Posted in Synin with tags bond, north, Synin on December 30, 2024 by crow1971
[08:29] Synin (karlotte.shelman) walked in to the cave as to ensure she did store all the rence. When her eyes fall upon an unknown figure. “Greetings.” she offered curious but kindly.
[08:33] Xylara1111 skittered back against the wall of rock, trying to hide herself in the shadows. But the crevice wasn’t that large and whoever had entered must have seen her. Trying to think fast, Xylara scrambled to grab some rence. “Greetings, I…I was up early so I started on the rence.” SHe lied pretending like she belonged here.
[08:36] Synin (karlotte.shelman) could tell something was amiss. She was a slave of an Assassin for most of her years. Surely none knew or she would no longer breath and tell. But keen eyes observed the quick response and felt it was untrue. Still she had a kind heart and her voice would be warm and friendly “Well that would be odd?” she replied. “I did care for them not that long ago.” she spoke truthful.
When she noted the face battered and bloody she instantly grew worried.” Ohhh you are hurt.” she closed the distance unaware of any danger that might lurk in such an approach.
[08:39] Xylara1111: The other woman stiffened, her wary eyes narrowing as Synin drew closer. She instinctively flinched back, her battered face hardening into a mask of suspicion. Her voice, clipped and sharp, betrayed her unease. She rubbed at her arm absently, a half-concealed wince betraying the pain she tried to hide. Her gaze flicked over Synin, calculating, her body tensed as if expecting betrayal. “Worry about yourself. I’ll handle myself.”
It was a dismissal, curt and final, but there was a flicker of something else beneath her guarded demeanor. Was it mistrust? Fear? Or perhaps the faintest glimmer of gratitude she couldn’t afford to show? Whatever it was, she quickly buried it, her battered face turning away as she resumed her task, keeping her distance from Synin like a wounded animal too proud—or too wary—to accept help.
[08:44] Synin (karlotte.shelman) eyes study her calculatingly. She was measured, careful even when it came to how she was perceived but when someone needed care she would play mother wolf instantly. Her eyes scan her warm and yet alarmed too.
“Forgive me, I did not want to insinuate you couldn’t handle yourself. Surely you have not done this to yourself?” she reasons. “Perhaps I should be weary now too for that to happen to me ?” she questions.
“Please let me bring you to a warmer spot and see to those wounds?” she again suggested, betraying more knowledge than most slaves would have gained in their life. “You look cold too.” she added as to give more than enough arguments to let her help her or bring her at least to a spot she was safe and sound.
[08:49] Xylara1111: “You’re quick with your words,” Xylara said, her tone low and guarded, though a hint of grudging respect colored her words. “Too quick for someone who’s supposed to be…” Her voice trailed off as her eyes drifted deliberately to the slave’s collar. The glint of metal caught the faint light, and Xylara’s expression shifted—subtle, but enough to betray a flicker of suspicion mingled with curiosity. Her gaze lingered on the collar for abeat too long, as if trying to decipher the story it told.
She paused, studying Synin as though trying to see past the surface. Finally, she exhaled, a soft but sharp sound, and added, “If you’re so set on helping, don’t make a fuss. Find me some cloth and clean water. That’s all I need. And don’t think I owe you anything for it.” Her tone softened slightly, though the edge of caution remained. “And be careful where your kindness takes you. Not everyone sees it as a virtue.” The warning hung in the air as she turned slightly, keeping her eyes on Synin, still [08:49] Xylara1111: unwilling to let her guard down entirely.
[08:55] Synin (karlotte.shelman) eyes grew large at the reply “Quick?” she answers puzzled. The look upon her collar, her attire was noted. The collar a new one – the one of her previous master was taken from her. The only thing that might tell that there was history is the two brands upon her thigh in which the one of the North newest.
“Clothes and clean water?” she asks. Her eyes falling upon the collar of the girl and reading the words upon it – at least if she was right from this far. “From what I see you are in no position to command.” she replied – her voice still kind – but sure of that she was still under her the scrutiny of others.
“Well my kindness has taken me to safety and warmth.” she replied. Not that long ago she had feared for her life and here she was fed, cared for and warm. “Perhaps you can give that a try and come with me. Such might surprise you when it comes to the returns.” she suggested still in fully conviction that when life gave you lemons you would make lemonade.
[09:00] Xylara1111: Xylara’s gaze flicked down momentarily, catching sight of the faint outline of brands on Synin’s thigh, her lips pressing into a thin, grim line. The sight of them made her stomach tighten, but she said nothing at first, her expression carefully neutral.
When Synin’s words reached her—calm, kind, yet with an undeniable edge of conviction—Xylara’s eyes narrowed, a mix of suspicion and frustration flashing across her face. She shifted her stance, one foot edging back as though preparing to bolt if the situation soured.
“You think you’re safe because you’re warm and fed?” Xylara asked, her tone sharp, though quieter than before. Her gaze darted around their surroundings, scanning for any potential ears listening in. “Safety isn’t a place or a feeling, girl. It’s something you take for yourself—and hold onto with bloodied hands if you have to.”
She glanced down at her collar briefly, her fingers brushing the worn leather, and her voice dropped lower, tinged with bitterness. “You
[09:00] Xylara1111: wouldn’t understand. Not with marks like those,” she added, nodding subtly toward Synin’s branded thigh. “You’ve been claimed twice over. Some men find their worth in that. I’m not one of them.”
Xylara hesitated, the weight of her decision clear in the silence that followed. Finally, she exhaled sharply, as if releasing a held breath. “Fine. Lead me to your ‘warmth and safety,’ if that’s what you’re so determined to do. But don’t think for a second it makes us friends, or that I trust you.”
[09:08] Synin (karlotte.shelman) was a push over. Too kind for her own good and yet knew the difficulty of life. In anything she hardly had it easy. Taken from Earth by the kurri, crashing in their ship near Laura, being owned by a cold and hardly loving assassin. She had her scratches but she was determined not to grow bitter. That emotion was one she might fear most.
“I wouldn’t understand?” she nodded “I am sure I would not.” she replied. “But you could try. I am Synin and you be?” She would reach out to take her hand.
“Safety is indeed nothing anyone can give or take from you. It is in here.”as she pointed to her head “It is always about a choice. And I have chosen to see the good in whatever cruelty this life might have for me.” It was true. Even in heartbreak, sorrow, pain, torture, she had maintained a level of grace. It was like her superpower.
“Follow me.” she said – it was up to the girl to take her hand or not. She would move nevertheless
[09:16] Xylara1111: Kitten followed Synin, her steps cautious and deliberate, as though every movement was weighed against the ghosts of her past. The name she’d given—the name others had forced on her—felt heavy on her tongue. Kitten. It wasn’t who she was, not truly. But who she had been felt so far away, so unreachable, that she wasn’t sure it mattered anymore. Once, she had been Xylara Ulinsdottir, daughter of Ulin, a name that carried weight in the frozen north. It had meant something to the people of Axe Fjord, to the land itself. But that life, that identity, felt as distant as the icy peaks she had fled. The woman who bore that name was gone, swallowed by fire and blood the day the raiders came. The day her home fell.
Now, she was Kitten, a name that carried no pride, no legacy—only survival. The scars on her body and the collar at her throat told the story of what she’d endured. Xylara was a name of strength, but it also carried responsibility. And the glacier, with its ancient prison and its stirring
[09:16] Xylara1111: wrath, called to that part of her—a part she wasn’t sure she could still be. Synin’s calm, hopeful voice broke through her thoughts. She talked about grace, about kindness, about choice, all with a conviction Xylara couldn’t understand. Her words were almost infuriating in their simplicity, their stubborn faith in something Kitten had long since lost. And yet, she followed.
“You talk about safety as if it’s something you can hold onto,” Xylara said, her voice low and edged with bitterness. “Something you choose, like a warm meal or a soft bed.” Her eyes darkened as she continued. “But you don’t know what it’s like to have everything ripped away. To lose your name, your home—everything that made you who you are. When that happens, there’s no time for grace. All that’s left is survival. Kitten, I’m called Kitten” she said at last, her tone cautious but firm. “But don’t mistake my following for trust. And don’t expect me to believe in your kindness. I’ve learned better than that.”
[09:23] Synin (karlotte.shelman) would move to the long hall. The only place in which she was certain there would be warmth. The words were as daggers to her heart. “No I do not know these things.” she replied. “I have not lost my home, my name or anything I ever cared for.” there was some level of sarcasm. “Since all of that is still here.” as she pointed to her head “Dreams of return, the memory of a loving mother. That never left me.” she would start to undress.
