. But fate is often cruel, and the Shogun’s untimely death left a void that seemed impossible to fill. Natsu felt himself now restless and burdened by the weight of his grief, he is struggling to find peace.

Despite his inner turmoil, Natsu knows that the balance of the land must be restored. He understands that it is not his place to claim the throne, but he will try to ensure that those who are destined to rule will be as honorable and righteous as the Shogun had been. With this resolve, he sets out on a mission to guide and mentor the potential heirs.

Natsu’s journey was never an easy one. He faced many challenges and obstacles, but his determination never wavers. He searches out for the young nobles and would teach them the values of justice, honor, and compassion. He will share stories of the Shogun’s wisdom and bravery, hoping to instill these qualities in the future leaders.

In the end, Natsu’s legacy was not just in the laws he upheld or the justice he served, but in the hearts and minds of the what hopefully will be future leaders.

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Port Akita

Posted in Natsu, Pani with tags on November 18, 2024 by crow1971

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Some Gold for ones Steel

Posted in Black Caste, Black Lodge on November 16, 2024 by crow1971

[06:13] Crow (melchior.wardell) moved through the camp as this slithering snake. Silent but aware of his surroundings by keeping his senses sharp and alert. When he moved into the candidates tents he was not surprised of Ember being there. He had become a more regular face while other candidates seemed to be lost in action or hiding afraid to face their mistakes. Training was harsh and uncompromising. “Tal, Ember. I learned you returned from your mission and so it seems still complete.” he pointed to the yellow sash. “Seems you need that one replaced with this one.” he would take a orange sash from his belt and handed it over to him. “Another task accomplished.” it was as far as a compliment Crow was able to give.

[06:27] Crow (melchior.wardell) could see some pride in his eyes and would not address them. Some pride in his tasks was not a bad thing, but when Pride would come to a level to forget your place or have it run your actions Crow would beat it out of him. “The next task is not as smooth I reckon. I found it one of the most difficult ones.” he admitted. “It will show you that there is far more to it than simply slice a throat.”

[06:29] Ember: “Killer I will face the task, no matter how difficult it will be.”

[06:38] Crow (melchior.wardell) would shrug “Your life depends on it.” he replied to him with a tone that must have felt as a challenge. He would turn slightly “Come … I want to show you something.”

[06:43] Ember: pointed at the dragon “Who feeds the beast? I saw him while we were still cleaning up the mess. He doesn’t seem to think much of daylight. Is he blind?”

[06:48] Crow (melchior.wardell) would watch Ember as he was faced with one of the most secretive creatures that lived. There were only hints of their existence but very little proof of them. And here he faced one. Crow too had been shocked when he was faced with it once. “It feeds itself. ” he replied dryly. “But in truth … I did not take you here because of the dragon but the gold and gems you see here.” he shared. “This gold is earned and not spent … reason is that many will not accept our blood money as they call it. This represents all the lives we took and the treasure it brings and yet …. ” he would turn to Ember “What would you do with all this money ?”

[06:51] Ember: “Killer, I don’t know. I would continue to live modestly, maybe buy high-quality weapons, have them made exactly for me. Maybe use them to buy people with information.”

[06:55] Crow (melchior.wardell) would watch Ember and nodded “Well take what you need for your weaponry. Since … you will need it with your next task. Make sure you are practiced since this kill task will test if you are indeed ready for anything that comes your way. Including steel and arrows.”

[06:58] Ember: bent down and took 3 gold coins. I can use them to pay the best of the best blacksmiths. I will need a dagger, a crossbow or bow and arrow, a sword and a long weapon, like a spear. Can you advise me on specific weapons?”

[07:01] Crow (melchior.wardell) would watch how he took the coins. And shrugged “The thing is that every assassin has his own preferences. I myself work best with my daggers and gladius. But others enjoy their crossbow and spear. Every piece has his advantages and disadvantages. And I need to meet the one that excelled in all of them. So practice with all these weapons and see what suits you best.” he would look back to the dragon again. “I am in closed combat … although I did kill one of my marks with one bolt from a cylinder in Ar.” he recounted. “But that was more luck as I tried to stop him from moving to finish it with my dagger.”

[07:04] Ember: “I haven’t fought much so far. As a thief, it was always smarter to run away and leave the loot lying around in an emergency. Fighting a well-trained guard for a few necklaces was always too exhausting for me.”

