[11:23:31] Crow (melchior.wardell) was calling for the animal to stop but it did not listen. As it went around the fire and moved right over the pillows Crow would pull the leash and try to have the animal respond to his directions. “You stupid animal!” he called out “If you do not listen you will hurt yourself.” he warned as one of the branches swiped right in Crow’s face. “You damned Beast!”
[11:28:45] KeDjA (lilli.breda) raises her head as she hears the roar and the snorting and trampling of an animal outside the tent. Her hand remains in Arsu’s trousers, she has a job to do after all. Her brow furrows “I’m not sure if that’s a man scolding a slave or an animal” she turns her head to Arsus and grins at him for his words “maybe I’ll be generous and let you share in the cap empire” she winks before pulling her hand out of his trousers “I think someone needs your help, my master” back to protocol. Change of address. But she smiles. Happy.
[11:29:07] Crow (melchior.wardell) finally had the animal stop as it had found the meat that was there for consumption by the killers and their slaves. “No no no !!!” Crow called out again. Trying to get some control. “Why are you not listening.” he questioned. Surely very much aware that the animal would not answer him. It was devouring the feast of whatever was out there for his reach. Crow leaned forward as to see if his weight might do anything, but the aninal only enjoyed the meat and gave a casual glance to Crow as to hush him down. “You must be a woman.” he tells it. “Those like to battle with me too. A man would know when to stop. Surely you wish to be whipped.”
[11:31:05] αяѕυѕ (daimos.baarer): Crow was talking about a stupid animal, hadn’t he managed to shoo away a fly? As much as he was amused by the thought of Crow waving his hands to shoo the fly away, the fly sticking its tongue out and humming ‘nänänänänääääääääää’, it had to be something else, flies don’t make such dull, loud noises on the ground when they walk. He should take a look at and as Kedja pulled out her hand he nodded. Lets take a look outside.
[11:31:37] αяѕυѕ (daimos.baarer): “Lets take a look outside”
[11:33:45] KeDjA (lilli.breda) nods slightly, briefly adjusts the scarf around her hips and follows him. Passing the washstand, she briefly dips her hands in the water and dries them with the same hip towel. She hums softly before stepping out of the tent, curious to see who is making such a noise. She stops humming as she does so.
[11:34:19] Crow (melchior.wardell) was unaware of being overheard. Not that he had time to over think things. Surely the animal was trying to overstep the boundaries Crow had set for it. When the Tharlarion took hold of the sausages and again looked at Crow, he laughed. “Do you have any idea how silly this looks” he asks “I mean … as if you are unfit to get your own food.” he taunted. As Klauw looked at him it almost seemed as if there was mirth in its eyes. “You are a woman. I must have guessed right.” he stated. “Teasing until I get my whip and than all hugs and kisses.”
[11:39:31] αяѕυѕ (daimos.baarer): When Arsus opened the tent, he froze for a moment, if he were a Northman he would certainly have called out ‘by odin’, if he were a Southman he might have called out ‘by the silks of my slave’, but here he froze for a moment. He looked up to see if there was a rider on it, he hoped so. A thalarion like that was capable of tearing down all the tents. He caught sight of Crow talking to the Thalarion in a slightly amused manner, so they seemed to know each other. “Greetings Crow” he called upwards, hopefully not too loudly, he didn’t want the Thalarion to get spooked.
[11:40:41] KeDjA (lilli.breda) pauses as a huge Thalarion stands in front of the tent. She hears Crow’s words about women and grins broadly “A whip will do no good, Master. Only a blow to the eye or ear with a stick will do. Kurt wouldn’t even feel it,” she blinks and keeps a clear distance from the animal. She is never comfortable with carnivores
[11:42:20] Crow (melchior.wardell) looked over his shoulder tears in his eyes “Greetings you both.” as he noted Arsus and Kedja there. “I am sorry. Did I wake you ?” he asks. “Klauw seems to have a mind of her own.” he explained. “I did not know if it was a male of female . But now I know. Please forgive me Kedja, but this animal tries to get under my skin like only a woman can.” he explained. “Arsus can you please take the leash near her beak. She will eat all that is there if we do not stop her.” he expliained.
[11:45:56] αяѕυѕ (daimos.baarer): Arsus knew how voracious Thalarios are, with a determined step he wants to go towards the Thalarion, catches his right foot in a long and very stable blade of grass and would actually fall down for a long time, but he skillfully rolls on the ground, grabs the leash and stands up again as if it was meant to be. “i’ve got the leash” he shouts triumphantly
[11:49:13] Crow (melchior.wardell) was trying to not get into that laugher that was difficult to stop. He barely managed as Arsus held the leash. When Arsus had it “Let me get from its back.” he reasons. While he tried to keep pressure upon the animals back so it wouldn’t move to much. “Oh my .. By the Priest Kings … this is quite the challenge.” he winked towards Kedja “Seems some women know how to put up a fight.” he jested. as he would take the leash from Arsus and would move the animal back to the post he had created so it could cool off – or was it Crow that needed to cool off.
[11:50:41] KeDjA (lilli.breda) smiles at Crow. There was no need to apologise to her. “I just wanted to say that Thalarion won’t feel the lashes, Master. The only sensitive areas are the ears and eyes. Not like us women. We’re naturally sensitive all over,” she then grins briefly and watches Arsus as he tries to reach the leash. Sometimes she wonders how it is that he survived his training.
[11:52:09] Crow (melchior.wardell) would love to have the talent of reading thoughts !
[11:57:09] αяѕυѕ (daimos.baarer): “Well Crow, it looks like you got a new wife… ähmmm a new thingy to train I mean. Looks like Klauw knows how to handle you” he laughs ” shouldn’t that be different?” “he would handover the leash to Crow and then he makes sure, something has been left to eat. “all woman are mostly the same Crow” still laughing “they make us believe that we have the say”
[11:58:34] Crow (melchior.wardell) turned back to Kedja as she spoke of the sensitive spots of a tharlarion. He was about to ask – but as he saw her think – thought better of it. Surely the sassy slave would have a to the point reply and make him look even more stupid. “Well I can not poke its eyes … surely she will not forgive me if I ever dare. And those ears … those are the problem.” he answers. He than turned to Arsus “Did my tharlarion tried to make you trip ?” Surely Crow had not seen the thing Kedja had. When Arsus spoke of women, Crow laughed again “Arsus … you must know by now that we are the weaker sex.”
[12:01:40] KeDjA (lilli.breda) is now grinning visibly as Arsu’s last sentence falls. She hastily lowers her head and bends down to tug at the strap around her right foot, as if this is extremely important. Her long hair falls forward, hopefully covering her face. She struggled to suppress her giggles as Crow went one better and spoke of the weaker sex. The strap on her foot required her full attention
[12:05:51] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) had made her way outside, rubbing her eyes; woken by a whole bunch of noise and commotion that she simply could not describe. Half asleep still, eyes still blurred, she padded over to where the warm bodies were. “Are we under attack, My Master?” she manages as she stifles half a yawn, tugging at her silks she had quickly thrown on as she moves.
[12:07:30] Crow (melchior.wardell) noted the strap on her foot and how much attention she gave it. Surely it betrayed that it wasn’t as much about the strap but her avoiding him to read her thoughts. As he turned back to Haru as she asked if they were under attack “Now you are asking?” he asks “If you were better trained you would have been here 10 ehn ago.” he stated in a voice that held his amusement. “Now Arsus had to safe the supper and other supplies Klauw got her teeth in.”
[12:08:32] KeDjA (lilli.breda) Haru sinks Kedja’s self-control with a single leap and she lets out a snort. Still bent over, her body shakes with laughter before she sits up and holds her stomach, trying desperately not to be so loud. She presses a hand over her mouth as tears of laughter well up in her eyes. Again and again her body is seized by a volley of laughter, which of course does not subside thanks to Crow’s response.
[12:08:59] αяѕυѕ (daimos.baarer): “Yes yes, it was your Thalarion, what else” he said back, still tears in his eyes. Arsus woul look at Kedja, wondering what is so of interest with the strap on her foot. “I know that Crow, I know. they have the property of leading us to think that we are doing things of our own free will, yes yes”. He would then look to Haru, did only heard the word under attack and said “Thalarions, big as the mountains, I could not count them all, but I defended heroic our soup” he said with a laugh.
[12:12:05] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would relax but her face would fall at the responses. “I beg forgiveness, My Master, but you exhausted me so much last night I had no control over my waking ehn.” She rubs her eyes a little more, getting the sleep out of them as she looked over to Arsus and Kedja then. “Tal Master, Sister,” she says with a soft yawn. It would be a moment longer; she’d really been pulled right out of an intense dream. Her blurred gaze moves to Arsus. “Tharlarions are leading us, Master?” she hadn’t heard the earlier lines of conversation.
[12:12:53] Crow (melchior.wardell) would look from one to the other. Surely this couldn’t be true. This must be a joke or jest. None would believe them. Two killers and their slaves with a tharlarion. in a black caste tented compound were discussing the weaker sex. [12:14:12] Crow (melchior.wardell) noted the tired look of his girl and could only guess that she was still exhausted. The kamasutra positions were quite difficult and high in numbers.
[12:22:23] αяѕυѕ (daimos.baarer): “Yes, no Haru” stammered Arsus, something had confused Haru. Arsus actually wanted to say something else, but looked at Kedja and thought she wanted to start dancing now when she turned around herself. Strangely enough, she then disappeared into the tent, laughing. “Umm, no Haru, the Thalarions aren’t leading us” he paused dramatically, drum rolls sounding in the background … “not anymore, I have heroically defended our soup, as I said before” ..
