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Ink before dawn [Part 4]

Posted in Ink before dawn, Uncategorized on June 19, 2025 by crow1971

Belle had received the letter, given by the same boy that carried the smile of innocence. She dared not to ask him of the man who wrote such words to her. Words that had brought yet a smile to her lips, a spring to her step abd for once in a very long time a new reason to breath perhaps?

She found herself sitting on the bench that sat at the top of the cliffs over lookimg the rough waters. The stars mapped out above her as if tracing the lines from one heart to a other, a string that binded them together.

My moon,

I’ve given you a name this night as I sit under the star lit sky, the moon shining its soft beam down along the waves below, guiding my hand as the in flows upon the paper, that paper that I am now touching and you soon will touch if the God’s once again allow.

You speak of being unworthy, but to me you are proving to be worthy. I not have the easiest path that has been paved that ive walked. I’ve lost love, or what I thought was love. I lost a child, one who I cherished more then myself. My family separated and off on their adventures while I sit here alone….till you. I’ve been given a reason to smile, to bring air into my lungs. You say we’ve met in the village, a village that ive met many upon the docks. Still unknown on who you are, how is it I feel my heart beat again for someone I know not of, how is it that ive been told the brightness in my eyes have again returned. I dare to think the God’s are playing a trick on me, they laugh at my longing. Or am I to love from afar because if its close they will be taken from me. These are things ive thought of often, more so now then ever.

Your words have brought a sense of purpose to me. A sense of reason. So even if I never lay my hues upon yours, or touch your hand, witness the smile upon your face. Your words are enough.

My moon, dont be ashamed of the road you’ve traveled. Be proud. You are the man you are because of that road. Cherish it, embrace it.

And know when you wake each day, and sleep each night that you are cherished and adored, know that there is someone who longs to feel your breath upon her skin, to feel your arms around her. That someone is me! I will be looking at the moon when the height of darkness meets the rays the moon gives off. Perhaps if you look then too, we will know some where out there we are both at the same place at the same time.

I plan to visit my brother soon and my best friend his wife. If you go sometime with out hearing from me its because im there and have not recieved anything from you. I plan to tell the boy whom delivers yours where I will be so that they can be passed on. I not think I can go too long with out one now. Ive included a bit of myself, I dont have gems or treasures but only a piece of me.

Yours through the night rays, Belle

PS…you mention a friend, perhaps they are also a friend if mine?

She then took her dagger and cut off a piece of her sunkissed locks, tieing it with the same lilac ribbon. Her hair. She also took some ramberry dye along her lips and pressed them to the paper, leaving behind a kiss for him to take with him always. Perhaps if the letter wasnt handled too much he would get a scent of again lilac that was sprinkled on the paper as well. Rolling it up and tieing it with the same ribbon, a color of her own. Finding the boy and handing it off in hopes he would recieve it.

As the letter arrived he could tell by the lilac ribbon it came from her. This time he would take his time. Perhaps afraid of what might be in it. As she asked more of him, he knew the risk of losing it were high. In his cabin he would write. He doubted it was in true secrecy as he had been asking for more papyrus. Niamh had observed him, but had not asked him as to why. But for some reason he believed her far more observant than most would give her credit for. In truth he was sure that there was far more to this woman than Portus dared to tell him. Even if their friendship was rock solid.

The lilac ribbon he tied around his wrist. A constant reminder of the woman that had captured the one honorable man that for some odd reason still lived in his heart. As he started to read his brow raised in question and in doubt.

[04:40] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) came in his brows knitted together as he was contemplating things that were far more serious than his expression normally would show. “Greetings Portus.” he offered. He looked about “This is rare .. to find you alone .. in here.” it was only an observation – no judgment. “Do you have a moment ?” he asks.

[04:44] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): smiles warmly seeing his friend appear although noting he still held the disposition that had indicated he had not been himself for a little while…”of course my friend….Niamh is in the fields an i am only at my papers…you look grave does something trouble you?”

[04:46] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) would again look about himself as to ensure they were alone. “Can we walk ?” he asks. “There has been something that is on my mind and …” he paused. “Perhaps I should ..” he did not end his sentence. “Did I see correct that you invited your entire familly ? Do you know who is to come ?”

[04:48] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): stands a little concerned yet willing to listen to his good friend who had many times listened to him….”come we shall walk to the fishing lake” clasps his arm in a comforting manner and heads out of his ofice

[04:49] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) nodded “Good.” he replied as he would follow his lead.

[04:51] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): relaxes enjoying the sound of the water and waits on Silas…clearly there was something troubling him

[04:52] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) had been quiet during the walk. And as they finally took a seat he leaned backwards. “Do you remember that day when I came to the shores of Hart for the first time?” he asks. The lilac ribbon around his wrists was just briefly touched. As he too stared over the water. Trying to find something to focus upon. Not yet in the mind to truly face his friend. “I met your sister there.” he would cuts a glance now to Portus as to see how this would land.

[04:56] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): “how could i forget you were bringing me Runa…that day is etched in my mind forever….not only did i gain an exceptional bond but a good friend and dare i say brother?” smiles at the recollection….”I do believe Belle was there also”…makes a motion for the man to continue as he seemed to be struggling to say something

[05:01] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) chuckles when Runa was mentioned.”yes … if I had known ..” he teased. This time a little more boy’ish than normal. “Yes, I can’t even imagine this doing without you. And you can call me anything. I just try to live up to it.” he stated. He again searched for words. “I met her in the bakery. I think it wasn’t all that long after her and Magnus. Niamh told me their tragic story.” he shared. “Now … I know of this code .. this code not to pursue a sister of a friend. So … ” he paused again “I did not … But ever … ” he would now bring his hands in fists as if beating himself up for this weak attempt to speak of his heart. “How would you feel if I … would try to court her if she would want me ?”

[05:05] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): feels a natural joy bring a smile to my face….”did i not just call you brother?….she has a soft spot for you which is easy to see…but i must ask how in earnest over this matter….her heart has been crushed too many times for me not to consider this as a father would”

[05:09] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) smiled as Portus gave something he considered his approval “I have been writing her letters. Anonymous as I didn’t have the guts to expose myself instantly. I never felt this before.” he admitted. “I had plenty of woman. As you know Carlotta .. if it weren’t for that thrall … I might never truly have seen the extend of these feelings.” he pondered “Did you ever consider my past or how I made my fortune ?”

[05:13] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): “it’s a subject i waited for you to broach as what i saw in you i judged to be honourable and the rest would come if you wished to relate it….you are by no means a saint …who of is are…and no doubt have left many women in the wake of the storm crow so if you say you are serious in your pursuit of my sister i will take you at your word”

[05:18] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) understood in these moments why there had been formed a deep friendship. Portus was a man that was reasonable, dealing with things on face value. “I do not share much of my past. As it is paved with events that would not make me the best mate in this world. In fact I would be the man most mothers would warn their daughters for. That fortune was made over the corpses of others.” he shared.

I never saw myself as the type that would court an honest woman. I mean Belle did have her share or grief. Would I not be another that is eventually setting her up for more ?”

He paused “Either way … I think it is best that I will not be here when all your family members meet up. Say I am on a trip to Victoria or some other destination. I am not yet ready to truly face her.”

[05:23] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): finally understood wht the question had now been asked earlier…”you know that Elodi will be very disappointed if you are not here?”…..takes a moment to reflect….”you say you have written her letters?”…puts up a hand…”please i do not wish to know the contents better for a brother not to know but if you cannot be here how are you going to let her know it was you and how would you know her response?….”i will happily say whatever you wish but is this not a good opportunity?”

[05:27] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) chuckled “Elodi.” he echo’d. “She is quite the firecracker.” he mused with amusement. “She might be a handful for her father, but she has become a remarkable young woman. Who ever she ends up with is one lucky bastard. But one that with one step outside what is acceptable will be a dead man walking.” he replied.

“No I can’t face all your family members and tell her it was me.” he replied. “I truly couldn’t deal with the embarrassment if she rejects me.” he sighed. “This is no … casual fling, Portus. I think I truly lost my heart to her.”

[05:31] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): looks surprised as this is the first time that he had appeared thus…”you know if i didn’t think you were then i could not give my blessing for she is all i have left as the others have scattered now….but you must know one way or the other for this maudlin mood is not good for you. How would it be if i spoke to her when she comes and save you that embarassment?”

[05:34] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) tried to reason the words he shared. “She started to ask more and more questions about my identity in her replies. “Perhaps you can talk to her about this. See if she might have hopes on who it might be ? If she thinks it is someone else ?” he would frown. than.

“Try to speak to her about it. But please be discrete. Will you ?”

[05:36] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): “you can trust me on discretion…brother….i hold many secrets already…i will take a walk around the land with her and ‘sound her out’ but i am sure you must be on her mind”

[05:38] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) laughs “Yes, well perhaps as this annoying bug she wants to crush.” he jested. Getting back in a more normal state of mind. “I know I can trust you, Portus. As I said … I leave all I have here for you if ever something happens to me.”

[05:41] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): “how could anything happen to you…you are invincible!”….smiles as bahirah appears always a welcome sight

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Ink before dawn [Part 5]

Posted in Ink before dawn on June 18, 2025 by crow1971

[07:48] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): “oh what a lovely surprise…Belle!….extends my arms for an embracee

[07:48] Belle Stromberg (bellewhitlocke): Arriving to the land where her brother lived and pushed the scroll of the name down in her pouch, Walking along the docks she turned the corner and there he was. Smiling wide.. “Portus” she says as she rushes to his arms and hugs him so tight…”Tis good too see you”

[07:49] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): “it has been tooo long….gives her a loving kiss to her cheek….how are he buns?”

[07:50] Belle Stromberg (bellewhitlocke): she looks up and smiled as she steps back “Aye it has been, the buns are making my worth, How is the family, Niamh the kids, Ive missed you all so much”

[07:53] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): “Niahm has been working hard with preparing meals…..as you may guess Elodi remains spirited”…puts a hand to my forehead and shakes it….”a fathers nightmare but it seems she is thriving….Caspian is less in touch than i would like but the last i heard he was prospering”

[07:55] Belle Stromberg (bellewhitlocke): she laughs as she looks about then back to him again “Niamh is always a busy bee, and Elodi, well just let her thrive, dont hold her back too much..Besides i do believe that child has always been one to get your goat going..she reminds me alot of myself when i was younger” she shakes her head “Caspian has always been a loner, kinda like you in that time of your youth.. I recall being little and the parents worried about you on your off adventures.. so sounds as if your Children are doing just as they should be” she winks and kisses his cheek.

