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Love a caste secret ?

Posted in Black Caste, Mastery on August 2, 2010 by crow1971

[2010/07/30 16:31] Sparrow flashed a dark gaze at him and complied. Her voice trembling she mused “It is said that once a slave had a contract put over her head, it is said that she was hunted and that she was killed my Master. But your current conversation seems to indicate that this never should happen so, sparrow ponders what of the legend of a slave who once was hunted for, perhaps, gold…or else.”

[2010/07/30 16:33] Crow frowns “A slave could very well be a mark, we were merely discussing those that can’t be a client mine.” he replied dryly. “However understand that in our caste there is something else … those that might have been witnesses to an event might very well be hunted for just to be sure they are silenced. Slaves that once were owned by a killer can be slain to keep the secrets in the caste. However only if there is indeed that exposure to those to begin with.”

[2010/07/30 16:35] Dark listens to Crows words and then gives a short glance to the confused slave.

[2010/07/30 16:35] Sparrow grinned, oh, how she was pleased by this answer, how much he had unfolded then, much of what she had been after for so long and thought she would never hear, smiling she replied “So, a slave would not be a mark because she would love too much my Master?” she asked almost quietly

[2010/07/30 16:35] Arcadia shifts uncomfortably on her heels as the talk turns to slaves of Killers being slain for their knowledge, she arched her back and attempted to look her most pleasing that she not be disposed of in such a manner

[2010/07/30 16:37] Crow turns more fully towards her “When the love would harm her owner she might be killed … however …” and now he grins knowing full well what she was getting at “Most killers are beaten if they show affection to a slave or any woman. They are considered weak to the flesh.” he narrows his eyes “It takes strong killers to keep their emotions as to love or commitment as their own silence secret.”

[2010/07/30 16:38] Sparrow blushed at his last words and she looked down, ashamed…how could she still think of revenge when he was telling her such words. Coyly and timidly, after nodding to him, she whispered “Master, may a slave retire?”

[2010/07/30 16:39] Crow chuckles darkly “Let me create a scene and you, three, tell me if this slave needs to be killed or not … ?” he watched them in turn “Agreed ?”

[2010/07/30 16:39] Arcadia nods fervently eager to be seen as a good girl “yes Master”

[2010/07/30 16:39] Crow turns to his girl again “You may … or after the answer … that will be up to you.”

[2010/07/30 16:40] Sparrow nodded and did not move yet.

[2010/07/30 16:40] Dark nods ,,waiting for what scene would be done.

[2010/07/30 16:43] Crow starts the scene “There is this killer and a slave, they both have their secret of love and true devotion to each other. However none knows but those two. He expressed his love and she did too. The killer of course understands that his job often brings him in great danger. He has been trained, qualified and had once been given the choice to do so. The slave however had to comply, just be in this helplessness of being owned by one that faced death every time he would go to do his job. The love of the slave … made her more aware of each time he left and she tried to … look out for him, just because of selfish reasons as not wanting him to find his death. This time the Killer had taken her to a city, he was on the hunt and the girl being close to him had understand who it might be … clearly in their connection much was to be learned. She was of course sent away when he would go to that final stage … however wanted to be sure that her owner would be alive. She sneaked back into the city wanting to prevent guards of walking into the scene … and be sure that her owner would do his kill with less of the risks he normally would have. However … the guard were alert by this girl and took her captive. When the alarm bells were ringing it was clear that the killer had done his job and had killed the mark.” he now paused “tell me … what will the killer do when he learns his girl is captive ?”

[2010/07/30 16:48] Dark answers ” Leave her to her own fate,,for the codes come first.”

[2010/07/30 16:48] Arcadia shrugs and says quietly “I would say buy a new girl Master ?”

[2010/07/30 16:49] Sparrow felt water come to her eyes, however she did not allow a tear to be shed. She straightened herself up. She knew the answer, she had always know better than to follow him secretly. The others answered, she finally whispered ” she will be slain” and looked down.

[2010/07/30 16:50] Crow nodded to his own girl “The life of the killer depends on the death of the girl, the one that was aware of his reasons, his hunt and even his mark. She needs to be killed before she can be tortured and forced to expose secrets. If the killer fails …. he will face death if not by the guards by his own caste brothers.”

[2010/07/30 16:51] Crow looks at the two girls “Therefor it is important that slaves are kept ignorant … no killer wishes his life to depend on that … ”

[2010/07/30 16:51] Dark nods as he hears wisdom and keeps it.

[2010/07/30 16:52] Sparrow kept her head down, what he had just told she knew very well, she had several times been warned clearly of what would occur. Also, and that others might not know, it was very likely that her very life had just then depended on a good and correct answer.

[2010/07/30 16:52] Crow reached out lifted the chin of his own girl and brushed his thumb over her lips “Get some rest mine.” he tells her

[2010/07/30 16:53] Arcadia absorbs Crow’s words and exhales slowly, her eyes cast to the floor she lifts them as he speaks again and nods “I understand Master, it keeps both parties safe ….” her words tail off as she not for the first time considers the perils of being owned by the darkest caste

[2010/07/30 16:54] Crow turns to Arcadia “Aye … it isn’t to pester or that we don’t value the slaves to what they are … ” he glanced to the lad, perhaps this was rather odd for a killer to say “slaves of assassins are often trained in many different fields often envied however never will others know of their burden simply because they bring the promise of spring to a killer.”

[2010/07/30 16:54] Sparrow looked up at him, what could read in her eyes, her warm gaze, only he could decipher. She shivered when he brushed his thumb against her lips and mused “Thank you my Master. I shall warm your furs and await you at the feet of it” on that she rose.

[2010/07/30 16:55] Crow nods to his girl “Aye warm them, mine … I will need them soon.”

[2010/07/30 16:56] Sparrow looked at the candidate and said to him “Rest well Master” then she walked near arcadia and leaned over kissing her tenderly, she liked her very much “Rest well beautiful arcadia, my chain friend” she whispered to her. Then she walked off, slowly, her head full of things to consider, and reconsider…sparrow was always invaded by thoughts.

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How one becomes a killer

Posted in Black Caste, Mastery on July 26, 2010 by crow1971

[15:06] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell kept his hand there and faced her “What is wrong with you … Sparrow … ” he hissed loosing his patience with her.

[15:08] camille Cannnedcamille Cannned straightened herself and asked him, tears in er eyes “You think there is something wrong my Master? but when I loose my edge and beccome smooth and loving you also think there is something wrong with me. It is difficult to please a man such as you and to do so knowing my life is always at stake, always. You think I am not scared to lose my life my Master?”

[15:10] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell narrows his eyes “When you hold back, when you don’t show me your thoughts that what you are, wish, crave for that is when things are wrong. Not how you serve or if you succeed to keep that plastered smile when others are about … So .. let me be very blunt.” he said to her knowing they were alone. “I took you as mine … not to change you for what you are … since I know what you are … be you … not the puppet you think I want to own.”

[15:12] camille Cannnedcamille Cannned grinned and having listened carefuly to each of his words she asked “Do you expect any less than what I do when I serve you, and your guests my Master?” it was a venimous question as she knew he expected no less.

[15:14] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell looks at her “The truth is that you think to have figured me out, while I doubt that to be possible.” he replied dryly “However I can read you … perfection … I am not one that demands it however I do wish to see effort, a girl that feels pride in being owned … understands that she can feel special in the collar and yet remains humble in it.”

[15:15] camille Cannnedcamille Cannned looked down and her voice came out weakly, in a murmur when she said “But how do you fail to see that I am very humble, my Master?” that was saddening her so much, hurting her so deeply.

[15:17] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell looks at her “There you go wrong again … have I said so ?” he asks her “I ask you to tell me what is on your mind and you don’t speak of it.” he lifted his hand turned his face from her. “Perhaps you should ask yourself the value of the colour I snapped around your neck, not its weight in gold … but there mere thought that it was my hand, my steel and my key.”

[15:21] camille Cannnedcamille Cannned looked up at him and very genty she touched the collar, brushing her fingers lightly over it, lovingly “This gold is worth much, although its value in money is insignificant” then her hand descended towards his which it encircled tenderly yet firmly “This hand kills, often, it hits its slave too often, but this hand is a hand of love, that of a slave girl for her Master” she paused and releasing his hand moved her own up to his chest and pressed it there “This heart, that of a man who perhaps finds.. comfort in knowing that his slave girl would have perished, unable to mourn his death, if he had nor returned…and sought her” she stopped and took her hand back to her thigh and was quiet.

[15:24] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell looks back at her “I sold you prior Sparrow … I sold you to a man I thought worthy and capable of teaching you. I even saw that flicker in his eyes when he questioned to purshase you from me. That was not of a killer that was left cold.” he tells her. “When I died … I died with no slaves on my chain, no woman in my care. I was alone, regardless of what is said.”

[15:26] camille Cannnedcamille Cannned smiled softly at him and mused “My Master, sparrow knows this. You sold her to save her life, otherwise you would have killed sparrow, is not that true my Master?” perhaps he had never realised that she in fact knew him perhaps a little bit better than he thought.

[15:28] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell chuckles “No .. I wouldn’t have killed you … ” he replied truthfully. “How odd it might sound … although killing is something perhaps seems easy for a man in my trade it never is.” he tells her “To kill a life seems to kill a piece of yourself too. IF a slave is indeed terrible , unfit … or in the way I might end her life by my hands or dagger but not one that served my every need.” he tipped her nose “Perhaps I should tell you why I ever became a killer hmm.”

[15:29] camille Cannnedcamille Cannned felt her eyes widen when he suggested that “oh please my Master, tell me why” in truth that question had tormented her for a very long time but she had never dared asking it.

[15:32] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell nodded slowly. He gave her the vessel which still held some of the milk to her “Drink.” he tells her while he settles more into the pillow. “I was born in Ar, my father was of the red caste … served a long time there and I as a young man followed in his footsteps. I was quite gifted as a tarnsman, however because of my ..” he chuckles “charm … I was made captain of the guard … dealing with visitors and using my skill to determine if people had ill intent or not.” he sighs “Ar was glorious those days … many visited and at times when the Ubar wished to claim a piece of land … we did as we were told.” he looks at her “We followed blindly.”

[15:34] camille Cannnedcamille Cannned took the vessel from his hand delicately and drunk the milk, not interrupting him, she settled more casually on her knees feeling like a little girl to whom a story was being told. she put her chin in her hand and her elbow on her knee and drunk his words, somehow she had gathered some of this, afterall, had she not, risking her life much, researched traces, proof of his existence in Ar? but he did not know that.

[15:36] camille Cannnedcamille Cannned met his gaze and nodded to him, her eyes pressing him to continue.

[15:38] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell continues “I was companioned and I had been lucky since my position granted me atleast a choice, with a kind and loving woman. She was a true freewoman, knew her place and understood te importance of a good household to run. She gave me four children, of which one you know is Rose.” his eyes seemed to hold shadows of past memories while he proceeds his story “One day there was this odd fellow at the gates, demanded to see me … talking about Kurri and Priest Kings and of an upcoming war.” he looks at her “I took him serious … something told me that there was truth in his story eventhough it seemed so out of place at the time. I informed the Ubar ..asked for stronger guards and a more thight regime afterall none of us had seen a Kurr but all knew what they were capable off. He laughed at me, felt I was silly and even started a war in a small piece of land that he wished to gain. Which meant that the city itself lost several good men that could fight a strong battle.”