[12:24:44] Λdɨяα (sutara.luminos): would walk into the camp, as she would see Crow ,Arsus and Haru, Greetings Masters, Sister, she would look about for lovely Kedja, not seeing her of yet she would assume she was doing chores or on a task..
[12:25:05] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would blink at all of Kedja’s laughing and would look down at her outfit as if maybe she had triggered it. Was she wearing her silks inside out or something? Still, she would slide up to her masters, slipping her arms around his waist. She was just going to wait for it all to subside as she puzzled over the tharlarions and more, still trying to figure it out. Some mornings her brain could really take a moment to wake and get up to speed. She saw Adira and gave her a look as if she might be able to solve the whole puzzle.
[12:25:41] Crow (melchior.wardell) watches as Kedja moves into the tent. A brow arched in surprise as he turned his attention back to Arsus “I hope she is well ?” he stated as casual he could muster. Surely Crow tried to keep his own control over his laughter which was still very thin. He had not laughed this much in a long time. Surely he only needed Arsus, Kedja and his own girl for this much pleasure. Sure many killers were cool and all doom and shadows. But thankfully Arsus and Crow had been able to maintain that small part of their original personalities. They showed on occasions when they were in their privacy of their compound. When Arsus spoke of the soup Crow snorted. “The sausages are unfortunately spoils from its war.” as Adira came into their proximity he would smile to her “Greetings girl.” he offered.
[08:35:51] Crow (melchior.wardell) noted what the man did and would allow him such. Surely none of them knew who is mark was. He as ever would take his time to ensure that when the kill would be there – it was done with deadly precision. “It has been a long time.” he stated “I always wondered what happened after we seen each other last?” so when the man invited him he would wave his hand in a gesture to follow.
[08:37:03] Aric Descian (wickedworkofheart): “Things best left discussed in less public spaces,” he said simply, and with that, he continued along, his limped steps slow, but continual.
[08:41:02] Crow (melchior.wardell) followed the man to what seemed to be his private home. As he entered he would place his shield to the side as to ensure he wouldn’t knock anything over when he moved. He could see the richness of the decoration. As he follow him to the table and watched how the man took his seat. “It has been quite some time Joran, or is it Aric these days ?” he asks. Clearly Crow had done some of his homework.
[08:43:57] Aric Descian (wickedworkofheart): “When last we saw one another, your black court was held in a city lost, and then in the port of Kar. In both those instances, I was still in the collar of Eirik Koskinen, and knew you then to be the master of the court. Your girl Haru was a much loved and dear friend to me, she is still someone I enjoy the company of. Forgive me for sending those of my caste away, I knew you wished to speak with me. I was both trying to get them to stop meddling, and in truth, I worried for them. Please,” he gestured to a seat at hsi dining room table. “May I offer you something to drink?” He looked up, listening. “Aric was a use name I went by when I came here, I later had it properly and legally changed. The warriors of Telnus made sure I understood the cost of standing up to a warrior, but, I did what was right in my heart, and I would do it again, even knowing the price.”
[08:48:04] Crow (melchior.wardell) took a seat as he listens. “I know my girl to be fond of you too.” he replied. “I lost track of Eirik after I lend him gold.” he added. There was no anger in his voice. No judgment that Eirik might have fooled him. He was sure the money would return one day. “I met your son. A young and promising son. Atleast I guessed he was yours due to his purple eyes. I never learned to know someone else with those.” he admitted. “And now you are head of caste ?” he asks. As to the offer of drink he would dismiss it. “I fear that while I hunt I refrain myself from those pleasures.” he shared. “The warriors of Telnus?” he asks “What happened?” curious to that story.
[08:58:00] Aric Descian (wickedworkofheart): “I am sorry to hear that lent coin must necessitate your seeking the borrower. I am not made of coin, but I do have some. If I may ask, what is owed? I can assist to pay the debt. Eirik is still someone I care about, and see regularly. My son, yes… I only just learned not long that I had a blood heir. His mother never told me, and he sought me out, here, after she died. I was the head of the scribes caste here, but no longer. There was a coup. A man called by the name of Trent Victus manipulated Lilura, one of my former scribes. She arranged for a petition, it was a a whole nasty business, and an attempt at a power grab. As for the warriors of Telnus, the short version is, that my former, and very first free companion was trying to support and comfort me when a warrior of Telnus was being openly disrespectful and cruel. But I recognized that the warrior was trying to bait him, and I worried for him. I got in between Antonius and Cassien. Told the warrior I would give him a debt if only he would let it be,
[08:58:08] Aric Descian (wickedworkofheart): leave Cassien alone. I would have given over a debt without time constraints, without limits at the time. Even had it cost me dearly. I loved him. That was all I could see at the time. I only wanted to keep him safe. I have always been a deeply feeling man. That hasn’t changed.” He sighed. “The warrior tricked him, challenged him. I drew a weapon to try to defend him, even knowing I was no match for a warrior. The warrior beat both of us savagely. Cassien was better off than I. I still can’t breathe properly, and if I move too fast, I get to wheezing. I’ll never be able to run again, I’m not physically capable of it. That was for that alone. Still worse, Telnus arrested me when I called for the warrior to be arrested. I was accused of things, denied food and water, for days, tortured, by their warriors. I am missing toes on both my feet now, my balance is compromised, I need this. to walk well now.” He lifted his cane.
[09:06:20] Crow (melchior.wardell) listens and for a moment a smile would form on his lips. “Do not worry about gold or a debt. Eirik and I will meet again. I am sure.” he replied. “I had hope to see him succeed within the Port. And yet there it fell in to disgrace of the Priest Kings.” with the last words he would regard Aric as if it sympathized something important. “At times I reflect on my life and consider it one with many twists and turns and yet when I hear yours … I feel like mine is a calm brook while yours is a wild river.” he arched a brow at the tale of Telnus. He would lift himself up now as to start pace “Did you know they have no love for our caste ? We are no longer allowed armed within the city.” he stated. “The men in the city cruel and foolish. But surely they will eventually get what is theirs. Life always has a way of doing that.” he added. “How did you escape that predicament ?” he asks as noted the cane “It looks like an amazing piece of craftsmanship. May I ?”he asked while he held out his hand as to see it from near.
[09:16:19] Aric Descian (wickedworkofheart): “Yes, I was initially a wharf praetor there, but so much happened. After what those of Telnus did to me, I have no love in my heart for them, and yet, our now Ubar declares us at war with Genesian Port, and under martial law. Even now I am under task to see to aiding him in revising the laws of Victoria. I thought surely he summoned me to kill me, and come to find out, he would offer me the mantle of Regent instead.” He looked up and smiled, “I have never until Victoria been sworn to a home stone. Never loved a people and been loyal to the ideals of wanting a city to thrive before the way I do here. Though I am often busy, for the first time in my life, I am truly happy. I feel like I am part of something greater than the sum of myself alone, and like I can nd do actually make a difference. Here, I have been able to help people, and to serve the people, and it feels… Worthwhile. Fulfilling on a level nothing else has ever touched, save one. My Ubar has told me of his want not to have killers in the city,
[09:16:27] Aric Descian (wickedworkofheart): but I know you have been here seeking of late. I do not know whom it is you hunt, but I hope for their sake, that it is swift, and painless. I wonder… If the man, or woman, that you must kill here, were to be collared, their personhood would be ended. By all accounts slain. Would it be an acceptable resolution to a man like you? To bring low and kill their status as a free, rendering them slave?” He became quiet a moment, and offered up the cane. “It is in truth a weapon, a custom made piece. The sheath and end comes away. Not that I am in any condition to fight were I cornered. I’d never stand a chance. I can’t even dance around to move to flee. My balance won’t allow for it.” Another sigh. “But, despite that, so many good thigns have happened here. I am -so- proud of my daughter. She, is now our head of caste. She is being courted by one of our high council. As a father, I couldn’t ask for a finer daughter than Anna.”
[09:19:07] Aric Descian (wickedworkofheart): “As for how I ‘escaped’, I didn’t. Their Ubar tried to kill me. I was heaved from the back of his palace, after everything else that was done to me. My shoulder his a rocky outcropping, and the waterfall carried me to the Thassa below. I was on death’s door when Eirik found me, and brought me here. His free companion tended me initially. For months I was laid up, recovering. Even now, as you can see, I will live with what Telnus did to me for the rest of my life.”
[09:19:30] Aric Descian (wickedworkofheart): hit not his*
[09:26:43] Crow (melchior.wardell) would listen. In this moment there were three men inside of this room. The man he was born to be. The man that could still feel. That knew that what was shared was true. A man truly happy for once ? A man that held his family to high regards, gave his time and duty for the citizens of the Port. He could see the heartship the man had faced over the years. He had been witness of it and remembered the encounters well. Perhaps if the other side of Crow had not been here he would have placed a hand upon the mans shoulder. Squeezed as to tell him he did well. That he should be proud of what he had accomplished. Even now as Aric had invited into his home. Crow could feel the dishonesty of it. For a moment that man seeped through. “You have achieved things none would imagine when we met first.”he stated kindly. The warmth of what once was a father draped around them. As he would look at the cane and continued to listen he would study it further. He would turn his attention back to Aric “As to your question
[09:26:43] Crow (melchior.wardell): concerning the hunt. Unfortunately to escape the mark is only death. There is no debate or escape not even one that is often granted submission. In that I do wear the black for reason.” he explained one of the codes of his caste. Which might be already telling. “So Regent ?” he asks. “Anything that you wish to accomplish yet ?” he asked further as he would take the weapon from its sheath.
