The Quiet Ascendant
This blog once started with a post about my views on the caste and gorean roleplay. One of the first posts was about rank. This roleplay I didn’t want to post because it is too much praise and I am rather not the centre of anyones attention. But then a friend told me it was part of my story and should be posted. So here it goes – and it allows me to show my gratitude to those there in my roleplay story !
Thank you for all my friends there. K and Lyric for the pictures.
[2026/01/17 10:47] Sirius™ grins at his brother, “Tal, Killer. I am glad you made it.”
[2026/01/17 10:48] Şυтα ιиgℓєωσσđ would also Notice Master Crow and Lawan “greetings Master and Lawen, she would give the girl a wink “I was wondering when you was going to get here” she would say with a impish grin
[2026/01/17 10:48] Crow would brush some of the dust of his cloak and looks about himself. The amount of Crows was … hilarious – but surely such would not be shown on his features. “Ah … I see I come to a murder scene.” as the saying was more then one crow was a murder.
[2026/01/17 10:49] Al’Eru: His two uncles were here, neither of whom looked much alike, no matter how long he looked at them. “Tal Killer”
[2026/01/17 10:50] Sirius™ smirks to this, as he had captured each crow by hand and brought them here. He had high hopes that none would dive on them, and peck their eyes out. But rather bring out shiny and drop them in their laps. And high hopes none were shit on. “It is indeed, the scene of a murder. A murder of crows.. ” dun dun duuuun
[2026/01/17 10:52] Lawan decides it’s better to stay quiet and moves a little closer to A. Slowly, more and more people arrive. But her smile, her feigned innocence, greets each and every one of them.
[2026/01/17 10:52] Crow chuckles now. He would turn and dip his head to the other killers “Tal Killers. Girls.” he stated taking of his helmet and taking it under his arm.
[2026/01/17 10:52] Şυтα ιиgℓєωσσđ would notice more arrive “Greetings Masters and beauties”
[2026/01/17 10:54] KeDjA sneaks up behind Adira and hugs her from behind before whispering softly in her ear, ‘Long time no see, sister.’ One of the few people who get to enjoy this title is the blonde beauty who will always be Adira to Kedja. She kisses her on the cheek and releases her arms from around her body.
[2026/01/17 10:54] αяѕυѕ As always, his tarn throws him from the saddle, he rolls elegantly on the ground, stands up confident of victory, looks around as if nothing had happened. “Tal” was the only word he said.
[2026/01/17 10:56] αяѕυѕ “heel mine” was stated as he noted Kedja.
[2026/01/17 10:56] Lʏʀɪᴄ sticks close to her Master like glue at the large gathering. “Tal, Masters… tal, Slave Girls.”
[2026/01/17 10:57] Al’Eru: observed the arrival of more killers, waited a while until he sounded another “Tal Killers, slaves”
[2026/01/17 10:57] Sirius™ Obsidian should be here, but coming late.
[2026/01/17 10:58] Vesper would move into the circle of men and their beauties to see who was present and accounted for and who was likely still writing a speech or fixing to wear the right silk
[2026/01/17 10:59] Sadiyah || She drifted in the wake of others, the tiny bauble that dangled from Kage’s fingers as they entered into the gathering. Slithering through the crowd, she settles beside him, “Masters.” the polite cadence of that small word filtering from quiet lips, “Slave girls.” ||
[2026/01/17 11:00] Crow could tell that some had remembered some of his past. A purple camisk .. a bare chest .. and even his killcard of old. A silent reminder when he was the most shaggable of all. He simply dipped his head to new arrivals. Trying to keep an eye on all crows. You needed to be one to know them.
[2026/01/17 11:00] Snow wore his most spikiest outfit for the occasion, folding his hands before himself as he gave a small inclination of his head to those gathered, taking up position at the back of the group.