[15:42] camille Cannnedcamille Cannned nodded and felt much intrigued by the part about kurri and priest kings and a war, what war she pondered. sparrow was only a slave and there were things that she had been kept away from knowing. Of course now she would want to know more and for her that meant to take risks “Carry on, pleasse” she murmured to encourage him.

[15:45] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell sighs now coming to the most difficult part. “That aweful day … I by accident had spent most of my hours in the lower parts of the cilinders, isolated to work on that what I was given as paperwork. I had been working long hours untill suddenly someone had entered and felt to the floor. Within that moment of seeing it one of my house slaves … I understood something terrible was wrong. However the slave died there without a word that could cross her … she was thorn to pieces. I rushed to my home, the city seemed to be a complete mess. People injured, running to find shelter however when I arrived nothing showed to me what it might have been. I of course went straight for my home, finding a battle field and my companion loosing so much blood that in one look I could see she wouldn’t make it. I held her when she breathed out that last breath. Seeing her injuries I knew it must have been a large beast that just for the fun of it had seemed to have bitten of pieces of her.” he swallowed.

[15:49] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell shook his head slightly “bodies were so thorn … but no one was alive … I couldn’t even see who was what, which would explain why I thought Rose dead too. I just figured none had made it out alive. The Ubar returned of his pathetic quest … victorious as ever … showing nothing of remorse for leaving his city that weak for such an attack of what I learned to be Kurr. I felt betrayed in my loyality to my homestone, the caste I served. It was than that I met a man that called himself Krip. He spoke to me about what had happend, saw perhaps something in me that he needed to have in his pupil. I never could live as an outlaw … however I couldn’t ever swear to a homestone or serve my caste again. ‘

[15:49] camille Cannnedcamille Cannned cringed and felt tears forming into her eyes, how painful this sounded and how helpless he must have felt. She had felt this helpless when she had been told he was dead. She felt his pain melting with her in her mind, it was a rather strange feeling. Her voice torn and husky she begged “Please, carry on my Master” although she knew it would be hard for him to continue, but he was strong and thorough.

[15:51] camille Cannnedcamille Cannned nodded to him and mused “So, you were selected my Master?”

[15:52] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell looks at her “He told me there was a way to continue to live in some kind of honour, be the man I was by serving in what he called the surgeon of Gorean society.” he nodded to her question. “He recruited me … trained me … and called me Crow.”

[15:53] camille Cannnedcamille Cannned nodded once again, then she hesitated and stuttered “and…the…the children?”

[15:56] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell looks at her “I thought them dead by the attack. I doubt I could have ever committed if I had known them to be alive and in need of their father. It seems now that my companion had asked her sister to take care of my youngest Rose …. Rose wasn’t in the house than … however all my others … they didn’t make it out alive nor did those that I considered my parents. I later learned that my true father was a different man but that is a completely different story.” he runs his hand through his hair “Perhaps I am different than others as my drive never has been gold but perhaps this hidden vengeance on what foreign creatures did to my life and that of those I once loved and cared for.” he didn’t speak of the reasons of his return as it had been pretty much this reason too.

[15:59] camille Cannnedcamille Cannned shivered as he passed his hand through her hair, she whispered “I now feel truely humble my Master. You touch me and yet, now, I feel like a very little, insignificant accident in your life. Why do you keep me my Master?”

[16:00] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell chuckles softly tipping her nose “Because you bring the promise of spring, Sparrow … Remember the name I gave you once … it all holds it … You are the one that shows me there is still warmth in a heart that once turned cold.”

[16:01] camille Cannnedcamille Cannned beamed, blushed and felt a whole palet of feelings cross her at once “Ido this my Master? to you? I warm your killer’s heart? your wounded heart?” she asked in disbelief.

[16:02] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell pulled her closer pressing his lips violent upon hers “Yes … as long as I wish it .. and your able to keep me satisfied.”

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To test a disguise

Posted in Black Caste on July 25, 2010 by crow1971

[06:46] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell frowns, wondering if he in this disguise of an old man, still could have the strenght to lift her up. The question would be a hard to answer since he wondered if even strong men that were half the age he pretended to have would be able. When the girl seems to be fine he nods slowly “Good girl … and oh … they have slaves that are noticed for even my old age.” he licked his lips, but quickly remembered that the glue that would keep his beard attached couldn’t have to much wetness. He reached with his hand and hoped it would look as if he was stroking his beard while he checked if it was still secure. “Can you show us a place to have a drink, pretty thing ?” he asks keeping he voice of one that properly had never heard of the stabilization serum on Gor.

[06:49] Eveline AshbourneEveline Ashbourne remains within a hare’s breath of his boot… just in case ne needed her. She looked up at Him and saw His hand reach for His beard… she holds her breath for a moment and looks up at Master to her left..”greetings Master.”she whispers

[06:50] dana Tehanidana Tehani well okay so he was old.. but lina liked the Man, least he knew beauty when he saw it.. So she batted her lashes at Him… making sure she looked as pretty as possible now, lina was a sucker for compliments and didnt care where they came from.. old young even senile men.. didnt care so long she got them and always fished for more.. “at least he got his vision” she told herself in a really low voice, then directing a sweet smile to Him “Yes Master!” she said eagerly.. “please do follow me” she said turning around, right at this point her huge ass would be revealed.. It was big, and probably weighed as much as a normal girl.. At least when she danced the fat shook all alone and she had to make little movements.. Lina walked up the stairs and bet the man was enjoying her backside view

[06:51] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell followed again making sure not to follow to quickly … he needed to look old and this far he seemed to do well in his disguise.

[06:53] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell grins “Well lassie you know your pace …”he says as if he was barely able to keep up with her. His eyes travel over her form and again there seemed to be that small grin on his features. OF course it was one of small victory … however she would clearly be able to read something else in it “Can you get me some milk deary ?” he asks Dana. He tipped his head towards the other girl “She isn’t familair here I fear.”

[06:55] dana Tehanidana Tehani grins a little.. She could see his desire for lina.. poor senile man, who could blame Him.. lina was such a hottie and sought after by everyone.. she turned around and wiggled her butt a lil, the fat swayed around and jiggled.. pursing her lips at Him.. Yeah so he was old, but so what, lina loved being made feel beautiful and wanted.. “Ofcourse Master” she said in such a cute lil tone, well sort of. She made her way to the counter and grabbed a goblet with her fat fingers, nothing could escape them.. grinning a lil and makes her way slowly to the cold room she opened it and poured the milk in the vessel..

[06:56] Eveline AshbourneEveline Ashbourne smiled at the girl and bites her lip hiding back behind His cloak again… she looked around as if she never had been here althought that was not the truth.. she glances back to the girl and smiles again.. her hand sneaks around His leg and rubs her cheek against it….

[06:57] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell nodded while he waved his hand to Eve “Lass … find us a seat hmm.” he tells her .. trying again not to give it that authority he normally held in his voice. Oh … it was far more hard to be all nice and old than he thought. Something about the business he was in, he wouldn’t ever get to that age … perhaps not that bad at all.

[06:59] dana Tehanidana Tehani gave the girl a look as she returned.. Lina aint no friendly girl and she disliked her already. Afterall, she dared laugh at poor injured lina when she fell.. her look changing quickly as she looked to the Man who was giving lina compliments and made her way to Him, actinglike the best kajira of Gor now, she wanted to fish out more compliments and walked to Him.. she descended to her knees, okay it took her quite a while and the milk did threaten to spill.. but lina was so sure He loved her beauty and charms and felt confident, finally she offered up the milk with fat arms ” Your milk Master” she said.. “For your pleasure” adding cuz she is a good slave and the likes

[07:00] Eveline AshbourneEveline Ashbourne saw his gesture and jumps up trying to find a good spot for Him….”yes my Master..” she speaks a bit harder so that it would seem that he had troubles hearing too..finds a good spot and waves her small hand..”over ehre my Maste!..”.. fiding a seat wit a wall behind His back

[07:01] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell smiles down and that was perhaps one of the most painful experiences. Not only he had to move muscles that were hardly used but the glue that kept the beard in place seemed to pull skin together that he never knew exsisted. “Ah pretty thing … can you bring it to the table … and give it that marvelous ritual of offering … you know ..” he paused “traveling the bowl over your beautiful body … pressing it to the heart and kiss it before offering and all ?” he started to walk slowly to the place Eve seemed to appoint to him.

[07:03] dana Tehanidana Tehani grinned happily hearing Him call her beautiful.. Old but wise indeed, she told herself and called out cheerfully “Ofcourse Master!” she said and rises to her feet with some difficulty, a bit of the milk spilling on her large boob without her noticing, she made her way to the seat.. very slowly.. slower than an old man but she figured she was fast since she made it before him, she was even so pleased with her speed that her eyes twinkled. Bet the man will see how he could never keep up with lina

[07:06] dana Tehanidana Tehani so now that he was seated, lina slid up the cup across her curves.. Freaking long journey thats what it was.. taking her sweet ass time before it reaches her big lips and kisses the side then stretches her arms to Him “Your drink Master!” she said, with so much pride in her voice like she just pulled off the best serve ever, adding “Speed of light seductive serve for You” for a good measure

[07:07] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell sits himself down, faking small sounds of discomfort. It would be something if one could make noise of bones that didn’t wish to cooperate, but he had no clue how he could pull that off. He turns to Dana and he was quite victorious that even she didn’t seem to recognize him. He grins while he tried to keep the wig and beard in place with a casual wave of his hand. “Deary … your name must be one of beauty and grace hmm… ” he states as to invite her to give her name “Sunflower … or … Rose or Iris ?” he guesses. When she offers the bowl he chuckles being the more kind and old bastard. “Oh I am pretty sure that this will be the best I ever had.”

[07:09] dana Tehanidana Tehani beamed so happily, lina believing any compliment she gets.. Realistic, unrealistic.. making sense or doesnt.. she believed it all.. And so she did with the old man she didnt recognize, she really didnt even realize lina knew him but she was so busy swimming in compliments now.. “Yes Master! it is!” she said proudly, obviously lina enjoying His words, blushing a bit and replied “my name is lina Master” she whispered, her eyes twinkling.. her grin so big now that it was too hard not to notice her happiness or the fact she wasnt always complimented so took in anything she could

[07:10] Eveline AshbourneEveline Ashbourne grinned and hid behind Him for a moment to straighten her face again.. she crawled a bit closer to Him and placed her hand on His leg… she looks at the girl and gives her a warm smile as she serves Him…She heard Him speak and giggles as she girl answers so.. happy and sparkling…

[07:12] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell nodded “Lina … surely a name of a princess … I would reckon.” he understood that he needed to do more to see if he could uphold that disguise he held. “Tell me pretty lina … you must be really important here.”