[09:31:42] Aric Descian (wickedworkofheart): “I spent most of my life as a slave. I am 312 years old, and 12 of those years were spent as a scribe. I have at times questioned if I made the rights choices. I think all men do. It has never been my pleasure to have to do what has needed to be done when it came to disciplining others.” He watched as Crow pulled the sheath and revealed the thin hidden blade, and couldn’t help but swallow nervously. Aric looked up at the killer, searching his eyes for an answer to an unspoken question. He was frightened, it shown in his eyes. Was the man asking if he had any last requests?
[09:40:18] Crow (melchior.wardell) balanced the thin weapon as he listens to Aric. In a way Crow truly could. Not only hearing the words but feeling the weight of every one of them. He was unfortunately not only the man that was still capable of feeling. He was also the killer, the assassin that had not earned his livery easy. Every time he would face a certain death that of his mark or his own. It designed a man that was able to shut down any emotion that would stop you from your murder. It was a man only those that eventually had met their demise would truly see. The killer that held no judgment to whatever wrong or right. It was a man simply paid to do a job. And that job was murder. When that change came about in Crow. He could read the question in Aric’s eyes. He could see the mans fear. And with it he would do as he requested. He would aim quick and precise into his heart. “I will be swift.” he than whispered as to make a final vow.
[09:46:24] Aric Descian (wickedworkofheart): Swallowing harshly, he looked about, thankful his children were not here to be placed in danger for witness or to themselves be placed at risk. He had so many questions, the who. The why. But he knew better than to ask. This was a killer, a man who had a job to do, and limited time to complete his task. He could call out, and some might hear, but to what end? “You asked if there is anything still that I would accomplish, there is. Will you allow me to write a document and will you then deliver that document to the scribes hall? A will, to ensure my children who depend upon me are well cared and provided for? Grant me this one ask, in honor of the respect and hospitality I have shown you. It is all I ask. Please?”
[09:52:23] Crow (melchior.wardell) was no longer the father or friend. Crow was the killer and knew that in the moment of the mans death he could scream or make his perfect murder one that could bring him his death. So when the question came, Crow shook his head coldly. “There is no honor in the assassin, Aric. But I know Eirik and I know your children will be well cared for – even if I never get my gold back because of it.” Perhaps it was easier to let him write that letter – it cared not. No assassin would be stopped out of obligation or good decency. So he would twist the weapon as to perforate the mans heart so it would internally loose enough blood. Perhaps ensure that there was no longer blood flow to the mans head and reason. No cry for help even escaping due to his well performed kill ?
[09:52:26] LR Emperor Gladius Draw 2.30: Drawn
[09:52:28] LR Emperor Gladius Draw 2.30: Melee Hit on wickedworkofheart Resident
[09:52:29] LR Emperor Gladius Draw 2.30: Melee Hit on wickedworkofheart Resident
[09:52:29] LR Emperor Gladius Draw 2.30: Melee Hit on wickedworkofheart Resident
[09:52:30] LR Emperor Gladius Draw 2.30: Melee Hit on wickedworkofheart Resident
[09:52:31] LR Emperor Gladius Draw 2.30: Melee Hit on wickedworkofheart Resident
[09:52:31] LR Emperor Gladius Draw 2.30: Melee Hit on wickedworkofheart Resident
[09:53:08] Crow (melchior.wardell) would lower the cane and take his knife and worked at a speed that only someone who had done it many times before would achieve. He would slit his throat with that. It was efficient and he could do it in a way that only his blade would contain Aric’s blood.
[09:53:47] Crow (melchior.wardell) looked carefully at Aric again. “You angered the wrong people in Telnus. Your life has been paid for. They learned from your escape.” He would do another check just to be sure the man would loose his life. The wound was one that you couldn’t just recover from. In fact, it was certain that this life was really over.
[09:54:17] Crow (melchior.wardell) stood beside him. “I will await your chaos in the city of dust, Aric.” He closed his eyes for a moment as a kind of final tribute. Knowing that one day he too would face those gates of his after life. Then he would leave quickly.
[09:54] zCS # [Mod] ☠ wickedworkofheart Resident was killed by Melchior Wardell. ☠
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[10:54] Crow (melchior.wardell) chuckled. “It seems to be bread in thin slices and in between these slices you put butter, cheese, meat if you desire or even a girl spoke of ‘hag el slag’ No idea what it was but she told me it tasted like chocolate.” he now noted his girl arrive and lifted his mug with black wine – still steaming hot. “We are discussing Earth cuisine.”
[10:56] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) slipped out of the tent and made her way over to the kitchenette. She worked quietly, her eyes flickering to the two figures by the fire. Of course, one took her eyes as it might be expected and when made her way over after a short moment, she held a black mug with gold filigree in the form of a crow. “My Master,” she purrs in her soft tones, clearly quite pleased to have him back and unmarked. Her gaze then turning to Alexander. “Tal Master.” She went to look to her master’s hands and tilts her head to the side. “Ah…..” Well, he had extra now. To keep him awake longer, of course.
[11:11] Crow (melchior.wardell) was a good listener and one with more knowledge than most might credit him for. He had nest trust had been on Earth and knew more than most could speak of. So when Alexander spoke of it he knew exactly what he meant. He had noted a gun once in Ar and at that time feared the blue flame instantly. “Such things seem dangerous and will cause a certain death I imagine.” he stated as if to down play whatever knowledge might be portrayed. “I can not phantom such a weapon.” he eventually concluded. As he drained his mug with black wine. he would look at his girl “Ah .. today we have an important mission.” he tells her. “We will unlock that thing around your neck and have it replaced by one made for you.”
[11:16] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would tilt her head, listening. She knew exactly what a gun was. The girl was a barbarian after all despite the overlying belief by most that she was Pani by birth. Sure, it had been a long time she had been on Gor; surviving much longer than many other barbarian slaves and slowly melding herself into things – but that knowledge remained. Still, the talk was between the two men and she knew well the dangers of speaking on such matters so she kept her mouth shut ‘like a good girl’. At least, until she heard her master’s follow-up comment, moving her gaze back from Alex and to him. “I…. My Master?” she squeaks, almost looking to him in a disbelieving manner. “A collar?” Her free hand comes up, the other still holding the second cup of black wine, to touch the thing around her neck that she had worn for longer than she could remember. “I… I do not know what to say, My Master.” She looked lost, excitement hiding in the back of her eyes but the girl trying to keep herself in check in front of another killer.
[11:28] Crow (melchior.wardell) knew that this must have come as a surprise. The collar one that was wielded and thus might still be a challenge was hardly ever discussed. The collar enough for him to leash her and as it gave nothing as to ownership he had let is simply be. But over time he wanted to have her fully known that he owned her. Even if it meant some damage to have a well designed collar around her neck. “But first … I we might need to find a skilled metal worker. One that is able to get that one off.” When Alexander spoke Crow could picture the way upon earth. He did not held them to a high standard. Their planet was polluted and most men weak. So when the topic was changed Crow arched a brow “I was not made aware .. This must be recent as I have not been disturbed in my hunt or kill.” he replied. “I knew there was change in leadership. Have they grown weary due to a murder?” he asks.
[11:32] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would swallow as her master mentioned the metalworker. She had worn the collar for so long that it was like a second skin; she had forgotten that it was welded and her face paled at the very thought. She knew just how dangerous that was. A single strike, a single blow, placed at just the wrong place or angle and it could all be over for her in an instant. She swallows. For all her bravery, Haru did not welcome the thought of her own death. “H… hai, of course My Master.” She wondered where they would go though at the same time was thankful for the other topic flowing around them that serve to semi-distract her from the potentially ominous thoughts.
[11:40] Crow (melchior.wardell) would inclines his head “Same story – told more than once. Indeed.” he would wish him well with a small gesture. “Be well.” before he would turn to his girl and change the mug she was holding with the one he held on too. “I wonder if there is a good metalworker near. Or perhaps we should question Scar as he forged the one around your neck – did he not ?”
[11:44] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would look to her master as he switches the mugs over, taking the empty one and placing it delicately between her thighs, keeping it from touching the ground beneath. “No, My Master,” she says in her soft tones. Scar had been her first owner in the caste, indeed, but “This is not his collar.” Her head shakes a little, the girl almost grimacing at that. Scar had been the first in a line of men to abandon her but he wasn’t the worst. “This was done by the court master in Tarn Ridge,” she says. “A man who took over when the ginger haired master abandoned all – and then he too disappeared the very next day after collaring me to that court.” Not even a full day and the man was gone. Never to be heard from ever again. “He said that he welded it ensure that I could never remove it and release myself from the caste.”
[11:46] Crow (melchior.wardell) would gulp down the black wine. “We will see Telnus and find a metal worker. But I will not go in black let me change for a moment.” he suggested. Prepare to go.” he commanded. “We will go by tarn.”
[11:49] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would move into the tent, quickly moving to pack things. She did not expect the trip to be long; not with Shriek taking them, so she kept things to a minimum. Her dark hues would watch Crow as she worked though, waiting to see what colour her master opted for and if he would remove his sash. She would, if given the moment, change to match, even if the same silks – the colour options he had provided her with were outstanding and flexible. Plenty of opportunity to wear more than just black.
[11:57] Crow (melchior.wardell) would change his way of dress. “Come mine. Let us see Telnus.” with that he would depart.
[11:58] Crow (melchior.wardell) would call upon Shriek and departed to telnus.