[07:07] Crow (melchior.wardell) nodded “Well than … find that black smith – obtain the weaponry and practice. Find all those that wish to train you. Some can be excellent with their gladius others with their fists or even daggers. Train as often as you can. But remember … Find those in the caste that are excellent fighters. ((learn metered combat, dice combat and if you dare roleplay combat.))

[07:10] Ember: “When is this task considered completed? When I have completed all the different training sessions?”

[07:13] Crow (melchior.wardell) shook his head “No, the task is considered complete when you were able to complete a mockkill.” he replied. “Now you are more and more aware of all the difficulties there is more upon your shoulders. You will have to decide when you are ready for such a task. Since when you earn the livery … that decision is the most difficult one to make. So consider that part of this task. So when you feel you have mastered several skills. You come to me and I will arrange a mockkill for you.”

[07:16] Ember: nodded slowly and would take his time with the task. “I will work on my dexterity and refine my martial arts. And I am aware that I am not a warrior and my planning must be absolutely efficient to make the kill quickly and without much fighting. “

[07:18] Crow (melchior.wardell) would wave his hand as to leave the dragon so they would not anger it further. “There is also the codes and laws. Study them too. We are not butchers or men that kill just because. We kill with reason but also within the confines of law and codes. Make sure you know them by heart.” ((sim rules – try to find the differences between them. There is a certain degree of uniformity but there are differences.))

[07:23] Ember: “the Kodizies? no poison, do the kill yourself, kill only for gold, have no home stone, have no family, have the Dagger on your forehead when you kill and wear the black of the Assassins?” were they more or less, he didn’t remember exactly

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Cry Wolf ?

Posted in Black Caste, Black Lodge on November 13, 2024 by crow1971

[12:44] Erebus (sagunn): “Of course.” a nod to Crow with his answer, studying Haru when she spoke of Nova, “I know you will be quite the challenge.” with Nova coming out of his tent with the flaps opening as he began to eat, “Does the woman still tread the grounds of the Lodge yet? If she has left without my knowledge I am not playing hunt the Physician.” his own matters to attend to, quickly finishing the stew then to drink of the black wine slowly. “Is there any other matters which need looked in to?”

[12:45] Serennova (mysticgypsysoul) came from her Masters tent, she rubbed her eyes after having finished cleaning the tent. She’d glance over the firepits to see her master nearby, then her eyes mved to Crow and Haru smiling gently. She’d wait to see what was going on before her approach, if she was needed to go do anything, but decided against it and came to Erebus’s side remaining silent in case Crow and he were speaking.

[12:49] Crow (melchior.wardell) would cut a glance when Erebus spoke of his own matters and if the woman left the grounds of the lodge. “What ?” he asks. There was an edge in his voice – one he had added with consideration. “Are you aware of what you might be facing ?” he added “Remember that your life has been questioned.” he stated. If he agreed with it would not yet be discussed. Surely such was when the court was in session. “If that woman walks with not that much consequence – might be very much in your advantage would it not ?” he questions him further. He noted Nova and winked towards the girl – clearly able to switch from the stern killer to the one with that amicable feel to him.

[12:50] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would smile and dip her head at Erebus’ observation. “Of course, Master,” she says in her soft tones. “But the player does still have a good chance at winning.” Berserker. Surely they were talking about Berseker, right? Haru’s favourite game. Seeing Nova approach, she would throw her a wink and a wiggle of fingers. ‘Tal beauty,” she would chirp in gentle notes, listening to the two men as the topic shifted back once more.

[12:55] Erebus (sagunn): “I understand you, yet I can not control a whole population of people. If she decides to walk, to travel. To who knows where, without leaving knowledge of her whereabouts she is not a child. She chose to come here, she has received care. I have told you I am looking in to the matter of restoring the use of the fingers, yet if she is not around to be given this knowledge. Communicated with. She could be anywhere.” looking to Crow sharply, analyzing him, “My life has been questioned, by an Assassin. Who I have never met, who has in turn claimed a woman for a companion. Who breaks the very codes he threatens to use to end my own existence. A bit of a contradiction there. Yet, I will do what I can. If the woman walks on her own two feet, much like she chose to wave around a poison pin like a child with a toy. Whether in her right mind, or not, as a Physician even. I will hold her to the same standard for lack of thought that I am being held accountable.” hearing Haru’s answer to the conversation. His own
responses and stated course of action logical. Planned. Being acted upon as he had expressed.