[07:13] dana Tehanidana Tehani eyes widen hearing the Man, she gasped.. “You are wise!” she said to Him “And.. yes yes I am!” she added, her eyes sparkling merrily she could hardly believe the words he was saying, she had always strived to hear them but the men here would never admit this “I’m elder city slave” lina said while she put her chin up now, her head close to exploding.. she was so sure and had no doubt she was the best…. Lina the princess sounded darn good

[07:14] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell nods again slow placind his hand on her upper arm and caressed it softly. Hoping she wouldn’t notice the strenght that was still there. “I am old and wise, deary .. but I can tell … and could tell instantly … Your beauty and well good manners are outstanding clearly an example for all.”

[07:17] dana Tehanidana Tehani nodded her head to Him, loving His touch.. his words.. she was thrilled and wiggled on her knees, her grin was so big now… full of herself, the Man had no clue lina would believe this at least few days and acts like the best thing that existed on gor, she cleared her throat now as tho what she says is so darn important “Thank you Master” she said simply, as though she was so used to such words, it was normal for lina to get all those compliments..course her body language said a whole different thing

[07:18] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell kept caressing her … traveling over her arm while his fingers stretched to well accidently, if that was even possible touched her one breast. “Well important slaves need to be treasured and I know most often they know all the important people that are about.” he said while now taking a risk by taking a sip of his milk. He would pray to any god to keep that beard attached.

[07:19] Eveline AshbourneEveline Ashbourne stayed quietly behind Him and looked around the tavern as if it was the first time she ever was here…She listened to His words and the responds back from the girl that was called lina and enjoyed the conversation. she looked up at Him as he takes a sip and holds her breath once more.. her fingers tighten behind her back and hopes all goes well…

[07:20] dana Tehanidana Tehani grinned happily, lina easily believing His excessive complimenting of her despite the fact it did seem strange.. but naa lina decided the man was wise and could tell lina was just the best, she wiggled closer to Him now, eyes glimmer as she took in all the compliments… nodding her head, “Why yes I do Master!” she said cheerfully not realizing the Man was probably getting at somewhere with her. For now, lina was happy to get complimented.. This was like the best ever!

[07:24] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell traveled with his hand, slowly over her arm again. Trying to atleast sent some shivers to her heat to make her more easy and perhaps less observant to himself. The beard thankfully remains intact when he places the vessel back to the table. “You must know … let me see if I can remember some names from memory.” he grins to her “Mind me … the memory is not as it once was … deary … but tell me Carter … hmmm …. Sig … hmmm… Trenzos … they must be here somewhere do they not ?” he asks as if he wasn’t certain. His eyes now were sharply upon her face they would note any doubt or lie of that he was certain.

[07:25] dana Tehanidana Tehani purred softly to Him, enjoying His touch.. she thought deeply of the names of those men, she indeed knew them ” I suppose Master..” she whispered tho lina truthfully didnt see many of those important men of Treve, being the simple Peasant slave she is.. she wiggled closernow, really getting nothing of what he was trying to do but loving His full attention to her not the other girl

[07:28] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell had his other hand available and used it to lift her chin slightly “Hmmm such a pretty slave might be really hard to keep here … I mean with all thiefs in the shadow … I wonder if I could ask you to tell one of them I might need them …” he mused “I mean such a beauty could easely be stolen before my messages would be delivered.”

[07:29] dana Tehanidana Tehani sighed deeply hearing Him and nodded her head ” That true Master” she said, grinning brightly as the Man said this. Once, lina was kidnapped but returned shortly after the man decided she was useless with chores.. she was getting comfortable with the Man now “I could try” she suggested like the good sweet slave she is, batting her eyelashes at Him, obviously loving all the attentions on her

[07:32] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell feigned to be touched by her willingness “Oh my .. your more like a queen hmm.” he traveled his hand to the back of her neck and pulled her closer but not harsh almost gentle. That was kind of a test on itself since Crow himself hardly had much patience or tenderness for slaves. He used them rather rough and to the fullest but pretending to be this old man … needed some softer and gentle approach he reckoned. “Could you tell this Trenzos … that an old aquintance from long time ago is looking for him ?” he asks while he tried to make the look one of lust upon her face.

[07:35] dana Tehanidana Tehani whimpered feeling His touch to her and even though he was old, all those compliments were giving lina a big head, she was easily falling for His trap.. She was a silly girl and compliments could do almost anything to her, her eyes twinkle brightly to Him “Yes Master I shall do that when I see him” she whispered, biting her lip a bit.. the Man is so sweet he must just want to say hello to Trenzos or something, lina never thought anything further of it than two friends meeting up.. lina being a good slave and allowing that to happen

[07:38] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell smiles and again he needed to ignore the painful experience from it. “Oh my … I know I am just an old man … clearly all the young warriors try to get your attention and all … but if you could tell him an old bird has arrived and seems to be in this fisher village .. he might guess who I am.” he grins “We like to play games … don’t want to make it to easy on him do we ?” he leans closer and desided that the pain of the glue was enough to assure him the beard would remain when he pressed his lips violent to hers. He knew that most often to let a slave put effort in a task was to make them remember to who it was they served.

[07:41] dana Tehani: Ofcourse Master” she whispered, hardly taking notice of the weirdness of it all or that two men liked to play a game.. all lina focused on was getting compliments, He seemed like a nice man and she liked Him being the silly girl she is.. feeling His lips pressed to hers, she kissed Him back figuring the poor old man needs some love and He must be so turned on by lina’s charms.. Little did he know, lina was just a peasant slave hardly wanted by high Caste.. she ofcourse believed she was the best and would never tell herself otherwise. she curled her arms around His neck..

[07:44] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell tried to kiss her more deeply, trying to get atleast that small moment of making an impression. He himself was told that his kisses were devine and well in an odd way fitting to his trade. His own girl had told him more than once that his kisses were to die for. When he withdrew from the kiss he chuckles “Oh deary … your to good to be true … really … that passion is clearly one that is hard to meet … ” he leans in a bit closer “I guess many girls are jaelous ?”

[07:47] dana Tehanidana Tehani was stunned at how good of a kisser the Man is and finally truly enjoyed His kiss so much, she moaned against His lips.. biting her lip as He broke it as He made her wanting more, she heard His words now.. What could be better than a kiss? well for lina its akiss then a compliment.. her eyes shimmering joyously now.. she had never been complimented so much.. immediately replied, feigning a sigh “Yes, Mster. very much so” she whispered to Him, trying to look all poor me,.. ” They dislike me cuz of the attention I always get Master.. I try to help and direct them but..” she shook her head slowly.. and sighed again to add to the drama sad effect

[07:50] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell nodded as if he completely could understand her point. “Hmm yes most often the best are having these issues.” he sighs with her. “I wish I was like the young god … I would take you within a second but I fear.” he paused for his own dramatic effect “that I couldn’t keep you as satisfied as I would wish.” he tipped his head down slightly to his center “It doesn’t work anymore.” he said feigning defeat. “Guess that comes with the age of me … that is why it is important that you deliver the message … I might not live long anymore.” he nodded to his own words “That I still do is a miracle on itself hmmm … hardly ever see men of my age … have you ?”

[07:53] dana Tehanidana Tehani sighed softly to Him, feeling bad for the poor wise man.. afterall, someone like him who knew beauty and elegance and understood lina so much, He just deserved to live. She peeked her gaze to Him, all sad now.. “I will send that message Master” she said, quite determined to help the poor man

[07:56] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell nodded “Deary … your such a sweet and beautiful girl.” he reached in his pouch that clearly never was in his reach and took a large piece of chocolate. It was nice to have that small market stall in the village he thought now. “Here … it is only yours ” he whispers feeling the annoying hairs against his lip “Don’t share .. it is your treat and I would really hate it to go to waste on others.” he said to her softly. He tried to lift himself up as the old man he posed to be “I better get back to the captain on the docks … but ” he gave some sounds of age he hoped. “hurry to the man … I don’t know how long I will be alive.” he said dramatic while he places his hand on her shoulder for some support.

[07:57] Clarese Kanya: “Greetings Master, kajira, please excuse the interruption. I will go if you wish.” she looks down to the carpet shyly.

[07:58] dana Tehani: Oh Master !” she sniffled hearing Him, feeling so bad for the old man.. well at least he got hislast moment with lina, surely He’d die with a smile.. her sweet gaze peeked to Him as she accepts the chocolate, Nita wouldnt know afterall the man wont live long enough to tell lina accepted food when she wasnt meant to. And the poor Man is so old and lina couldnt say no.. she took the chocolate but didnt have it yet.. “Thank you Master” she whispered, He had her really feeling bad for him

[07:59] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell nodded slowly while he moved terribly slow back to the dock to keep his disguise to the fullest. He could jump of victory but would keep that for a moment when he was alone. Clearly he didn’t wish anyone to know that even him being the killer he was had those noments of joy.

[07:59] Clarese Kanya: “Safe Paths Master.”
[08:00] Teleport completed from City Of Treve (240,10,22)

[08:03] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell waved to the captain in an amazing good mood and really seemed to have fun while he pulled the beard from his face while trying to avoid to cry out. The damn thing had worked long enough he figured. Pulling of the wig and muttering something about red definatly not being his colour he quickly made his way in the small room to get rid of his disguise.

[08:07] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell walks into the tavern putting the sash back on his arm while he seemed to make funny faces because of the glue that seemed to keep that rather odd smile plastered to his face.

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Crows return

Posted in Black Caste on July 24, 2010 by crow1971

Crow had made his escape from Minus and the captain that he paid to wait for just this moment seemed eager enough to take him to the requested destination. “Are ya sure, Killer ?” he had asked when Crow had made the arrangements. Crow hadn’t given to much words on it, however looked forward to return to those lands that held many pleasent memories. The captain had shrugged and Crow not one that would ask to many questions had left it with that.

However now when he sets foot on the docks, he seemed to remember that question of the captain. It seemed quiet, but not the silence of what fear or danger often brought. Now it was this quietness of just empty and deserted. Crow had looked up seeing the Inn, however desided it was wiser to first get a renewed feel of the land.

It was quick that he noticed some tents, that seemed to be deserted and not used for long. No campfire seemed to hold fire and he had arched a brow “That is for the warm welcome hmm.” he said sarcasticly. After some time and of course calculated exploration, Crow learned that Ayr pretty much had become deserted. Killers had not returned from their hunts in long and some villagers had been either enslaved, taken or had left because there was no longer that coin to be made.

Crow had ordered Sparrow, his slave that he by coincedance had found in Minus, to put up a tent and make a fire. She had of course instantly complied and with the fire some had been tempted to check up with who had arrived. Slowly the words traveled : “Crow is back … Ayr has become alive again.”

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Schuldig – Crows final

Posted in Black Caste, Mastery with tags city of dust, death, Eve, Vendetta on March 11, 2010 by crow1971

[12:08] Crow looks at Eve when they finaly reach his first destination “We can’t stay long here … Snow might be here … however it seems deserted for now.” he tells her while his eyes scan the surroundings carefully “The ship eventhough paid with my gold was not helping in the delay.” he continues … frowning as he hoped the message Sephi would give V. would take some time.