==== TELNUS ====
[12:03] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would toy with her master’s hair as they flew to Telnus, smiling ever so softly. “I’m not used to seeing it up, My Master,” she purrs. “It is a different look. I like it.” She let the long silken strands flow through her fingers. Enjoying the moment. When they arrived, she would let him help her down from Shriek, falling in behind him with a light step; both joy and yet nervousness showing in her motions. Most might not be able to pick up the latter but she had been with him long enough for him to learn the signs. Her movements slightly more jarring than they usually would be. Less fluid.
[12:07] Crow (melchior.wardell) too enjoyed the life in which he can just enjoy the finer things in life. Of course there was nothing more rewarding than completing a mission and yet he enjoyed when it was finished. As she toyed he allowed her. These were the moments in which she was allowed and could. When they moved through the city he knew where to be and did not linger. He wasn’t here to draw attention, but simply in hope to meet the blacksmith he had seen working his forge when he had been here previous. “Bah … just my luck. When one needs one he isn’t there and one doesn’t he shows up.” he replied and tells her.
[12:11] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) had noted the lack of a smithy as well when they had arrived, and as he spoke she would slide her arms around his waste. “Did you not use up all of your luck in acquiring me, My Master?” she teases, a sparkle in her eyes. There were no bells to ring; no way to summon a smithy from what she could see and so as she held herself against him she would look up, her dark hues flickering over his features. It was a different perspective with his hair tied back; one she did not get to enjoy as often. “Are you able to do it, My Master?” she asks. She trusted him to all ends of the world and in all ways one could be trusted. “Or shall we try another?”
[12:16] Crow (melchior.wardell) would laugh at her suggestion of being out of luck. Surely he wasn’t. If he had been his life had been ended on any of the missions he had lived since owning her. Yet here he was – breathing still. He would look about himself. “Nothing lives for ever. Even a collar such as yours will eventually give in.” he replied to her. “So yes I think I can … but it is the tools that might be the thing … ” he would pull her with him inside of the smithy “Perhaps we can see if any of these might be helpful.” he suggested. “Of course when the smith announces himself we can always turn to him and pay him.” he replied.
[12:21] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would move in with him. Had she been able to read his mind she would have assured him that his survival was likely down to skill more than luck. He was good at his craft; she had observed it for a long time now and there was no denying how well trained he kept himself. But still, it was simply a tease; playing – a way for her to show her affections for the man she had come to give herself to completely. As they entered she was keenly aware that she was barefoot, picking her steps carefully that she did not step on any stray shards of metal. Haru had worked in a smithy before and was more than comfortable around such, though her own duties had been limited to sharpening and polishing. Cleaning the forge and surrounds. “What tools will be needed?” she asks. No sign of a smithy so far.
[12:24] Crow (melchior.wardell) pointed to the vice “Kneel there and place your neck on the metal screw. I will not use the screw but have it as a base for the metal being supported. He would take a chisel and a hammer from all the tools. He would weight them both in his hands as he would see if they were the ones he wished to use.
[12:28] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) made her way to the vice as indicated, lowering to her knees and then stretching to place her neck on the metal screw. She had to shift some, her small frame not perfectly suited for such a position but she had to make sure she could hold herself steady for what was to come. Immobile. He was behind her now, the sounds of him testing the tools and weighing them audible but she did not dare turn to look, allowing herself to settle into position and close her eyes. Focus. Slow your breathing and focus. This was one of those moments and while she could be totally still as it was, the danger of the moment had her on edge even with the promises of what it would bring once complete.
[12:31] Crow (melchior.wardell) picked up a tool that was specially made for working metal. He looked around for something on which he could work the collar. He couldn’t do it if there was no resistance. He had her sit down near the vice. Not with the idea of using it as a vice, but as a support on which he could place the collar. He placed the chisel between her neck and the collar. The space was tight and he knew that with his finger he would increase the pressure on her windpipe. “Breathe in,” he said before he began his work. Then he began to strike with a hammer. Slowly but with the deadly precision that he also had in his work. He was strong and this allowed him to thin the metal. It wasn’t fast, but slowly but surely the metal tired under the constant pressure of the chisel and his force with the hammer.
[12:36] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would breathe in. Filling her lungs with air as he slid the chisel beneath the collar. This would allow her to slowly exhale; a calm action that would be jolted and jarred with each strike of the hammer. She kept her eyes closed; not for not wanting to see him but for not wanting to see the hammer come down. Ignorance helped her to stay still in the moment though she near jumped each time the vibrations from the hammer shook her body. But she trusted him. Trusted that he would work slow and take his time. Keep her safe from that one erred blow that could crush the very same windpipe in a single strike. Slowly, the metal thinned, her fingers curling behind her; bracelets to keep her hands away from the hammer’s arc.
[12:39] Crow (melchior.wardell) would let her go for a moment as to allow her to breath. The voices of the girls a welcome distraction for the work he was doing. “Greetings.” he offered. “You both know that curiosity killed the gianni ?” he teases as he winked to both. He would look to his girl again. “Breathe in again.” as he would again use the hammer to work the metal slow but with precision. He was careful not to hit anything but the chisel. He was very much aware that each blow was enough to harm her if he missed.
[12:46] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) could hear the other girls approaching but she was not going to greet them. She would not speak, nor move – only to breathe and as he instructed her to breathe in again, she did so once more. A lung-full, the long, slow exhale that helped to hold her steady. Her life was in her master’s hands right now, and she wasn’t going to do anything to encourage him to miss – intentional or not. Would it take long? Or was this quick? She could feel the steel ring shifting and deforming as he flattened the one section – curing in her mind the man that had welded it long ago; who had felt it appropriate, not that she’d had any choice in the matter. The next. The replacement that was coming; that she could beg to be welded. To never be removed but such choices were in her master’s hands and his alone. No others.
[12:50] Crow (melchior.wardell) did not mind the curious slaves. In fact these were the rare occasions he enjoyed them. Their stories, their replies, their wisdom or even their sense of humor. He simply listens when the nine lives came to play. When both girls left he would again pause as to see if the collar was slowly giving in. “It gets very thin …but be watchful though. When it is thin it gets sharp too.” he cautions. “Breathe in again.” he continued.
[12:54] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) was listening but not watching but despite her heightened senses that the physician had brought about, she could not pick up that tell-tale patter of feet departing. The hammer’s blows were ringing in her ears, half deafening her in such a manner that the quiet sounds of the environment were simply inaudible. Again she breathed in, not even daring to nod in response to her master’s words but instead tapping her nails against the chains of her silks. One, two. A yes. A positive response. Voices were heard; the familiar tones of Shelby’s mixed with that of one of the girls. Nine lives. Haru had heard it and couldn’t help but smile. What life was she on now? It was all his as well as any she had remaining. The feline-souled girl couldn’t help but roll the meaning around in her mind.
[12:57] Crow (melchior.wardell) would see the iron give in. With each blow it would loose its strength and when that final blow came in which it would be carved in two he himself would breath in. “Hold still.” he warned her further. With a pliers he would take in both sides and start to pull them apart. Both sides razor sharp and clearly able to cut through her skin if she ever dared to move. He would give it all his strength to pull them wider.
[13:01] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would go still as she felt the change. The hammer stopping. That clanging and jarring that shook her to her very bones halted as he took hand to steel and began to pull. She would whimper, involuntarily; a moment of weakness and vulnerability as she felt those sharp edges sliding and bending around her neck. Do not move. Don’t even blink. Let him do what needed to be done and give yourself to him completely; in his hands and at his mercy. Her eyes scrunched up, nose wrinkling a little as she waited to feel that final release from her old bondage.
[13:07] Crow (melchior.wardell) was surprised how easy the metal would give in. “Surely the man was all talk and no play, mine. This metal wasn’t that difficult to work on. As he slowly moved it in such a way that it would eventually fall upon the tiles in the smith. “Want to keep it for remembering it ?” he asks as he now would take the new collar from his belt. This one well designed and developed. This one would not be welded, but locked. Crow was quite particular when it came to these things. He always wanted to opportunity to unlock it and take it back if the girl would no longer honor him in that collar. The gold – was gold, the leather was quite well worked leather that was soft to her skin. “Stand if you will.” he demanded fully aware that she was uncollared for this brief moment.
[13:14] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would hear her master’s words, lifting to her feet as he commanded her to stand, breathing with an ease after the collar was removed. “No, My Master,” she says, shaking her head. “That is from a life past. My life now is with you.” Memories; that collar, the one removed, came with many painful ones. Sure, her master had tempered that but a fresh slate, a new beginning, that was what this all was in a sense; something to be filled with love, joy and adoration. Just don’t tell the world that; he had a reputation to uphold, right? She opened her eyes then, turning to look to her master, drinking him in. There were tears in the corners of her eyes. Tears of joy. Pride, even.
[13:18] Crow (melchior.wardell) had been working on the collar for a long time. Have it designed. Made with the best materials. He showed the gold, the marking that clearly represented him in a subtle way. The fine leather and the way it can be locked in place. “Take your hair up.” he suggested. If she would do so he would place the new collar specially designed for her around her neck. Lockign it in place with a small key he would put in a pocket on his belt.
[13:22] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) went wide eyed as he presented the collar to show her, a small coo escaping her lips. “It is beautiful, My Master,” she purrs. She wanted to jump on him. To wrap her arms around him and kiss him all over to show her affections. Her appreciation. But she also knew the nature of the moment and kept herself in check, hands moving to lift her hair up from her shoulders, bunching it all at the top like some kind of tea bag; bare neck now on display – the most vulnerable a girl could ever be as her heart fluttered. She felt it wrap around her neck, the leather likely laced with steel but she would never know and prayed its strength would never be tested. His mark upon her; the same that was on the shield he bore on the hunt. “My Master…” she would whisper, her voice cracking as if she was about to burst into tears.