“Best get naked here, Kitten. I will have some water so you can clean yourself. I will even warm it so it might ease you down.” she sighed still convinced that she could show a different path. “There is a choice to become bitter. Has it offered you anything ? Did it give you shelter ? Has it returned what you lost ?” she challenged but in good nature.
“Kitten, well met.” she offered warm and truly with the intent to reassure the woman she did not mean wrong. “I know it sounds way easier than it is, but truly. I live by the day and see what happens. If I would have it as a gift I had it wrapped and given to you.” she smiles. She would wait for the girl to undress herself before she would venture further. Hearing the long hall empty for now.
[09:31] Xylara1111 froze at Synin’s words, her hands gripping the edges of her tattered tunic. Her eyes darted to the shadows of the empty hall, as though expecting figures to emerge from them. The command to undress stirred something deep and raw within her, memories of hands that had stripped away more than just her clothing. The bruises scattered across her pale skin and the faint scars etched into her body told their own story, one of torment and captivity. She hesitated, every movement weighed down by the ghosts of her past.
Slowly, she began to remove her tunic, the fabric slipping from her shoulders to reveal the marks left behind by those who had once claimed her. Her arms crossed over her chest, not from the cold but from shame and the instinct to protect herself. She stood rigid, her gaze fixed on the floor. “Men have taken everything from me,” she murmured, her voice low and brittle. “Their kindness always comes with chains.” The words carried the weight of someone who had seen too much and trusted too little.
Despite her wariness, the warmth of the fire and the strange gentleness in Synin’s tone held her in place. Kitten took a small, reluctant step forward, allowing the fire’s heat to thaw the chill in her bones. She glanced at Synin, her expression guarded but faintly curious, as though unsure what to make of this woman who spoke of kindness as though it were a strength. For now, she obeyed, though her trust remained distant, buried beneath the layers of a life stolen from her.
[09:36] Synin (karlotte.shelman) wasn’t stupid and knew that the woman had been traumatized. Yet she would not try to awake it. Not try to lure her to speak on matters that were still raw and rough. “Come let me get you to a spot where most men will not spot you instantly.” She suggested after hearing her of her ordeal. “Their kindness can come with a caress a compliment a tender gesture or a gift.” as her hand would reach to the leather braid she wore upon her head.
“But i know men can break, can take your life if they will lit.” she replied. “But thankfully they have not yet – or failed to do so.” as she would move though the warm long hall taking the kettle that had been above the fire. “Come I will fill a warm bath.” she suggests. “I have some slave gruel too.” she suggests surely there to share.
[09:40] Xylara1111: Kitten sank deeper into the bath, the warmth soothing her bruised and battered body. For a long moment, she said nothing, the silence broken only by the faint crackle of the fire and the soft splash of water. Finally, her voice cut through the quiet, low and hesitant, as though she were testing the air before revealing too much.
“I don’t remember what it feels like to trust someone,” she admitted, her gaze fixed on the surface of the water. Her fingers traced faint patterns in it, distracted but deliberate. “Kindness… it’s always been a trick. A game to lure you in before the knife falls.” She paused, her brow furrowing as if the memory stung. “But you don’t seem like the others.” Her eyes flicked up to Synin briefly, studying her. “Why are you like this? Why do you care?”
The question wasn’t accusing, but genuine—curious in a way that felt foreign to Kitten, as though she couldn’t quite understand what drove Synin to offer help without demand. It made her uneasy, but some part of her wanted
[09:46] Synin (karlotte.shelman) smiled contently when she moved into the bath that now reached a comfortable temperature. She would give her a little cloth and some soap for her to use. A keen eyes on the injuries, but to her judgment nothing lethal and nothing that wouldn’t heal without any attention.
“I have seen it consume people.” she answers truthful. “It ate people alive. They saw danger, darkness and were no longer able to see the light.” she recounts. “Ever since I decided not to go that route I have been rewarded with more than I ever could wish for.” she would take a seat upon the chair and brush her own hair.
“As to why I care ? If I do not care, why would I expect others to do for me? Where I come from … they speak of Karma. I think I believe that to be true.” she nodded even when she spoke these words.
[09:50] Xylara1111 worked slowly, the warmth of the water loosening the tension in her body as she used the cloth and soap Synin had provided. She scrubbed away the grime of her long journey, her bruised and scarred skin gradually emerging clean beneath the suds. Her movements were methodical, almost mechanical, her mind drifting somewhere far away. The heat of the bath soothed her aching muscles, but it couldn’t entirely erase the wariness etched into her very being.
Once she was done, Kitten rose from the tub, the air cool against her damp skin. She reached for the cloth Synin had left for drying, her motions quick but not hurried. She dried herself off silently, avoiding Synin’s gaze as she wrapped the fur around herself, its warmth a small comfort against the chill of the long hall. With the fur draped over her, she moved to a corner of the room, her steps light and quiet, as though she hoped to vanish into the shadows.
Curling onto the fur on the floor, Kitten pulled it tightly around her, hiding herself from view. Her body tucked into itself defensively, her back pressed to the wall as her eyes darted around the room one last time. Only when she was certain no one else was there did her breathing begin to slow. The fur enveloped her, its softness and warmth lulling her into a sense of fragile security. It wasn’t much, but it was enough. Her eyes closed, and exhaustion finally claimed her as she disappeared into sleep, hidden within the folds of the fur like a wary animal retreating to its den.
Before I started Crow I played my slave character Karlotte. In time things happened in which it made me decide to have her shelved. After recent events in Crow I took a step back from him and dusted of this character. And it is one amazing story.
So in order to inspire others – I take you within this blog – in the story of Karlotte who is at this moment known as Synin.
Posted in Black Caste on December 18, 2024 by crow1971
[2024/12/18 10:52] Black Ost (daricmarano) shifted his eyes to the square again and those filing about. He exhaled, before he would incline his head in a cryptic way and shift to move off. Adjusting black tunic to his stocky frame before he adjusted his stance and moved around the corner.
[2024/12/18 10:53] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) fell in behind, her feline gait going even more quiet as she moves – it always did when serving those of the black.
[2024/12/18 10:56] Black Ost (daricmarano) peered left and right as he moved. “Tal Haru, how are you? It was good to see that herlit.” He supplied to her, his eyes softening a bit upon her, before he reached up and slid that helm from his head. Tucking it under one arm. “I was gone from the city for a few days. I take some time away to recharge. I should recommend the same thing to Crow.”
[2024/12/18 11:00] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would trail along behind Ost. They got to the beach, but not quite as far down as they would usually go, she noted. Not to the very spot where the order to report to him had been given. “I am well, Master,” she says, giving a slight tug of her camisk; not for modesty but to show it off. A gift from her master though she didn’t verbalise her words of it; girls. Always those silent messages, right?
“Karasu is well trained and is rewarded for it,” she says, referring to her little midget herlit. “He has saved me before from being stolen.” A nod of her head and she scans the beach again, ensuring they were still alone. “My Master …” she starts as he mentions the idea of a break. Haru would do anything for just some time alone with the man but he was busy. Very busy. “My Master would have me report to you of your charge. She has been using her connection to the caste to further her own intents. Claiming that she is owned by the caste and even suggesting or questioning the what ifs of a mistress being trained as a killer.”
She would pause a moment, watching the man for a reaction. “He wishes to know if you would deal with it, or if he will step in instead. Her tongue will be lost if so.” She still thought the lady was foolish for offering up her tongue so willingly but hey, not her problem.
[2024/12/18 11:06] Black Ost (daricmarano) adjusted that helm under his arm. Ost had always been an enigma. A different sort of killer. Not one Haru had ever seen angry. His eyes drifted to the thassa, he saw that little shift of that camisk. It was a nice camisk. He liked purple. He shifted, his head and nodded back to Haru. “After I received your missive. I spoke to the woman herself to see if she was culpable for her actions and would explain herself. She did. She told me everything you just stated. “I reminded her that her connection to the caste does not mean she is owned by the caste. She is a woman and women are not permitted to be trained as a killer.” There wasn’t frustration or anger in him in that moment. “I wish to speak to Crow on this matter.”
[2024/12/18 11:12] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) was alert, keeping track of the beach as they spoke; back in her game as if the new camisk had triggered a switch in the girl and put all things right. What girl didn’t get all googly from new pretty things? The angst of before was gone though she could feel that she was being held to a different standard now in public; though much of that she was figuring slowly was because no, they were not in Kansas any more, Toto.”My Master,” she would say, turning to take note of his arrival. Alert. Near impossible to sneak up on now; just like the man in the mines who had tried. And failed.