[2026/01/17 11:00] Şυтα ιиgℓєωσσđ would notice as more arrived, she would smile warmly at Kedja, it had been a long time since she had seen her she would then share that smile to all “Greetings Masters and Beauties” she would say with a bow of her head, her eyes cast down in a respect manner
[2026/01/17 11:00] Vesper looked down to Lyric, “There are many here today. Stay close…we’ll move to sit down now…others will be filtering in and we want to get out of the way.
[2026/01/17 11:01] Lʏʀɪᴄ : “Yes, my Master.”
[2026/01/17 11:01] KeDjA blinks for a moment before turning her head to get an overview of who is there. She winks at Crow and Sirius, then, at his command, scurries over to Arsus. ‘Tal Masters, Kajirae,’ she says in a soft voice, and finally stops to the left of her owner.
[2026/01/17 11:01] Sirius™ gestured with a sweeping hand toward the ceremonial area. He had wanted to build something that was liken to the Stand Towers of yesteryear. “Please find your seats, they’re not assigned. Where you sit, is up to you.( The chairs also have duo seating, for the girl to be at your feet)
[2026/01/17 11:02] Lʏʀɪᴄ :yelps as a crow pecks at her foot
[2026/01/17 11:02] Snow turned to head for the seating, leaving it to the slave to either keep up or be left in his rattling wake. So many spikes.
[2026/01/17 11:03] Serpent™ : Serpent stepped toward the circle with unhurried purpose, the helm tucked beneath his arm, its familiar weight a quiet constant. Black gathered around black, some faces known,.
He took his place among them without ceremony, posture relaxed, presence unmistakable. This was not his rite, not his claim. He was here to witness, to observe.
“Tal, killers,” he said evenly, voice low, carrying just far enough.
[2026/01/17 11:03] Kurotaka Shin’en taps keDJA head … ” wrong feet you at … “
[2026/01/17 11:04] Crow would place his helmet spear and shield to the side of the chair. Such was hardly comfortable and he considered the time he needed to sit and wait till this was over. In anything .. he felt completely out of place.
[2026/01/17 11:05] Lawan wasn’t afraid… but she did feel a little queasy. Somehow, it never ends. When everyone was there, she followed A and squeezed herself between the chairs. Finally, she sank to her knees in one fluid motion.
[2026/01/17 11:05] Snow furrowed his brow as the slave uncharacteristically wiggled. As she finally took up a proper kneeling position, his perturbed expression remained and he gave the smallest shake of his head, baffled for a moment before he turned his gaze back to the matter at hand. The rattling of the spikes, so many of them, really too many, finally stopped.
[2026/01/17 11:08] Şυтα ιиgℓєωσσđ with her owner finally arriving she would heel him as he took a chair, falling gracefully to her knees as she would remain poised and silent
[2026/01/17 11:08] Serpent™ : He shifted a step and took one of the seats within the circle, the helm resting against his leg as he settled, eyes forward, silent and observant.
[2026/01/17 11:09] Al’Eru: As so often, he was quiet and observant, looking at all the killers who had come and the slaves who had dressed up for the occasion. The trainee stood behind the chairs and was going to see such an event for the first time.
[2026/01/17 11:09] KeDjA After having to move the chairs around a little (thanks, Sirius *g*), she settles down on a small, low stool and begins to fiddle inconspicuously with Arsus’ trouser pocket until she catches one of the biscuits and pulls her hand out of the pocket again. She crumbles the biscuit in her hand and leaves a small trail of crumbs directly in front of her to attract the cheeky little crows that are scurrying around on the floor between the chairs.
[2026/01/17 11:09] Obsidian joined the gathering, his mind drifting back to so many years ago when he was called before such a group. With a deep breath, thankful for the years he had managed to survive, he looked around the room and offered respectful nods to those gathered. Then took a seat.
[2026/01/17 11:10] αяѕυѕ : Arsus, as if unaware of the importance of what is to come, settles comfortably into his chair. He nods to the others in greeting.
[2026/01/17 11:11] Crow would see Pariah and grinned. A dip os his head to him. A gesture of respect. There was much between them – but it needed so little words.