[07:57] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): places a protective arm around her shoulder….”come see how we now have a lake to fish and there is a matter i need to discuss with you”

[08:01] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): [07:58] Belle Stromberg (bellewhitlocke): canting her head up towards him..”A matter, Portus ive been sticking to my own, i have not caused any trouble or grief, i speak to no one, so whatever the matter is i didnt do it, but show me this lake anyway”

[08:00] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): smiles as she repeats the answer to everything ever since she could talk…..”i’ve nay hear any bad of you so nothing to worry about”

[08:02] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): spies his mate in the shed and Pauses…”look who has come to visit”

[08:02] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) spied Belle from where she was and instantly moved towards her. “Belle!!!”

[08:04] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) wrapped her aarms around her. Checking for any cuts and bruises. “Waht a lovely surprise … or shall I say how wonderful you have come !” she would look back to Portus. Her eyes lit up with love and adoration. “Thankfully all is done in time. Are you showing Belle the lake ?”

[08:05] Belle Stromberg (bellewhitlocke): She smiled and hugged her dearest friend “Niamh!!!! i couldnt stay away any longer, i had to come and visit, ive missed you all so much”

[08:07] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) laughs “Well I was about to ask Silas to take me to you or have him bring you here.” she answers. “It has been way too long.”

[08:07] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): “aye there will have been some changes since she was last here”

[08:09] Belle Stromberg (bellewhitlocke): laughs “Silas, Have i met him?” she asks then looks about to the couple..”you two bring such joy to this old heart, im so happy for you both” she hugs her friend again as if savoring the moment a bit longer then normal..”Its been too long”

[08:10] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) nodded “Oh yes some changes indeed.” she would look over her shoulder. “I need to finish a few things. Shall I bring some refreshments to the lake ? ” she asks.

[08:11] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): “come let us talk then you can both catch up”…smiles as his mate as usual sees to everyones needs…”that would be perfect..I think i would like some Ale”

[08:15] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): “I hope you are hungry …as you can see Niamh has not stinted”

[08:16] Belle Stromberg (bellewhitlocke): laughs..”When does she, i not one for an appetite as of late but ill munch on something after the sea leaves me settled enough to eat something…This place is beautiful”

[08:18] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): “then come enjoy the peace of the lake ’tis a quiet spot to talk”

[08:20] Belle Stromberg (bellewhitlocke): She followed and sat down on the chair warming byh the fire “so what be so important that cant wait.. ” shed look over to him

[08:22] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): strokes his beard as he considers the best way to broach the subject and decides to come right to the point….”I hear you have been in the receipt of some letters?”

[08:24] Belle Stromberg (bellewhitlocke): Well that isnt what she was expecting, in face she became a bit angry “You what?” she asks..”Do you have spies on me, do you not think i can handle being alone Portus.. You know at some point in time you will have to learn that i dont need to be coddled, im not the little girl that you once knew. I cant believe you have spies on me..” she grew more upset by the moment. “If i recieve letters then that be of my business not yours”

[08:27] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): holds up my hands in a calming gesture fully expecting this reaction…..”do you think i would stoop as low as that….and when was i ever able to protect you where you were not fully capable yourself….you would never allow me to offer any comfort even when you were hurt…but please…trust me on this and tell me”

[08:30] Belle Stromberg (bellewhitlocke): With her arms folded across her chest she glared at him, He was her oldest brother and she respected him for that but she was also taught to do things on her own. “Then how else would you know off the letters, the only way is if you had spies on me. You might not of been allowed to be close when i was hurt but you were always there off in the distance watching over me, so why do you think i would believe this time to be different. Im fine Portus, my bakery is making it and im living day by day on my own”

[08:33] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): looks at her and takes pause….”I believe the letters were anonymous and as father is absent it falls on me t be aware of what is going on with our family….the fact that they are anonymous is concerning”

[08:35] Belle Stromberg (bellewhitlocke): Oh he was really digging in deep now..”And how do you know this, How does this effect you in any way. So i have recieved a few letters from someone i dont know.. They are scratched words on paper is all for most but for me they have reason. there be no reason to be concerned. I want the spies called off Portus or im moving and you will never see me again. I will …. Just call them off”

[08:38] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): “hush and calm now…..maybe what i know of this matter may benefit you”….takes her hand in his…”think carefully and tell me if you suspect who these could be from…no doubt you have many admirers but you always have….surely there is some thought on your part who this could be?”

[08:41] Belle Stromberg (bellewhitlocke): Knew she wasnt getting out of anything with him so took a few deep breaths her hand went to her wrist where one of the ribbons that held the letter of such words were tied around it. It calmed her as a sense of closeness. “I not know who they are from. The man said he saw me at the village of our old lands, Once on the docks. that is all i know. i know nothing else of the person. “

[08:44] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): “you have no suspicions….it seems that you made quite an impression for him to take these steps”….sees the ribbon making the connection as to where it came….”i don’t think it comes from a Northern man…he would be far more direct and it seems he has his own vessel and there is only one instance i know of that fit the circumstances”

[08:47] Belle Stromberg (bellewhitlocke): she looks at him a bit confused…”Own vessel, how do you get that from me receiving a few letters, It is more then likely some man who is after something,m i dont know i have nothing to offer anyone.” she then looked to him. “You dont have spies yet you know of the letters, seems you have secrets brother and i suggest you tell me of them and tell me now

[08:48] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): “the man i speak of is Silas….the time he brought me Runa…you were there I know and i know you appreciated his charms”

[08:53] Belle Stromberg (bellewhitlocke): She thought for a moment “I not know of this Silas, so this man… this man be a friend of yours.. brings you bonds ..Is this something you had your friend do, keep an eye out on little sis, feel bad for her that she be this old and alone.. Is this your way of…” tears began to roll down her eyes. “tis it not funny how you know who this man be but yet i dont. This man be somehone who Niamh mentions to bring her to visit me or i here. ” she shook her head hurt and just looked offfover the waters

[08:56] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): could hold back no longer …”please do not distress yourself…it is Silas….my business partner….he revealed himself to me and asked if i could see how the land lay and whether you had suspicions but it appears now you do not”

[09:00] Belle Stromberg (bellewhitlocke): She stood up..”Oh im sure it is Silas, im sure you and him whomever it is are having a great laugh at my expense..” she ripped off the ribbon and tossed it into the flames. “this is too far Portus, too far, even for you. I be fine now stop the games, please i beg of you stop!” it was then she looked to Nimah as she came down “It was good to see you again my dear friend. Perhpas keep my brother a bit more busy so him and his friend dont have time to play with others” she was hurt, confused and well now broken. “Ill be on the next serpent off the lands, when will it arrive?”

[09:02] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) carried a tray with a bowl of fruit and a tankard of mead and ale. She approached seeing them in conversation. Trying to read the mood. “I am sorry I kept you both waiting. Things were … well when you need Runa to help she never is there.” Something never changed. As she saw Belle stand and cry and clearly distraught she placed the tray down to stand beside her. “No .. wait .. what is this?” she would look between both of them unaware of anything. “Play ? I doubt he has time … and Silas ?” she looks at Portus in question. “What did he do this time ?” surely Niamh had her thoughts on the man.

[09:05] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): “this is no joke,,,,i have never seen the man so…please sit and drink and let us discuss this”….looks to his mate….”Silas spoke to me on a matter this morn …he has been sending my sister letters of affection anonymously and asked me to try and see what her feelings were if any?”

[09:08] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) tried to digest the words and Belle’s response “Well clearly Belle doesn’t like it. So tell him to stop.” she suggests. “Why does he anonymously ? Trying to win a womans heart for what ? I doubt he needs help in getting a woman ? ” clearly Niamh was overwhelmed.

[09:11] Belle Stromberg (bellewhitlocke): She looked between the two through her tear stained eyes..”You won brother, the letters so perfect, brought light into my dark days, they gave me reason to hope once again. Silly girl you can write me off as.. You and your friend please go play with someone else. I should of known, i should of figured something was admist. Dont you see it as funny that he tells you of his name but not me? you of all people, i have not seen you since the lands fell. Well the laugh is on me i guess”

[09:15] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): “i never saw him so….the man was choking his words finding it difficult to express them….it is true that he is ferocious as he captains the stormcrow and leave women in his wake…..YET….the man has a heart and fears rejection…i made sure he was sincere in his intentions….if you do not feel drawn to the man behind his words then say now and i will relieve him of any misery….i may tease you Belle but on this matter I am in deadly earnest

[09:24] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) looks back to Portus “You mean … ” she would step beside Belle in support and understanding. “So you mean .. Silas .. the captain of the Stormcrow. Who clearly has no issue in having women drop to their knees is truly interested in Belle ? And he … ” she would look to Belle. “Oh by the … now I understand. That is why he needed all that papyrus ?” she knew Portus serious and would take Belle’s hand if she let her. “I think I start to understand what is going on.” she reasons. “Where is Silas ? Can’t you get him and see that he is here to settle this now?” she asks Portus.

[09:27] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): “I had hoped he would be here later to share in our food and drink but he would check first who would be here…he decided to head to victoria although i have never seen him so reluctant to meet a situation like this”

[09:28] Belle Stromberg (bellewhitlocke): reaching up and wiping the tears away from her cheeks, She couldnt even look to her brother, but Niamh when she spoke she raised her orbs to hers..”you mean…” she then looked back to her brother..”This man, this Silas as you call him, is here, upon these lands.. Brother if you love me at all then tell me this is not you, this man those letters, these letters” she reaches in her pouch and pulls them out, the paper clearly being read over and over again, the creases from the folds. She held them not to be read but to be shown..”these letters have given me reason to wake each morning, so iffin the man be here, go and get him. Let him not hide any longer..”

[09:31] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): looks sadly at his sister and holds up his hands…”this is not my work i am merely the messenger ..his agent nothing more…i was merely asked to see your feelings….he is not here and all i hear was him saying he was heading to victoria”

[09:33] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) would wrap her arms around Belle’s shoulder trying to process and see what she could do to support her best friend. As she noted the letters she recognized the handwriting and the papyrus. It was her that had done the work for so he could write. “Well for sure he will return here, Portus ? I mean he can’t stay away for ever. Is that bird of yours … capable ?”