The girl would step back, making room for her master’s approach even as she nodded her head to Ost’s feedback but having given her report and the man arriving as his name was spoken, she would default to her owner. An approach from her, a momentary brush of her hands against his thighs and under his cloak for them being alone but then putting that little measure of gap between per his recent preferences.
[2024/12/18 11:16] Crow (melchior.wardell) moved and just on time would move towards the beach. His eyes upon Ost as he dipped his head in a respectful manner.
He noted his girl and understood she relayed the message he had told her. As she pushed herself backwards. The touch was given a look but he did not comment upon it.
“Well here I am. So what is it you wished to relay., Killer.”
[2024/12/18 11:21] Black Ost (daricmarano) watched Haru step backwards and he tipped his head back to peer towards Crow. An incline of his head in a respectful manner. His eyes were clearer for his break away from the city; something he forced himself to take to come back with fresh eyes. “I received your message and the information you wished your girl to relay. I spoke with the lady, prior to this conversation. She is incorrect in her understanding and I want to relay to you, that free women called associate with our caste are tools. With a means to an end. Like physicians or suppliers, there is no debt owed to the caste and certainly will I not train such women to be killers. That is ludicrous. As Choko’s guardian, I will be the first to tell you…the woman needs a reality check. Only..” He would look back to Crow holding his gaze. “…since when do we let our anger speak for us? We are not violent men.”
[2024/12/18 11:24] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would enlarge the gap a little at the look from her master. Still close. Enough so that if he moved, she’d feel it before she would see it – but quick and simple to also move out of the way. Her old protocols were starting to kick in; the only thing missing was standing on his left as there were rocks in the way, her face falling into that placid, porcelain mask. Unreadable. Beautiful and demure seeming yet whatever emotions lay behind it were hidden. A gaze that kept tabs on everything around her; anything that moved or made a noise, staying alert that the masters could have privacy and yet ready to move at a single signal.
[2024/12/18 11:26] Crow (melchior.wardell) would regard Ost with a gaze that pierced through his eyes. After a casual glance over his shoulders “Are you Killer, going to lecture me on anger management and how to control it when I am faced by your ward that speaks from your connection as if she can do as she pleases ?” his voice eary calm, but there was something to it.
“This wasn’t a first time. This wasn’t a second time. This woman wants to be in my bed. Wants to be fucked like a slave. I smelled her with paga. I let her to you and your decisions. Did I not ?”
He would wave his hand “Consider yourself warned. I have not acted out of anger but out of controlling a situation in which she would no longer be of any use to you.”
[2024/12/18 11:32] Black Ost (daricmarano) shifted that helm under his arm, just holding it. His body otherwise relaxed. “I am not lecturing you killer. How she speaks away from me, is unknown to me until I am told of it. As you are telling me now. I do not need a warning for it. I am just cautioning you from one brother to another.” He supplied with an incline of his head. He spoke in certainties, an ease of expression. “I have seen what you speak of in her. I have let her fail all on her own without harming her. Her downfall will be her own design.” He shifted his stance, adjusting to square his hips. “We are discussing this, not arguing it. The lady has failings we both agree on that. Why give her what she wants? If she wants to be in your bed, I will resign her punishment to you as the aggrieved party.”
[2024/12/18 11:34] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) listens, a slight shudder running down her spine. She knew Choko had offered up her tongue to Crow’s words – a foolish move if anyone were to ask Haru; almost as if the lady wanted to accelerate things in that regard. She’d been given a safety buffer for her life and yet wanted to throw it away then and there.
She says nothing, though. The girl was simply acting as the eyes in the back of the men’s head. Allowing them to focus without concern of snoops or eavesdroppers.
[2024/12/18 11:40] Crow (melchior.wardell) frowns “You caution me for what ? Surely you do so because there is a concern for me to act out of it. I doubt you would do so otherwise.” he replied to the point. “So forgive me for seeing your intent any different than it was meant for.” he added.
His pose calm – his voice even – Still Crow was not one that would be scolded like a fresh man in to the caste. “She is your ward. You took her in. I doubt you knew much about her. But she is your problem. So my message was one of warning. Since I am quite sure you can’t be everywhere. If she already failed you, one might wonder why she is still out there let lose ? Are you not fearful for a blemished reputation. One you so much fought for ?” he asks
“This isn’t about her. I could care less. Which I told her before she so foolishly spoke of being of the caste. I warned her than. Even after I warned her days prior when she did so too. It is up to you how valuable she is too you. To me she is nothing. Of no value. But since I did not have the coin she has her life. And perhaps that is worth something to you.”
[2024/12/18 11:49] Black Ost (daricmarano) did not sway his gaze from Crow. He held enough respect between them to meet his eyes. “I caution you because our caste is in ruin, it is in ruin because we have forgotten where we came from. Where we started. It is weak to be cruel, it takes strength to be humble. You are a killer same as me. We endured the training, we endured the hardship and we still do. I refuse to be a bully and if you take offense to those words I am apologetic.” He said lifting his hand to his shoulder and chest. “I am not fearful of blemish upon my reputation. My actions speak for themselves, how others in my orbit act is not a reflection upon me or this caste. It is a reflection upon themselves. Same for any member of our caste.” He supplied peering back in his direction with his focus. “The woman grows my coffers, but can be detached from any association. You were offended by her inquiry. Her punishment is yours.”
[2024/12/18 11:52] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would make a motion for the men to alert them to the approaching man – though the man thankfully passed before anything further could be spoken. Still, her eyes tracked the man. She had noted an increase in northerners in the city since her arrival; that had her concerned. Going to the north at her master’s beckoning was one thing – being taken there by force was completely something else and that always got her nervous when she saw so many. Haru had trust issues when it came to strangers and probably rightly so.
Her head moves, still tracking, still keeping eyes open – but also playing ping-pong between the men as words go back and forth; as they seem to negotiate and banter on whose responsibility Choko’s punishment would be. She was glad it wasn’t her own tongue on the chopping block – even if she had learned skills to communicate when gagged, losing the ability to taste food would have had its own effects.
[2024/12/18 11:59] Crow (melchior.wardell) shook his head “Forgive me if I read more into your words than you intended to relay? Do you think I am a bully? I am no longer humble?” the question sincere and out there to see if there was perhaps time on some self reflection. Crow did never walk or run from those. “Unfortunately I wish you were right that your actions would only be the ones that matter. You must trust me from my past experience such is not always the case. Even in association we are judged.”
He would regard his slave for a moment before his attention returned to Ost. “If she brings you coin. If you see that she is more valuable than the pain she might cause. That is your decision to make.I am not the master of this court.” he waved his hand “The punishment spoken and her offer for to cut her tongue – wasn’t executed because I did not have any intent to harm her in a way that wouldn’t be able to be rectified. She is yours to do as you please. I have no interest in it. I just wished you warned. And as you seem to think I only acted because I might enjoy to pester women … Than I want to learn that now.”
[2024/12/18 12:05] Black Ost (daricmarano) had noticed those folks passing, as such he waited to speak until they passed. He stepped closer, but it was not in a threatening way it was in an honest more open way. “Crow, one of your first actions upon meeting someone seeking our caste typically is to punch them in the face. To test and judge their reaction if they have the temperament to be a killer. We expect them not to cower, but to take the punch and stand back up on their own two feet without allowing fury to overwhelm them. If I were to swing on you right now how would you act? Honestly.” He supplied with a cant of his head.
[2024/12/18 12:07] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) was listening and for all the non-threat of Ost’s motions, she would take two small steps back. Space for her master to move. Her mind was wandering back to Ost’s earlier words; where he had been the last few days and the suggestion that had followed. That would be a dream, would it not? Just a few days.
[2024/12/18 12:11] Crow (melchior.wardell) would watch how the killer came close and although he didn’t cower there was this flicker in the eyes of Crow that must have warned him. When the man spoke to him. He knew the man to be right.
As Ost asked his response, Crow would think his reply would be as honest as the intent of his question. All of a sudden it dawned upon him. “I would slice your throat if you did not stop me from doing so.” his words painfully honest. If Crow was ever afraid of what would happen – it was now – in this moment.
He regarded Ost defeated as he lowered his head. His mind racing while his heart danced in his chest. How he wished to say he would be as those lads, but he would fail his caste if Ost ever had done so.