[12:10] Eveline Ashbourne looks at him and nods…”I am ready to go whenever we need to go again…”….she brushes some hair out of her face and smiles soflty at him…something she did not do all too much but he was one of hte few that knew her…really knew her…

[12:12] Crow turns to the wood and starts to work with it to make a fire “You need to rest for a few now … we will have a long walk in the forest … one that we will have to do by night … There is a tribe I once had dealings with I am sure they will do us no harm … but animals … they are hard to buy with gold.” he said dryly.

[12:16] Eveline Ashbourne looks around for a place to rest and nods slightly…”I am well rested…”she said it almost whispering…..”I rested well befor we went…but i will enjoy hte fire for now and rest my feet for hte long trip…” she sits down and brushes the grass off her skirt..

[12:19] Melchior Wardell tried to keep his stern look when he watched her “I might not be a killer by rank, Eve … but I am still a man … don’t make me bind you and force you to rest.” his voice had the same dark tone and yet there seemed to be some amusement the mere prospect of having her helpless at his mercy did stiirr things in him. takes a seat close to the fire while he watches her beauty in the light.

[12:21] Eveline Ashbourne tilts her head sideways and grins sligghtly…”hmmm bind me? no way! ..i am good in sitting on my own as you can see”…her eyes sparkled for a second…she knew he was a man..and would force her if needed…she stares back into the fire and smiles

[12:24] Crow grins “Don’t tempt me woman.” he feigned his anger, somehow there was no need for to control it now … eventhough he was hardly that quickly angry and surely not with her “Still … I could have had you naked in the tavern when I had the innkeeper bounded at the barrels … You should kiss my feet as I kept you free.” he taunts while throwing a new log onto the fire that seemed to increase in heat and size.

[12:25] Eveline Ashbourne thinks back to that day and blushes… “aye..you could have done that…indeed… and i am still gratefull you didnt…”….she turns her face towards him

[12:27] Crow still suspicious of this location, keeps an eye on the woods that seemed to be a perfect cover but also made it harder for him to see if anyone comes near. “Perhaps there is still some milk in one of the tents … let us get some before we leave.”it was perhaps a mere command he would have given a slave … ” I need to keep guard.” he explained himself

[12:29] Eveline Ashbourne nods….stands up and looks around…”i will take a look right away, i am sure i will find some in one of the tents..”..she walks oveer to one of the tents and enters…

[12:31] Crow crouches down before the fire, while his sharp eyes again seem to scan the horison. “Damn captain.” he curses … “your getting old ..” he tells himself never had he been in a position for making these risks as he had done now. Perhaps it was for the best to leave now … before he would fall into his own blade. His fists seemed to be as solid rocks when he struck the next log for punishment of his own recklessness.

[12:32] Eveline Ashbourne looks around in the tent to see what she could gather for their journey…maybe there was some more food she could grab …she narrows her eyes to see better inside the dark tent and notices some milk….bread…and a few bits of bosk jerky…she grabs a cloth and places the items in htere and folds it…securing it with a knot..

[12:32] Vendetta walks to the hill and where it was known for the BC to be and sees smoke coming from the fire, he can walks the side of the hill keeping his head below the level of the camp and sees the distictive black tent of Crow and thinks his arrogance has given him away and his fate was sealed. He calmly walked facing the tent keeping it between them and him as he heard the voice of his love. He spat on the floor at the word, the traitor to his caste, he who had said the cold heart of a killer wants only gold and steel and nothing comes before it, the codes of the caste will be kept as he walked around the back off the tent allowing him to watch quietly for an oppotune moment when Crow is off guard as he is sure he will not go down without a fight

[12:34] Crow lifts himself up when hearing someone approach instantly turning and alert. His eyes narrow when facing Vendetta … a smirk on his face “Tal Killer.” he said his voice dripping of sarcasm perhaps at his own expense “I see I taught you well.”

[12:36] Vendetta watches Crow from behind him oblivious to his presence, a sloppy camp he thought as he sees him stand and face him ‘ You did Crow ‘ not giving his title as he had disgraced what he once was ‘ You know why i am here ‘ as he places his hand on the hilt of his sword and waits to see what arrogant display he was to put on

[12:36] Eveline Ashbourne hears voices and holds her breath….it seemed someone else was here… she walks quielty to the exit of hte tent, hoping she was not heard… she holds hte cloth filled with food tighlty in her hand and makes no sound…she knew she better say inside the tent and let the visitor think Crow was alone..

[12:39] Crow nods slowly “I know … and yet … Vendetta … I could have been a better teacher if you had struck me without noticing … or instructing my slave to lure you first into the furs.” he grins while he kept his eyes locked to his. Green eyes that had regarded the man the very second he had set foot in the compound and till the man he was today. “One day … Killer you will tire of the same routine … ” he shrugs “I lied that gold is everything … surely when you have more than you can ever spend.” he took from his belt three pockets filled with gold that he had taken for atleast Eve “When you kill me … this will be hers.” he tipped his head to the tent meaning Eve.

[12:42] Eveline Ashbourne hears them talk….her breath stops…she drops the cloth with food on hte ground .her heart skips beats of terror. This was not supposed to happen…They would have dissapeared and no one would ever find out…

[12:44] Vendetta feels a nasty taste well up in his mouth as he hears one he had admired and learnt from talk in such a way. ‘ You are dispicable to talk in such a way and in so try to undermine all i have learned and for what a woman …… a woman ‘ he almost laughed but didn’t ‘ Gold can buy you what you want and death pays for it ‘ he slaps his hand against the tent ‘ And as for her ‘ he says just lettingher know he had seen her ‘ She will do well to leave never mind with gold ……. but it will not be mine …. tainted it is tainted ‘ and olds the green eyes of Crow waiting again

[12:47] Eveline Ashbourne ‘s body trembles…he had heard her…he knew she was here….she takes a deep breath and steps outside the tent but in a safe distance. Her eyes narrowed at V as she stands there quietly, hoping he would just go and leave them alone.

[12:47] Crow couldn’t feel any anger … eventhough every muscle and cell in his body despised the fact the rank no longer held glory “It seems your more talk and judgment than a killer.” he taunts while slowly drawing his blade. A blade that had taken number of lives and he had taken them swiftly. Honorable for in his caste and never breeching one code. Even the care for his daughter would have had limits if they were tested and she was from a time before he could claim the caste. The blade shimmered and Crow would do what it would take if it meant to take a life that stopped him from going. “Better hope you had some practice … boy.” he seemed to hiss … knowing it was a way to get him angry and perhaps blurr his vision.

[12:49] Vendetta quickly draws his blade and pulls it clean by the hilt so the blade catches the sun ‘ You forget Killer i was taught this by Serpent who we know was a better sword than all in camp, and this is for the caste ‘ he walks slowly towards him and circles striking Crow from above and then they battle

[12:49] Gorean Meter 3.1.5: Valiant Quan Has Captured Melchior Wardell!

[12:50] Eveline Ashbourne cries out…Stop!!!!! her eyes grow big seeing Crow fall to the ground.

[12:52] Crow was no match anymore, he had been getting older. The position of trainer hardly kept him fit as he should. Yet he gave resistance when he finaly dropped with a blow. His words were still strong … a man he used to be “Take Eve … Vendetta … take her back to ayr and be sure …”his voice now fading … a mere whisper “I taught you well.”

[12:52] Eveline Ashbourne feels her body trembles as she runs to him…falling on her kneels bedside him and starts to cry…”Crow….Crow…please..please stay with me…”…she whispers in his ear…. holding him tighlty…she looks up for a moment and cires out to V…”why… why did you do it?!” her eyes are full of terror and pain towarrds the man …she turns her face back to Crow and touches his cheek…her hair falls over her shoulders as she kisses him..her voice is nothing more then a small whisper…only he can hear her now…”please…please Crow stay with me…don’t leave me alone…”

[12:52] Vendetta walks over to Crow who is now unconcious on the floor and places his sword back in his sheath and turns to her ‘ Stay and be collared or leave now i suggest ‘ he growls as he places his knee on the downed man and draws his dagger from his arm. He places the blade over his eye and looks over to the woman

[12:54] Vendetta he cirlces the blade dead centre and slowly places pressure on the eye ball watching it concave slightly as the pressure builds until it gives way under his weight and the blade sinks slowly into his brain and severs the spinal cord and Crow begins to twitch as his body start to die

[12:54] Crow felt the darkness come over him as this cloud that he had seen so often by his marks. A peace seemed to make him surrender while perhaps in a last motion he reached for eve.

[12:55] Eveline Ashbourne notices the life running out of him…his face was looking paler by the second…she cradled him, still holding him tightly…her hand brushes his hair…his face, her eyes were locked onto him…she was not going to let go of him…tears fall down her face as she keeps holding him…she was loosing him. She kisses his lips once more…

[12:56] Vendetta takes the blade from the eye socket and slices at the throat cutting threw the Asophogus and trachea and eventually to the spine where he places the blade deftly between two vertabrae and servers the head and holds it to one side and thinks this wil be shown to the candidates as a lesson and Crow was dead

[12:56] Gorean Meter 3.1.5 shouts: Melchior Wardell has been killed by Valiant Quan

[12:57] Crow perhaps for the first time she ever had seen seemed to smile. A smile that was perhaps a mere sign of being at ease what had happend. Perhaps the last of his spirit caressing her while he traveled to the city of Dust … meeting those that he brought there … and meeting those that left him before he turned to the Black Caste and became the Crow … the man that had suffered everything and nothing.

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Schuldig (part 4)

Posted in Black Caste, Mastery with tags Eve, sephi on March 11, 2010 by crow1971

[6:49] Crow steps inside his face serious while he watches her sit on the table. She was clearly in deep thoughts and he stepped silently behind her placing his strong hand on her shoulder. Perhaps he scared her more than necsecarry but he was used in being silent and unaware of what his mere presence could do to another. “Tal Eve.” he greets “It is time.” he barely whispers before leaning down and kissing the top of her head.

[6:53] Eveline Ashbourne looks up feeling his hand on her shoulder and looks up at him..she had been in deep thoughts and didnt even hear him come in…feeling his lips on her forehead she smiles softly and nods…whispering…”i am ready…”…

[6:54] Crow lifts her face to his “Are you sure … there is no return after this … unless … ” he sighs tired of perhaps all of this … and yet determined for a happy end “When we step of this dock together … I will be a rougue … an outlaw … no longer the killer I once was.” he tells her.

[6:56] Eveline Ashbourne stares into his eyes, htere was no doubt in her voice and nods again…”i am sure… no doubt in my mind and heart… not at all… I would follow you everywhere..”..what she said was the truth… she would follow him everywhere..

[6:58] Crow pulled her closer in a firm embrace, kissing her lips viciously as if to mark her words to his. Softly murmering “What ever happends with me … I am sure you can always return here … but be aware … no longer can I keep you safe.” he snakes his hand to the small of her back.

[6:58] Eveline Ashbourne slowely stands up….she packed not much, jut the neccassary things… it would look like she was traveling to buy grain and other supplies.. no one wold know that she was really gone…for now at least

[7:00] Eveline Ashbourne feels his lips on hers and kisses him back… a soft moan excapes her lips and she whispers…”I will never leave you, no matter what..”