[09:36] Belle Stromberg (bellewhitlocke): She reached up and laid her hand on her sisters arm and listened, she was at a loss for words, the man she dreamed off, the man whos taken over her thoughts and world was part of this land. “bird?” she asked then turned to look at Nimah…”What if he doesnt want to see me, what if he just wants the letters, a purpose, a reason.?” she asked her mind running with thoughts and such so fast like.. she felt ligh headed and leaned back against the chair…”I have to lay eyes upon him Brother, please i have not asked you for anything ever, and this i beg of you.. I have to look upon his eyes “

[09:38] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) would smile “If a man goes through all that effort. There is more to it than just games. I guess it is his way to truly express himself. When you meet him. You must see and understand why. He is a very handsome and charming man. But perhaps his water runs much deeper than I gave him credit for.” she would look to Portus. “Well I let him explain the bird.”

[09:38] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): “yes i believe she is if you wish it”…looks to his sister …”write a note and i will send your namesake with it…i will not add or detract it will be your words only”…..looks seriously now….”i saw a man in love a desperate fear of failure….i felt him sincere and i know it extends past letters”

[09:41] Niamh Strömberg (karlotte.shelman) would look to Belle “You are a good judge of character. Surely a letter can fool, but this many ?” she questions “What do you think? ” she asks.

[09:44] Belle Stromberg (bellewhitlocke): she looked between the two, and could only nod. she sat back down on the chair and pulled out an empty piece she had kept in her pouch for well the voyage over. Scribbling something quickly she rolled it up and handed it to her brother. “Im sorry brother, i just.. i dont know what to think of all this but if you think its worth a shot, then here send this with your bird, ill remain here as i had planed and if he does not return before i set sail then i will know the true man behind the words”

[09:49] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): “hush this was a delicate matter and by the sound of things a shock….drink now and refresh yourself while I set my bird on her way”….makes sure the small parchment is secure and takes the bird in both hands and speaks in an ancient language a little apprehensive as this was her first use but he had been rigourous in her training…..throwing her in the air “fly pretty one”

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Ink before dawn [Part 6]

Posted in Ink before dawn, Silas, Uncategorized on June 17, 2025 by crow1971

My moonlit heartflare,

Once again my fingers betray me, moving faster than my thoughts, rushing these words onto the page with nothing but a fragile hope. I do not know if this ink will echo the warmth of the last ones, or if it will drift to you like a lost whisper in the wind.

Your letters—oh, Belle—your letters were balm to a bruised soul. They touched something raw in me. A heart not used to gentleness, suddenly undone by tenderness. It frightens me, how easily I fracture where you are concerned. And when your letter came to me by the bird—your name upon its wings—I could not ignore the cruel poetry of it.

Belle. I held the scroll as if it burned, fearing what would be within. That perhaps the story we’ve dared write across distance might have found its final period. I was not brave, Belle. Not then, not yet. I left. Like a coward flees the storm, not knowing he’s abandoning the shelter.

You know better than most: life teaches you to bend or break. And I bent—sometimes into shapes I despise. I’ve done things I wouldn’t want carved into stone. Things that echo in my quieter hours, when the moon is absent and the waves grow too loud.

But tomorrow—I ask for your presence. At the dock, as dawn breaks. No disguise, no pretense. Let me be the man who doesn’t run. Let me be the one who stays. Let me hold you and tell you that everything—everything—can begin anew.

Portus gave me his blessing. I now kneel before fate, hoping for yours.

If I could, I’d trade places with the bird who carries this message. I’d fly through the dark with nothing but your name on my wings. Until the light returns,

Yours in trembling hope.

Arriving back home on the docks, walking around in a fog, a daze. As if she had been hit hard in the head, everything spinning and her heart beating uncontrollably put if her chest. She waited at her brother’s lands for the bird to return, which it did but returned empty. Not a note saying ‘wait, im on my way’ nothing. Cold silence the depths of a winters day in the most horrendous freeze cold. Stinging as the icicles pierced through her very heart and soul. Needless to say she wasnt expecting anything from him upon her return home. So when the boy ran up to her and handed her the scroll her heart which was barley beating all but stopped as she opened it and read it. The boy waiting for a return. Pulling out a page from her pouch she wrote only 3 words “ill be there” rolled it up tied it with the ribbon and sent the biy on his way.

She didn’t know how to feel she didn’t know how to react. Before she left her brother’s she found his room and roamed about it. Her fingers glided over the desk she pictured him writing at. They picked up the pillow he laid his head upon and inhaled his scent before placing it back down. She also took off the bracelet that her mother gave her when she was younger, entwining a lilac ribbon through it and laid it back on the desk leaving a note using the paper he used “i not know where we go from here but your carried in my heart always, Belle” leaving and closing the door behind her. She made for her house and would wait for the time to meet him, on the docks at day break. Unable to sleep she paced back and forth, a blue ribbon tied again around her wrist replacing the one she tossed in the fire earlier and the gem he gave her pressed tightly in the plam of her hand. Time was there for her to go to the docks and that is just what she set out to do….

There are moments when fate aligns so precisely, so cruelly, it feels orchestrated. This was one of them. The two men must have sensed it—that shiver in the air, the stage set perfectly in the dusky veil of dawn.

The dock lay quiet, deserted. And there, alone, stood the woman. They moved like shadows stitched into conversation, feigning oblivion. They had mastered this. Predators cloaked in casual banter, their intent hidden. Only those who’d seen it before would have recognized the performance for what it was.

When they drew near, the illusion shattered. In a breath, one seized her from behind—an iron grip clamping over her mouth. The other’s hands were swift, intrusive, scouring her for valuables tucked away. Their touch was rough and aggressive, their presence suffocating.

Belle hadn’t seen it coming. Her mind was elsewhere—on Silas, on whatever promise awaited her.
Not this. Never this. She struggled, not just to break free, but to protect something clutched tightly in her fist. Her resistance wasn’t just desperation—it was defiance. Whatever she held, she guarded it like a sacred ember. More than precious. Maybe even more than her own life.

The men were relentless. When brute force failed, cruelty stepped in. A blade flashed. Cold steel kissed her wrist—not to kill, but to loosen her grip. Pain as persuasion.

They didn’t flinch. Men like them never did. Morality wasn’t part of their vocabulary. They lived for moments like this. Opportunists. Jackals in the dawnlight. They had seen the gem once before, a fleeting glance as she studied it under sunlight, unaware of what she possessed. But they knew. And they would stop at nothing to claim it—not even murder.

Belle was fighting for the prize she was entrusted with, not for value but for something far more important to her. It was given to her from him. One little gem, it could of been a trick and she would of protected it. While she struggled a flash of him, their meeting…she did remember it..in the bakery, that smile had taken her the moment he flashed it. It was him..she began to struggle harder, fighting for her worth, her family and for them. They were too strong. Prayers for her family were now said. For silas….

Silas felt the odds stack against him with every breath. The tide turned traitor, the wind a dead whisper against the Stormcrow’s sails. The vessel crawled rather than cut—a ship bound by fate’s cruel hand.

It was as though the gods themselves conspired to slow him, to ensure he arrived too late. He would’ve thrown himself into the sea if it meant reaching her faster, but even that wouldn’t bridge the distance in time.

When the dock finally rose into view, it was not Belle he saw first. It was the sound that reached him—a scuffle, sharp breaths, a stifled cry. Then the world narrowed. From the corner of his eye, he saw her—Belle—trapped between two men, their intentions carved plainly into their movements. Blood bloomed dark and damning on her wrist, seeping through fabric like a scream.

“Let her go!” His voice cracked across the morning with the force of thunder, the voice of a man who’d led men into battle and returned. But he was too far—too far to make that instant difference.

He jumped and sprinted. “Belle!” he called again, this time a raw edge of fear fraying the command in his tone.

The attackers stopped. Just a beat. A glance. They knew the name, and worse, the man behind it. “Silas,” one spat, panic scraping his throat. But fear didn’t stop them. It hardened them.

The blade flashed—merciless and fast—as the other pried at Belle’s fingers, desperate for the gem she refused to surrender. When her grip held, the choice was made.

One brutal slash. A life, stolen without pause. So quick. So numbingly final.

The type of death that leaves behind silence louder than screams. “I have it!” the second cried, victorious and vile. The gem was his. The woman was gone. “Run!” And they did—cowards with blood on their hands and fire at their heels—leaving Belle to collapse like a broken psalm upon the dock.

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Ink before dawn [Final]

Posted in Ink before dawn on June 16, 2025 by crow1971

A sound tore from Silas’s throat—no word, no command. Just grief unleashed. “NOOOOO!!!”

The choice was there, twisted cruelly in the split-second that followed: chase the thieves and reclaim what they stole, or fall to her side and bear witness to what might be her last breath. There was no deliberation. His boots struck the dock like war drums as he sprinted to her.

He dropped to his knees beside her fallen body, sliding across the blood-slick planks. His hands—those hands that had torn sails and suffocated men—now trembled as they pressed against her throat, trying to seal the wound. Blood poured between his fingers, hot and unforgiving. It was already too late. But his heart refused what his eyes screamed.

He drew her into his arms, cradling her like something sacred. Belle. Soft. Motionless. His tears—never seen by friend or enemy alike—spilled down his cheeks, carving silent trenches into his weather-worn face.

People gathered.

Whispers floated across the dock like ash. “The baker woman…” “It’s that pirate. Surely he’s to blame.” “What do you expect from his kind?”

Silas heard it all—his name, her name, woven into accusation. And somewhere inside, a sickening part of him agreed. Hadn’t he told Portus he was the kind of man mothers warned their daughters about?

But that didn’t stop him.

He lifted her—not like a burden, but like a vow—and carried her back to the Stormcrow. No one dared stop him. The crew watched in stunned silence as he placed her on the bed in the captain’s quarters, the one place he had never let softness live.

Something inside him broke open that day.

Not with reckless fury. No—his grief took a different shape.

Cold. Unrelenting. Purposeful.

Silas Drake, once bound by gold and sea spray, had changed. And now, there was only the storm.

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Family matters (part 2)

Posted in Black Compass Trading Company, Silas on June 15, 2025 by crow1971

[06:24] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) called out “Greetings !!!”

[06:25] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): “welcome home Silas i trust the sailing was pleasant”?

[06:26] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) tapped the small bag at his side. “Twenty golden double weighted Tarns.” he replied. His eyes would search for Malik as he would try to see if he had recognized the man on the plow.

[06:27] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): take a good look Malik

[06:27] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): ‘Walking a little over as she was covered in fur and blood from the verr and killings. Looking up she yelps in shock that her owner would see her in such a state and would only yelp in such shock’ my Jarl welcome home ‘she was off course excited and then keeps silent thinking that a wash might be good’

[06:30] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) would jump down in one fluent motion to pick up his girl and swirl her around. It mattered to him little that she was covered in blood. Surely he knew of such. Even now he knew that after taking the dead man of his plow he would be covered in worse. He was one of the crew and would not only have them do the dirty work.