[13:29] Crow (melchior.wardell) would look at her seeing her enthusiasm and appreciation. He was touched by it. As their work was done he would now move from the smith. But only after leaving a few silvers in a small drawer of the counter. Surely the owner of the smith would find these. “Now … let us hurry back … and tell me when the collar might need adjustment to get it more tight.
[13:32] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would nod her head to his words, a couple of nods; extra energetic and the girl keen to go with him wherever he so wished. Even to the deepest pits of the salt mines if that was his chosen destination. A place Haru had only heard tales of but never ever seen. “Yes, My Master,” she purrs, her hands coming up to shift it around, feeling it pull in all the right places. Anywhere would be right, really. It was perfection in her mind and the only thing she would wear if she was permitted but one thing to adorn her flesh.
[2024/06/17 14:11] Silent Death : “greetings” he says as he goes inside the greens, “welcome to victoria strangers”
[2024/06/17 14:13] Crow would turn slowly as he noted someone approach. His icy look up on the man as he spoke to them. He noted the word strangers – and pondered if it was deliberate. “Greetings.” he replied to him. “Perhaps you can help me. I am in search for the well practiced physician. Any about that you might know ?” he asks.
[2024/06/17 14:13] Haru would turn as her master did, shifting at his side like she was hinged to the man and locked in place. “Tal Master,” she would say in her soft, mixed accent. That was all she would speak for now, simply following her master’s lead and signals.
[2024/06/17 14:14] Silent Death : “we have a lot of physicians in our port, anyone in particular you seeking” he asks the man as he wonders if he did ring the bell
[2024/06/17 14:16] Crow would study the man more close without being disrespectful. It was a habit to study someones pose, weapons and stance. “Well as I said someone more seasoned in its profession. I have a question concerning the serums.” he stated. “Perhaps there is someone that might have studied it ? Perfected it ? “
[2024/06/17 14:17] Haru would turn her gaze to the room, studying it some more. They had barely seen any signs of life and certainly nothing in the infirmary until the blonde man had arrived. She kept her owner in her peripheral, though, eyes ready for any signals that she was to kneel, fetch or any of an array of tasks that could be conveyed wordlessly.
[2024/06/17 14:19] Silent Death : “i´m a simple torvi warrior, a mercenary i don´t know of such but let me ring the bell for you maybe someone will come as i have business with the greens also” he says to him
[2024/06/17 14:21] Crow would wave his hand as to invite him to ring the bell. “I doubt any man of the North is simple. I have grown to learn them as complex, strong and capable of holding their liquor like no other.” he stated – with a hint of some humor. “I once was there and had to stay as the winter had set in early … it is a though life.” he remembered. “May I ask why you came to the Port ? Trade ? A love affair?”
[2024/06/17 14:24] Haru would look to her master a moment. She had never forgotten her time living up north; not with him but with a former owner. It was where she had learned to spice mead and…. well, ok – she didn’t usually thrust herself in her master’s face unless she was super duper needy. The little Pani doll was for more refined than what she considered the uncouth behaviour of the northern bonds. Usually.
[2024/06/17 14:25] Silent Death : he would chukles as he folds his arms caressing his beard “i came here for work and a place to live, i came as aa warrior, to work on the red´s but i find them lazy to say the least so since i´m a northerner, i decided to go solo and be a mercenary for hire” he says to him, “i´m currently partnered toa scribe of this land, and i ahve a contract to protect the scribes and to protect personally another 2 women when they need to travel, it´s how i get my coins”
[2024/06/17 14:28] Crow would cross his arms as he listens and grinned when he noted the man responsive to his jest. “Yes I noticed not many warriors around. I was able to walk in and almost own the place – without any interference. Thankfully my intent are honorable, but one might dare to question what happens when someone with less might walk these streets.” he replied “A busy life if I hear it.” he replied to the work the man had taken up by himself. “I thought the port would be thriving and alive … but the streets seem empty … is there perhaps a council meeting ? Or something else the citizens wished to attend ?”
[2024/06/17 14:30] Haru couldn’t help but nod her head almost involuntarily at her master’s words. The quietness of the streets had her wondering, too – it had been far more bustling during their previous visits.
[2024/06/17 14:32] Silent Death : “maybe they fornicating i can´t know, i actually came here to ask a physician to see me, my life is demanding and i need to be sure i´m in perfect condition to do my work when i need to” he says to him as he winks to the sexy pani girl
[2024/06/17 14:34] Crow contemplated his answer “Are there any concerns when it comes to your health ?” he asks sincerely interested. “You seem to be in perfect condition, but hey … what do I know huh.” he grinned there. “A check up never harmed anyone of course.” he noted the look to his girl and considered the wink a compliment to his choice of slave flesh. “My business isn’t that important … so I can wait.” he replied. “But I can imagine you being in more of a hurry … ” he would turn as to see if anyone was approaching from other directions but it remained still and quiet.
[2024/06/17 14:38] Silent Death : he would look around then to the man “your slave very beautiful pani women were always my weakness” he says to the man “congratulations in your prize” he nods his head , “as for my condition, i keep in shape as best as i try, but my body filled with scars cause i didnt pay attention to someone in battle so i need to make sure all my senses are working properly”
[2024/06/17 14:38] Haru noted the wink and would simply offer a gentle smile. Calm and collected, that was Haru. She was not really the type of girl to flirt as she only had room for one man in her eyes but she would understand the compliment of the wink nonetheless.
[2024/06/17 14:43] Crow would grin at the mentioning of his slave “Thank you.” he replied to the compliment given. “She is indeed special.” he replied further. “Well there is a salve I use for such scars. It works like a charm … But i am unsure if it is costly.” he replied. Crow had his sources for the salve but had no real idea if they might be scarce or such. “From what I understood is if you get a fever those scars might become a problem – but if you are not – than I doubt you are in trouble.” he reasons. “Now … let me be clear I am not a physician. So I am not completely sure, but I have my share of scars and that is what I was told.”
[2024/06/17 14:46] Silent Death : he would nod to the man as he sees his weapons, he only could be or a hunter, a mercenary or a assassin, but that didnt interested him at all “my scars are a constant reminder that i need to be better, it´s how i learn to always be on guard o na battlefield or in a hunt” he replies to the man, “my name is Kronos ” he says realizing he didnt give his name to the visitors
[2024/06/17 14:48] Haru remained quiet, simply observing. Now was not the time to speak though she was at least in a relaxed mood. Not pulling the high protocol that she used to when on the leash. She simply, for now, had nothing to add to the conversation as this was a talk between men. The mention of scars had her reach up to her collar a moment, the words a stark reminder of when she had come close to death, but she didn’t seem phased beyond that momentary twinge.
[2024/06/17 14:50] Crow would incline his head “Well met Kronos, I am called Crow.” he replied. “Each scar is indeed a story in which there is a lesson.” he grinned there. “Enough to remind us that we need to celibate life as it could have ended differently.” he mused. “I fear that no physician might come to our call these day.’ he eventually commented. “Good thing we aren’t lethally wounded.”
[2024/06/17 14:52] Silent Death : “i would recomend you the tavern on docks if you want spend time and return in another date, or waste your coins in the amazing shops we havve, plenty to go around to empty a man´s wallet” he says with a laugh
[2024/06/17 14:53] Amalie entered the infirmary, seeing it busy she paused, “oh greetings, does anyone need a healer?”
[2024/06/17 14:54] Crow would point to Kronos “He does. I am in search of someone that knows his or hers stuff when it comes to the serum.” he replied. “Some information I seek.” he replied. “But that fellow needs a check up and as he is far more busy I do not mind if you help him first.”
[2024/06/17 14:55] Haru would tilt her head at the idea of shopping, her eyes lighting up. Of course, she would never pass up such an opportunity and was quite talented at emptying her master’s pockets if need be. Or any man’s pockets, really. Gambling her crux and her blessing all at the same time when it came to her favourite game. But the talk of serums and the arrival of a lady snapped her back to the moment as if she’ d never been gone. ‘Tal Mistress.”
[2024/06/17 14:56] Silent Death: “nonsense, you was here first, what kind of local would i be if i didn´t let you go first, and you only want questions, how long can that take, a examination takes longer and i can use this couches to rest my old bones” he says as he nods his head with a smile to amalie, as was always a pleasure to see her
[2024/06/17 14:57] Amalie looked at the two men, then nodded, “oh questions on the serum, what do you wish to know?” she asked as Kronos let the other man go first”
[2024/06/17 14:59] Crow would dip his head towards Kronos noting his kindness and turning to Amelie “Now I know there are several ingredients. Is there any way it can be abused or tampered with … so it might be countered ?” he asks – coming straight to the point ? “What if one would use the serum for a counter effect and spill it in the water supply ?”he asks. Perhaps they might question his questions – but he had good reason to search for such answers.
[2024/06/17 15:02] Silent Death : he would keep himself quiet as that convo wasnt with him directly so he would refrain of stating something
[2024/06/17 15:03] Brei Nostrum having finished in the warrior hall she passes through the physician hall and moves into the recovery room first. Moving about swiftly she strips all the bedding and sets it in a laundry basket. Scooping up the laundry basket she moves on to the next room.