[2024/12/18 12:18] Black Ost (daricmarano) would take a step back, as any sensible man would when the threat of a slit throat was laid before him. “We all lose sight of the picture. When we are inside the frame. I do not judge you. I judge myself for pushing you to join me here after the fall of the Lodge, I think you need a break..” He did not reach for him as some men might embrace. He only inclined his head respectfully.
[2024/12/18 12:26] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) was listening. Her gaze moves from man to man. Ost had said the same earlier and Haru had pictured it vividly. Him. Her. Some beach alone with noone else to bother them. A chance for her to spoil him. Help him relax and take care of things while he did what he needed to do. A time for them to reconnect.
She doesn’t speak, though.
[2024/12/18 12:27] Crow (melchior.wardell) would look up to him “You do not have to fear me. To realize I would have done so is enough to have me cautioned.” he stated.
He would look to his slave and back to Ost. “I indeed need to step away from any caste business.” he replied. “I will consider what to do.”
He would look to his girl “Please find Erebus. See that you train Nova. I will be there to come and collect you for whatever comes next.”
With that he would leave.
[2024/12/18 12:29] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would watch as her master walked off, the girl crumbling inside a little. “Hai…” she would say. Her gaze moved to Ost and she would frown some. “It seems I am to travel to Argentum then.”
[2024/12/18 12:30] Black Ost (daricmarano) watched him walk away. His eyes distant, before he peered back to Haru. “I expect you to help him as you can, girl. You may come to me and this court if you need refuge yourself. I will protect you as if I were your own master.” He said, as he shifted to slide that helm over his head. Adjusting it. “Do as your master wishes.”
[2024/12/18 12:32] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would sigh and shake her head. “Thank you, Master,” she says. “It seems I have orders to follow, though.” She would start to move back to the court. “Please pass my wishes to your girls and I will cook with Ash upon my return. If I return.” Those words hung there. She was clearly uncertain but she did not wait for more.
[2024/12/18 12:33] Black Ost (daricmarano) nodded his head to the girl, watching that other woman walk down the beach. He wouldn’t entertain it. “Yes, girl. You needn’t thank me.” A gesture for her to find Erebus to complete her task.
[13:00] Crow (melchior.wardell) would enter and as he needed to adjust to the dim light he noted some familiar faces. “Greetings Killers.” he offered to hose there in respect.
[13:02] Byron Greenwood also notes the timely arrival of his lieutenant, along with the master of the GBC.
[13:02] Obsidian (thom.podlum) arrived as in out of thin air. He looked around the chamber and offered an incline of his head to those who were present. ‘Greetings, Killers. Hoping you all are having a fine day.’ Then he took a seat and remained quiet.
[13:03] Conrad (achlysnightfire): arrives soon after Obsidian, in the same fashion “Killers” he says nodding to the other assassins
[13:04] Al’Sah (azaereus) moved to join the men of his court and camp, offering Conrad a nod of greeting, and to the others as they filtered in
[13:04] Drago (drago.blackheart) he will stay in the back and just listen on ” Greetings Killers and slaves”
[13:04] Nijad (altav2015): enters just after Conrad and also nods a greeting to those present.
[13:05] Crow (melchior.wardell) had been from the lodge due to grim business up in the North. As he moved he arched a brow. The captain was still missing. Not one that was often late. “I am doing well, Killer. I trust you and yours do so too ?”
There was a reason he seemed to have little interest in Scar for the moment.
[13:05] Erin (tracynotme) follows her Master “Tal Masters and kajirae “
[13:05] Sana ‘Toi’ Armani (babeangel) followed erin in behind thier woner and she was nervous as she glanced around but stayed silent*
[13:06] Λdɨяα (sutara.luminos): would take her place at her masters boot quietly before sending a quick easy smile “greetings masters and beauties” she would murmur softly before going quiet
[13:08] Byron Greenwood makes note of the other arrivals and patiently waits as they settle themselves.
[13:08] Conrad (achlysnightfire): seeing Crow he nods “What about the lads? were do you want them?” he asks seeing that Drago is there
[13:10] Crow (melchior.wardell) had not taken his place. Waiting for the captain to arrive and the other lieutenant. As Conrad spoke he cuts a glance to Scar and answers Conrad “On their hands, knees, whatever you like. They are your canidates.” he replied with a hint of his black humor “Our candidate will not join. If he is still alive that is.”
[13:11] Conrad (achlysnightfire): looks at Drago “stand behind us, lad” he orders
[13:11] Red Bloodrose is hunched over papers at the behest of Scar, scribbling notes furiously. She lifts her head then, offering a nod of respect to the assembled Masters, ducking her head the to the height of the girls then, to offer a quiet wave of her hand to them all in welcome, before once more bending studiously to her notes.
[13:12] Byron Greenwood thinly smirks at Crow’s humour in deciding upon the treatment of guest candidates.
[13:13] Al’Sah (azaereus) rubbed at his temples before taking a quick nip from the bota at his hip of the clear water within. ” It’s been too long since we’ve had a proper conclave so I hope this ends much better than the last… Thankfully I see mostly reasonable and rational faces among us today.”
[13:13] Drago (drago.blackheart): : he move behind Conrad and stand with his hands behind his back, he looks around the room wondering who was who.
[13:15] Byron Greenwood motions to Crow to claim a seat. “Already it is a quarter past the hour. You will have to attend for our captain and his second, until such time as they present themselves.”
[13:17] Conrad (achlysnightfire): ((I am sorry but at 2PM I have to log out as tomorrow I wake up early for work))
[13:17] Crow (melchior.wardell) took a coin from his pocket and flipped it up in the air. One might think he made wagers with himself. Coin up – I speak – Coin down – I keep silent. But there was no such thing when it came to this. It was simply to keeping his fingers flexible. Not because his slave complaint – hardly – ever – she did not dare.
“It is, Killer. And I am sure many might join a little later. Not all were able to make it in time. Erebus will be here shortly. “
When Scar motions him to take a seat he did – but with some reluctance.
[13:18] Al’Sah (azaereus) chuckled at Crow’s observation. ” It doesn’t help that we hold our courts high in the mountains and not all of us are tarnsmen… It’s not the shortest nor easiest trek even on the back of a tharlarion.”
[13:19] Crow (melchior.wardell) grinned “I always have been excellent with animals. So I guess I should take in account that such does not come natural to all.” he jested.
[13:21] Obsidian (thom.podlum) shifted in his seat, still finding his comfortable position. Then he cleared his throat before commenting. ‘I need to share that I do have a commitment and am only able to be present for a bit over an ehn. Should I need to depart, I will designate Al’Sah as the most senior member of the GBC present to speak on my behalf.’ He turned to Al and nodded his head.
[13:22] Byron Greenwood makes note of Crow’s comments and waits until he is settled, then once again takes up a metal scroll rod, which he employs as a makeshift gavel, striking it three times upon the table, loudly and sharply. “I call this first conclave of the Black Lodge to order!” he declares. “The Black Lodge welcomes the masters of the GBC and the Sable Caste, along with their men and property, and all others here present. As the first order of business, I call upon Conrad, master of the Sable Caste, to speak of the fate Aretium. Has it been abandoned?”
[13:24] Conrad (achlysnightfire): He nods “Yes, we decided to move to Turmus. Since Coda has been away for long, the city wishes to have a master assassin there and our Raven was already there, so we decided to move there”
[13:26] Byron Greenwood makes a note of this news from Conrad. “Very well. I shall adjust our war table accordingly. My thanks, Killer. Second order of business. I should like to propose that all future Black Lodge conclaves are held on the second Sunday of the month, rather than the first. Any objections?”
[13:27] Al’Sah (azaereus) leaned back in his seat. ” Coda’s slave has also found her way into the employ of Master Assassin Tiber, myself, and works within the Court of Boswell Pass. We will hold the beast until his return, or should he be considered dead, she will remain in the chain of our camp.”
[13:27] Conrad (achlysnightfire): “on Sundays at 1PM is a bit late for me, Saturdays would be better”
[13:28] Crow (melchior.wardell) would simply flip the coin as he listens. In a way he was not only flexible with his fingers, he was flexible with his time too.
[13:29] Al’Sah (azaereus) ” I am afraid Sundays are my only available day, unless the conclaves are held later in the day on a Saturday.”
[13:30] Obsidian (thom.podlum): ‘No objections here.’ Obs was a man of few words …. for the moment.