[06:31] Obi Ouma Abhumali (abhumali) Stands and he trembles, much hope to his eyes. He bites his lip, so nervous is he

[06:32] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) would grip Malik by the shoulder and push him forward “I know your uncle had better days.” he added to ensure the man knew who he was facing. “I fear he didn’t make it during the trip home.” he sort of explained.

[06:34] Obi Ouma Abhumali (abhumali) He squeaks on grabbing and push forward. Shocked, he is, to see.. someone that he recognises. He is terrified to see. ” Oh my.. HEAVENS. What… what.. ” – he loses his words and can now but dribble, his mind absolutely destroyed at the horrible scene

[06:35] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): “it seems Malik that the situation has been resolved one way or another…i confess i see no features left that could identify.”..points…’that…perhaps you will enlighten us Silas”

[06:35] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): ‘The flow of her blond hair as he spins her around as the laugh escapes those lips. The feeling of pure bliss before finding her feet touching back down onto the dock as all she could do was take a little step back and just watch as one drip of a time the blood finds it way into the water and would make sure to put the sharp knife aside’

[06:37] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) smiles as his eyes glint with this devious intent. Surely not laying all cards upon the table. “Oh I had quite an adventure. Very fruitful.” he replied to Portus. “I am sure Malik is pleased to know that his Uncle did not get away with what he had done.”

[06:38] Obi Ouma Abhumali (abhumali) Completely astonished, his mind in pieces, he can but babble and stumble his words.. ” What… who.. when.. Uncle.. what.. did.. ” and his eyes are wide, as saucers, not understanding

[06:44] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) would keep a firm hand upon the mans shoulder “Your father knew or perhaps I should say guessed that your Uncle was after his fortune.” he stated. “He asked me to bring him in this manner as to ensure you to see what is done to those that double cross your father.” he explained. “I have to say your father is far from the man I expected. ” was their praise in his voice ?

[06:49] Obi Ouma Abhumali (abhumali) His thoughts completely burned down, he does not even notice the firm grip onto his shoulder. He stands, mouth open in shock, dribbling, while tears run down his face and into the thicker beard. He blinks, terrified, then he tries to run, getting nowhere of course as he is held tight. He panics totally and tries to fight the grip, which holds him with great strength

[06:50] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): “easy now”….draws his whip to focus Maliks mind…..”lets hear Silas’ account and where you l

[06:50] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): stand with regard to your father

[06:51] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): ‘Looking to the boy at it would seem he needs to get use to the life he has been given, its not all that bad. Upon seeing what he does moving out of the way and standing behind the stairs just looking hoping the boy wont do anything silly like he had done before’

[06:53] Obi Ouma Abhumali (abhumali) He tries to fight his massive panic. Seeing the whip, which he knows well by now, he stands, almost collapsing. Blood is loud in his ears and he is so terrified that almost does he pass out

[06:54] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) held the man firmly in his grip. The slave was strong but did not outmatch Silas as the man was clearly taken by emotion. He would wink to his girl as she would move out of the way betraying her intelligence. “You try to run before you even know what is to become of you ? Do you know your father that well ?” he asks – not yet giving anything away in the tone of his voice. “We got 20 double weighted tarns … tell me … do you think it is only for the murder upon your uncle ? Would such not be way too much … Surely you must have hope … as you spoke of your value.”

[07:03] Obi Ouma Abhumali (abhumali) Weeping and with his thoughts so totally shredded, knowing that he cannot escape from the very tight and strong grip, he tries to focus and he swallows, grunting and blinking. ” Uncle…Oboté ? Ki..killed by F…Father ? Not un…derstand. Truly no ! “

[07:05] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): “hardly the gratitude Silas deserves for acting in your matters…perhaps we should move to the hall and have silas relate the whole over a well earned drink”

[07:06] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) laughs “Yes, well he surprised me too.” he replied to Malik “I guess your father should not be underestimated.” he replied dryly. “Your father was aware and had me kill your Uncle and bring him as this gift to you. So you can see that your Uncle who betrayed you is punished by his deceit.” he empathizes. When Portus spoke of a well earned drink he laughs “Yes … I thought we wouldn’t get there today.” he laughs “Prepare a good tankard, mine.” he called out to his girl.

[07:09] Obi Ouma Abhumali (abhumali) Shakes violently. as he is pulled away from the scene. ” Uncle..b..b..betrayed.. me ? In h..how this he d..did ? “

[07:11] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) walked into the kitchen and seated himself his eyes would lock with those of Portus. perhaps already conveying what came next. “Sit.” he insisted to Malik while his crew would stand by. While they waited for a good ol drink as well.

[07:13] Obi Ouma Abhumali (abhumali) Totally as robot, he sits heavily to the bench, hardly able to think. He grips the table, shocked completely and not to understand. He continues with shaking, totally terrified

[07:15] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): ‘Looking down upon her self and even a wash of the hands would make the tankard look very red, she would need a whole wash down’ yes my jarl, ‘as she found her way to the kitchen and would start by placing the tools to the side, would then wash her hands then a little of the arm. Once done moving around though the red drips with lines, finding quite a few tankards, one by one she would wash them down and then making sure to dry them with no drip or drop left in sight. The barrel and tap flowing each tankard filling just the baring inches just away from the top. she would only grab a tray with that placing as many that would fit. Moving to her owners side first and with that voice soft and sweet’ my Jarl the tankard you had requested the ale ready for you to enjoy, ‘holding the tray before her it was the best way the others would get a drink as well’

[07:16] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): sits but does not relax…tensed ready to act in an instant with his hand on his whip…..”I will take a tankard of ale Bahirah”

[07:17] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) would wait for his drink as he continues “Your father even knew before you were sent away. ” he starts. “Your uncle indeed had a hand in your predicament. He paid the captain to sort of lose you underway.” he would turn to his girl and take the tankard. His fingers brush hers as a silent gesture that she had done well and would see to Portus needs. “Your father confronted your Uncle when I was there. First I thought the guards were there to stop me.”

[07:19] Obi Ouma Abhumali (abhumali) Listens, not believing but with no ability now even to stand, so astonished is he, that he continues to grip the table, attempting to calm his destructed nevers and not to shake as much.. ” P…paid..t…to …lose m..me ? “

[07:20] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): ‘The touch with her own smile brushes, would move herself around and standing next to the jarl, she knew then to be silent as they started to talk and would offer tray up with the tankard of ale’

[07:22] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) nodded “Yes. Never really learned how much was paid but I doubt it was 20 golden double weighted tarns.” he answers “Your father even is to be companioned in the upcoming days. He might even have already.” he added as he would take a first good gulp of his tankard. “Seems his health was just a ruse for your uncle.”

[07:22] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): takes the tankard gratefully as it had been a busy day and nodded his thanks to the pretty girl indicating she was free to return to her master and sipped while waiting on the rest of the tale

[07:25] Obi Ouma Abhumali (abhumali) Not thinking properly, he wobbles onto his feet, holding still to the table. ” Must.. s..see F..Father. Go H….Home now, m…me “

[07:29] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) would slam his tankard on the table and jumped up to stop him. “No! You will not.” he replied cold “In fact those 20 golden double tarns are to ensure you are never to say you are his son. ” There it was – the brutal truth. “Your father allowed the plot of your uncle to test your resolve and strength. You failed him. And with it he wished you no longer as a son.” he would push the man before him. “Now I could simply slit your throat. Surely you must know by now that such is just my daily business.” he warned.

[07:31] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): ‘Would then move to the crew with the tray enough tankards for each, as she would watch them swarm over pushing and shoving as they took the drinks. Moving to the side she was not going to walk back into the kitchen now. She would find herself a nice little spot on the floor to sit, holding the tray into her lap’

[07:33] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): had also jumped to his feet in anticipation…..he and Silas had a talent for unspoken communication and had sensed the direction it was heading….”so Malik…no more talk of your return to your father your fate lies in our good graces alone do not make this harder on yourself than you need to be”

[07:35] Obi Ouma Abhumali (abhumali) Squeaks on being pushed. He sees Silas and Portus stand and with their menaces, he freezes, shaking more at new things he learns. ” Father… h.. he… denies me ? I am h.. his heir ! I am Obi ! Son Of Usanté The Merchant ! I m…must g.. get h…home ! Please ! “

[07:37] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) would attempt to strike without warning. “You are nothing but a slave. And y ou call us by our earned title. That of Master. You are not to go home. Your father companions your intended to have an heir that is worthy of the family name. You were the weakest link. And so he says Goodbye.”

[07:41] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): listens as Silas develops the last crushing blow…”let this be an end of the matter….we profited in acting for your benefit and now your situation lays itself out for you…slave you are and will remain. All hopes you had are gone like the wind…focusing your mind on doing my bidding is the only life ahead of you now”

[07:43] Obi Ouma Abhumali (abhumali) His thoughts and eyes with terror and as wild as his hair, he backs away and loses his mind, panicking and he does not think but to run and of course, he takes the very wrong direction and rushes to the kitchen, almost to bounce off the wall

[07:44] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) is quickly enough to take his weapon

[07:46] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) would corner the man as he drew his whip. The leather he would coil around the mans neck. “Seems you need a firm lesson.” he would pull the leather as to choke him. “I think this one needs the whip.” he suggested towards Portus.

[07:47] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): ‘Just peek up a little she really did find herself a nice little spot leaning back down, she would stand up onto her feet this time to only watch as the whips where truly getting her attention for sure’

[07:48] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): “i agree if only to focus his mind…have at him Silas and then lock him in the cage in my office so he can properly reflect on his situation”

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Family Matters (part 1)

Posted in Black Compass Trading Company, Silas on June 15, 2025 by crow1971

Silas left the Isle with a sense of urgency, determined to uncover the truth about Malik – Obi Ouma Abhumali. The journey was fraught with peril, as Silas and his crew navigated treacherous waters and faced fierce storms. Finally, they arrived at the mysterious land of Ianda, where they were swiftly directed to the imposing house of Malik’s father.

The man who greeted Silas was old, with a stern and unyielding demeanor. Silas knew he had to tread carefully. “Greetings, Sir,” he said, his keen eyes taking in every detail of the man’s quarters. “You have an extraordinary home,” he complimented, trying to ease the tension. “I imagine a man of your stature has a long line of successors?” he inquired, moving through the room with a confidence that belied his caution.