[7:00] Crow slowly releases her from his grip “You will have to let me go for a little … there is one thing I need to do before we depart.” he looks around “Where is sephi ?”

[7:01] Lilani Mayflower: half-tripping over the edge of the stone the girl peers in at the window, her nose low, her eyes big.

[7:02] Eveline Ashbourne looks up….”she should be around somewhere…she has been helping me a lot….she is never far away”she might be outside..

[7:02] Crow grins “Speak of the devil.” he calls out “Sephi … come !”

[7:02] Lilani Mayflower: grimaces and had hoped to have been less obvious

[7:03] Lilani Mayflower: “Tal my Master!” she smiles a wide greeting at him and seeing the now all too familiar sight of that Baker, calls out a polite “Tal Mistress”

[7:04] Eveline Ashbourne smiles seeing sephi enter the small cottage that was her home for such a long time…”Tal sephi…” she gives the girl a small smile

[7:05] Crow looks down on his lure girl, the slave he bought after finishing his training so many years ago. Perhaps the only one that was able to tell so many stories about the challanges he had faced “Tal mine.” he responded somehow there was something in his voice that held a darkness that was even far beyond anything he had ever faced. He slowly moved the sash he had earned from his arms and folded them neatly before offering them to Sephi “I will have a last task for you mine … but remember it will be one on which my life and proberly yours will depend on.” he crouches down to her eyelevel.

[7:06] Lilani Mayflower: ‘s focusses on her Master’s toes and holds herself still. She swallows hard and takes the sash from him, her fingers not really knowing what to do with it. She listens attentively, making sure not to make a single mistake in her understanding “I will not fail you my Master” she says, although her voice cracks

[7:08] Eveline Ashbourne stayes quietly behind Crow…she was scanning ehr cottage to see if there was something that she maybe forgot… she looks at Crow and sephi and takes a deep breath…knowing this is not an easy moment for either one of them..

[7:08] Crow nods slowly while he regards her, his strong hand reaching for her fragile face, one that was created for the tasks he had set to her so often. The time she had been a key figure in the search for Sol, never forgotten. Her torment even so long ago still showed at times when he looked at her “Mine … take this to the killer Vendetta when he is in this village again.” he brushed his thumb over her delicate lips he so often had forced himself on too. “Tell him exactly … what I am telling you now …”his eyes glowed darkly while he studied her features.

[7:09] Lilani Mayflower: ‘s eyes brim with tears and she nods, saying nothing, not wishing him to think that she could not do what he asked of her.

[7:13] Crow regarded her even if his heart was heavy for what he was facing he tried to give her one of his rare smiles “Tell the killer Vendetta … that you are a final gift to the compound I have served for all this time.” he turns to Eve perhaps wondering if it would be enough but turning back to his girl “Tell him … that Tyros is without a Master Assassin and that the man has left alive.” he knew for sure Vendetta would know that Crow would escape the caste but still would give them knowledge as he wasn’t a total coward. The fact he himself had killed so many killers that had breeched the codes was a heavy brick in his stumach … but his love for eve wasn’t one he would compromise for what now had seemed to be senseless. He took from a pocket on his belt one golden coin. “This …” he tells her ” is yours … if you ever need your freedom … it will buy yours.” he gave her a choice one he never would have given before if his heart hadn’t been soften towards Eve.

[7:16] Lilani Mayflower: ‘s fingers shake as she repeats the message, doing so automatically as she had been taught to. When she had finished she looked at his and there was no doubt that she meant what she said, he would have known straight away if she had not “My Master, I am glad you have found that which has eluded you for so long” she says and her fingers squeezed the sash as she looked at the Mistress and tried a smile

[7:16] Eveline Ashbourne steps closer to Crow and sephi….she places a hand on his shoulder….says nothing but hopes he knows she is here for him…and will be here for him always..

[7:19] Crow grins while placing his own hand on that of Eve while facing his own girl, “You have served me more than I could have ever wished for … and your beauty is unknown and for many something that they will fight wars over … You are precious and yet I know that the life I am facing is one I can’t take you into … it would ruin what you are … a slave.”

[7:20] Lilani Mayflower: “I understand my Master” she said and leans forward a hand on his cheek “I wish you well my Master and your Lady” she holds his gaze for a moment and then looks away, the gold coin tight in her palm

[7:21] Crow chuckles turning briefly to Eve “This one … can lure a man to unknown places, take away his guard quicker than a ray of light when the sun rises.” he turns back and instantly his lips press to hers … hard demanding … perhaps even cruel and harsh. This would be his last claim of her. He broke the kiss as quickly as it was given and lifted himself up “Go Sephi … and be well, Kajira.”

[7:23] Lilani Mayflower: raises her fingers to her mouth and checks her tears, offering him instead a brilliant smile. Tears would be for later. “Be well my Master, be well Mistress” she manages and as she turns for the door, she wedges the coin into a gap in the floorboards and is gone

[7:24] Eveline Ashbourne holds her breath and stays quiet…. she knew this was a moment between Crow and sephi…she would enver interfere….she stares at the bags of flower that contain the things she will talke with her… looks up at sephi and whisers…”be well sephi.”

[7:26] Crow watches her leave … and turns to Eve, instantly composing himself for they were not yet in their final destination. The cloak a sign of his former caste now a cover, a mere disguise. “Let us head to Laura … before we go further to our final destination.” he wouldn’t yet tell her what place he would take her … somethings were yet better not shared.

[7:27] Eveline Ashbourne grabbed her bags and walked after him…she closed the door and only took her two bags with things she really needed…

[7:28] Crow nods to the old captain, the many coins he had paid the man had been a great investment in his new ship “Laura … old man.” he tells him when sure none of the others were listening in. He helped Eve board and stepped onto the ship and pulled the boardwalk up so they could depart.

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Schuldig (part 3)

Posted in Black Caste, Mastery with tags love, Salernum, Suy, Torrid on March 7, 2010 by crow1971

[4:05] Crow steps upon the dock of Salernum, a city had been visiting more than once due to all kind of events, many clients and even some marks he had taken down here. It would have been a place he would have liked to grow old, but with the weakening of his coldness he would not only bring himself down but those he cared for. His eyes narrow to see who was about, surely this time of day not many … he had shozen his time as always calculated for its purposes.

[4:06] Crow stopped just a small moment for the office of one of his clients, his face turns grimly remembering their agreement. “You will be looking out for yourself merchant.” he mutters under his breath … knowing Vylixen was more than capable if needed.

** Crow meets Torrid, the slave of one of his others clients. A slave that had served him often as a trustworthy spy and messenger. He hadn’t seen her since the last time he had returned her to Victor. He remembered her death wish he hadn’t granted. **

[4:09] Torrid Streeter sits on the second floor steps observing traffic of the city. Her perch wasn’t too far from a panther sitting in her tree observing the woods. Turning her head she saw Him. There was no mistaking that imposing stature…..Crow! She hadn’t seem Him for so long she was sure something had happened to Him. Feet dangling down she kicks the sign of the kalda den, making it sway creaking lightly. She knew she was probably spotted but if He was on a mission He wouldn’t acknowledge her

[4:09] Naryn Nayar glanced at the man in black. She was startled to see a killer here, almost certain he was even though they had never met. Her life in Ayr was filled with killers or those who wished to be but to run into one here made her somewhat nervous. She nodded at him and lowered her voice as she said “Tal killer” she had made it even more low then his greeting to stay discrete

[4:12] Crow nods slowly while slowly turning to see the most beautiful curved legs dangling down “Spying again … slave.” he said perhaps with the glint of mockery … or his black sense of humor. With a small snap of his finger he signals to her … knowing that she would understand it was an ‘invite’ to heel. He turns towards the lady “These hours are dangerous for a lady … I don’t see an escort … I hope your not alone.” for those that knew Crow would have grinned … he wasn’t that concerned about freewomen in general.

[4:13] Naryn Nayar had done wonderful business here and with a smile she wanted to pass. As she made the first intentions to pass the man she pondered.. She stopped walking and glanced at him, but then again thought a man as busy as himself would surely not have time for a silly tavernmistress. “I am indeed alone Sir, though I was told, this city was pretty safe for a lady such as myself” she then showed him a piece of parchment Kumori gave here “This was given to me, travel papers” she glanced once at him before putting the scroll back

[4:14] Torrid Streeter a great big smile curls her full lips as he infamous “snap” was given. SHe could approach Him. Inching her rounded pears to the edge of the stoop she hops down landing not as quietly as she hoped. It was difficult to retain the same amount of grace with her extra bulk and now shackled hands. ” Tal Master, Lady” Quickly she kneels to His side

[4:16] Crow had focussed on her fully, even though he had spied an other chapter of his life story just a few stones from them. His eyes had roamed her without shame as if to see if there was more to her words than she let to believe. Somehow she reminded him of someone … but perhaps his age prevented him to make any solid connection. He takes the paper and only one brow arched. “Since when do you think he has any say ?” he grins darkly “He …” he pointed to the signature … ” … needs to report to me.” he regarded her perhaps in hope to see some nerves twitching … when the copper would fall in her brain.

[4:20] Naryn Nayar glanced upon the man and swallowed “He… Kumori has…. ” she doesnt finish her sentence. She felt nervous around the man, as if she had done soemthing wrong, though could not think of her mistake. She lowered her head and stared at the piece of paper “He perhaps reports to you killer, but most fear him and would perhaps leave me alone,w hen on travels. I need to travel for the tavern or our villagers have nothing to eat and drink” her eyes gazed back upon him, hoping he would accept her explanation

[4:23] Torrid Streeter curiously watches Crow, fingers playing with the flowers strung about her waist. She imagined there was probably a huge empty space where her hands were shackled because thats all she did recently was pick at the damn petals. Listening to the woman she picked up some information, it would be stored as most of her information was. Glancing up at Crow she remembered a time when His hair was snow white and glistened. SHe still had difficulty seeing Him with the raven locks, but what did her opinion matter?

[4:24] Crow would have laughed if he wasn’t still the killer he tried to be at this given time. “Most fear him ..” he echo’s ” As they should … he was a pupil of mine … ” he muses as if that made it perfectly clear that Crow was rather confident in how things would stand if it ever would come between them. He had more than enough moments that Kumori had been before his blade. He than nods to the woman “Safe paths … ” he tells her … only than showing that he had no intention to stop her or harm her … but had been toying with what he and Severus liked most … freewomen. The terror the women felt towards them … had amused them more than once and the coins he had won in wagers … more than he could remember … his losses of course forgotten just the same.

[4:26] Naryn Nayar had understood who he was, or had at least a general idea. To have Kumori report to him had told her enough about this mans status. She swallowed again, in this fright she had forgotten to greet the slace who was now lodged behind his dark clothing. Her eyes were gazing at the man as she nodded “and safe paths to you, killer” she said with a trembling voice. Perhaps if she wasn’t so new to gor, so new to ayr, she could have gotten some respect, but the woman was unsure of herself, her role, her path. She smiled at him, but it was a fake smile.. Nervously she passed him, wondering if she would one day perhaps see him in Ayr

[4:28] Crow regarded her while she passed him “Hmmm… Kumori has been busy … during my last task.” he muses before looking down and giving Torrid something that came close to a true smile. “So .. .pretty one … it has been a while.” he tells her while his hand reach to her blond locks … perhaps regretting their colour.