[13:30] Byron Greenwood notes Al’sah’s comment. “How is this slave named, for the record?” He then acknowledged Conrad again. “Sunday was the most voted for day overall. Would starting at noon fair better for you, Killer?”
[13:30] Conrad (achlysnightfire): “yes, noon would be much better, killer”
[13:32] Al’Sah (azaereus) ” The slave’s name is Onyx, but we will settle that less important matter should there be time at the end.”
[13:35] Byron Greenwood nods at Al’Sah’s remark, and makes a note. “Second Sunday of the month, at noon. Motion is carried. We await word from Sirius on the fate of Rarn, unless any here can confirm its status. Meantime, I open the floor for other business.”
[13:36] Byron Greenwood rolls his eyes, since it seems he only has to mention Sirius’ name for him to actually appear! “Sirius, can you speak of the fate of Rarn before we continue?”
[13:38] Crow (melchior.wardell) cuts a glance to Sirius that still took the place of the spider. Surely with the intent to overcome his fear for those creatures. He nearly had spilled the beans when it came to Rarn but would await the words of the one that was appointed to that city.
[13:39] Sirius™ (lucienwildulf) had just shuffled in , wiping sleep from his eyes. Sitting he covered a yawn with his hand, and bleary eyes looked at those gathered.He was startled when Scar called him, not expecting that. He sat up, alert now and cleared his throat. “Yes. Rarn. The city could not support itself , the interior having collapsed. What little remained of its populace has moved to Tafa.”
[13:40] Byron Greenwood nods to this grave news and makes a note. “So, it has, indeed, fallen. I shall update our war table accordingly. My thanks, Killer. So! Any other business?”
[13:42] Al’Sah (azaereus) held up his hand. ” I have two pieces of business. One is an unafiiliated Killer with his hands dipping into court business, and the other is a proposal to the courts. Which would this conclave hear first?”
[13:44] Byron Greenwood motions to the open area that the table encircles, more to suggest that Al’Sah has the floor rather than demand that he should actually stand. “This conclave will hear which ever you should like to first address, Killer.”
[13:44] Crow (melchior.wardell) had enough to share, still he was uncertain of his own position. And in such he held silent. Perhaps things that would presented today – might give direction to what he still needed to figure out. There was a certain pain from his experience and one he knew most would frown upon. So he would not speak of such. Simply waited for what was presented before them.
[13:44] Obsidian (thom.podlum) was familiar with the points of business. He raised his hand to speak, then quietly commented. ‘The proposal is of greater long term importance, and the unaffiliated killer is perhaps a more immediate matter.’
[13:47] Al’Sah (azaereus) stood and placed his ring covered hands on the table, one of which was his mark of rank and title among his court of Boswell… ” Assassins, Killers. In this very room sit men of the black caste of three separate courts. Each with its own means of thought and training, and parts of our dark work that we are weak in due to splintering thinking, years of degradation, and slowly branching apart manners of caste etiquette. Thus, I wish to propose to the conclave, a Unified Court, with a council of five elected Assassins to bring unison and unity back to our splintered caste.”
[13:53] Obsidian (thom.podlum) had reviewed the preliminary information on the proposal and offered a few comments. ‘I will say that I am in complete favor of gatherings such as this where we can come together and discuss issues we are facing as well as support each other in the training we offer. And for the purpose of perhaps more critical matters, then a court or council that is comprised of a handful of elected and active assassins seems to be a fine idea whose time has come. I would be supportive of such a proposal.’ He sat back, waiting for others to add their voices.
[13:54] Sirius™ (lucienwildulf) leaned forward and took in Al’Sah carefully. He had changed over the years, and it had been some time since last he saw the man. He weighed his words carefully. His interest piqued. “To me, that sounds like a good idea. I agree each of our camps have different agendas and criteria, with some being the same, as its evolved over the years. I agree to a unified council. “
[13:54] Byron Greenwood looked to Al’Sah as he spoke, but also heard Obsidian’s comments. Still, while may have been Obsidian’s intent to give direction to his captain, it seemed his captain took his own path. So, he considered the proposal as presented. “The Black Lodge now holds an open conclave every month, welcome to all, where all have an equal voice, with only me acting as chairman. Too, I recall the many attempts at forming a high council within the caste, which all failed. I would ask, then, how would this United Court differ? And would not this conclave serve the same purpose? If not, why not?”
[13:56] Conrad (achlysnightfire): Has said nothing, experience has taught him to listen first. Only when Byron speaks he nods and turns to look towards Al’Sha as Byron’s question is exactly the same he would have asked
[13:57] Nijad (altav2015) just nods silently when Byron speaks.
[13:59] Al’Sah (azaereus) looked towards Scar. ” The Lodge trains deeply in the art of the hunt and the physical work of our caste. Conrad’s court steeps its lads in the history and philosophy of our caste. The Court of Boswell focuses on the political aspects and finer details to carry out our work. We are splintered, but with a Unified Court to vote and consolidate our strengths into a more cohesive regiment for training, we sit here with the numbers to topple cities should we wish to. Instead, I believe that with such a unification, and a more stable cooperation of our courts, our trainees could go from proficient assassins, to Killers of legend. With the knowledge of the hunt from the men of the Lodge, the philosophy and history of those that came before from Conrad’s Court, and the detailed training on politic and rhetoric from Boswell Pass, we could train Killers that make the people below the Sardars fear to wear the black without having earned it again.”
[14:01] Crow (melchior.wardell) remained silent. When he was – he was on his most dangerous side. None truly could tell what he was thinking and none was safe. The coin flipped again as he listens to what he had been hearing for as long as he was in the caste.
Even he had tried to bring the caste together and failed due to ego’s. None truly could let go of what they believed was right. Even in the mere suggestion to unify there was judgment upon those that were no part of it.
“In theory … As ever with the best intent … when everything goes perfect.” he mused – already giving some indication of his line of thinking. [14:03] Al’Sah (azaereus): (c)
[14:05] Al’Sah (azaereus) ” The difference between a United Court and these conclaves, will be the Council of Five. These councilmen would be voted for among all three courts, from the captains and masters of our caste. I do not suggest consolidating our camps into one, but to integrate one another into the training regimes of our caste. For example, lads of the Lodge might come to me to learn the art of tarnsmanship, or to Conrad to learn of the codes in depth. My trainee, Akeshi, might come to the Lodge to learn from Crow the best methods to hunt a target where Killers are unwelcome.”
[14:06] Al’Sah (azaereus) ” The Council’s role in this, would be to work together to create a unified and universal training regime, as well as to come together on matters such as my second point of order once we are complete with this one.”
[14:07] Sirius™ (lucienwildulf) felt left out of who could go where and learn from someone. He was best at teaching them to be a cunt. Just like him. This brought back memories of bygone years, when Al’Sah himself was a trainee. How many scars did this man have now. at the hands of Sirius?
[14:08] Byron Greenwood broods on Al’Sah’s answer. “As you say, Killer. I have already sought out both Conrad and Obsidian to agree upon some kind of parity between our training programs, so that the richness of these courts can benefit all. Candidates could freely move between these courts and benefit from their specialities. Candidates that would most benefit from one court or another could be dispatched to that court and be based there. Each court is then promoted, and brought together. And again, there is this conclave, where matters regarding the caste as a whole can be openly discussed. I ask again, how would this United Court differ from what is already in place? At these conclaves, all have an equal voice, with no need of voting. With respect, Killer, why would we need such elected officials?”
[14:11] Al’Sah (azaereus) countered. ” Because in these conclaves, where all are equal in voice, there are oft too many voices to be heard in earnest. I believe this conclave is the start to this unified court, and thus we change its manner to having five voices, rather than the entire crowd. Should your camp vote for you as one of the Five, and I should see no reason that they would not, then it would be your voice that speaks for them, rather than the need for us to filter through every Killer’s wish to speak all at once. In a manner of speaking, it is a means to make these conclaves more concise, and more palatable for all to handle. Much as you and I speak now, we both speak with the heart and backing of those whom we call our Camp Comrades.”
[14:12] Conrad (achlysnightfire): he slowly pushes his chair back and coughs to call for their attention “forgive me, killer, the discussion is very interesting but unfortunately I cannot stay longer. At the moment, I agree with Scar and Crow, I see no need for another structure, our courts are already connected and there is no problem is sending trainees to another court. I have tried to give some lessons open to other court lads, for exmaple” [14:13] Conrad (achlysnightfire): *in sending
[14:13] Obsidian (thom.podlum) looked around the gathering. As usual, the attempt to read the faces of a group of Killers would be fruitless. Instead, he chose to be upfront. ‘My view is this. The unification that Al is speaking of is in alignment with the actions Scar has begun. I believe that Al’s recommendations would take the goal to the next level and would permit several to jointly reach decisions on who might be best able to support different aspects of training. Conrad and I, for instance, have already been jointly training the lad that stands behind him. And we hope to do more of that in the future. If there were such a gathering of five or so representing us all who could work through this, then I believe we would all benefit.’