The father eyed Silas suspiciously. “I have one son, but he has vanished. My brother Obeté has been a great help as my health declines,” he revealed.

Silas nodded thoughtfully. “My question is not without purpose,” he said, producing a small piece of paper and unfurling it before the man’s eyes. “I have a strand of hair from your son, if the man who gave it to me spoke truthfully. Do you have any idea what might have happened?”

The father examined the strand of hair, hoping it wasn’t his son’s. “He was given a task by my brother and never returned. The captain of the ship claimed he fell overboard, but I don’t believe it. I think my son was too weak to stand among those firm men. Perhaps there was a mutiny or a fight he couldn’t win,” he admitted.

Silas listened intently, gauging the man’s words. He wondered if the father wanted the truth or preferred a comforting lie. Before he could respond, another man entered the room.

The father’s demeanor softened as he greeted the newcomer. “Ah, Oboté, you’re just in time. This captain believes he may have found my son,” he said, pointing to the paper with the strand of hair. “I just told him we doubt the captain’s story.”

Oboté glanced at Silas with cunning eyes, assessing whether Silas posed a threat to his inheritance. “A pleasure to meet you, erm?” he stalled, seeking Silas’s name.

Silas bowed slightly. “I am Silas, captain of the Stormcrow,” he replied, omitting the Black Compass for now. “Which captain and ship are you referring to? We might be able to compare notes,” he suggested, his gaze challenging Oboté.

Oboté realized he had met his match in Silas, who seemed to know more than he had revealed. The father waved dismissively. “I don’t know much about what happened. My son was supposed to accompany a high-caste woman named Aleisha, and I need to speak to her father. They don’t want to wait any longer. But if you bring us news that he is alive?”

Oboté saw an opportunity and interjected. “Perhaps it’s wise for you to speak to the father while I compare notes with Silas,” he suggested.

Silas sensed a hidden motive behind Oboté’s suggestion but waited. He was surprised that neither man had asked about Malik’s condition. Silas felt a pang of pity, wondering if they truly cared or if they simply hoped for good news from him.

Suddenly, the door burst open, and a group of armed men stormed into the room. Silas instinctively reached for his weapon, but the father raised a hand to stop him. “These are my guards,” he said, his voice trembling slightly. “They will ensure that no harm comes to anyone.”

Oboté’s eyes narrowed as he stepped forward. “What is the meaning of this?” he demanded, his voice laced with anger. “Why are you here, Silas? What do you really want?”

Silas met Oboté’s gaze with steely determination. “I want to establish if the man in my possession is a hoax or your true heir.” as his eyes moved to the father of Malik. “Or your nephew.” As his eyes again cut to Obeté.

The tension in the room was palpable as the two men faced off. The father’s eyes darted between them, unsure of what to do. Finally, he spoke. “Oboté, if you know something, you must tell me. Why do I have the feeling you are more aware of this than you letting on?”

Oboté hesitated, then sighed. “Very well,” he said. “I will tell you what I know. But be warned, the truth may be more dangerous than you realize.”

Silas had not anticipated the guards or the sudden change in Oboté. In fact he now worried that he would lose that advantage of playing these two out for the highest reward.

The father frowns and his hand reached to his heart as if he already felt the truth would challenge each beat of it. “Well speak !” he demanded.

Oboté nodded “The captain tried to blackmail us.” He stated while his gaze challenged Silas. “This man is sent to collect what was agreed. But only to have him comprehended and tortured so we learn where your son is held.”

The guards were moving towards Silas as to apprehend him, but Silas had instantly guessed what was to come when he spoke of blackmail. His hand on his sword, while his other gripped the whip.

“Wait!” the father shouted “This does not make sense.” He added as he would move to lock his gaze with that of Oboté. “If this were true. You would have come forward with this information hands ago. Why now ?” his eyes narrowed now. The guards would now turn towards Oboté.

Silas relieved that the guards did not proceed when it came to him. Surely he was skilled but to master two guards and two men in one room was even for him a little much. He was quick and swift but no MacGyver.

The father turned back to Silas. “You see. I made my fortune not by being ignorant. I know my brother wants my fortune. So when he came up with this scheme to sent my son, I knew he would try to establish his position.”

Silas was surprised and amused. The father suddenly earned that rare gift of respect from him. As he kept observing. Not yet given any insights in the cards he was holding. Surely the play of poker had become on the head table.

Oboté tried to escape the grip of the guards but they held him firm. “You make a mistake. I have always been there for you. I am the only one that remained loyal.” He pleaded.

The father did not have it and continued “You see, Silas. I thought it might bring me knowledge that I needed when I played ignorance at the plan to sent my son. You see my son troubles me. He is more like his mother than he has any resemblance to me. I at times had this wonder if his mother might not had an affair. But his appearance shows clearly otherwise. Nor do I think his mother capable of such deceit. “

The father continued. “Did you bring my son with you ?” he now asked.

Silas shook his head.

The father nodded “Than he failed me.” He replied resentful. “Is he dead?” he asked further.

Silas shook his head again.

The father frowns “If you think I will pay you for him to return ?” he questions.

Silas would shake his head again. “Based on your words I doubt you would pay me one copper as he failed you. Yet he is your heir. The one that holds him must know of this. Perhaps that is valuable to you?” he suggests.

The father laughed. “You are keen, Silas.” His eyes would lock to those of Silas ignoring the pleads of Oboté for now “I want to make you an offer.” He started. “I want you to take Oboté with you. I want you to have him on your ship as the figurehead. I will compensate you for it. Just as I will compensate you for ensuring my son will not claim my fortune when I am gone. “

Oboté screamed and struggled in the hands of the guards as they took him on the signal of the father.

Silas would remain silent as to wait how the father would proceed.

“I will pay you 20 golden double tarns to ensure that man is no longer alive than before you return home. I want my son to see his uncle. So he knows that I am aware of him and choose not to pay for his release. Perhaps that will make him a stronger man.” The voice of the man had become bitter and dark.

Silas had not expected such coin and was pleasant surprised by it. This was easy – perhaps too easy ? “What about your son ?” he asks.

The father sighed. “Is he a deckhand upon your ship?” he asks now.

Silas shook his head “No. Your son was collared and branded as his life was in debt of that of my quartermaster.” He replied placing all the cards open upon the table.

The father nodded with defeat “I figured as much.” He replied. “If this is the case. He is no longer my son nor my affair. You can do as you please.” He would turn to Silas “I will companion Aleisha myself. She will give me an heir and I will establish a firm house.”

Silas arched a brow at the mentioning of the fiancé of Malik “Is the companionship all arranged ?” he asks now curious.

The father nodded “Yes. Her father and I came to terms not long after we understood something must have happened to my son. Her father was pleased that our houses will merge regardless if my son was to return or not.” He paused “But Silas … as I am sure you are a man with balls of steel and courage as big as Ar. Those twenty golden double tarns are also a gesture of my good will. I would very much like to establish a good trade with the more Northern parts of our planet. Can you see to such ?”

Silas grinned and laughed. “I could have known that such large sum would come with a cost. But if that is the cost than still you are very gracious. I own a trading company. If there is anything I can do it will be that.”

———–

Silas understood that the man wanted his brother to serve as a grim example of the consequences of betrayal. As the evening deepened, Silas took Oboté and had his men bind him to the prow of the Stormcrow. The man cursed, shouted, and pleaded, making promises of fortune he no longer possessed.

As they moved from the harbor into open water, the man felt the icy grip of the sea and the crushing waves battering his body. The relentless force soon rendered him unconscious, unable to withstand the rock-solid waters. Sharks and other sea creatures might have taken a bite, but the man’s cries ceased quickly.

In the days that followed, some of the crew checked on Oboté and confirmed that his life had been forfeited. They shared their findings with Silas, who nodded knowingly. “It was to be expected,” he replied. “A sign for those who think they can double-cross an old man. This shows that none of us should ever be underestimated.” He laughed, a sinister sound that echoed through the ship. “But we men already know this.” He grinned. “Now prepare, for we are to find the dock of our isle soon. Do not take the man away just yet. The thrall Malik needs to see it first.”

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The Black Compass Trading Company

Posted in Black Compass Trading Company, Niamh, Silas on June 6, 2025 by crow1971

Small Isle near Port Kar Tambur Gulf, in hands of the Black Compass Trading Company.

Sourcing the mundane and necessary along with the exotic and rare.If you need something we can get it…for a price of course.

http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Enchanting%20Isle/229/21/23

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Gods or Priest Kings ?

Posted in Black Compass Trading Company, The Thing 2025 on May 30, 2025 by crow1971

[2025/05/30 08:23] Asha Blackwood (asha.dufaux): /me laughs “Good morning Captain”.. as she spills her mug of blackwine and brushes it off her dress, flashing a smile to him and Silas “Good morning to you too Sir.. good to see you both in camp. The Selnar Initiate was hear looking over our tent and camp….” arches a brow slightly.

[2025/05/30 08:25] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell): /me would dip his head to Asha and gave her that dazzling smile. He would listen and his brow arched in surprise “Missing a slave … I am sure.” he replied with a hint of sarcasm. “good I haven’t taken her here.” he replied. Of course it was unsure if the man searched for the slave he stole but still. The fact he had been able to rob them from one gave him that satisfaction clearly when he had not been able to attend the raid.

[2025/05/30 08:27] Harry Horchester: /me raised his brow hearing Asha, “The Initiate of Selnar, the one who presided over the burning of the disabled Torvie woman is here? That should make for some rather entertaining few days.” He would look to Mel, then turned to Ivy instead, hell bent on making the Free Women serve him as they seemed to have a particularly easy life in the South, “Please bring me some mead dear lady.”

[2025/05/30 08:30] Ivy Rose (buddafly.sweetwater): ‘Just staying behind some while looking about, upon spotting the port kar tent all though it would be soon for her to find a place to lay down and rest those feet, it has been a long travel. Her gaze turned to him with a slight twitch in the eye. Was he joking, surly he was as she wondered off into the tent to look for a spot to find sleep, the mead would be coming late to him’

[2025/05/30 08:30] Asha Blackwood (asha.dufaux): /me shifting slightly as a smile teases at the corner of her lips hearing of his capture of slave “Perhaps he was in search of her.. he looked around, under the table then departed quickly. What are your plans for her if I may ask? “. Casting her gaze to Harry hearing the tone of his voice and nods slowly “Aye that be the one I would expect in his official robes..” giving a wink to Ivy as the Captain orders his drink.