[2026/01/17 11:12] mai settles in on a small cushion to his right where she heels to him. A soft wriggle of her hips as she settles in letting that familiar purr drip from her lips. perched there at his side she did her best focus on the goings on ignoring all else in the moment. A shift of her head as she turns looking to out of the corner of her eye she fall silent as death not daring to speak
[2026/01/17 11:13] Sirius™ rose from his seat, and looked across the chamber. To every Killer, their slaves. Old Killers, and the new. Each were branches of the tree. ” Tal Killers, Trainee and slaves. I want to thank each and everyone one of you for attending today. (( I kind of went overboard on the crows, hence we are in the midst of a murder)). I have known this assassin since the beginning of my journey to the black. Which started in August 2014. Mind you, I knew this particular bird since 2011ish on someone else. The enigmatic Crow.”
[2026/01/17 11:13] Kurotaka Shin’en K settles into the seat without ceremony … letting the weight of the gathering speak for itself … eyes move slowly across the ring of killers and watchers … measuring history rather than faces … the presence of Crow hangs heavy … earned … unquestioned … proof that legend is not noise but consequence … His hand lifts absently … fingers finding Sadiyah’s hair with familiar ease … not only possession … recognition … he leans just enough for the words to reach only her … “This place remembers steel and silence … to stand within it is honor enough …” his gaze returns forward … steady … “Crow did not need praise … this gathering is his answer …”
[2026/01/17 11:13] Ƭʜᴇ Ṗᴀʀɪᴀʜ approached the location marked on the map delivered to him and then moved to take a seat in the gathering. Upon seeing so many familiar faces, he simply offered a single thump of his fist over his chest in acknowledgment to the silent greetings.
[2026/01/17 11:14] Sirius™ “Meeting this person, who role played circles around me, and all the while pulled you in and wrapped you with intrigue, mystique and falsehoods.. maybe some truth for fluff filler. I am sure you are all aware. AND to boot, he always was done up nice. Had his own groupie fan club and every slave girl wanted him as a master. Definitely kept you wanting for more. “
[2026/01/17 11:16] Vesper closed his eyes for a moment as he sat in the chair. He wasn’t sleeping, he was finely attuning, understanding the threads that connected each of the men to each other. In his mind’s eye, threads connected each to the other in overlapping ways. But there was a thick thread that held him tethered in this space, it was the first thread ever connecting him to the Black Caste and it led directly to Crow. He opened his eyes to look at his first Mentor and said, “You’re going to hate this… I hope you suffer through it well.”
[2026/01/17 11:17] Sirius™ “This character has played a killer for nearly two decades. In Second Life. I cant say with certainty that it didn’t begin before that in the chat groups. – I really should listen to them tell me these things!
The man trained under THE Solomon Voss, Serpent, Black Judas( even Scar). All legendary names. Names that in time, his would be forever associated with, in legacy.”
[2026/01/17 11:18] Sirius™ Vesper and Serpent have recently returned. With it, a return to the circle of lineage. Sol, Serpent, Crow, Vesper.. from the first of our kind in this digital world to now. A line unbroken. I came to know several of roleplays that joined the sims in stories and Lore.
I found out that Crow, while being a master assassin of cities, was never properly elevated to the rank. The truth of the matter.. Crow never sought glory for themselves. They had earned the Black Habiliments of the Black Caste, through the first training regimes. Which we all know, are tried , tested and true. He was granted the title of Killer. Assassin. The ONE title any of us need.
[2026/01/17 11:20] Obsidian listened to the tale of lore, knowing it well, and inclined his head in agreement.
[2026/01/17 11:21] Sirius™ So now his youngest brother, wants to dump a title on his head. Will it change him? No. He is still Killer. But will legacy remember? Doesnt matter, as the Killer title suffices. I am of his lineage. I am humbled and honored to be so.
[2026/01/17 11:21] Sirius™ What this honorific title implies, is that Crow has achieved the rank of Caste Master, per the Books.