[14:13] Sirius™ (lucienwildulf) looked to Conrad as he readied to depart, ” Gold and steel,Killer”
[14:15] Obsidian (thom.podlum): ‘Gold and steel, Conrad.’
[14:15] Erebus (sagunn): listening he had remained silent. The words shared. Listening as voices around the room provided point of view. Intent. Agreeing or providing different points, thoughts, “Gold and Steel.” offering this with his eyes upon the departing Assassins. Nijad having stood with.
[14:16] Nijad (altav2015) stands as well. He nods a greeting to everyone “Gold and Steel” and follows Conrad.
[14:16] Erin (tracynotme): “I wish all well”
[14:17] Obsidian (thom.podlum): ‘Gold and steel, Nijad.’
[14:17] Alexander Krutschek stood, raised his hand palm inward and inclined his head in a departing gesture. “Do as you all will,” he said in parting. “As I will continue to do as I will. No chosen five or three or two will speak for me. Are we not alone in gold in steel? I say I am, and I go now to be with those.”
[14:18] Sirius™ (lucienwildulf) dipped his chin toward Alex, but the man was too quick and had departed before he could utter a word.
[14:19] Byron Greenwood nods to Conrad as he rises, noting his view on the topic at hand. “I wish you well, Killer.” He then considered the further comments. “So, these elected five would speak for all? Can that truly be assured? What of those that might want to speak but would not speak to one of the five? Would their view be ignored, or would the five be compelled to draw them forth? If so summoned, is that fellow not adding an extra voice to the five? Again, we tried many forms of councils in the past. They failed. Largely due to such reasons I suggest here. Can you explain the form and function of your proposed five a little more?”
[14:23] Crow (melchior.wardell) heard the same questions and would most likely hear the same answers. “I understand your intent, Killer.” he stated to Al’Sah “And I can imagine that me not supporting it might look to you as if I feel you are in the wrong. In an ideal world this would be awesome. Recommended, supported, I would even wear its banner. But unfortunately there are so many influences you can not control. It would tire those that are chosen. Even to chose a moment in which we can meet is already a pain in the ass.”
[14:24] Al’Sah (azaereus) frowned as the words of many whom had spoken of egos was slowly becoming apparent, and he would speak freely of such. ” If one would speak before the Five, then they may stand before the council to offer their considerations or grievances. The point of the Council of Five would be to have the caste with a unified understanding of how we operate not just in training but in action among the populace of Gor and its cities. Where Sirius might hold one view, I might hold another, and these two views may be so differing in manner that it causes rifts to form, pride to swell, and schisms in our caste to splinter us further. It is why, to put it bluntly, our caste is starving for contracts, and it is the bottom of the barrel for trainees filtering into our training. With a council made up of seasoned Assassins from the three main courts to deliberate the considerations of our caste members,” He then looked to Crow. ” With Five chosen voices from among us to speak on our behalf, then it is only five Assassins whom need to meet. Not ten, twenty, thirty….”
[14:25] Obsidian (thom.podlum) leaned forward and spoke in a quiet voice. ‘Allow a question, if you will. For those not of the GBC, how many of you know what I consider my strongest training topic? I have a feeling few do and yet I would be happy to offer this topic to any trainees who were sent by their mentors.’
[14:32] Crow (melchior.wardell) nodded “I know, Killer.” he replied “But it will never be my voice. Since I will not take my place in that council or at that table. I always did the leg work. Not the throne. Those that might feel the ambition to do so, one might wonder why one would do so. Is it because they feel themselves superior ? Do they feel they need to push the caste to a higher standard as it now is ? Every answer to these questions is one that might harm it more than your intent has for it.” he answers. As to the question of Obs he held silent – he had the fortune to learn from him and speak on many matters. There was a tremendous respect there.
[14:35] Byron Greenwood considers further. “But who would listen to these five? Would these five make policy for others to follow? The Black Lodge welcomes all within the caste. It does not set policy for the caste. Any that come to this conclave has an equal say, and is listened to. If something is decided here, it is decided between those that are present. No one is dispatched to bring orders from the Black Lodge to do this thing or that. When I send messengers out, it is to bring news of what the Black Lodge has done in the hope that others will listen to it. We do not demand anything of any court. If a court, or any member of it, has something to share, they can freely come to a conclave. You see where I’m going with this? I have a counter proposal for you. What if these conclaves moved from one court to another, rotating between them. One month here, one month there, and so on. The master of that month’s court becomes the conclave chairman for that conclave. How’s that sound?”
[14:36] Al’Sah (azaereus) stood from the table and entered the center ring, pulling out shieves of parchment, which he passed among the Killers. ” Allow me to first give you this in writing, but second to offer you the second matter I had to bring to this conclave…. And use it as an example of why I believe a Council is necessary. Recently a trainee of mine has been absent, and I have found since that the lad has gone to train with another Assassin. One whom we can find no trace of their training among our caste. I ask you, Killers of both Lodge and Boswell Pass… How do we handle this matter? Surely the lad must die for this action, but what of this supposed Assassin? Is he worthy of recognition to call himself an Assassin? Or is he a mercenary masquerading as a Black Caste? Whom among us do we feel fit to decide?”
[14:41] Sirius™ (lucienwildulf) thanked Al’Sah as he received the parchment. “Allow me a moment to read this.”
[14:42] Byron Greenwood accepts the scroll offered to him with a respectful nod of thanks. He will be sure to read it in detail later on. “Much to to consider here, I feel. Perhaps, for now, we should all agree that this proposal for a United Court was generally positively received, but there still remains much to be debated upon. Perhaps at the next conclave. For now, let us move on to this new topic, since it relates, perhaps,. to the first. I will ask, who is this candidate that abandoned his training at, I assume, the GBC, to then find another to train him. And who is this unrecognised assassin?”
[14:43] Erebus (sagunn): “As far as your…trainee is concerned. That is your decision. Had he come to me I would have dragged him back before you, conscious or unconscious as I have expressed already.” providing this in response to, unrolling the scroll to read it over after a time. Scar’s own questions on the same subject spoken upon.
[14:45] Obsidian (thom.podlum) took the parchment and offered Al a nod. Then he looked to the rest who were still present. ‘Regretfully, I must depart. But I would like to recommend that Al’s proposal sit with us all for the next period and that we come back to this when we meet again if there is interest. Perhaps it needs refining. Or perhaps there is simply no interest. This is up to the group. However, I must depart now for I have others with needs waiting for me. Al, you may speak for the GBC in my absence.’ Obs rose and held his fist to his chest and then vanished.
[14:46] Al’Sah (azaereus) looked among the Killers that now surrounded him, rather than those at the same table. ” The trainee, named Abyss, was one of mine. The trainee’s life is forfeit once I find him. That is without question… What I bring to you today pertains to the unrecognized assassin, Tyrtaios… A fitting name, as the histories describe one named thus, whom failed this caste twice. We can find no records of him training among any of the courts that still stand today, nor any that have since disbanded. We have, however, found a link with a trainee of Boswell Pass whom had failed, and their initial carved onto our Wall of Lost Souls. We can neither confirm nor deny that this Tyrtaios is the lad formerly known as Vigor, but the connection is there.” He would give Obsidian a silent, but respectful nod. ” Gold and Steel, Killer.”