[2025/05/30 08:32] Harry Horchester: /me turned to Ivy as he changed his mind, “Actually, I am going to have a look around and meet some of the people before I have mead.” he said, waving off her desire for mead.

[2025/05/30 08:39] Harry Horchester: /me looked at the chaotic seen as men and women were filing into the Thing-Fair. Of course Harry’s took in all that he could see, though his attention was more focused on the women. He grinned and raised his brow at the sight of the lovely ladies and then turned to Silas, Asha, “I am enjoy this place” a grin on his face

[2025/05/30 08:41] Asha Blackwood (asha.dufaux): /me cants her head slightly hearing of the girl’s new life, intaking a soft breath then smiles “Well men of Kar are fearless and daring.. I would think Selnar will be losing more than one slave and a bridge before the war is done…” then adding “.. if she is to be sold I believe Captain Magnus is going to hold a auction in Kar soon.. he might add her to the roster of slave flesh for a little coin if you have interest.” Noting Harry’s words she slips a small laugh “Aye a man’s eye you have ..” noting his attention drawn to the women rising for the day and arriving at camp seeking their tents for some rest.

[2025/05/30 08:44] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell): /me did too study and would see if there were those that he wished to meet and those he might have to avoid. As a pirate he wasn’t always on the best sides of others. “I will tell my quartermaster of the auction. Knowing him he wants the girl to be in the best of shape – the reputation of the Black Compass Trading Company is at stake of course.” he replied.

To Harry he chuckled having seen his gaze “I doubt a warning would be needed. The woman of the North .. they are a special breed.” he whispered. “Fierce and firm. The climate seems to toughen them up.” he added quietly as he wriggled his brow. Surely this was code for something else.

[2025/05/30 08:45] Eira Brown-pelt (emma.huntsman): /me called out to the boys as they went running off, “Make sure you don’t go far!” They were gone long before the words left her mouth, and she shook her head. Her brows drew together, as she needed to see to their safety, but that would be impossible if they were off to explore. Without warning, the youngest came running back to give her a hug, “We’ll find your Papa for you and let him know you’re here!” Eira sighed and ruffled his hair, “Go on, then. Make sure your brother stays out of trouble.” The aroma of food eminating from the tent nearby drew her closer. She nodded at those standing closest, but made her way into the tent.

[2025/05/30 08:49] Harry Horchester: /me nods to Silas and Asha, “Get settled. We will go out and meet others here at the Fair soon. I am particularly interested in seeing the Selnarians if they have indeed brought the Initiate here and see how they explain the burning of the Torvie woman, that too a handicapped woman for not renouncing her faith in Odin…………..interesting times.” he said as he headed into the tent to put away a few things

[2025/05/30 08:51] Asha Blackwood (asha.dufaux): /me smile broadens hearing Silas talk of the northern women as a slight blush crosses her features. She was born of the north and raised in Kar.. toughened by steel and chaos instead of the climate but she took it as a compliment, then to Silas ‘Seems he means to start a little skirmish with Selnar while we are here.. this could be interesting…” her words trail off .. then watching the Captain leave on his quest for mead she was certain.

[2025/05/30 08:53] Eira Brown-pelt (emma.huntsman): /me grabbed a quick nibble and saw the bottle on the table. She picked it up, “Hmm. Someone must have had some surgical tools to get that inside.” Setting it back down, she went off to find her boys. Hopefully, their father hadn’t joined the Selnar delegation.

[2025/05/30 08:55] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell): /me would watch how Harry headed into the tent. The story too was quite unsettling and for sure the act of the selnar’s initiate would be talk in the North. Would they have the balls to show up here after such. “In truth … my lady … It is simply watch how things unfold. The action of the initiate surely will not fall well in the North when these men learn of such. And here we are – watching the show.” he suggested.

He would step beside her as to close the distance. His tone became more low as to have it more private “Surely it wouldn’t hurt to have the story out here. These Northern men are quite protective of their Gods and their women. And would such not benefit us grand ?” he smiled smoothly – clearly it wasn’t a first he had instigated matters and simply watched how it unfold.

[2025/05/30 08:59] Asha Blackwood (asha.dufaux): /me laughs softly hearing his words as he nears nodding in agreement “Aye.. the northerns would not take well to the initiate spreading his lies among those of Odin. It surprising he is so bold to appear without a guard… or 5… ” arching a brow leaning more towards him “.. perhaps a rumor may reach the ears of all the northern camps of the burning of a northern woman… ” a small smile creeping across her lips as the idea forms, “Camp slaves could easily spread such true tales…..”

[2025/05/30 09:03] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell): /me loved the way the woman was thinking “By sure. It is their nature to be pleasing and who does not enjoy a good story ?” he replied to her. His blue eyes scanning the area as to see if their conversation was as discrete as he hoped it to be. The voices of others drifted to his ears, but nothing really was telling him a story. So in that he ensured himself theirs wasn’t either.

“Now for a a first I regret not having a personal slave.” he replied. “surely the girl would already be up for the task.” he shared. He would look over his shoulder. Most often he felt himself cornered by them, but the North showed already different in that regard.

[2025/05/30 09:08] Asha Blackwood (asha.dufaux): /me casts a look about for her own slaves then back to Silas “I do have a few that love to tell tales… leave it to me Sir…” her smiles flashing conspiratorially. Noting his furtive looks cast about, he was a man used to watching his back .. and what happened around him… “I will get word back to you when the deed is complete. ” casting her look around as well then continues “I will go awaken the girls and see what can be done… until we speak again. Be well to you Sir…” casting him a smile.. an attractive man that was focusing on his goals.. something she appreciated.

[2025/05/30 09:11] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell): /me smiled easy and would dip his head in a manner that showed some sophistication. Not because he was brought up that way – but he came about. Was of course the one to find those special things that others desired. An Ubar chamber or a dark den filled with scoundrels.

“Excellent.” he replied as he would move his finger to his head as to salute her. He had picked up the words of another speaking of Northern men gathering near the tent of the initiate. He would indeed go take a look – just to test the waters so to speak.

[2025/05/30 09:12] Dace Emrys (arodace.writer): /me raised both of his hands. “And neither are mine,” he turned to Oskar, granting him a respectful nod. “Ah I should have brought a scribe with me for this. I know not the laws, gentlemen. But if you were to present yourself to the Sardar, in the En’Kara Fairs, no one would refuse you. Let us come to an understanding here. You need not be happy with Varkus’ presence, but neither will we desist. Bold is the ahn in which we would dare to violate the trusted laws of either of our customs.” He paused, lowering his hand and then turned to Rorik. “You are always welcome to meet us in the colourful tents of the En’Kara. But when it comes to us taking umbrage on faith alone, practice within thy respective cities. Then we will be at peace. In the meantime, if any of you play Kaissa, I would deign to challenge you in the Torvaldsland rules.”

[2025/05/30 09:13] Baby Bunny: Josefina felt blessed. Felt cleansed! And whilst she was only a woman, and not privy to the secrets of the initiates, she knew one thing for certain. ” Odin isn’t real! He can’t bless anyone! I’m sure there are many physicians about that could help. You know… With the delusions. ” Josefina tapped the side of her head for emphasis, basically calling them all nuts.

[2025/05/30 09:13] Aric Edricsson (orionbound): /me moved to step between the other northman and the initiate as he had moved over. He put a hand up between him and Varkas trying to convey to not step closer.” No need to further antagonize anyone.. let’s just all enjoy the time of no blood being drawn save for in the contests that call for it.”

[2025/05/30 09:13] Sidra (doll.starchild): Padlock pussy princess continued to evade the great firey circle in the sky, having edged her way under the shade of the tent’s entry yet not getting in the way of those who might come and go. Her gaze flicked over with interest as Deimos appeared. “my Mistress is here somewhere Master.” the words offered with a slow respectful nod, taking time to listen as Arodace spoke. The ire raising and tension to the air had her in suspense.

[2025/05/30 09:14] Elizabeth Hollyberry (rainbow.pawprint): /me having awoken on the ship telling the ship guards to guard the sleeping daughters she would have made her way to find people when she did she heard arics voice as her brows would furrow woundering what was going on

[2025/05/30 09:17] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell): /me had become curious for number of reasons. He picked up the words Dace and studied the guardsman. Surely the interest of the men of Selnar was voiced without the consideration of the customs and beliefs of those of the North.

“I had expected more diplomacy of the men of Selnar.” he shouted. “To throw a man such as him before these Northern men after what he is done. It is a slap in the face !” he added.

Quickly moving behind others so not many would know it was him that had shouted the words – so he hoped.

[2025/05/30 09:18] Óskar Vilulf (shadowstalker): /me Finally lowers his pipe ignoring a woman that calls of things she doesnt know “We followed my brother to your tend we have not moved from the outskirts… yet your.. priest moves closer to us and I must say he stinks like a woman in the baths.” Looking from one to the other of the people “no weapons have been drawn but we see where you are and you should keep your priest in check. Honestly.. we care not who you follow… do not bring your religion here at our festival. Do not use ancient laws to try and wheedle your way inside, that descrated the thing and all it means. DO NOT let him spread his oils on good northern soil, soil we honour as life. It is not much we ask. But knowing that man burns good northerners on pyres in Selnar. WIll not be accepted. He does not leave your tents.”

[2025/05/30 09:19] zCS: /me Arodace Writer rolled 44 (100).

[2025/05/30 09:19] zCS: /me Melchior Wardell rolled 75 (100).

[2025/05/30 09:19] Rorik Vilulf (hassanasad): Rorik’s eyes narrowed as Varkas approached, that thin, polished smile doing little to mask the stink of arrogance beneath his robes, As he stepped forward approaching them, Rorik’s jaw clenched, voice low and cutting like ice on steel. “Spare me your blessings, They have no welcome here” He spat the words like venom. “You speak of peace with the same tongue that once praised the burning of our kin, and yes it has reached here, you would be daft to think it would not. You dress like a priest, but walk like a colonizer…unarmed or not, your presence alone is a provocation, and those who swarm to coddle you and protect you only further illustrate it. You insult us further by daring to offer your gods’ favor upon me or my kin, as if I would bow to your Priest-Kings or carry your mark.” His hand gestured sharply toward the earth beneath their boots. “This land belongs to Torvaldsland. To our gods. To the blood and bone of our people, not soft tongues wrapped in silk. You wish us a blessed day?”