“Candidates for the caste are chosen with great care, and only one in ten, it is said, completes the course of instruction to the satisfaction of the CASTE MASTERS.”
Beasts of Gor, Chapter 30
A historian of the Lore and Legacy. A teacher. A student. A leader. Works well with others. A Brother. A friend
[2026/01/17 11:27] Sirius™ moved to the side of his chair, and produced a scroll. Clearing his throat he read from its parchment:” Crow, Certified Master Assassin of Gor. The Black Caste Tented Compound does so recognize the time, contribution, and legacy in the nearly two decades you have been active. The BCTC hereby promotes Crow as Master Assassin and Caste Master of the Black Caste of Gor. Gold and Steel. ” he hands the scroll to Crow, ” I hereby promote you, with all our brethren supporting. Congratulations, Caste Master. “
[2026/01/17 11:30] Snow prepares for his throat singing solo,.
[2026/01/17 11:30] Obsidian Thumped his right hand to his chest over his heart as he looked toward Crow and spoke out, saying, ‘Hail Crow, Master Assassin of the Caste. Well deserved. Glory to the Black Caste.’
[2026/01/17 11:30] Crow would look to his brother. His eyes piercing through his in perhaps this idle attempt to torture him by placing him in the centre of attention. He would take the scroll without truly studying it. As if he rather wish to vanish with it and be done. “Thank you, Killer.” he stated – and as ever his voice betrayed nothing of his inner turmoil or feelings. It wasn’t void of anything. But it was as ever unreadable.
[2026/01/17 11:31] Serpent™ : Serpent inclined his head toward Crow, the gesture brief but precise. “Well earned,” he said evenly. “You’ve carried the weight long before the title found you. May the Black remain sharp under your hand. Gold and Steel.”
[2026/01/17 11:32] Snow thumped his hand against his chest in applause, though otherwise remaining still as the well-earned honor was given. It had been earned many times over. There was a gleam of pride in his eyes as he watched, the corners of his lips curling. “Well done, Killer!”
[2026/01/17 11:32] Kurotaka Shin’en K inclines his head in solemn measure… eyes steady… voice low and controlled…
“By Gold and Steel… the Black is strengthened today… I acknowledge the honor… and the weight that follows it… May your blade remain true… Caste Master.”
[2026/01/17 11:32] Sirius™ reached forward his hand holding a black sash. He offered it to Crow with both hands. “Now let the man be identified, with the sash of his station. “Should he take the sash proffered, Sirius would grasp the man’s shoulder and give it a hard squeeze, then clapped him twice in the same space. ” I hope Crow has something prepared to say to us all. Then I open the floor for others to speak. “
[2026/01/17 11:33] Ƭʜᴇ Ṗᴀʀɪᴀʜ listened to the words spoken, the tales told, and the words presented to promote Crow. “About time.” He said calmly, unsure why it took this long to recognize the man. Still it was a thing the old grumpy sleen needed to witness.
[2026/01/17 11:34] Crow would take off the sash of the captain he owned from 2009 and would move the sash to his upper arm.
[2026/01/17 11:35] αяѕυѕ : remembered the first time he met Crow, returning from a long journey. Much time had passed since then, and their paths had crossed many times. Arsus was never one for many words, so he simply said, “Hail, Crow, you have more than earned it.” He bowed his head as a sign of respect.
[2026/01/17 11:35] Crow never enjoyed being the center of attention. Perhaps it was one of his better traits; it allowed him to fade into the background, positioned near the fire but always as a supporting player, never the lead. This anonymity had served him well, allowing him to eliminate high officials in crowded cities. He had once even dispatched a thief in a packed square in Treve, while every warrior was preoccupied with protecting the Ubar and Ubara. He carried the scars to prove it—reminders of the day, though none had been lethal.
But now, he was the focus of every gaze. He felt their eyes upon him, and he knew they were reflecting on their own histories with him. Some memories were likely fond; others, undoubtedly bitter. He had never sought to be everyone’s friend. He had simply walked a path he believed had purpose: maintaining order in a world defined by chaos.