[4:28] Suyuan Quan yawned softly as she brushed her fingertips through her messy raven locks and sauntered towards her Owner’s home with an awkward gait. She paused in her destination as she noticed the trio on the bridge – Crow, Torrid, and the woman who made the order from the Temwood and according to the Tavern Master, requested for her. She swallowed the final remnants of chocolate that the woman had given to her and mentally noted how she reminded her quite of the Chocolatier who once owned her ages ago. Now the Killer and the kajira simply stood in her path. She could simply pass by, but when it regarded the BC, nothing was simple.

[4:29] Torrid Streeter murmurs softly,” Friendly as always I see Master.” a wry grin upon her face. ” How have you been? I am glad to see you have yet to take office in the City of Dust.” Cerulean eyes twinkled with mischief as she gazed up at Crow with much warmth reserved for a very few

[4:31] Crow lips twitch a little at her comment “I doubt they will have me there … to many there that might give me a welcome I rather decline.” he retorts after all the countless kills and souls he had shown their way to the city were there. He let the locks play between his fingers when he looked down upon her “Good to see that your owner hasn’t yet finished … what you so much wished for … last time we spoke.” his voice hadn’t been harsh or judgmental … perhaps a small sign of the broken man he had become. After all care was something, surely for a slave would be frowned upon in his trade.

[4:33] Crow spied the other slave still in the corner of his eyes, his voice instantly sharp and filled with the coldness he once so treasured. “Scared slut ?” he asks her while his eyes narrow … perhaps the contrast of the man he could be showed ?

[4:35] Torrid Streeter cants her head and exhales slowly, feathered wispy bangs lift into the air.” One might lose a coin on that bet.” Gazes through Him seeing san lurking around the bridge. Noting the change in the tone of His voice she quickly silences

[4:38] Suyuan Quan’s eyes blazed for a moment as she gravitated towards the sea’s ledge but it resigned to a stoicism that she had learned over the years. As opposed to coldness, she had practiced something that had helped her through the years, “Simply apathetic, Master.”

[4:39] Crow grins darkly towards Torrid “Fair enough.” he tells her while he keeps his focus on the

slave he could have killed already for number of reasons but had spared just as often. Crow didn’t believe in senseless killings, surely when there would be no gain … Only a copper would perhaps be enough … although those that knew Crow would for sure even doubt that. His hand rested on he head of Torrid, while his fingers tangle in her locks. Perhaps the mere touch gave him comfort or a pose … standing in a city he only visited for a final goodbye. “I see you have learned to address me correctly … your improving … When you have no business or reason … go and be on your way … I despise idle sluts.”

[4:45] Torrid Streeter feels comfort as His hand rested upon her blonde shortened locks. Oddly enough she felt comfort, although she knew what His hands were capable of, even though He denied her of that request once luckily He was not as emotional as she was that day. Shivers a moment hearing Him dismiss san. She remembered her visits to Ayr when Victor and her had “vacationed” there a long time ago when the bank was being “renovated”. It seemed many en’vars ago. Clearing her throat a moment she asked softly,” Is Master thirsty this day?”

[4:48] Crow looks down on Torrid, somehow the thought of finding his daughter perhaps would be idle and this slave had been one he believed trustworthy enough for the quest if himself would fail. “Heel.”he tells her softly … not in need of drink or food … The time he had been here he had not seen any movement near the Inn … and as he was hardly looking forward to his conversation with Rose … he cowardly would use the slave for it. He gave a last glance to Suy … perhaps more final than he thought at this given moment.

[4:48] Suyuan Quan strided closer towards the killer with all the suspicions that she contained. The slave that sought after her Owner and disappeared immediately after. The Builder Free Woman who had suggested that Black Caste were seeking him. Especially with the Assassins who were amounting near her owner’s home after the girl’s query and how defensive she was by lingering by his residence. If there was one thing a Killer asked, it would not be if a girl feared him and she sensed something was amiss, “I actually don’t mean to idle… I have a question.”

[4:50] Crow turns “A question ?” he replied when making a first step “And you feel I would be tempted to answer ?” he asks. But Crow in truth didn’t mind if slaves used their head, showed their intelligence or showed eagerness to learn “Ask but be quick … I have more important matters than to satisfy your needs.”

[4:52] Torrid Streeter quickly rose, then hearing san she remained still, head bowed down not wanting to interrupt. Fidgeting nervously she dipped her toes in a small puddlt staring down at her reflection as she tried to remain invisible

[4:57] Suyuan Quan met his eyes, this time intently and the revenge that originally would have harbored against him for separating her and Dante faded long ago. Now that target or so what she deemed to be the new one, her Owner made her as predatory as a she-larl. True she was a kajira, but she was protective of her own, “I ask you… Knowing that you do and might attempt to ruin others’ lives give -you- satisfaction, Master?” It was a simple enough question that was dripping with bitterness.

[5:00] Crow regarded her while she seemed to search for words, only guessing even though many at times feared his skill in reading their mind. “Satisfaction ?” he muses as if he had to ponder on the word for a few “We have meaning and purpose … slave … even though it is just at what angle you look at each deed.”he turns slightly towards Torrid and back “There is no satisfaction in ending a life … only in the gold that is paid.” with that he nodded towards Torrid and walked on … in hope she would follow … and seemingly unbothered by the question or the answer he had given.

[5:01] Torrid Streeter quickly glances at Crow, knowing a bit about His temper. Glancing back at san she nodded a good bye and followed Crow, surprised by today’s tone of the discussions

[5:03] Crow walked into the little park, his eyes scanning to see if there were others while he indicated the slave to rest beside him. His eyes upon her showed a different glow than she might have seen before, even though he was sure that she might be one of the few that had seen the weakness of his heart. “Slave …”he started giving a silent sigh … “I have a very important quest for you .. perhaps to get even … when I spared your life ?”

[5:07] Torrid Streeter cants her head looking at Him oddly.” I am only a slave Master and hopefully thought more of than just a slave to You. I will do as You ask because You ask it Master. There is no getting even. I will carry out what You need Master Crow, without hesitation.” Thassan blue eyes gaze up at Him intently. Something was off, she just couldn’t pinpoint it.

[5:11] Crow smiles even though there seemed to be pain in his smile just the same. He reached for a pouch heavy of gold “Give this … to your owner … tell him it is for the account of the Innkeeper Rose.” he regarded her … perhaps to weigh how far she was to be trusted. With the knowledge of his upcoming hiding he seemed to judge in her favor, something that would show that she was indeed in high regards even as a slave. “Rose is my daughter … and because of my trade … she will always be in danger when I am near … with this … she will be sure of a future when I might no longer be there to see to her needs.” he just held out the pouch for her to take … knowing that her love for her owner would keep them secure enough for any idle thought of what this gold could bring her. Victor would do as bid, of that he was certain, to afraid of what Crow would be capable off if he would learn his wrong doing.

[5:16] Torrid Streeter twists a bit to take the heavy pouch, her wrists shackled behind her still, a punishment she was enduring now for over a hand. As Crow relayed all this information she soaked it up like a sponge. Rose, daughter, but the one thing that stuck out was why He was giving her the pouch. ” Why can’t you take care of her now?” Carefully she scrutinizes His face knowing how well He could mask all expressions, almost as good as she could.

[5:19] Crow reached for her face, his strong hands ever so gentle to her cheek while he locked his eyes to hers “I am leaving, beautiful slave … I have grown old … perhaps weak … new generations killers are out there … testing my limits in claiming what I once earned.” his thumb slowly moved towards her delicious lips and caressed them softly “I rather be well prepared than leaving those that mean something uncared for.” with the last words he had given her a rare insight in his personality … one he had kept hidden for as long he could remember.

[5:24] Torrid Streeter shakes her head slowly, feeling tears well up in her eyes. One could not go on living forever in the line of work Crow did, she was not a fool and knew this but still… ” Master caring for something even gold is not a sign of weakness. You have always had a special bond with a few. I saw you with Mistress Rose but didn’t quite understand the bond. We all have weaknesses, even I with Victor. “Pursing Her pouty lips she kisses His thumb. ” I do not understand why You must go, there will always be a challenge…….a threat. ” She knew He could not just “retire” or deny His caste but certainly there could be something else. ” Are you sure there are no other options?”

[5:29] Crow wouldn’t tell her of his plans, or his real motives to what was about to come. She would be in danger if he even shared … and he and Eve even more so. “The caste I am in … is one of many secrets … and many ways that are unrevealed to those not part of it … we have our ways to deal with things … and I am just preparing … “with that he cupped her chin and pulled her closer “I liked those fierce red locks … and yet this blond seems to be fitting to what you have become … a slave bounded by the strongest of bonds … love … who would suspect …” he brushed his lips over hers perhaps to taste her … to memorize her fully “Be safe precious one … but never forget … the words I will give you in our farewell.” he lifted her chin (c)

[5:31] Crow cleared his throat “Once a slave girl explained to an other slave … about what slaves mean to killers … She told her … that killers are the trees in winter, cold, without hope, strong … bending to the elements and growing old, wise perhaps but uncaring for what goes around them. The slaves are the promise of spring, perhaps the ray of lights that give small comfort to the tree that is without it leafs alone on the surface … remember precious one … you were spring to me.” he lifted himself up after giving her a kiss on her forehead perhaps a symbol or a seal to his words spoken.

[5:46] Torrid Streeter tears started to roll down her now almost chubby cheeks. Saying farewell wasn’t something she was good at especially when she cared so much and fought all her life not to care at all. Her vision was now blurred as she stared up at Him, almost laughing as He mentioned her crimson locks. She had transformed like winter changing to spring, recreated by the one man who had taken the time to care for her, faults and all. Crow’s s words created a small ache in her heart. She could not stop Him , she could not help Him. She could only do as He requested and wish Him well. His surprisingly soft lips felt burning upon her forehead. What could she offer Him? She forced herself to speak and not sob, she would save her crying for privacy or in Victor’s arms. ” Master consider your request done. I thank you for the rare privileged of seeing the man behind the black. And I thank you for making me a better person, woman and slave than I was before I met you…….” -c-

[5:46] Torrid Streeter: As He stands she looks up at Him knowing there had to be something more, the change while completely uncharacteristic was…….breathtaking Letting her words be carried by the soft breeze. ” I hope she realizes the man she has in You” Luminous eyes look up to Him knowingly.

[5:51] Crow smiles and nods when she replied to do his request while a shadow seemed to cross over his face when she speaks words he so much had tried to avoid. Was it that obvious ?, he muses to himself when he let the shadow fade and kept a moment silence before he spoke again “Often we only realize what we have when it isn’t there anymore … I can only hope … and pray that the Priest Kings in their cruel ways of love and care … will be merciful to her for what she has to leave too … ” he was fully aware that the live in hiding … not only running from his caste but also the man he had been for so long … hardly compensated her perhaps in the end. He let his hand rest for a brief moment when he slowly takes it from her blond locks “Love … torrid.” he speaks to her … for a first not as the slave … but as the panther girl she had always been in his eyes “An ongoing hunt … it is …” with that he lifted his hand in a final farewell unable to speak words of goodbye and stepped into the shadows.