He laughed, short and joyless. “Keep your blessings. They’re worth less than the air you wasted speaking them.” Then his gaze shifted to Dace…firmer now, not hateful, but unrelenting. “You speak of understanding, southerner, and I see no weapon in your hands, nor heat in your words. That I respect. But do not ask us to meet in the shade of your tents when you trample our hearth. You ask us to play Kaissa in peace while he” he gestured sharply at Varkas “walks like he already owns the board. That is not peace. That is mockery.” He stepped back, his eyes cold as the northern seas.

“You are not barred from this land because of the nature of this gathering and that alone as a true man of these lands i am required to respect. But nor are you welcome when you forget yourself in it. Walk it like a guest, not a prophet.” Then, quieter, deadpan leaning in towards Dace: “And if you do play Kaissa, I hope you lose. Badly.”

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A stolen prize

Posted in Black Compass Trading Company on May 29, 2025 by crow1971

[05:55] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) had been firm with his hand upon her upper arm. The crew of his ship had been cheering as they noticed his prize. Surely it was just at random but to make a point. Any captain of Port Kar could still manage to get a prize from Selnar.

Keen eyes upon the woman as he took her on his beloved Stormcrow. His crew (NPC) were licking their lips in anticipation. It wouldn’t be a first he would throw a slave at their feet for their pleasure.

But this time he paused as she faced him while the ship started to depart. “Seems this is your lucky day.” his voice held that accent of Kar. Dark and mysterious and with that hint of charm.

[05:59] Svein: Pssshhtttt … Do you have anything I need to know?

[06:01] Ophelia (ophelia.violet) didn’t stumble as she was pulled along. She’d lived her whole life with short legs, so this wasn’t the first time she had to race to keep up whilst in a tight grip.

She looked over her shoulder more than once as if a look alone could raise the dead. She didn’t miss her previous owner quite in the way folks miss people, but she missed the ‘known’ that was him. She understood him and that life.

This, this was beyond what she knew and to stay alive she always preferred to deal in knowns.

She looked up at him, not in a flirty way, but in an assessing way. It would be clear to any who were watching that she was assessing. Not just him, but the situation. Would working up the crew be to her advantage? She’d thought so. until she heard the jeers…

No, it was clear this man, this unknown, was the only option. “Master, lucky is in the eye of the beholder.” Her accent marked her as northern-born and her frankness, while previously thought as a strength, is now just part of who she is.

[06:01] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): walks out on deck and spies Silas with a new catch…”how come you by this exotic beauty”?

[06:05] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) had this smile upon his features. A smile of a man that often got what he wanted. If not given than by enforcing it. He was charming but there was this edge to him. A dangerous one. Most that rubbed him the wrong way were no longer able to speak of it. Either by the loss of their tongues or their lives.

As she assessed him – so did he – He could see that she wasn’t one in a dozen. His eyes travel over her shameless as he did so. When Portus came up he laughed “A prize from Selnar .. just to prove a point.” he shared with Portus “She is not for me – she already served the purpose.” he explained “I guess she is yours to sell or keep.” he stated as he would try to grip her chin as to lock his eyes with hers. Wanting to get into the deepness of her eyes as if secrets were to be had.

[06:09] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): walks closer to examine the goods….testing the silkiness of her hair…the softness of her skin….”well it would seem you got the better of the deal my friend….i will see how to get the most from her when we get tp shore and i have had her examined…but there are many places in need of a good bond…..we may even see how she looks in silks”

[06:10] Ophelia (ophelia.violet) didn’t fight the grip. She’d been long trained that going with what was wanted was the way forward. She wasn’t as soft as a southern girl but even bonds knew when to push and when to be still.

She unflinchingly met his gaze. She’d survived her owner… well, previous owner as death has a way of doing that. She knew what he was and knew what he’d done to ‘train’ her. And knowing this, there’s not a lot she feared other than the unknown. And this was very much unknown.

She listened to them talking over her head, about how she looked, like she was nothing more than a sack of grain to be weighed and sold. She couldn’t turn her head to look at the other man as she was in this one’s grip, but he’d see her bitting her lip in an effort to keep another smart-quip from coming out.

The touches made her eyes squint in a flinch, that alone giving away how she felt about the proceedings.
[06:15] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) could see something about her. Something that reminded him of someone. For a moment he paused and looked at Portus “Do you remember that story about how you met your mate ?” he asks him. “This one .. she has this look … ” he would push her chin towards Portus so he could assess the gaze. “That gaze of – a – girl that is trained in the more darker and cruel side of our world.” he mused.

He grinned as he would now push her more forward to Portus so he could take her from his hands.

“A shame … I liked a feisty girl.” he called out. His crew (npc) were cheering once more. “One that kicks and screams and eventually begs for more.” he laughs. He would turn to Portus again “I am sure with your talent you can have her less docile ?” he teased his right hand.

[06:19] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): looks with surprised interest at his words….”if you are correct then we have a prize indeed…she will need to be tested of course….disciplined ……but i think we would be unwise to merely sell her to turn a profit….there may be more to gain by using her talents
[06:22] Ophelia (ophelia.violet) took a step to correct would would have been a stumble as she was pushed towards the man who’s gaze she was directed, by grip, to lankd on. She was still silent, but her face showed first a raised eyebrow about the ‘look’ and then schooled again in to being relaxed features… well, relaxed is what she hoped her features were saying.

When the crew jeered her shoulders hunched just a fraction before she relaxed them again. She knew anything more would give him, and the crew, what they wanted and she wasn’t about to do that.

Her heart sped up just a fraction when the man in front of her mentioned training as she still say visions of her previous training in her sleep, but again, she tried her best to keep her face impassive. Reacting doesn’t keep bonds alive, her previous Master drummed this in to her.

She locked eyes with the new man as if she were trying to assess if being sold would be her best option or not being sold. The jury was out on that one.

[06:25] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) shrugged slightly. He wasn’t sure – just as he wasn’t truly completely in the know of the mate of Portus. But that she had her uses and was well reviewed was clear. He respected the woman and their children. It was not for nothing he trusted Portus and his mate with the company.

He would walk back to the wheel as to take control of it. “Tell me, girl. What is it that they called you ? Please tell me that one of those bastards in Selnar is crying himself in sleep now you are missing.” he laughed again. Surely not taking himself too serious and yet …
[06:29] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): keeps the woman close at my side….all information useful in it’s time but for now stored fr use later…looking with an experienced and expert eyes already wondering if the furs or fields may be the best…..waits to see how she answers when asked her name

[06:31] Bjorn: called out “Show the tits !!”

[06:32] Ophelia (ophelia.violet) wached him walk to the wheel and when he asked the question, she considered her words for a moment before she answered.

She answered his first question easily, after all, what’s in a name? “Ophelia, Master. It was given to me in the North and my Jarl… ah, Master, declared that it should be kept.”

She paused a long two beats before continuting her answer as if everything was riding on her next words. Even in death she knew she must be true to his training. “He doesn’t cry, Master. Not that I’m aware of. Perhaps he rather misses his clothes being washed or his meals being served.”

She looked at the man at the wheel as if that should be a good enough explanation. After all, dead men don’t eat… so it wasn’t like she was lying outright.

Her head turned from the man at the wheel to the man now gripping her. She waited another long beat before she spoke more, knowing that the man at the wheel would like to know someone is sad yet probably without much context “Yes, I’m sure he is sad… Because now he will have to shift for himself.”

She gave a little nod, just a tiny movement, as if she’d delivered enough words to give him what he wanted.

[06:32] Svein: laughs and clapped “Yes … show her tits !!! Tell them how heavy as we wagered !”

[06:35] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) laughs as his crew (NPC) called out. He shook his head “Men !” he called out. “That is to Portus to decide.” he jested as he gave him that wink. “The sea breeze might not be the spot for such pleasantries.” he added.

As the girl spoke he tried to speak her name and how it rolled over his tongue. “Such a name would fit a slave in the pleasure gardens of an Ubar.” he jested.

He would steer his wheel as he would see the dock of their little isle and the dock.

[06:37] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): grins to the crew “no tits today my friends but the mead shall flow as we get on dry land….a profitable journey to be sure”

[06:40] Ophelia (ophelia.violet) darted her eyes sharply to the men who were shouting out the jeers. She studied their faces as if she were comitting them to memory. It was a bad habit…

The man who held her would feel her slowly release a pent up breath, however, when it became clear she’d be keeping her leathers on. She took note of the promises of mead, however, because the last thing she wanted to deal with was a bunch of drunk and gropey sailors.

She’d been to Ubar, indeed lived there for some time, but did not let her face reflect, or so she hoped, that she knew the place. “I cannot speak as to the origin of my name, Master, as I’m sure it was just pulled from a hat when I was born.”

[06:45] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) would direct his men to see that the ship would be docked properly. The ropes out to find the small sloop so they would get to solid ground.

“There are some items in those crates that need to be taken to the storage too.” he commanded. It was clear that his crew did not question, argue or debated the mans directions or commands. One might wonder what made these pirates so compliant.

Silas would look at the girl once more. His assessment about her was on the fence. Clearly there was far more to her than meets the eye. But he always enjoyed a good mystery. “Will you grab her over your shoulder Portus … or shall I ?” he suggests as they made it to solid ground. ((moving through the mirror))

[06:46] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): “she is slight enough for me to lift”…..heaves her over his shoulder and walks to my office

[06:47] Ophelia (ophelia.violet) can’t help the grunt as she’s shifted over and lands shoulder into gut… This day just isn’t improving.

[06:50] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) followed as they came upon the familiar dock. Breathing int he air of the farm as he looked out over that small part of solid soil that is his.

[06:50] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): “welcome to your new home however temporary girl…I would have you examined so you are no threat to any …i will leave you in my mates clinic so she can examine you when ready”

[06:52] Ophelia (ophelia.violet) gave a little jump when she hit the floor, just like she was flexing to land a good landing. “Yes, Master.” She looked around to orient herself as she was led to the clinic”

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Seeking purpose ?

Posted in Black Caste, En'Kara Fair 2025 on March 16, 2025 by crow1971

[08:27] Crow (melchior.wardell) would dip his head “Forgive me for letting you wait.”

[08:30] Fʀᴀnzɪᴀ (redwinelovah) sensual strokes legs moved in a slow unison of the Master Crow’s as she followed. A blush stained her cheeks that illuminated her cheek a suble glow to an added little moment left in silent as she took her place nearside the two Masters then” Master may i get you wine?” as if she knew to ask, knowing Him with out fear. Her voice a sultry whisper of honeytones and her gaze drifted to Guru as well, if he would also wish to undertake with the allowance of the Killer in session.