[14:50] Sirius™ (lucienwildulf) looked up from reading. He recalled Vigor. His brows furled. “It is something to address. Should this failed trainee be found, then I agree he should be killed for abandoning training. This other matter of a killer Tyratos, or however you say his name. I am also game to bring him to a stand, in order to recognize him as a killer. “
[14:52] Myrddin (drizantlar.veriander) thumps his fingers against the table pondering his thoughts and then speaks “This is a tricky situation one I am trying to remain outside due to ‘issues’ there are between myself and the lad who went to him to be trained by him. My point is this.. if a killer unknown to us shows up and wants to be a killer, we really can’t say no overall. Everyone has a right to be what and who they want to be. It would be unfortunate to not avail themselves of the potential background as well as acknowledgment and ability to build a story that training provides, but there are those who only want instant gratification. I see no issues of said man decides they want to go and be off by themselves, isn’t making a mockery of themselves and causing issues which would affect all of us then that’s a issue..If the man is openly and vocally questioning or disrespecting other killers or is what I want to call as close to the military version of ‘stolen valor’ then that’s a issue… That’s my stance on a situation where a killer shows up who cannot or has not been vetted. “
[14:57] Byron Greenwood respectfully acknowledge Obsidian as he stood. “I wish you well, Killer.” He then considered Al’Sah’s words once more. “With regard to the candidate, I concur with Erebus here. How you or your court deals with candidates that forsake their mentor or his court is a matter best left to your court and its master. At the Lodge, we kill all those that abandon training, and dispatch word of that execution to every court the Lodge is aware of. -All- of them. Such courts may do with this news as they wish. As for this… so-named assassin, I have heard of him. And can say nothing good about him. In the past, the Lodge would, as Sirius suggests, go forth and hunt this man, to bring him to a stand, where as many members of as many courts would could muster would be present. They would then judge his merit. If he failed his stand, he would be offered proper training. If he refused this offer, he would be slain. If he was judged well, his endorsement would be that stand. That, though, was in the past, in days when the caste was stronger than now. I’m not sure such action would be looked upon with favour now. But I am open to comment on that. Perhaps would might be better to only act if this so named assassin actually insults the caste? And that insult can be proven? With hard evidence?”
[15:03] Al’Sah (azaereus) motioned to Byron. ” The trainee is as good as dead. That is neither here nor there. But I do believe that the man Tyrtaios should be placed before a Stand. The question there stands, whom will sit upon the stand to test his worthiness? Should this man be left to his own devices and then decide to, lets say, randomly commit murders to cure his boredom in the guise of a contracted hunt? That leaves our caste as a whole to take the blame. We’ve all heard it from the city administrations before: ‘ Why is this Killer acting like this? What do you mean he’s not one of yours? We don’t care if he isn’t trained by you, he’s a Killer, and all Killers must surely know one another.’ We may not be as large and as potent as we once were, but to put it simply, our world as a whole is in the same place. Just because our caste is smaller now than it was before, does not mean we should allow those whom have no business wearing the Black, do so. As to evidence for this man’s involvements in less than acceptable dealings,
[15:03] Al’Sah (azaereus): he has been seen with the trainee Abyss multiple times, teaching the boy without the knowledge of his camp. He has also been very vocal in his denouncement of not just the Court of Boswell Pass, but of all courts currently in operation. Claiming that we have lost our way, and that it is to himself and the old way that he will abide….”
[15:08] Sirius™ (lucienwildulf) looked down at the mass of scrolls on his desk as he listened. Shaking his head with a sigh. ” These men of late, bouncing around camps, and (going ooc) – and causing issues, and denouncing all of our camps.. It really has come to an empasse where we need to decide, in order to save face, who can be a killer. reminds me of the days when only certain groups , verified , could only hunt and kill in a city. The city administrators, now, would be open to anyone doing a role. But then complain when the person they allowed to do a thing, doesnt do it right.”
[15:13] Erebus (sagunn): rising from his seat “In addition to the answer, the thoughts provided.” motioning to Scar, “This Assassin, at least to my knowledge has all but turned in to dust in the wind. The suggested course, if he becomes a problem seems logical. Practical. If he will attend the suggested stand when offered. Several voices have spoken upon with encounters that speak upon a bad reputation had by Tyrtaios.” hearing Al’Sah out as he provided additional knowledge regarding the actions of the Assassin claiming caste. Sirius’ words offering his own view based on experiences, “This subject can be discussed all night, and while it has merit in that it needs visited with both the trainee and the Assassin must have a known location. You speak of Tyrtaios talking about the different courts, have you knowledge of this then?”
[15:15] Byron Greenwood scoffs at his mention of some ‘old way’. “I’ve heard many speak of this ‘old way’. Let me tell you, I know most of those that were masters in this so called ‘old way’. In fact, the many names of this so-named assassin were presented to to the Lodge by one of those masters of the ‘old way’, along with a warning about him. I speak of Taavon, here. I was around when this ‘old way’ became the ‘new way’. I have lieutenants that came not long after me. Anyway. As I see it, this candidate insulted you, personally, and through that, insulted your court. This assassin insulted you by accepting the candidate. Your court should bring to a stand. If called to such a stand to aid in judgement, the Lodge would answer. Just as many answered the Lodge’s call before, in the past. As for assassins failing in their duty, I would again suggest evidence be collected and used to consider what should best be done. The caste as tried to police its membership before. I never want to see it do so again in the way it did before. I will fight against that. Every time. But a stand seems fairest to me. That is my view on this.”
[15:21] Al’Sah (azaereus) looked to Byron. ” And this the first point of order ties into the second… I bring this to this conclave out of respect and my true belief that the courts should be unified in our ways. I could have, and will, absolutely, Kill the trainee. I could have, and will, Kill the unrecognized one known as Tyrtaios… But. I believe that this is something that effects not just the Court of Boswell, but The Black Lodge, the Sable Lodge, and all whom wear this dark tunic. Would we let our pride and ego say that it is not our business if one of our own is lambasted?” Al’Sah would then pull out another piece of parchment, and begin to read from it aloud. ” Here in is from a missive sent to me by Tyrtaios after his arrogant theft of our trainee…. ‘ My training predates anything written or re-written by Assassins who wished to add their improvements to a system that didn’t require such. The training of old was a standard every killer should have attained and maintained, almost all who attained it failed to maintain it. When I walked on the sacred ground of that arena, or let my black flag fly over my tent. Every time I greeted Torrid on the docks I affirmed my agreement to maintain the standard I was taught and the codes of my caste. This is what I teach, as every camp should be. And if the killer has done what is required and has the Poit complete correctly the mark can toss their toys out the crib, piss in their diaper and cry about it all night long. IT will not change the outcome’. So will the Black Lodge allow an upstart man wearing our colors, to call them children pissing in their diapers? I know that I nor the Court of Boswell will.” [15:21] Al’Sah (azaereus): (c) [15:22] Al’Sah (azaereus) ” And thus, I say again… Will the Black Lodge stand with the Court of Boswell, to rectify this problem?”
[15:32] Byron Greenwood scoffs again, and almost laughs when one term was mentioned. “And so come the lies of this so-named assassin. The term PTOIT (Planning, Tracking, Observation and Investigation Training) actually comes from the first -written- training program, as fashioned at Black Caste Isle. Before that, training was done by word of mouth. If he pre-dates all that, as he claims, why then does some that -actually- pre-dates them, namely Taavon, denounce him? You have, though, evidence of him insulting the caste. Present it at the stand you call, when you have brought him to it, and we will use it in judgement upon him. -This- would be my answer to the unity you seek. The Lodge would come to that stand. I’m sure the Sable Caste would too. As might others. This fellow would then see the united caste before him. As would you. You follow?”
[15:34] Al’Sah (azaereus) gave a sly smirk as he understood his fellow Killer’s intended words. ” It is a start… But a welcome one. I will send messengers to the courts when the time comes.” Sah would offer the gathering a bow of his head in respectful thanks for their time, before sitting again and conceding the floor to further matters
[15:36] Sirius™ (lucienwildulf) blinked as words were exchanged. Taking a piece of cloth , he dabbed at his ears. and the side of his face, where his brains had leaked out. He was at a loss for words since that part of his brain was now in a puddle on his lap. Once he gained the will to speak again, he offered. “Ill support all what was said. when a stand is presented, I too will participate.”
[15:39] Byron Greenwood takes note that Al’Sah reclaimed his seat. “Very well. Let his stand be the first example of the proposed unity, and we can, if that stand happens before the next conclave, debate on how that went, to prosper talks on your first proposal of a United Court. Indeed, you might well have four renown courts attend that stand, since Sirius here presides over what was and is the BCTC. We shall await word of this stand when called. Now! Is there any further business?”
[15:41] Crow (melchior.wardell) arched a brow “Killer.” he turned to Sirius “In all truth … Scar already made a statement for the lodge. Which makes it already that he …” he paused “ruled without consulting our decisions. ” he stated.
He would look at Al’Sah “I will lay down my rank and keep my tent, and you can count on my when it comes to this stand.”
[15:44] Byron Greenwood looked to Crow at this. “If you would have ruled otherwise, why do you say you will attend the stand I said the Lodge would already attend? A stand your comrade, Sirius, also said he would make himself known at? You have some other view that might change my mind?”