[13:00] Serennova (mysticgypsysoul) she’d wiggle her fingers back at Haru blowing her a little affectionate kiss, and return of Crows wink a non verbal greeting for the pair. Her gaze shifted to look at her Masters profile, she knew that she was not allowed to touch him so being near him was good enough. But the seriousness of the conversation made her brows furrow she wasn’t privy as to what had gone on or had been done so it surprised her that his life was being threatened and that immediately cheesed her off but she would not allow it to show much save for the slight adjustment of brows.

[13:00] Crow (melchior.wardell) would jump from his chair “SILENCE !” he shouted to him “How dare you ! You have not been informed about the killer that was approached.” he spat “And regardless of what this killer has done OR has not done … it does not erase the fact your actions are frowned upon by the teachings of the Lodge.” he added. He would approach him “Your lack of awareness is compelling.” Crows eyes narrowed. There were two sides to him – and this was the side you wanted to avoid at all costs. His hands would be tensed in fists as he would stand before the man – in a threatening manner. “As a killer we can find someone by the mere air they breath … A woman traveling from the Lodge … will not be that difficult to find. Her health has become your priority. Since it is YOU that took it from her in a manner that could have our caste in a bad light. IS THIS CLEAR !?” he boomed.


[13:05] Erebus (sagunn): “Actually I do know. And if you wish me to be silent. Then I shall, but do you think I provided you the information I have without looking in to things? That I simply learned only what I provided you?” looking Crow dead in the eye, “I am standing here, and I am acting to right the action. I have not fled. Nor vanished. Simply left the Lodge without a word. Perhaps your lack of awareness of my knowledge needs considered.” he didn’t raise his voice, nor flinch. Standing his ground. Calm. Inside him, behind the eyes storm clouds brewed yet he maintained his composure, “As I expressed I am looking in to my end of things, and I will do the work I know how to.” weighing the final words Crow spoke, there was not silence with which to answer this. Let the mans reaction be what it would.

[13:08] Serennova (mysticgypsysoul) as crow launched himself out of his chair and stalked towards her master she’d jump back, the booming his his voice was startling, something she’d never heard from crow. This matter was not hers to comment upon but she’d look from one to the other clear concern as her gaze moved then to Haru. Then back to the pair of killers before her..

[13:09] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would blink as her master got up and went over, almost shrinking down. She did not enjoy seeing her master mad, even if it wasn’t at her. Still, she stood to her feet after a moment, should she be required, her dark hues flickering from one man to the other and then over to Nova, offering her a supportive smile.

[13:14] Crow (melchior.wardell) eyes grew larger as to express his astonishment. “Look into things? What kind of things? You think that your actions needed you to look into things ? Into who brought the information?” his voice was dripping of anger sarcasm. “This entire conversation should not be needed. It is a blemish upon your position, that of the lodge and every ranked officer in it. The fact you dare to debate it makes it even worse.” again his spit flew all kind of directions. In anger there was nothing of the amicable man. It showed the violent and demonic side of a man that had been tormented and shaped over the years in his trade. “Regardless of what the woman did, Regardless of who spoke of this crime. YOUR head could be on a spike as an example for all killers that feel they can just do as they please when faced with another that does not comply.” Crow could still control his emotions but would not disguise them now. As he locked his eyes to that of Erebus “You better be ready … for when you are faced with the ranked officers that might feel your actions might reflect badly upon them.” he would than raise his hand as if he was to lunge but of course he did not. He would get his soon enough.

[13:22] Erebus (sagunn): stood there and listened to Crow. As answered he would remain quiet. Looking the Killer in the eyes as spit flew in his face. His questions left unspoken, without reply, for a time. “I don’t betray my sources, nor my actions when it comes to information I seek. Nor would I expect you to. If someone is going to come to you, with the name Tybarius, and Erebus, provided by a woman who NEVER heard it.” raising his voice in that moment, “You better believe, using the skills I possess, whether I cut her hand off or not I’m going to check out the story of any one and every one in the location the information it came out of. And if you insist I track down a woman who might leave on her own accord, then you can respect that I make myself aware of the details of the interaction between her and and anyone else. When I stand before the council of the Lodge, and face the officers. I will know and have the knowledge. The proof of all of it. Whether you find my actions crass, unbecoming or not. I, even on a contract

[13:22] Erebus (sagunn): following the standards of the Lodge. Verify the information, the name of the mark. Learn it myself. And for someone to claim to know my name as a disguise, and my name as an Assassin. They better damn well have the records just the same to back it up coming here wanting to put my head on a spike. Or damn them as well. And I will stick to this statement as much as it is my right to do so. Lodge Assassin or not, and you better be sure all is in order for you having put this in action as well. Lieutenant. I stand here before you, accepting full responsibility for my actions.” leaving the unspoken words that every one else better damn well be able to back up their actions and be held accountable.