6:04] Torrid Streeter watches a shadow flicker over His face. She had been correct in her guess. The man she knew as Crow, that presented Himself to her in a light that many did not see had found someone. She only hoped and prayed that the Priest Kings would forget about the Killer named Crow and allow Him to live His life out in peace and in love. Perhaps the PK’s would remember how they had taken His family from Him originally. As He waved and turned away from her, she watched His obsidian cloak flutter in the wind. He served His caste well it was time for Him to serve himself and allow love back into His heart. Perhaps a reminder that perhaps she needed to work harder as a better slave and realize her own postion was just as precarious. She knew what she had sacrificed for love and it had made all the difference in her life. Crow , PK willing would know the same. Offering for the last time her farewell blessing for the Killer,” May the shadows You see be Your own Master..” She would pray that indeed they would only be His own

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Schuldig (part 2)

Posted in Black Caste, Mastery with tags Eve, lust, Tanye on March 6, 2010 by crow1971

Crow notices Snow leave and turns to Tanye who lay before his feet. “Rise slave, show me this tent of Snow.”he tells her while he ponders if it was safe enough to stay. He watched Snow go inside and shrugs lightly. There had been enough hostility between them and Snow had more reason to kill him than perhaps any other. The marks he had killed were hardly in a position to come for vengeance and Crow had been quite sure to never leave many witnesses to his deed.

Crow’s thoughts faded when he followed the slave and his eyes travel over the perfect curves she so tauntingly exposed to his view. The tent dark made him stop in his track to give his eyes time to adjust to the dark. “Shadows that hide you.” he mutters softly when he started to look around to see what comforts were in the tent. The furs surely used often, seemed to be piled up highly. Crows grins at the thought of Snow using the slave until she was screaming the birds from the trees nearby. It hadn’t been the rough soil that had made her cry, that much he could figure now.

Crow didn’t speak when the slave whimpered before him, soft pleads up to him. A flick of his fingers, made it quite clear what his intentions were with her. Watching her crawl on all fours to the furs, he started to carefully unwrap himself from the many weapons he carried. Each one he held with the up most care, after all his life had depended on each of them all to often. He made sure that each of them were in reach if needed and the hidden dagger that seemed his life partner he placed next to him when he settled next to the slave.

Crow was pleased that the dark kept her in the shades, perhaps visualizing her to be the pleasure slave he owned or perhaps the girl Sparrow he had sold before she was able to gain more of him as he feared her love more than he had any other opponent. “The priest kings are cruel, slut.” he had hissed when he was ready.

Crow wasn’t a tender lover, roughly and with the sureness of a man that just took his pleasure had not waited and taken her. It had been long that he had allowed himself the weakness of his own flesh. His mouth raped hers while he didn’t seem to be concerned about her readiness. If she was still the wanton slut he had known her for all this time, he doubted she wouldn’t be. With the softness of her skin against his, their mutual sweat as this lubricant that made their movements smooth and almost like this fluent union of lust, his moment had come rather quickly. The overwhelming feeling of his release that had been captured within him for this long, his groans and lustful growls of pleasure had cried out the name of his love: “Eve !!!!!”

Crow unaware of his cries for the woman that had come closer than even his own daughter Rose had been, had pushed the slave from him uncaring if she had her share of pleasure or release. He wasn’t bothered by anything she might desire or think of what had happened. He had turned on his back and allowed himself this moment rest, before he would head off before the day would again start. He wouldn’t stick around for some ‘social breakfast’ there were a few people to see before he would turn his back and walk from what he hoped others would see as going from the face of this planet.

To be continued

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Schuldig (part 1)

Posted in Black Caste, Mastery with tags love, Snow, Tanye on March 5, 2010 by crow1971

This is the last episode of the killer known as Crow …

Crow tortured by the feelings that had washed over him the past weeks, had left Ayr without telling anyone about his departure. It wouldn’t be forever, he had justified himself. The sale of his slave sparrow, the feelings that the lady Eve in Ayr had stirred him in great length and all seemed to indicate something within him was changing. Had he grown soft ? Started he to show signs of weakness ?

The haunting voices inside his head had made him step upon the ship and departing to Tyros, but even there they never silenced. Crow was to much killer to know the consequences if he would drop to his desires for love and companionship. Yet there was something in his mind; if he was able to find a safe haven for them to grow old together, he might finally let those voices rest. Perhaps he had grown to old to be the Master Assassin that many held him for.

He had, perhaps to keep busy and his mind occupied traveled to all kind of places and finally had found a little cottage in the Northernwoods far from any city that would perhaps discover his true name and caste. He could perhaps stay here … grow old as the voices as demons were telling him. When he had returned to Ayr, he had searched for Eve. Told her about his plans and without any time to consider it all she had accepted and would prepare for this journey that would make him vanish of the face of the planet, or make it seem that way.

While she was starting to prepare Crow had to keep busy, perhaps excited by the prospect of leaving … or perhaps guilty for failing his caste he took the task to explore a camp near Laura. His spies had told him there was seen a fire burning and Crow wanted to know who occupied this seemingly deserted camp.

[23:43] Crow stepped up, of course he had seen him from the distance his eyes narrowed “Like a true coward … hiding ?” he said growling low.

[23:43] Malikai Alecto’s eyes lift calmly to the other man, giving a nod toward tanye. ‘Hiding? In a known camp, in the open… if you all such a thing, hiding.’

[23:44] Alana Quicksand gasps as the familiar voice perces the darkness, the firelight wamrs her, though her body trembles, shivering in the firelight

[23:45] Crow nods “Many have believed this was a deserted camp … why would one think an known killer would venture here … if it weren’t for my spies that seemed to have spotted movement it might have been overlooked.” he said glancing to Tanya “I am sure your Master isn’t aware of your questionable loyality ?” he snarls.

[23:46] Malikai Alecto lifts his shoulder in a shrug. ‘Deserted… it is far better than a city, to my opinion and my desires at the moment. Your spies should do a better job. I have had the fire lit for weeks.’

[23:48] Alana Quicksand kneels close to the snowy Master, as lips part, eyes darting back and forth between the two men…”My Master, I have not seen him…I have been kept here, with …him, for so long, I-I do not know how ling it has been.” a soft whimper as she rubs the bruises from her frequent use…her eyes seeking the Master she had known in the village for so long, wondering if he caught her meaning

[23:49] Crow waved his hand dismissively “Don’t flatter yourself Snow … your not that important nor is a movement in a camp.” he remarks dryly. His own plans for moving out of Ayr with Eve were crossed because of this … as he had hoped to spend atleast two days here in hiding before heading off more deeper into the woods. He turns to Tanye his demeanor showed something was different about the man he now had become … tormented by demons of his own cold heart … “I see …”he merely offers as to dismiss the fact of her presence here.

[23:52] Malikai Alecto snorts. ‘You are the one prone to self-flattery, Crow, you always were. Come, sit… unless you are too powerful now for the hospitality of mere Killer, who is no longer Master Assassin of anywhere. Ah, and to make it a violation of codes, all around…’ One hand dips to his belt, drawing forth a small pebble, flicking it toward Crow as he speaks, his voice dripping with sarcasm. ‘I have taken a homestone. You may have it, if you like.’ His usual good humor is nowhere to be found. ‘So, shall we set aside these stupid differences, Brother, or shall we go on as we have for so long, to first blood or all the way to last this time?’

[23:55] Alana Quicksand drops her gaze to Snow’s boot, her own worth as a slave had ended she knew when Snow had kept her…her Master would think that she had run off she was sure. Looking up to Snow she begs softly, “May I offer service to the Master?” looking at the full cup of blackwine Snow had she was sure that he needed nothing at this time.

[23:56] Crow shook his head “In your mind I might be that one your bescribing … but I never underestimated anyone … not even you … you should know by now.” he stepped aside when the pebble was trown, eventhough Crow had been facing the darkest of times … he still had some humor when he finaly grins “I am not here to vengence or to continue afairs I feel have already been addressed.” he took a seat “But it isn’t hard to guess why you have taken up residence here … rumors go rapidly … – brother -. ” as if he wanted to give some hint to his knowledge.

[23:59] Malikai Alecto flicks his finger toward Tanye, head jerking toward Crow in silent command. Icey violet eyes lift to Crow’s form as he speaks, his tone as patient as ever. ‘Rumors of my death, I am sure, if things I arranged have gone to plan. However, if there are other rumors as to why I would be in Laura… I would truly enjoy hearing them. So please, do enlighten me as to the supposed cowardice smeared upon my name now.’

[23:59] Alana Quicksand remains within a hare’s breath of his boot, as she had been since the moment he had taken her from her trip to Laura. Snow had not allowed her a moment out of his sight since that time, keeping her chained when he slept, so she could not return to Sarus with his location. As she lifs to sweep over toward Crow she realizes that this is the first time she has been farther than a sword’s length from Snow as she rushes to Crow’s side

[0:00] Alana Quicksand softly breaths, “we have fresh milk, Master”

[0:02] Crow had rested his eyes on Tanye a slave that had shown the understanding of the deepness of slavery. A slave that had become a true asset to his caste brother of that he was sure. He turns to her his eyes just seem to soften for a brief moment when he nodded to her offer. She had remembered and he hadn’t expected anything less. “That it will be than.” he replied turning to Snow slowly “Your death … ah yes … for those fools that call them selves keepers of the safety of a city … little is needed to convince them of that kind of fact … however … I am sure you and I are to long on this planet to let us be fooled that easy.” he tipped his head in the direction of Laura “You know I am a man of facts … so … why Laura ?” he asks …

[0:05] Alana Quicksand listens to the voices she had known for so long and so well, serving them in the small village..her voice like the winde through the trees that surround them sighs, “yes Master’ as she rushes to find his bidding. her face turns once more to look back and forth between the two before beginning her task.

[0:05] Malikai Alecto’s gaze flicks to Tanye’s form, the bruises that decorated her a testament to the depth of his frustration, exorcised upon her slender form at his merest whim. His lips curved into a smile that could only be described as brutal as his gaze lifts to Crow once more. ‘Tell me, how is Rose? Still free?’ He does not directly answer the question, though his words might give some answer indirectly, never one to speak bluntly when his need to protect something precious to him was involved, a rare thing indeed.

[0:10] Crow arches a brow while he pulled down his mask, to regard Snow. Knowing him this long had it’s advantages as he knew how the man’s brain worked. But he wasn’t a fool … he suspected that Snow had the same advantage to him if it was needed. With the mentioning of his daughter …. his heart twisted in his chest … the haunting spirits of what he had thought to be a cold heart had made him understand it was far from the truth. Crow … the merciless killer had a heart and it had beaten strong for his daughter, his slave sparrow and with the love for Eve it had broken down on him “She is well from what I gather from my informants.” he tried to respond casually “Is that woman … Ceri in Laura … ?” he asks when he narrows his eyes as to read the facial expression of Snow.