“I stand before you all humbled,” he began. “This is not a position I sought out of want or desire. In truth, I would rather be where you are now. But I understand that worth is often in the eye of the beholder. It is not my place to choose my own rank—though I know many have tried to do so. Perhaps this rank simply signals to others that I have a story worth hearing, or at least the knowledge of how to stay alive this long.”
As he stood there, every item he wore carried a weight of meaning. He was not a sentimental man, but his gear told his story: the young tarnsman, recruited and trained; the man who had tasted loss and gained wisdom traveling the wilds of Gor. He had remained curious, learning from those who taught him well—a man who appreciated beauty, yet remained ruthless, cunning, and precise when his craft demanded it.
“I accept this rank with humility,” he said, his voice steady. “The true gift was knowing you believed I held this rank long before it was formally given. I hope that teaches those who follow us that there is beauty—and power—in patience.”
Crow would stop hold pause in the way he could. He was a Koskinen. A snake that could warm itself in the sun, lazy and seemingly not paying attention. Of course such was only a ruse. The truth was much different. “Here I want to thank many that allowed me to be here. Some of them not here in the flesh. For instance Taog who has been a mayor influence in the way I portray myself. The storyteller.” he would turn to Serpent. “Serpent … a vast force for the true beginning. When he was a warrior in the city of Laura.” his eyes would rest upon him. The flikker of past upon them before he would cut the gaze to the center of the room. “Arsus, Snow and many others. But not only my mentors have made me the man I am today. So there were those I trained and while doing so. They mastered myself as it were. But all – do not underestimate the power and lessons of the girls here today. They too brought me much of my wisdom. Thank you all”
[2026/01/17 11:41] Sirius™ rose once again, and thumped his shoulder, “Glory to the Black Caste! Hail, Crow! The floor is now open to those wishing to speak. “
[2026/01/17 11:42] Snow lifted his hand into the air, indicating that he had something to say when the time came that there was a lull long enough.
[2026/01/17 11:44] Serpent™ remained seated as the sash was passed and Crow spoke. He did not shift, did not interrupt, did not add to the weight of the moment. His eyes followed the exchange in silence.
When the sash was lifted, his gaze lingered a fraction longer. He recognized the stitching, the balance of it, the small dagger worked into the fabric, the small dagger created at the forge by his own hands. Not ornament. Not sentiment. A reminder. Steel, even when worn. If a man were to earn the title, the least he could do was put in the effort to recognise it.
When Crow’s gaze found him and his name was spoken, there was no visible reaction at first. Only the faintest rise of one eyebrow, a flicker of memory passing and gone just as quickly. Laura was long buried. Warriors even more so.
At the mention of mentors, of those trained, of lessons learned from unexpected places, Serpent inclined his head once, slow and deliberate.
[2026/01/17 11:47] Ƭʜᴇ Ṗᴀʀɪᴀʜ had little more to actually say than his previous words. Those two words were enough for him, even if not everyone who heard them understood why he said them. The silence was a constant ally, and very few words were needed between himself and Crow. The man knew enough about his ways. Once the floor was given over to another to speak, Pariah’s eyes turned to acknowledge the one who would break the silence.
[2026/01/17 11:48] Snow rose to his feet from where he sat. He lowered a hand to the girl who sat beside him, passing over the parcel he had been carrying, wrapped in black silk. He spoke in those low tones, his voice resonant but never rising. “We entered training together. And by the will of the gods, you survived. To this day, I recall the killing blow. A blow well-dealt. The first of many. You do honor to the caste. You lead by example, not by words. I find myself often humbled by your wisdom, and for this, and for the many years of brotherhood, by blood of both line and that has been spilt together, you have my gratitude and my loyalty.” With that he gestured for Mai to take the wrapped weaponed over to her, though she would not know what it was she carried, for such was not the usual manner of things.