[13:28] Crow (melchior.wardell) now narrowed his eyes “Truly … so now you question the entire situation – One you have admitted to me – by your doing ?” he shook his head “The fact you even venture this path … ” he warned “So you want to cry wolf – You want to truly cry wolf ? Will you dare to do so ? Since … if you cry wolf and question an entire court after you admitted maiming the woman in my office … You show me a colour that makes me even question not only your rank but your livery !” he now pushed him back. “It would have suited you better to accept leadership here now … But no you question it and you question why these men rather have your head on a pike ?” he shook his head “This will be a problem.”

[13:34] Erebus (sagunn): “You asked me questions. And yes, I find fault with hypocrisy. Whether or not I admit to my actions or not. A lie, deception is still a lie. When the Caste values truth. So you can ask yourself this, is it the one who stands before you that owned up to his actions that you find fault with? Or is it the fact that I call those who would conduct themselves in a manner that I would also be crucified for? And if that is enough said, I will leave it at that. I am taking the actions to right my wrong. And I represent myself in everything I do, no torturer had to be employed for you to get an answer from me. I told you point blank.” considering Crows words, “I don’t question the reason, I question their morals. Their practices. Their conduct. As much as my own is in question. They are held to the same standards and if they are not then it is doubled. Which once again leads to the same path. He who will accept and conduct his work with unconfirmed information also leaves a stain on the Caste of Assassin.” waiting then to see if any more words would be shared between them.

[13:39] Crow (melchior.wardell) pointed “I was approached while I was merely visiting Tyros. By one killer. He shared a story. A killer that has earned his livery.” he questioned. “A man not of this court. But a killer nevertheless. The man told me a story which I investigated as I myself did not take it on face value.” he stated. “I have invested my time and effort in the idea I would find something that would have the life of the woman at the end of my blade. That much trust I had that the outcome would be in YOUR favor. Since you were trained in this Lodge. To a standard that is considered one of the best.” he looked back to Haru “I have spoken to more than this killer that shared the story. Including the lady Yoko. She too expected that the woman attacked you and you acted out of self defense. By YOUR answers this was not the case. So tell me – Who do I have to question ? The one that shared the story?” his index finger pointed “Come of your high tharlarion and hear the music. See it from my point of view and do me justice OR will you do me no justice and cry Wolf ?”

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All black with a touch of green

Posted in Black Caste, Mastery on November 11, 2024 by crow1971

[13:00] Poundcake watches the huge foot on her thigh, mesmerized by the sheer size of it encased in the man’s sandals. Well-manicured toes. Surely the man has tons of slaves if he is so well groomed! ‘Would master like girl to remove the sandal and rub the foot?’

The offer is merely to fill the blanks while her brain churns. The philosophy of life, the coming and the goings make the slave a tad pensive. Though the master mentions these things in casual conversation, she cannot help but understand them through her current lens. Snapping out of her reverie ~ perhaps a mind game by a seasoned master ~ the girl looks up and smiles warmly. ‘Foot massage?’

[13:04] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) followed along behind her master, hearing those words. By the kings she could do with a foot massage herself, but la kajira; it was her job to give such, not receive. Her master could have one any time he wanted though she would be sure to wash them first if he’d been wearing the same boots for a while from travel. Please. Still, he would feel that slight, discrete touch of her fingers through his cloak as if affirming this with him. Not speaking, though, until he would speak.