[08:32] Guru (sagscor) stood in the tent, his expression steady, his thoughts focused as he awaited the moment when Crow would approach. The air around him seemed to hold a sense of anticipation, the quiet before the storm. His eyes briefly flickered toward Franzia, sensing the subtle energy she radiated, before returning to the ever-still figure of Crow. As Crow and Franzia drew closer, his posture didn’t shift, but his gaze sharpened with a quiet resolve. He gave them a nod of acknowledgment, a simple but respectful gesture to show he recognized their presence and the gravity of the moment. His voice, when it finally came, was clear and direct.

“Its not a bother at all. My intentions are clear, I seek your guidance on how to proceed. I understand the ways of the assassin are not taken lightly. So, tell me—what steps must I take to prove myself worthy of your teachings? What must I endure to walk the path you follow?” He paused, his gaze unwavering as he looked between Crow and Franzia, waiting for their response, for some sign that the journey he sought would indeed begin. His tone was not one of impatience but of quiet determination, fully aware of the rigor and challenge that would lie ahead. He nods to Franzia “If the man is in mood for one” he said with a smile.

[08:38] Crow (melchior.wardell) would give Franzia a gesture that she would need to step away and collect their wine. But than without warning he would try to attempt to hook the man to his left jaw. The strength considerable when one understood the physical fitness of Crow. In his craft such was essential. Very much depended on this very moment. Would he succeed and hit the man ? If he hit him what would the man do ? Every action had consequences and as Crow now knew the man needed something from him he held the upper hand.

He doubted the man would want to fight him. For such would already be a red flag. Since would a man truly get what he wanted by letting his emotions get the better of him?

Still Crow was no fool and would stand in the ready for what might come. As ever accepting what would come his way.

[08:40] Fʀᴀnzɪᴀ (redwinelovah) watched the gesture of he Master and turned away moving towards the place of safety…the hypnotic entice of hips that drew the eyes of men, distraction, torment in the very steps she took. The pathway taken she found the bar, grabbing with a reach over, was the one of the wine bottles, one not marked for death, but amused as it was perhaps even Master Dimitri’s brand. After all, she had seen it far and wide, even as far as Telnus. The bottle, two empty glasses and a damsel in motion was on the return, one hand held both glasses by the stem.

[08:45] Guru (sagscor) He gets hit in the face, he raised his hand up but it slides off his elbow and hits him afterall, he did not touch his face, but kept his gaze on Crow, his voice was low, steady, but filled with an unyielding determination as he addressed Crow. His words came with the weight of someone who had carefully thought about this path, someone who understood that seeking the training of an assassin was not simply a matter of skill, but of transformation. “I have come to understand that the path I seek is not one of mercy or ease.” He nodded once to Franzia, acknowledging her presence without distraction, but his full attention remained on Crow, awaiting the next instruction. “Must be a test”, he grins. His words hung in the air, carrying the promise of dedication and sacrifice. There was no arrogance in his tone—only the cold, hard clarity of a man ready to embrace the deadly art that Crow wielded with mastery. Ofcourse he was angry as he was hit, however he maintained his cool, as he was a seasoned warrior.

[08:51] Crow (melchior.wardell) had this natural carelessness about him and yet nothing was simply there. Things were calculated, addressed in his mind. As if he was in this movie that would be played before it truly happened. Weighing options and outcomes and to see which would benefit him most. So when he spoke of a test he simply nodded “Yes a first of many if you truly wish to walk the path. A path only one out of ten seems to overcome alive.” he stated matter of factually.

“Many think that being a killer is about being at the other end of the pointy thing and while that is true … it is about many other things too.” he shared cryptic. “I do not waste my time to those that feel themselves bigger than a simple slap in the face. Since that is the least they will have to face.”

He would now indicate Franzia to offer them both wine. “I can see you gave this thought. Tell me why it is that you came to me, now?”

[08:52] Fʀᴀnzɪᴀ (redwinelovah) stayed upon the safety lines. No need to throw herself to the mix of men at testing their back and forth, skills. She twitched to hear the connect of a fist to flesh, but seemingly moved with the same tenature of supple grace, affected. The cork of the bottle was popped by the soft of velvet lips and poured into one glass, then another with the tilt of the bottle only halfway filled in each. She placed the bottle off to the side then, using one hand to gather each glass by the stem. swirling one and bringing to her nose to smell its bouquet with a flush of delight to curb her senses. An indraw, and then a slighted taste to ensure its quality and flavor. Its safety and presentation. One glass, then another. Once they had had paused, she began to continue forward, lifting both hands to the rise, each to the Master’s in easy attainment, two in one. Bonds were efficient that way.

[08:59] Guru (sagscor) stood tall, his posture unwavering, as he absorbed Crow’s words with the same quiet determination he had shown since the beginning. The weight of the challenge ahead did not faze him; in fact, it only solidified his resolve. He knew the risks, the grim reality of the path that Crow described. A path where only the strongest survived, where many would not see the light of another day. But to him, the reward outweighed the cost. He met Crow’s gaze, his voice steady and unwavering. “I have come to you because I seek something beyond what the world offers on its surface,” he said, the words clear and deliberate. “I have seen the chaos of the world—wars, betrayals, the endless fight for power. The weak are prey, and the strong are often not strong enough. The Black Caste, you offer a different kind of strength. Not the kind that stands in the light for all to see, but the kind that works in the shadows, hidden and silent, striking where it matters most. “I am not here because I seek power, but because I seek purpose,” he continued, his voice low but resolute. “I wish to master the art of influence, of precision, of being unseen yet always present. To strike only when necessary, to move when the world is unaware. I do not seek glory, nor recognition. I seek the freedom that comes with true mastery—the freedom to control, to move unnoticed, to make an impact without ever being seen. I came to you, because you know what it means to be truly free in this world. I wish to walk that path. A path where silence is the most powerful weapon, and the ability to disappear is a strength.I understand the risk. But this is my choice. It is not about being the biggest or the most feared. It is about knowing when to act, how to act, and leaving nothing behind but the consequences.” he paused briefly, his mind settling into the silence of his words before adding, “I came because this is the only way I see to become who I am meant to be.”

[09:08] Crow (melchior.wardell) listens and it was with the true intent to hear. To hear what he said, how he said it and to weigh the intent of the words chosen. He needed many and yet only a few were already telling Crow what kind of man he faced. He didn’t reply immediately as again to measure, prod and reason before he would address him once more.

He would look to Franzia awaiting for her to serve them. The scent of the wine already drifting to him as to see if the scent gave him any recognition. His eyes would rest upon her briefly. Wondering if she had been in the know of the plans of this man.

He turned back “A long time ago .. when I threw my insignia to the Ubar of Ar … I was a man of principles. Perhaps even arrogant and very much aware of my talents. But when I faced my mentor and learned that the training is done in celibacy, without the pleasures female flesh, wine or tavern brawls … I had to think that over.”

He would now move his hand to attempt to lift Franzia’s chin to the man. If she allowed him he was sure that if the man would look – he could see the promises of her lips, her passion in her eyes. “From what I learned this girl has submitted to you. And already you speak of giving that up?”

[09:11] Sasha Sin (sub.uwu) gave a small shrug. “I only know the black caste through rumors and tales. I’ve heard of mens shadows slay entire taverns. I… wanted to know what really happens.” Sasha stammered softly while Sirius hooked his thumbs in his belt. “As for my nightmares… I sleep a lot in the day. I do my chores and cleaning at night. The physicians said it was something that serum will fix but I’m too young right now.” she attempted to explain while she attempted to hide her need to feel guarded by rubbing a shoulder with the opposite hand.

[09:15] Fʀᴀnzɪᴀ (redwinelovah) felt the touch of Master Crow’s caress, the tip of her face that exposed the lines and blushes, the clear of her eyes and the line of her lips as her face was turned to Master Guru. Her body alive with a feverish pitch that was kept align with her rooted statue of humbled pride. Holding the glasses of wine for the pleasure of the Masters, fully tested, breathed and ready for consumption at their wim.

[09:20] Guru (sagscor) his posture as disciplined as ever. The weight of Crow’s words did not escape him, and he allowed the silence to stretch, sensing the subtle probing that Crow was engaging in. He had asked for this path, and now the reality of it was unfolding before him—tests, questions, and challenges that would define his resolve. When Crow mentioned the celibacy, the absence of worldly pleasures, his eyes narrowed slightly. He had thought long on the sacrifices required to walk this path, and he would not let the mention of a her submission or the temptations of the flesh sway him. He could see the connection between Crow and Franzia, the promise in her gaze, and yet he did not flinch. His path had already been set, and there was nothing that would divert him from it. His voice was quiet but resolute, “I came to you for the discipline of the Black Caste, not for the fleeting pleasures that can tie a man down. I understand the price of this training, and I accept it. I am not here to be distracted by the things
[09:20] Guru (sagscor): that pull men off their course—be it a woman’s touch, or the comfort of the tavern. These are but temporary distractions, and I have no need for them.”

“I understand what Franzia represents, but I also understand what I must give up to truly be free in this world. A man who is ruled by his desires is a man bound. I seek the freedom that comes with mastery over them, and the ability to control my own fate. The path you walk requires sacrifice, and I have already made mine.” He then looked toward Franzia briefly, his gaze softening for the briefest of moments before he turned back to Crow, his voice steady once more. “She has submitted, and that is her choice. I have made mine. My loyalty lies with the path you offer. This is why I am here.” To Franzia, he gave no outward sign of acknowledgment, but inside, there was a quiet recognition of her role and the weight of that moment. Her expression, her movements, the way she held herself—everything about her spoke of discipline, of training, of knowing her place in the world they navigated. His eyes returned to Crow, steady and unwavering, before he spoke once more. “I do not seek to be distracted by the world around me. My mind is fixed on the goal ahead.” His eyes lingered just a moment on Franzia, recognizing the beauty in the moment, before refocusing on Crow, awaiting the next test.

[09:25] Crow (melchior.wardell) would now let go of the girl and take the glass with the wine. His fingers brushing hers in a silent gesture she had done him well. Very well indeed. He would have the wine dance in his glass as he sniffed it to enjoy all aspect of it.

The conversation behind him drifted too him and a grin crept upon his lips. Just his brothers luck.

When the man spoke once again, the attention of Crow moved back fully upon him. “Words.” he replied. “It is easy to speak of it, but to live it.” he replied. He would now indicate the man to take the other glass. “Take it … ” he stated. He than would give a meaningful look to Franzia and would turn back to Guru “Ever heard of the wait ?” he asks curious.

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