[2024/06/17 15:05] Amalie paused raising an eyebrow…”no…you cant counter it…the serum is injected into the blood stream…drinking the stuff…may cause death but simply because your not suppose to ingest the stuff…its a highly concentrated serum designed to change the metabolism of the person causing longer life and reducing the effects of aging…it would contaminate the water supply but i think you would smell it, and it would change the color of the water i would think…who knows what the reaction of serum to drinking water would look like” she paused curious, “i could run experiments on it…why do you wish to know this?”
[2024/06/17 15:06] Brei Nostrum strips the bedding from the exam table in the labor room next adding it to her pile in the laundry basket. She also grabs the linens from the cradle and adds them to the basket as well even though they were most likely not used.
[2024/06/17 15:08] Crow would listen and pondered – he had not yet considered the smell or taste. “It isn’t as much the serum itself … but when one knows the content of this serum … some with less good intentions might learn to develop a counter effect in which one might undo the effect of the serum. ” as she asked him why he wanted to know this he smiled – but it never reached his eyes. “I have reason to belief that such might be developed as we speak, but as you mention the smell and taste I wonder if such would be able to develop without smelling or tasting it.”
[2024/06/17 15:09] Brei Nostrum sets the basket down between the two rooms before she moves into the free person exam room and strips down the exam table in there then across to the last exam room and stripping that down as well. Both get added to basket of laundry which she leaves there for now before heading upstairs to retrieve fresh linens.
[2024/06/17 15:11] Brei Nostrum scooping up a full set of fresh linens for the recovery room she picks blue for the bedding this time as she liked it and it seemed just as soothing as the green at least to her. She also grabs the linens for the three exam tables before heading back downstairs her arms weighed down with all the linens.
[2024/06/17 15:12] Haru would listen. She had questions but no answers; not in any direction and so she simply let the words flow about her. Seemingly things happened while she slept and she was as curious as the giani that lived inside of her. The slave coming and going was noted, but she remained attentive to her owner, fingers toying with the chain leash ever so lightly; enjoying its feel between her fingers.
[2024/06/17 15:13] Amalie shook her head, “the ingredients are what causes the smell and what ever it would taste like…again i would highly suggest you do not try to taste it…the chemicals are not safe…you can poison a person with it but negate its use? no you can not…the properties of each ingredient are carefully chosen…use something else and it just wont do what you intended, you cant reverse it, we prepare the serums ahead of time, filling and capping the needles so we just have to reach in and grab one, then inject it into the patient, like i said it has to go through your bloodstream…digesting it wont do anything but most likely kill you…which i guess is in a way reversing it”
[2024/06/17 15:14] Crow frowns “Now I do not wish to take too much time, but wouldn’t you agree that if we are capable of making a serum to stop aging. Isn’t there the same knowledge or possibility to develop something that does the opposite ?”
[2024/06/17 15:15] Brei Nostrum carefully makes the beds in the recovery room using the fresh blue linens. She even makes sure to tuck the corners properly so the bedding is so tight you could bounce a silver off of them. She’d nods firmly satisfied with how the beds look before moving to the maternity room next.
[2024/06/17 15:15] Silent Death : “isn´t the best solution never take the serum then” he asks the man as he then focus on teh fireplace again
[2024/06/17 15:16] Amalie “even if some hoe someone created this…you could just get the injections again…many times people from earth have had the injection regardless of age…you would know if the serum was gone”
[2024/06/17 15:18] Crow turned to Kronos “Can you imagine the effect if there was indeed a serum with the counter effect. If it is used in the water supply – the human slaves would simply age and with it … the market of slaves would become very different from what we know now. It might even lead to chaos … and I am sure you know what chaos does.” he listens to Amalie and nodded somewhat reassured. “Thank you, lady … I understand your reasoning and hope you are indeed right. ” with the he would bow his head in gratitude.
[2024/06/17 15:19] Brei Nostrum puts the fresh linens on the exam table first. Once more making sure they were tightly pulled across the mat. She’d then do similar with the little cradle she had gotten a soft blue blanket to match the ones in the recovery room for the cradle which gave it a lovely ascetic for a baby. She’d then head on with the last two sets of linens.
[2024/06/17 15:19] Amalie “i am…there is just no physical way you can transfer the serum that way…ingestion and injection are highly different”
[2024/06/17 15:21] Crow nodded “Thank you again for your insights.” he stated. “Now I will leave you to this man.” he would turn to Kronos “It was a pleasure, Kronos. I wish you and yours well.” with that he would tug the leash to have his girl follow him.
[2024/06/17 15:22] Haru would offer a bow to the pair as her master made note of departure. “I wish you both well, Master and Mistress.” She flashes a little, pleasant smile and falls in behind her owner to follow along.
[2024/06/17 15:22] Silent Death : he would give a silent nod of head to the man “pleasure was mine sir” he says as he gives another wink to the pani girl
[2024/06/17 15:22] Amalie “be well” she offered the man taking note of his features for later
[12:24] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) had seen the tarn land as she prepared the black wine and so instead of waiting for her master’s arrival, she made her way over, mug in hand. His mug. Giving a soft smile, a slight bounce in her step, she would chirp a cheery “Tal My Master, Shriek,” in her cheery notes, looking over her master with a slight tilt of her head. “Could not sleep?”
[12:26] Crow (melchior.wardell) was scratching between the feathers as he spoke softly to the tarn. He noted Haru and smiled to her. He would let the tarn go from his scratching and would move towards the mug with black wine. As always his fingers would brush hers ever so softly as a silent gesture that meant more than words could express. “I have slept. But yes there have been things on my mind. How was your night ?” he asks as he looked to Shriek that made sad faces. Clearly not liking the fact the scratches had stopped.
[12:28] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would slip closer though not yet able to slip her arms around him for holding his black wine in her fingers, making sure not to spill. “As good as any night that I sleep by your side, My Master,” she says with a nod of her head, always happy with that. “What is on your mind? Is it anything I can help with?” she questions. He wasn’t usually closed with her unless it was a contract so hopefully she would be able to help calm his thoughts.
[12:29] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would smile as his fingers brushed hers, only when the mug was taken, the steaming aroma of black wine filling the air between them; their nostrils, breathing it in. Then… then she would slip her arms around his waist, looking up at him.
[12:56] Crow (melchior.wardell) sipped his black wine and would press his lips to her head as she inched closer. Shriek gave a jelaous shriek but pushed the beak to her arm as to tell her it was her time to scratch. “I have a feeling there is a certain love affair going on.” he would tip his head in the direction of Shriek “Arsus tarn might have gotten his attention.” he tells her as if it was a secret.
[13:04] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) laughs a little and shakes her head some. “Perhaps,” she says, reaching out to scritch Shriek’s neck as he pushed into her, chuckling under her breath. “Does this mean we will have baby tarns? Ready for the lads, perhaps? Each tarn to be given the name of the lads in training, that they are reminded of it if they live through their stand?” Her mind alight with ideas there.
[13:06] Crow (melchior.wardell) chuckled. “I have no idea. But who knows.” he replied to her words. “They have to come from somewhere and I am sure they aren’t born from thin air.” he would wave his tarn to the sky. “I think he even waits when they are alone, so that is why I think it is still a secret love affair. Good though. One must not think what happens if it isn’t a secret and Arsus wants to fly and Shriek has other ideas.”
[13:08] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) grins a little and she chuckles some. ‘Maybe he’s waiting for the right romantic moment?” she suggests. Did tarns do romance? Bring a bundle of tabuk antlers for a date? Look into each others eyes in a warm and adoring manner? Was it the left or the right eye?
[13:11] Crow (melchior.wardell) pondered on that “I should know perhaps and yet I never really paid much attention to it. It is why I always choose for a male Tarn.” he reasons. “In a way they are far more easy. Just as we men. We hunt for the right woman, have a moment of fun and the lady is stuck with the youngsters.”
[13:13] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) smirks a little, slipping her arm around his waist and pulling herself into him in a tight hug. “Are you saying I’m not the right woman, My Master?” she teases. She was joking – she couldn’t have children without a really good dose of whatever wine it was that cancelled the slave wine. And she had no intention to if she had her way. “Or do I need to find a mistress for you to spend a night with?”
[13:16] Crow (melchior.wardell) nearly spilled his black wine after that comment “Well being a killer and having children seems not the best combination.” he reasons. “I would no longer have enough sleep and my weapons would never be safe again.” he added. “As you being perfect … that is very well true. And special.” he grinned at her.
Arsus wakes up at dawn, trying to yawn quietly so as not to wake everyone else. He gets up slowly and looks around the tent, realizing that it does look different from yesterday when he fell asleep. He had heard Crow just before he fell asleep, a familiar voice that he had missed. Is Haru here too? He doesn’t know, but surely she will be here. He heard about a big storm that had passed over Port Kar, merchants in Kassau reported it. In any case, so it seems, Crow managed to leave Port Kar in time. His gaze falls on Kedja, who is still asleep, a smile flitting across his face for a moment. He quietly leaves the tent and lets his gaze wander over the square until he catches sight of his friend’s banner. They had once met in The Lost City after a long time in which Arsus did not know where to go and whether his caste still existed. He was taken in by Crow even though he didn’t know who Arsus was. He smiled softly to himself at the memories that warmed his thoughts as he stood alone outside the tents, the rising sun peeking slightly between the leaves of the trees. He would make a note to himself to watch his belts more and not stand around lost in thought whenever Crow was around. He had missed him and Haru.