[0:11] Alana Quicksand slides back to the Master’s side, suppressing the slight groan as as she folds her battered body into the graceful serving slave that she tried so hard to be, even now as she watches the Master’s closely, wondering if by some chance she can slip away while they are conversing on some pretext…lifting the vessal high above her head she softly intones,”your milk Master, it is my sincerest wish that it brings you health, as much as this one is thrilled to see you again, she is hoping that she has please you and in so doing has honored her Master”

[0:13] Crow turns to the lovely slave and reached for the vessel, his eyes roam her while he notices every bruise upon her. He regarded her with no shame … as a true master that assesses a slave on it’s beauty and attitude. She hadn’t yet dissapointed him much and while he took it his fingers brushed hers softly. A sign he used to show she had done well. “Is this your doing?” he asks snow while he indicated the slave and her signs of beatings.

[0:15] Malikai Alecto shrugs once more, lifting the paga bowl filled with blackwine to his lips, taking a long pull from it. ‘I enslaved Ceri, after she betrayed me. I left her collared and unattended in Salernum.’ He lifted a hand to indicate the city behind them. ‘My reasons for being here… are of another kind. There is a slavegirl, belonging to the administrator, her training amuses me to see.’ He spoke the words calmly, his own scarf now left to dangle around his neck, having dropped it down to drink. ‘Aye, it is my doing. Though it is doubtless not what you assume. It is not from beating her…it is from using her. I do not have to beat women, and believe you me, Crow… she dares not complain. She squirms well for me.’

[0:19] Alana Quicksand moans softly at his familiar touch …his fingers brushing over hers as familliar as her own skin. Hearing Snow’s words, the color rushes to her cheeks, painting her as the slut she is known by both of them, a toss of her long fine hair and her eyes seek Snow’s now uncovered features …for a change nt loaming over hers in the throws of…well as much passion as any Assassin will show. she remains at Crows boot, wondering if she will be dismissed, if she will have her chance…not knowing if her Masgter woujld kill her when she returned, but still, the need to be there..beyond anything she could have thought possible. And so, in silence, she waits.

[0:20] Crow frowns “I heard rumors about a young lady that was left in guard of the admin. “he ponders while he digged into his memory “Marcos … I believe he is called … a man long in his seat … quite remarkable for that station.”he muses … and it was true … for sure these two killers knew how easy a life would be taken of a ubar or admin due to the jealousy of others and the coin paid to serve their intentions. “I ve heard of this slave … “he replies … while suddenly something seemed to make contact in Crows brain … “She reminded me ….” he faces Snow … his eyes show his question … Crow wasn’t one for guessing games … but the thought he was having was rather odd. He nods to his answer of Tanye “She is a hot and needy a slave … I am sure she hasn’t failed to please you … as she never has done me.” with the last he glances to the slave … he did remember that night in Cardonicus well … even if his high numbers of fucks with slaves perhaps made her believe otherwise.

[0:26] Malikai Alecto’s eyes lift from the fire to Crow, acknowledgment of Crow’s question given with a simple nod, an answer as well before he speaks softly. ‘Her mother called her Luci. She has my good looks and Brooke’s natural charm. She is so charming in fact that she threw a goblet at the head of a free man, and later, from what I hear, a book at the head Markos himself. Doubtless it is a good match. He is as stubborn as she is.’ His eyes lower to Tanye, giving a nod. ‘My only complaint is that she is prone to screaming too loudly in her yielding. I often have to gag her to make sure she does not arouse suspicions. She sounds like a kur is eating her. But once stifled, she performs well enough.’

[0:31] Crow nods when his guess is turned in actual fact, rumors about the stubborness of the admin had reached his ears … Crow wasn’t judgmental when it came to men that took positions in cities, he only studied them as pottential marks … as often those were eventually paid for. He grins darkly at the mentioning of Tanye … remembering her screams for more when he took her for his use on the table of the tavern in Cardonicus. The mere thought stirred things inside of him, besides a killer he was still a man with natural needs. It had been long but soon he would have his again. “Childeren can be quite a challange Snow … I as no other know of this … “he replied …. his voice showing perhaps something Crow had become …

[0:34] Alana Quicksand’s thoughts drift to a time in Cardonicus, before the rivers had taken it from Gor…of the time wen the Master had taken her, a sinple village girl, with his own salve and used them both in the tavern while the free women left in a huff! The smiles that skittered over her lips at the memory of the Master and his lovely girl. Her brow lifts in query at the very thought, grumbling in her head about Master’s that never seem to know what they want, noise, no noise ow can a girl keep track when he rmind and body are elsewhere? Kur indeed. Her placid features do not betray her thoughts, though the color that deepens over her skin from head to toe betrays the fact that she is aware of the Master’s words, At the mention of Brooke, she offers a soft assent to his assessment of her personality. “The Mistress is always so soft spoken and kind, Master, until she percieves that she is provoked.’ Feeling Corws eyes upon her , her body responds so naturally it is without thought that the silken thighs spread even wide, back arches moer gracefully, she presents herself to him as the slut she is and the slut her Master has encouraged her to be. Serving the caste as if her life depends upon it, as surely ..it does.

[0:35] Malikai Alecto’s eyes narrow at the change in tone, his own growing icey in the next instant. ‘Do not think for a moment that the girl is not expendable. She, as much as anyone in this world, can be gone with only one stroke of my dagger, and it will be so if it comes to that.’ His eyes narrow a bit, his shoulders squaring. ‘You have grown weak, Crow… youlet your emotions creep into your tone. Best to watch yourself or it will be your throat that is next cut. I would regret having to see that happen.’ His eyes drop to Tanye. ‘Return to my boot, beast. You have been gone from it long enough.’

[0:39] Crow seemed to echo the expression of snow when his own eyes narrow “You sound like me … Snow … you might be able to hide in a camp as deserted as this … tell me words of childeren we can take with our own daggers as if we don’t care and yet you are here … seeing to her … are you not ?!” he replied coldly “What I am is without a doubt a killer that has served his caste for a long time … never have I gone missing … never have I faultered the tasks set to me.” his voice grew louder as if he was perhaps justifying himself along the way “I have trained many candidates … seen to it that they would be true assets to the caste that has given me fortune and taken any chance of peace …. ” he lifted his chin as if in to make a point “Don’t pretend it never tires you the same as it does me.”

[0:40] Alana Quicksand’s lips tighten for a moment as her eyes close to keep him from seeing her rolling them, her chance obviously gone. Floating to her feet drifting over to Snow’s side, she slips as close to him as possible without interfering with the possibility of his swift movement if it was needed, just as she had been trained..the warmth of his leg eminates through the cloth of his pantsleg to her cheek as she presses her lips to his thigh as he had taught her to do, breathing “yes Master”

[0:45] Malikai Alecto chukles dryly. ‘Of course it tires me, Crow. Why else would I fake my own death and walk away with nothing but my steel and enough coin to get me by? Of course I grow weary, I was exhausted. Don’t fool yourself into thinking I am here for the girl. She is a pleasurable diversion of my attention when I am not engaged in my trainee’s sessions. But it does not matter so much to be whether she lives or dies, no more than it matters to me whether Tanye here lives or dies.’ His voice holds a note of honesty, as though his innate compassion had finally died, seemingly having switched perspectives with Crow by some natural progression of events. ‘Aye, it tires me, but their lives mean very little. If you think that it is not so, then you delude yourself. None of them…’ He jerks his head toward the city as his hand moves to rest in Tanye’s hair. ‘Are worth more than a handful of gold.’

[0:49] Crow frowns hearing the words of his partner in crime during training, the irony of them being together in a city they had visited during it. The time had been pleasent and without much knowledge about the heartships that would follow after their acceptance within the caste. Both had worked hard, gained ranks quickly. He knew there had been voices about their reputation and the gold they both owned was more than enough sign that many feared to be their next target. “What I believe … or guess is of little importance … I am a man of facts and they seem rather plain.” he shrugs as if to dismiss the topic at hand, afterall if Crow would be honest it was his own torment at this given time. “So your training … he must have some talent … as I know our standards have gone high.”

[0:51] Alana Quicksand lifts to press against his fingers, head lolling to his hand so naturally as her whimper that escapes her parted lips floats over the crackling fire to Crow…eyes now closed in passion that were only moments before hiding her thoughts from him…all thought now driven from her in her slave’s need. Turning within the curve of his hand to press full lips to his palm. Teeth scrapping lightly over his skin. her mind drifts to the trainee she had seen and teased with the sounds that came from Snow’s tent each night, wondering what torments the young Master had suffered in hearing them.

[0:54] Malikai Alecto rises from the log, fingers drifting to Tanye’s hair, gripping it tightly as he drags her with him, reaching for the too-heavy chain used to secure her, clipping it to her collar. ‘The lad shows promise. Though he is prone to great cruelty, even by our standards. That is something however, he will learn to use to his advantage.’ He gripped Tanye by the hair tightly for a moment before tossing her toward Crow’s feet. ‘You may have her for the night, take my tent. I will sleep in Adlai’s.’

(to be continued)

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Using rank

Posted in Black Caste with tags captain, honour, Master Assassin, pride on December 21, 2009 by crow1971

Most know the lonely killer, lurking in the shadows. The one that doesn’t sit down for pleasant conversations about the weather or the new bought slave. They have this tendency to only be there, listening and observing while others seem to busy them selves with things of ordinary life. This vision of a killer, might suit me when you encounter me in the streets of Salernum, Laura, Lydius or any other place a mark might take me.

However when I am in the comfort of the compound you might see a more relaxed man, one that might joke, tells stories. A man that feels the same amount of pride in his new bought slave, or accomplished task. The compound is a well organized place, where each knows his place, the slaves busy with the things that need to be done, candidates do their study or work on their progression.

To keep this place organized we keep a very strict order on discipline and rank. The Master Assassin our general, that delegates and gives a final say in the decisions that need to be made. The captain that again delegates, works on several things to keep order in what at times seems chaos. He might be the one that knows of what goes on, sees to it that only the important matters reach the Master Assassin and is there to teach candidates or guides them to those killers that can.

A rank has it’s privileges, but also the heartship. The Master Assassin, lots of scrolls, political issues to deal with and me the one that sees a candidate overstep his lines or a killer behaving poorly. Things that will be addressed and not with velvet gloves. The times a candidate was simply beaten to unconsciousness because he ordered paga, to many to count. The Killer beaten with sticks for falling in love and acting out on those feelings in an ill manner to large to even count on my fingers.

We are all human, making mistakes and those will not be covered by silk but will be exposed and dealt with in the same order and discipline.

I always strive to be fair, straight forward, perhaps harsh and demanding but nevertheless fair. I don’t try to be guided by my own feelings of anger, disappointment or disliking. Everyone that will cross lines that I have set will see the same treatment or so I hope.

Aware of my harsh reputation, aware of my mindplay, aware of my bad jokes, aware of what still has remained as this believe in honour and also aware of the burden of using a rank.

Gold and Steel

Crow

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