[2026/01/17 11:52] mai sees his motion and would unfurl her frame quietly. Bearing the weight of the silk glad thing she tenses her muscles to carry it only making her move slower and move intently as she moves across the floor weaving to and fro around the crows she arrives just before him. Folding neatly before him she positions the silk clad, thing and raises it up in small flat palms her head lowered and her gaze lower remaining there before him in silence
[2026/01/17 11:52] Sirius™ Vesper, then Obsidian, and Arsus please, when done, please indicate so.
[2026/01/17 11:52] Snow took his seat once more, inclining his head, finished with his words. He was, it seemed, sparing them all the throat singing.
[2026/01/17 11:53] Crow would rest his eyes upon Snow. There was a lifetime between them. The training, The brotherhood, the fights over slaves, the mischief during training, even the breaking of one of the rules. So much was passing by and yet – firm they stood still here. As the girl approached and his eyes as ever would travel over her with appraisal he would take the wrapping and receiving the beautiful adorned Masahiro katana. He knew the significance of it. The code that was written in the fac they were two. “Thank you.” he offered his brother
[2026/01/17 11:55] Vesper had been silent for much of the time, it was by design, he watched and listened to others, felt the weight of history in the room, and had sat at the table of the man that they honored enough to know when to speak and when to listen. So, because he was an Assassin and not a Clansman, he did not wish to torture the man more than necessary, and so he would say this only once and let it never be said again.
“Before titles were spoken, before authority was recognized, before any blade was ever raised in his name, Crow was already teaching us how to see. Not how to strike, not how to threaten, not how to be feared, but how to perceive the currents that move beneath a city’s stones and through the hearts of men. He taught by withholding answers until understanding was earned. He taught by hunger, by silence, by discomfort, and by forcing us to confront the quiet debts we incur when we mistake kindness for safety. He showed us that sight lies easily, that habit dulls judgment, and that the most dangerous leverage is not a blade at the throat but a hand extended without cost being named. Long before this elevation, Crow was already doing the work of a Master, shaping men who think before they act and who understand consequence before inevitability.”
“Today we do not elevate Crow because he seeks command, for he never has. We elevate him because he sharpens others without needing to stand above them, because he welcomes correction as readily as he gives it, and because he understands that the Black Caste survives not through spectacle but through discipline, restraint, and clarity of purpose. He reminds us that vulnerabilities must be guarded, that power is most effective when unseen, and that continuity is preserved not by constant action but by knowing when inaction is the harder choice. In naming him Master Assassin and Caste Master, we are not granting him authority he did not already wield. We are acknowledging what has long been true. That the Caste is stronger where he stands, clearer where he teaches, and more honest where his voice is heard. Gold and Steel…. Mentor. You have ripped the bandaid off and allowed us to force you into the spotlight for today, now that it is done, you can move into the shadows again.” (Done)
[2026/01/17 11:57] mai feels the man take whatever it was she lowers her arms waiting till he would again take his seat before she would again rise to her full height and return to her Masters side. Once there she perches
atop the cushion once more not daring to speak in this moment and only obey.
[2026/01/17 11:59] Obsidian looked to Crow as he rose from his seat. His voice measured, calm, almost hushed. He would be a man of few words on this occasion with so many present. ‘You have always been steady, Crow. From the time of my own training, I have known of you and held you in respect. The title thrust upon you today is one that, candidly, I always thought you had been granted or should have been granted. So to be here today to help honor the formality of what should have been many years ago, I am humbled and honored. I wish for you long life and successful contracts. We are a stronger caste because of the likes of you, Crow.’ He then bowed his head toward the man,one final show of respect before sitting down again. (done)
[2026/01/17 12:00] Tayir was quiet, just watching from her master’s side. Not a place for her to speak but she was present and observant.
[2026/01/17 12:01] Crow would incline his head towards Obs. It was meaningful when men as him spoke these words of praise. Truthfully – Crow had less adrenaline for a kill then for this gathering in which all eyes seemed to be upon him.