Arsus missed Crow’s humor, which, when he thought about it, wasn’t everyone’s humor and maybe not everyone understood it, and maybe not everyone could handle that kind of humor. Arsus and Crow are probably a lot alike, the determination and coldness on a job on the one hand and the humor and lightness, if you want to describe it as such, on the other. Arsus got closer to Crow than he ever thought he would. He has a deep respect for Crow. A singing bird snaps him out of his thoughts. [03:05:58] Daimos Baarer: He goes back into the tent, quietly opens a chest and pulls out a small purple cloth with a big grin on his face. He leaves the tent again and walks over to Crow’s tent and quietly attaches the cloth to the entrance of Crow’s tent, hoping he won’t be noticed. Even if he’s really quiet, Killers have easy hearing even when they’re asleep, at least that’s the case with Arsus himself. He looks at his work with satisfaction and goes back to his tent to wake Kedja. A hot tea will be good for him in the cold of the morning.
Crow (melchior.wardell) stepped outside and his eyes were instantly drawn to the piece of fabric that was attached to his tent. The colour significant for and to him. “The little twat.” he grinned as he plucked the purple cloth from the tent. He would look over to the tent opposite from him. He was pretty sure that this was left by Arsus. A man that was easy to work with. Never unneeded questions or trouble. A hard working man that knew his trade and had a similar taste in women.
Crow (melchior.wardell) looked at the purple cloth and knew it as a sign of friendship. Something which was considered rare in their caste. Many killers were taken by greed alone, yet he was sure Arsus was not. It was a gift to keep a certain brightness in a life when the rest was dark and often tainted by violence and murder. Just as his girl, Arsus could see a side of him that was still of enjoying things in life. The colourful flower, the well made black wine or a trip with a tarn without any issues.
Crow (melchior.wardell) chuckled thinking about Tarns. That tale was one for a campfire for sure. Although he wondered if Arsus would dare to share it. They were men that stood firm within the caste of Assassins. They earned every stripe and yet they could still laugh and not take themselves always that seriously. For a moment he pondered. Would he leave the purple cloth there ? Or keep it in a spot that would remind him of this moment of reflection over a comradeship between Arsus and he himself.
[10:22] Crow (melchior.wardell) was still cursing under his breath. As he ripped a piece of his kilt to bandage his wrist. The spikes had nipped at his skin and blood was a clear sign of his carefulness. “I should have known.” he muttered as he tied it together. Surely he came with grim news – but felt himself slightly reassured by the tents that were empty. He did not want to shout – clearly not draw too much attention.
[10:33] Crow (melchior.wardell) came back to the tavern as he was holding his wrist. He was unreadable, but the bandage around his wrist might indicate a certain level of mood. “Tal Killer, girl.” he greeted. And even than he managed to keep his voice leveled. “Seems you still got that … level of surprise.” there it was sarcasm.
[10:37] Byron Greenwood lounged by what was serving as the communal tavern that let him keep one eye on the dock and one eye on the path leading to the court. As such, he spied Crow’s approach with relative ease, though the path was shadowed somewhat. He gave the fellow a respectful nod, making no comment about the bandage that he also noted. “Best to keep ’em guessing, Killer,” he mildly quipped.
[10:37] Red Ryu (red.bloodrose) eyes the bandage about Crow’s wrist, but is wise enough to hide any signs of amusement at the Killer’s injury, tilting her head and enquiry softly. “You are injured, Master?”. Her delivery is solicitous, concern in her tone as she gazes at the still-pristine dressing. Her head dips in a sweetly respectful greeting to the newcomer. “Good day to you Master, it is good to see you here indeed.”
[10:42] Crow (melchior.wardell) knew it to be true – and in fairness – was he any better himself? He too enjoyed the element of surprise and keep others aware and focused. He had been aware of traps more up in the air than next to the path. As the girl spoke of it good to see him he arched a brow. “In truth – it is due to grim news you find me here, girl.” it wasn’t meant to reprimand the girl, but his way of coming to business. “I fear my assignment took me from the court of Kar and I am here in search for a spot to lay my head and continue the training of two lads.” the words clearly directed to them both. “Now I do not wish to overstep but wish to pose a simple request … if I can do such here ?” he would lift his hand “Of course you will have my wit and steel as in compensation if that means anything.”
[10:50] Byron Greenwood furrowed his brow slightly at this news of Port Kar, a touch concerned about that, but when it came to the notion of putting down roots at the Lodge he let that pass and gave an assured nod. “You won’t overstep, Killer. This court is open to all, same as it ever was. You just came from the direction of the tented compound, in fact. I have a communal tent for the Candidates, and six more for the men and their slaves. Claim one that suits you, have your trainees claim a bunk and have at it. Will your Candidates be wanting a chest?”
[10:56] Red Ryu (red.bloodrose)’s smiling face falls at the words of grim news, falling silent as Crow imparts the news of Port Kar. She knows full well that there are tents aplenty available for both the killers and their candidates, but further knows that it is not her place to offer such. She angles a glance to Scar, as ever alert to his mood and gauging his reactions. Noting his placidness, she relaxes somewhat, exhaling her breath and her posture less rigid as the pair discuss matters amicably. She – playing the sociable role for her Master as ever – comments quietly. “It is a pleasant camp, Master, with all the amenities. I think you will find it a comfortable place to lay your head for as long as you wish, and I would be happy to show your girl about the place.” Although she did not know Crow, she had seen Haru leashed to him at the fair, knowing the other girl of old.
[11:00] Crow (melchior.wardell) could see the concerned look and would address it in a more private setting when he too had more information. He knew that he too held his own knowledge from the Priest Kings. As he nodded to having seen the tents and gave a thin smile as he was able to claim one. “Excellent and my gratitude.” he replied towards Scar when it came to the chests of the lads. “That would be welcome. To retrieve anything from the Port is a dangerous path.” here he gave a small clue that the Port was perhaps awaiting the blue flame or anything else that might destroy it. When the slave spoke of the compound being pleasant he looked at her as if she had used a word that was one that hardly ever came to his mind. Still he did not comment on it “My girl would like that I am sure. She is feeding my tarn, so when she survives I will ask her to find you.” he replied. Surely Haru would survive she had a certain talent with animals. Next to it the Tarn was her way out of not having to travel by boat. “Any others that I might find in this camp ?” he asks curious.
[11:10] Byron Greenwood guessed that if there were any intelligence to report concerning Port Kar and the mission there that would be prudent for him to know about that would be shared away from prying ears, even those of the slaves. For now, it was all about the more open business of accommodation. He fetched a small scroll case that hung upon his belt that, when opened, offered both parchment and a charcoal stick. “Give me their names, Killer, and I’ll have the chests set up directly. You know the drill. Your trainees can drop their records in their personal chest, all other Killers of the Lodge can access them to read and update them, including yourself. As for who else has come? We have Arsus of Kassau so far, and others have expressed an interest.”
[11:12] Red Ryu (red.bloodrose) is also curious indeed at to news of Port Kar, remembering the visit that she had made alongside Scar there but recently, but stays resolutely silent on the subject, knowing that if it is for her ears that she will hear it, and the words of ‘dangerous path’ pique her interest yet further. At the distinct -look- that she receives at using the word ‘pleasant’, she gives an inward smile. Another such as her Master that has no truck with luxury or frippery, or even ‘pretty’ and just wants and needs… serviceable. She eyes Crow a little closer then, making mental notes for future interactions with him. Her lips do curl into a smile at the words of Haru, a long-term friend and she gives a nod. “It would be my pleasure to show Haru around.”. It’s then that the pair talk business and she turns towards Scar a little, making a gesture silently to indicate that she will write the names down for him if he wishes it, nodding as he talks of Arsus’s tent.
[11:19] Crow (melchior.wardell) would listen and nod “One is named Iwoso (WhiskLighthand) and one unnamed just yet but finds himself with the name Axel (legend.blakewell). The first is accepted and occupied with the first task – the client – but has not yet passed and the other one is accepted but he is not yet aware of it.” he replied to Scar. As he mentioned Arsus he grinned. “Ah that is good news.” he replied. “I met him in the Lost City … and he and I knew the importance of exchanging information.” he reasons. Surely there was more to it. Arsus was one that understood the humor Crow owned. When Red showed her fondness for his girl his eyes light up. There was a deep sense of pride in his girl and if one digged deeper – there was even something that would indicate a certain degree of care or would it even be love ? “I am glad that you do, she might need to adjust a little. I have no idea if she ever learned the life in a tent. I have kept her for a long time out of the life that is more outdoors.”
[11:28] Byron Greenwood scribbles down the offered Candidate names and then hands the parchment to Red, not even so much as glancing to her, merely expecting her to claim it; indeed, expecting her to be already prepared to do so. “For the archive,” he stated as he rose from his seat. “He’s a good man,” was his opinion on Arsus given in reply to Crow. “His court gives us a means to venture into Torvaldsland, taking a tarn ship over Thassa to reach him. Better than risking the forest. That makes him an asset.”
[11:32] Red Ryu (red.bloodrose) listens to the names of the two trainees, committing them to her memory so that she might remember for when they visit the camp, a fleeting smile at the words of the second, who knows not yet his status with his trainer. The reaction when Red mentions Haru to the Killer is noted, the slight softening of his features puzzles her, and she looks at Scar, obviously confused. To Scar ‘love’ is not cuffing her about the head, or letting her sit in the warmth of his lap. Still, she is still deeply pleased with the gifts that he had seen fit to give her at the fair, reward enough for her. Hardly even thinking, she reaches out and just brushes a fingertip against his tunic, lost in her own thoughts for a moment. The moment of reverie is short-lived, as scrolls are unceremoniously thrust at her and she hastens to grab them quickly, nodding at Scar’s command and stepping lightly behind him as he rises from his chair, tilting her head as he talks of Torvaldsland.