[13:05] Elom Vaeren looking to the slave he shook his head, he took care of his feet as best he could considering they were the main part of the body that was mostly used. He looked up to the two who arrived, looking to Poundcake..he motioned with a movement of his head for her to move as he stood up looking at the man and his property “Tal, What can I do for you?” he looked to the man-

[13:07] Crow (melchior.wardell) would move to the familiar shop as he noted others in the shop. His keen eyes fall upon the man first and than his gaze traveled to the slave that seemed to have an interest in the mans foot. He did not yet speak – he knew his mere presence could already have this air of danger about him. Not that he was that dangerous. In truth he was hardly dangerous when he was unmarked, but he would not explain such. When the man lifted himself and greeted his hand would flick from underneath his cloak “by all means – remain seated, Sir.” he replied to him first – as if not to burden him too much. “Greetings.” he added “I was merely searching for the Captain.” he stated as casual as he could.

[13:10] Poundscake scrambles to a respectable distance from the master when he motions for her to stand. She understood why when she caught sight of visitors looking for the Captain. The slave looks back to the master, wondering if he is him!

‘Tal, Master. Greetings, sister,’ the words are soft and slow, no intended to interrupt the business of the Frees. Tucking herself back into the shadows of Elon, the slave is content to watch, ready to carry out master’s bidding.

[13:11] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would give the man a quizzical look as he rose to his feet, only speaking in her soft, Pani-Karian voice one he does. Her own greet added. “Tal Master, girl,” she would say in a gentle manner. Her head tilts to the side in her feline mannerism, a look of curiosity crossing her doll-like features for just an ihn as she looks the man over. Querying in her mind, clearly, if she had seen him before. She shifts slightly, smoothing down the silk camisk she had worn for the day and her gaze moving then to the girl, offering her a smile and a dip of her head. Respectful, kind and polite; that was Haru, always. Usually.

[13:12] Elom Vaeren looking to the man the black didn’t scare him, his time in Torvaldsland had kind of cured that whole thing. But he did at least know the man was highly trained if such was true in the man wearing black “The Captain isn’t here..and I cannot say when he will be back, I am unsure where he even is at the moment to be honest” he lifted his brow with a smile and waved his hand about the slave “It’s no bother..she will handle it later” he spoke easily while lookint to Haru and then Crow once more-

[13:16] Crow (melchior.wardell) remained as stoic as one might guess when it came to the men of his craft. But his mind was not set to murder. “Hmm…” he replied. “Why does it not suprise me.” he seemed to question himself. “He always has been fickle.” he shared. Surely they did know little of the history of Berick with Crow, but he would not share much more of it. “Please let him know that I did try to visit him … ” He would pluck a feather from his scarf. He would hand it to Haru so she could hand it to the man – so the man would not feel threatened by his approach “If you offer this – I am sure he knows … who it was that searched for him.”

[13:18] Poundscake smiles at the girl’s sweet manners and touches her chin to her chest in reciprocal smiles. It is indeed fortunate that slaves are kind to each other! For they surely need that! The slave girl looks exotic and Pound ……Cake can only admire the soft silks draping the girl so becomingly.

A little gulp of nervousness sounds when master indicates she will take care of something. But what? She is not sure and little doubts of her adequacy swirl in her head. The master in black seems intimidating, making Pound huddle behind Elon. The man did not mince words and spoke just enough to get the task done. Brrrrrrrrr!! Pound shivers watching him retrieve a feather for the girl. How fascinating! A secret code in feathers? She watches in awe…………

[13:20] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would take the feather from her master, dipping her head. She didn’t need to be told more and would peel away from his side with the swaying of her hips. Always trying to draw her master’s eye, no matter the moment. Approaching, she would offer a dip. Still not sure if she’d seen the man before but in any case, holding out the feather for the man to take. No words spoken. She didn’t need to.


[13:21] Elom Vaeren watched as the man plucked a feather and the slave approached with it in hand, the face of slight familiarity but he couldn’t recall right off the bat. He would hold out his hand and wait for the feather weight to be placed “I will make sure he gets it, or at least it goes along the chain if I don’t see him personally. ” he would wait for the slave to approach then, a single step forward given to make the distance shorter, and in a way showing he wasn’t on the scared list, he was relatively unknown, and most of the men he knew would handle the business of offing him themselves if it came down to it-

[13:26] Crow (melchior.wardell) simply observed. And as the man said he would have Berick know he had been here he would simply dip his head. “Excellent.” he replied. A small snap of his fingers to have his slave return. Crow was in no shape or form intending to instill fear. In fact he tried to not ruffle feathers in a wrong way. His gaze would drift to the slave again and back to the man “I hope you will enjoy your foot massage.” he suggested. His voice held a little jest or humor – but why – that would be anyones guess.