[2026/01/17 12:02] Al’Eru: This dignified silence was broken by words from killers who had shared a path with Crow. The solemnity of the moment made his words sound firm. It was time to honor a killer who had rendered great service to the caste and always remained modest in his own way. “Killer, my congratulations. You deserve it.” There were few words, but every single one was meant exactly as he said it. Honest, sincere, and with respect for achievement, patience, and humility.
[2026/01/17 12:02] αяѕυѕ : “Today we have elevated a man who did not seek it. A man who values caste more than titles. A man who is a master of his craft.” Arsus stood up and fumbled something out of his pocket. It was rolled up and wrapped in a black cloth. Arsus knew how serious this meeting was, but Arsus wouldn’t be Arsus if he didn’t bring a smile to Crow’s face, even if it wasn’t visible. Arsus would walk toward Crow slowly, and when he reached him, he would wait for Crow to stand up.
[2026/01/17 12:04] Crow would watch as Arsus approached. A brow arched as if in question. For some in this gathering it was perhaps clear that Crow didn’t trust Arsus when it came to these social matters. Crow had pulled enough pranks with Arsus to consider one back from him. So when he showed the small wrapped cloth he expected almost anything ? A spider ? An other object that would test his resolve ?!
[2026/01/17 12:06] αяѕυѕ : Their eyes might meet, he would lean forward and, with a quiet, inner smile, hand him the cloth with the something inside. Quietly, he would say, “I saved it for this moment. It may be cut up, but it will always remind you, perhaps with a smile.” And so he handed him a belt, a cut-up belt. For many, this belt might mean nothing, but for Crow, perhaps it did. Arsus didn’t know.
[2026/01/17 12:08] Crow would take the cut up belt and for a moment – even if it was brief – the corner of his lips moved up in to what seemed to be pained smile. The belt of course a beginning of a deep understanding and dare he say friendship. It was meaningful and yet also with the knowledge that even in the caste of assassins, amusement, humor and jests could be found. “Thank you, Killer.” he stated. It was said with great respect and sincere gratitude.
[2026/01/17 12:10] αяѕυѕ nodded, turned around, and sat back down in his chair. (done)
[2026/01/17 12:13] Sirius™ “Is there anyone else wanting to speak?”
[2026/01/17 12:16] Crow would almost give a warning glance … there was already enough praise to last him a life. “Good none … let us drink and eat before we resume to business.”
[2026/01/17 12:16] Vesper (razius): “Have we not already tortured him enough Sirius?”
[2026/01/17 12:16] Sirius™ “If the Killers are willing, let us feast.. The girls I am sure are just…itching.. to be of service. I of course will stare at my portion.”
[2026/01/17 12:16] KeDjA While Sirius spoke, she managed to remain calmly kneeling. A remarkable achievement, considering how many temptations lay before and beside her. And for once, that didn’t mean the men. When Sirius had finished his speech, she turned her gaze to Crow, and a smile flitted across her lips as Crow accepted the scroll, looking wonderfully cool – almost disinterested. Exclamations, congratulations and expressions of admiration rang out from the men present. She watches Crow change his sash, and her smile widens as she listens to his words. She can understand that he can even get an Ubara into bed with just his words. There aren’t many men who can use such words – and if there are, they seem to be found mainly in this caste. When his words end and most of the men have addressed their words, memories and wishes to Crow, and Arsus has presented him with the cut-up belt – malicious tongues might claim that Arsus’ business is bad, which is why a piece of destroyed leather had to suffice as a gift – her voice also sounds out in a low tone: “Congratulations, Master Master Assassin.” It doesn’t matter if anyone hears her, Crow is sure to hear this title – this tiny play on words – from her mouth more often now, and she is already secretly delighted about it.
[2026/01/17 12:19] Vesper : ”As you all know, the feast was created through lots of effort all week long in multiple Home Stones and with multiple merchants. We honor Crow, as is fitting for the man… by living the experience. When you eat, know that it was gathered through your connection with each other and the way that you worked together as Caste Members and slaves to create community. It is in that spirit that we honor Crow with what he taught us by example.”
Crows Murder 
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