[15:44] Sirius™ (lucienwildulf) looked over at Crow, and dipped his head with respect. They had been discussing such for awhile now, in private. He looked over at Scar, and taking a deep breath. “It has been some time now that as much as i try to hold things together with Crow, I for one, as i cant speak for Crow, that I too, will lay down my rank. If you allow me to remain in a tent here, I will once again raise the BCTC as my standard.”
[15:48] Crow (melchior.wardell) would regard Scar “This is far more than this stand or this conclave.” he starts. “You took this court as its master. With the support of those within it. You have not reached out. Did not talk nor kept in contact. We were pretty much left to our own. I am sick of doing the work and not be considered or consulted. You want to rule – rule it – but no longer with me in your ranks.” his voice was serious with no anger to it.
[15:56] Al’Sah (azaereus) sat back and kept his mouth shut. This was Lodge business now
[15:57] Snow (malikai.alecto) entered the room, moving nearly silently on booted feet, making his way toward an open seat. He slid in with only the slightest clanking of his gladius against the back of his chair, reaching to place the folded page that had summoned him here on the table. It was a grave issue to draw the hermit assassin from his solace to be here among his own kind, peopling like the verb it had become.
[15:58] Sirius™ (lucienwildulf) he nodded at Snow, now the 3 sons of Serpent sat together. It had been sometime since they were together. He leaned to his right, and whispered to update Snow on all that was discussed.
[16:04] Byron Greenwood prospered a respectful nod to both Crow and Sirius in turn. “The Lodge’s tents are always available to those assassins that have good standing, no matter what court or allegiance they might have. You will always be welcome here. If you would renounce your ranks in the Lodge, I will abide by your wishes, with no ill feeling. Your service to the Lodge has been honourable, and will not be easily forgotten. I will say this, in answer to your statement, Crow. You had the rank to make decisions. Such decisions I would stand by, since, given your rank, you had my trust to act in ways I would support.Indeed, I again note you both stated you would attend a stand I said the Lodge you attend. If you wanted more recognition for your efforts, you only had to mention it. I didn’t garner men that needed my input on everything. I garnered men that could do things on their own. And do them well. Besides, the Lodge’s mission, here, was and is merely to provide a haven for the caste as a whole. -My- mission is the same as it always was, to preserve the methods laid down by the Black Caste Isle. ‘Took the Lodge as its master’ you say. I think you rather re-write history, there. But, no matter. I hold few grudges.”
[16:07] Snow (malikai.alecto) leans forward, squinting toward Scar’s familiar form, nodding as he absorbed the news. Here it was, those pink eyes that made him a living trope rolled so far back into his skull his mother had told him once they’d get stuck like that. He didn’t even bother to mutter, he just spoke the words with his usual candor. “I know my eyesight is not what it once was. But are you actually sitting there, ruling for our entire caste while wearing a fucking crown?” He didn’t care that Scar had just barely gotten his own respectful words out of his mouth, he was unhappy and it showed in his every terse word. “I come to do in service to my caste to find you as an Ubar, crowned? Please tell me I have finally tipped over the edge of madness, and left reason behind. Just want to make sure I’ve got it right so that I can fully appreciate this moment.”
[16:11] Crow (melchior.wardell) would listen with the intent to hear what was shared. As the man spoke he said nothing new. Nothing he had not anticipated. “Oh I expected you to say this.” he replied coldly “Tell me if you gave me so much trust … why not give the rank of the court master to the one that is there ?” he asks – as a mere suggestion. “Someone that truly builds relations with those out there. “Is it not you that took the largest house within this fortress? You wish the benefits and than just tell me I was like trusted with anything that was yours?” he would lift himself to stand. “I do not try to rewrite history nor am I very good with words … But I know what I see.”
When Snow intervened Crow arched a brow in surprise or was it really surprise ?
[16:16] Sirius™ (lucienwildulf) had also felt a tad neutered , though he did feel some autonomy in his rank. ” I will always stand with my brothers. whether by blood or caste. ” It helped some that Crow and Snow were both bio brothers thru Serpent. ” We never see you.. and therein lies the issue, I believe. You come for meetings, but have not been present here (or in discord until recently). We still have to report to you when you have been vacant for so long. I do appreciate your words, that we would still be welcome here and part of the Lodge, even under a different banner. I will always be there to help. and teach the next generation.”
[16:19] Byron Greenwood smiled thinly at Snow. “Ahah, Snow. How -fascinating- that you should suddenly appear when this matter is being discussed. A matter that would have been better addressed within the Lodge rather than at a full conclave. But, since you were so -kind- enough to spit out the same vitriol of old, lacking in originality, I will answer it. I recall Vincent coming to me to say the same thing as you, and he did the same to Solomon as well. -He- left satisfied in both cases. I have -never- spoken for the caste. I have only spoken for myself. The Lodge has never been about presiding over the caste, but offer a haven for it. I rule only over my court. Not the caste as a whole. As for the villa, Crow, I gave you and Arsus one. That you filled. And then never used. Preferring the tents instead. And would I give my court to another to rule? Perhaps. But then, you just decided to step down. So, it’s not going to be -you- now, is it:? As for being absent, you always had the option and means to send a message to me. Still. Perhaps you were too busy to be bothered, eh? I understand.”
[16:24] Al’Sah (azaereus) sat back and stayed quiet. It was still a matter of the Lodge mostly… But that of one court, was in truth, a matter of caste, so he listened intently… Though the silence would be broken with the soft munching of trail nuts smuggled from under Sah’s… admittedly… revealing tunic choice.
[16:24] Crow (melchior.wardell) stood there looking down upon him “When would I had the time to discuss these matters with you ?” he asks. But he would wave his hand “Don’t answer. I know it was unfortunately not the past hands.” he added.
“I am not here to make this some mean girls club.” no pun intended. “But I am one that calls what I see. I have always done that. I even dare say that partly due to that – you were able to build this.” he stated. “But I do not come here for the largest villa, the rank or the pet on the back. I was here because this would be a joint venture and it was not. I wish you greatness with it.” he would take the sash and place it upon the table. “
[16:30] Snow (malikai.alecto) tipped his head to the side, listening as he nodded, as though in agreement. “Is it vitriol if it is truth? You sit crowned in apparent victory. Let us set aside the vitriol. I came to discuss, not challenge the unarmed to combat of wits. I have been busy. Doing my actual job. Killing people. You should try it sometimes. Does wonders for the wallet.”
He gave a firm nod, a polite inclining of his head. “I stand with my brothers. And do not forget … who we come from, where we inherited our literal and figurative steel.” He slowly rose to his feet, leaning to place his palms on the table flat, his voice no longer holding even a hint of humor. “True leadership begins with service, not edicts.”
[16:36] Byron Greenwood leaves the sash where it was placed, without comment upon it. Instead, he looked to Al’Sah. “You still want unity, Killer? Well, here it is.” But he then regarded Crow once more. “Again, I remind you that you said you will attend the same stand as I said the Lodge would attend. But, you are right. Perhaps it was not a joint venture here, this time around. Perhaps you did most of all. But, then, is that still not really a joint venture, when one person did the most? I had it mind that the efforts of all would aid in the whole, and when one person could not lend a hand, another to rise up to help things along. But I suppose it is easier to accuse one of being an Ubar than to be mature about things and consider a brotherhood. A court. A caste.” He then narrowed his gaze on Snow. “Have a care, Snow. You’re starting to sound like my partner of old. I suggest, if you actually -do- have something to discuss, you raise the topic. Otherwise, perhaps we should call this conclave to a close, unless there is any other business to consider?”
[16:40] Al’Sah (azaereus) looked to Byron and said in pure honesty. ” The Unified Council is meant to prevent things such as this. Speaking as Killers to our Councilmen, whom then speak for us. If you wish for the thoughts of the Killers of Boswell Pass, I speak knowing that those whom are here with me, and those whom are not, are of one mind in almost all that we do. Little happens within our Court that is not discussed among its members.” Was his simple reply. ” We men of The Black Caste. The business of one court, is the business of All.”
[16:40] Crow (melchior.wardell) would not fuel it and simply dipped his head once to Scar. He would raise his palm up to others. “I wish you well. Gold and Steel.” he stated. He would turn and leave the court. A room in which he had dared to dream of unity. Dream of joint effort.
Perhaps there was some recognition in the words shared but it was too little too late for Crow.
He would take the coin once more – flip it – and made the choice to walk out.