[13:29] Poundscake keeps her eyes on the man in black, for he commands it. Everything is black. The hair, the beard, the clothing, the accessories,,,,,,the feathers, the ring, the boot! It was hard to find anything not black on the man!

Bringing her gaze back to the graceful slave, Pound is in awe. Every move about her spoke of the beast slave training. Every movement of hers is a bid for admiration. She watches Elon take the feather and take care of business, a new appreciation for Elon begins to unfurl deep in her slave belly. Quiet, holding his ground. Such is a man Pound beholds and she has to tear her gaze away from Elon lest she start to worship the very ground the man walks on.

The man’s snap intended for his slave also jerks Pound out of her musings. Slightly embarrassed by the man’s insinuation about the foot massage, she reddens. Though she did not know what exactly the man meant, she just…….. flushes. Frees speak in a manner amongst themselves that she does not understand at all!

[13:31] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would place the feather in his hand, dipping her head in respect and then moving back to her master’s side without delay. She would look to him at the little jest he made, curious on it and wondered perhaps what was happening next. Where were they going and what ideas was he getting in his head? It did sound like they were leaving anyway, so she would look back to the pair and flash her warmest of smiles. “I wish you well Master, kajira. Serve with fire.” The latter half clearly for Cake. She had noted the girl’s gaze and would look to her with kind eyes, her feline posture calm yet sensual, demure and yet confident.

[13:38] Elom Vaeren gave a simple nod “I will make sure he gets the message, Your slave is a treat I am sure..” he smiled then, turning slightly to Poundcake “She is a new acquisition…so I need to show her the ropes..break her in..make sure she understands her role” he would tuck the feather into a fold in his clothing and lift his chin slightly “Was there anything else” He showed hospitality to everyone, he knew when to be sarcastic and when to be polite…taking another step forward he would motion to the couch “If you wish a comfortable spot to wait..” he motioned with a movement of his head-

[13:41] Crow (melchior.wardell) was dressed in black. The very thing he earned and yet there was still something of colour. The green of his eyes. These had seen every murder he had committed, but also every flower or dancing slave. Eyes that could still value and treasure the beauty in this violent and unfair world. Crow was in a darker state due to recent events. Nothing they could do to change that. Little did they know of the inner struggle he had to overcome the behavior of one of his caste brothers. The fear to become exiled again was a storm in himself brewing and yet his pose nor his features seemed to betray his turmoil. When the man moved Crow followed him with his gaze, but he did not move just yet. “She is indeed special. But never truly broken by me.” he shared. “Trained of course, but never broken. I like them with character.” he gave some insights in how he was as a master. “I wish you both well and again thank you for relaying the message.” he would dip his head again and turned unless stopped to leave.

[13:44] PoundCake’s nods imperceptibly at the girl, accepting her good wishes, lapping it up almost as she makes her way back to her master. The pair must have been together for a while for them to be so in tune with each other. Perfect understanding that needs minimal words. Something she can only aspire to. ‘Same to you as well, sister. Safe paths, master, if you are leaving’ Pound calls out once the girl has reached the side of her master.

PoundCake’s face heats up when Elon explains her presence. The more details he gives, the more she cringes. Why does he need to make it sound so……. so.. blunt! With a look of dismay, she casts her gaze to the wooden slats, watching the duo prepare to leave. The man in black shone some new light on his dealings with his slave girl and Cake can only appreciate his style.

[13:46] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would offer a bow as her master made to depart. Low and formal as always with both arms folded behind her. Broken. She’d been broken a few times. But her master now – he’d worked his magic in different ways and she was his, through and through. The girl would probably enjoy the challenge of him trying to break her, though. A small sly curl of her lips at the corners at the thoughts that went through her mind. She’d already bid farewell though so any further words were kept to herself, simply turning to follow her owner with that temptress’ motion of the hips, light, sheer silk doing little to hide her master’s property.

[13:47] Elom Vaeren watched as the man turned to head out, the slave moved with him and he would nod his head once “Farewell, and I hope you finally get a moment to speak with the Captain. Is there a time or place?” he wondered, but none the less he would simply deliver the feather the next time the man was seen. He stood still in the doorway now as he awaited their departure-

[13:49] Crow (melchior.wardell) would move off – not sharing or answering. The question would remain unanswered. Not because he did not want to answer – but simply one he could not answer. He would move – with a sureness that his girl would follow.

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