[11:35] Crow (melchior.wardell) nodded “True.” he replied towards Scar – leaving out his own experiences up the north and past with Arsus. He would observe the interaction between Scar and the girl – he had seen in passing but did not know yet. He did not ask what happened with the previous slave of Scar. Perhaps a bite from her pet snake ‘Snappy’ the Ost or a kidnap by those that might wish more knowledge of her family line ? But as the girl fell behind the killer he shook his head at the memory. Some things never changed. “I will find the compound and see I can put down some of the things I was able to salvage.” surely his wealth was secured but enough to have himself and girl comfortable. “Thank you again.” he would look down at his wrist “Any other traps I need to know about ?” he chuckled there – Crow could be cold, distant and calculated, but owned still a degree of humor and charm to Gorean life.
Here is the full transcript of the event at the En’Kara Fair – Questions you wished to ask an Assassin but never dared to ask. Much thanks for Red to compile the notes.
[10:00] Obsidian (thom.podlum) shouts: ‘Ladies, Gents, and beasts. It is our great pleasure to see so many living, breathing, clients, ummm, I mean people here today. This is your chance to ask what you wish of the men in black. As a reminder, we will consider all here today as OOC. And with that, i will ask my fellow men in black to briefly introduce themselves, starting with the Killer to my far left.’ Obs looked to Byron, then stepped back.
[10:02] Byron Greenwood: Welcome, all, this our question and answer session for En’Karfa 2024. I am Scar, of the Black Lodge, Master Assassin, trained at the original Black Caste Tented Compound by Solomon Voss. My partner during training was Severus Koskinen. Those assisting Solomon were Sarus Lohner, Vincent Cassady, Nizmo Raymaker and Cancifer Ogg. I am likely to be the oldest caste member here present.
[10:03] Conrad (achlysnightfire): Greetings. I am Conrad, the only blonde assassin of Gor it seems chuckles I trained with Colton-Dru quite some time ago (2013) and am a caste master assassin now. At the moment I have a court in Forest Port, the new one of course, where the caste is outlawed so I move in the shadows and plot to gain control of the Port thanks to an amazing group of role players. Waves to the ladies from the Port who are there
[10:04] Chronepsis: My name is Chronepsis, I passed my stand in 2012, and my trainer was Storm (Cheveyo Stormcrow). I am not in any particular city, and you’ll mostly probably see me wandering.
[10:04] αяѕυѕ (daimos.baarer): Greetings, I am Arsus, my camp is located in Kassau, the door to the north, been a member of the caste for a long time. I’m jokingly called the silent killer because I often just listen and say little. I’m ancient in SL as well as in RL 🙂
[10:05] Myrddin (drizantlar.veriander): To a few here I am simply known as “M”, to many more due to a certain slave -eyes feather-. I have become known as the natorious not-a-baker. Googles of goeeans have fallen at my feet for one way or another. I live a simple life of gold and steel. I am the Master Assassin of Genesian Port, a Lieutenant in the Gorean Black Caste (GBC) ran by the ‘old’ man to my right, who is very old. Did I mention he’s old?
[10:05] Skuld Forkbeard (charly.snowfield) she listen to the killers story and takes not for blackmail later on, the caste her eyes on M and smirks.
[10:05] Obsidian (thom.podlum) stepped forward once again. ‘Greetings again. Most simply call me Obs. Born of Heimdal, my home now is in Boswell Pass as the Master Assassin of the GBC. Trained under the great Colton Dark. And I, well, have the reputation for being the most …. romantic Killer. At least that is what i was voted a few years ago at this very fair. But I shall say, that is a complete lie.’
[10:05] Crow (melchior.wardell) would look about himself. There was a certain degree of authority about him. One that had come over the many years in his caste. “My name is Crow. I am currently the Court Master within Port Kar. But you might have seen me in Ar and the Lost City. ” he knew that some already might question as to why but he would let that linger “I was trained by Solomon Voss, Serpent, Scar, Judas and many others. The training was cruel and hard, but it made me earn the black livery. Even though some say I am more pretty in purple.” he grinned and glanced towards Arsus “I started with a high habitability talent, but over the years I lost that talent but have kept my ability to use some humor – even if it is dark or hard to understand.”
[10:06] Black Ost (daricmarano) would turn and move his eyes over a few familiar faces from his training all those vars ago, though he nodded to each as introductions were made. “Greetings. I am known as Daric, I trained with Cancifer Ogg at the Black Caste Tented Compound. I am presently serving the Court in Port Kar under the Master Assassin Crow beside me and I swear we did not plan matching outfits.” He motioned to Crow with a chuckle, as he shook his head.
[10:06] Forneus (mrwhisker): Greetings. I am Forneus, I passed my stand in January of last year, my Mentor was Xaphan, many of the Killers here assisted in my training. I tend to wander the cities of Gor looking for contracts and potential contacts for the caste.
[10:07] Obsidian (thom.podlum): ‘And now, Ladies, Gents, and beasts as well …. your questions. We will do our best to address as many as possible.’ (And a reminder, we are RPing but OOC.)
[10:07] Obsidian (thom.podlum): ‘Who dares go first?’
[10:07] Collin Daines: raises hand
[10:07] Aisha (aishacampbell18): o/
[10:07] Obsidian (thom.podlum) nods to Collin.
[10:08] Conrad (achlysnightfire): then Aisha
almost killed me long ago… nothing like nearly dying to give some respect QUESTION:
[10:08] Aisha (aishacampbell18): “Can an assassin one day become an initiate?”
[10:08] Collin Daines: pfft
[10:09] Collin Daines: Can the caste be hired not just to kill.. but to kidnap people? and if not why not
[10:10] Obsidian (thom.podlum): ‘Excellent. We shall address the Ubar’s question, then the ladies.’ Obs turned to the men and looked toward M.
[10:11] Ira-Tira (justalowlykajira): Raises her hand… and waits her turn.
[10:11] Myrddin (drizantlar.veriander) nods his chin slight “There is no cardinal rule against an assassin kidnapping someone, as a matter of fact its even spoken about in the later books of an assassin doing such… personally for me, it would depend on the reason and to whom and why,… ” he said “if I was asked to go kidnap some random slave, I would point to the slaver’s house… However if it was to say Meek for example, and there was a good reason yeah I’d prob capture and turn her over. Might lead to more work.”
[10:12] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel) listened and then eyeballed Conrad but waved back to him*
[10:13] Crow (melchior.wardell) added “since we are people too with preferences and so it is possible that the player you are addressing will not use himself for a certain contract due to his own considerations or story.
[10:13] Byron Greenwood: Ubar, the expression ‘take a life or defend a life’ applies. That is, we may be hired to guard a life as well as take a life. There is good evidence in the books to suggest this, as mentioned. Each Killer considers each contract alone.
[10:14] Obsidian (thom.podlum) looked back to Collin and nodded. ‘And now the second question from the lady.’ Obs looked to Forneus.
[10:14] Forneus looks to Aisha and says calmly, in a level tone. “We would not take that caste for a few reasons. The first is this, once you have won the black, the only way out is through a grave. Second, We are the most hated and feared of castes on gor, A Killer becoming an Initiate in truth would be rather akin to an Assassin appointing himself Ubar. In essence it would overturn the very purpose of our caste, which is to shore up the fabric of the society of Gor.”
[10:15] Myrddin (drizantlar.veriander): Pay me enough and I’ll shave my head bald…
[10:15] Obsidian (thom.podlum) kicks Myr
[10:16] Myrddin (drizantlar.veriander): Oww
[10:17] Ira-Tira (justalowlykajira): Thank you for the overview OOC and what a friendly bunch you all eem – grin- . “Garnering there is a lot of work and dedication to the life you lead as per your descriptions of your time in caste and training. My question relates to jobs you will or wont do?
Do you only kill for coin ? Or…. since the other Master asked the question she added to it instead…
Under protection of a life then, would you have a wide defintion of this? I can think of some examples if needed, but would like to hear first?
[10:17] Denise (deniseflor): I raise my gloved hand waiting to be called.
[10:18] Conrad (achlysnightfire): We kill for coins and when we protect someone we do it for coins, so in thend, if we kill to protect someone, it is always for coins …. actually gold!!!
[10:18] Ira-Tira (justalowlykajira): What about not killing – a fake death?
[10:18] Obsidian (thom.podlum) looked also to Thadd. ‘Would you voice your question good sir?’
[10:19] Thaddeus Himura Dexing (dlmiksch): Byron brought up a good point yesterday. It was concerning entry into a city, port, village etc. of a marked killer and how it should be handled. Please, explain the books view on this as well as the caste’s view itself marked vs. unmarked
[10:19] Obsidian (thom.podlum) turns to Conrad to address the follow up that the lady posed.
[10:21] Kelsier (galem.starship) entered chat range (3.52 m).
[10:22] Byron Greenwood: That tradition has held for the longest time. A garrison should always let a Killer through a gate into a city if he marked, and he will bring in what he desires without comment – i.e. weapons, so forth.. If not, he is to be treated as any citizen of Gor should be treated, save that he is a man of caste. Low caste, yes. But caste all the same.
[10:23] Conrad (achlysnightfire): And it is in the books, we are not making it up
[10:23] Alma Coeur turned a sideways glance to Mira and snorts. “They’re just men that kill for a living.”
[10:23] Ira-Tira (justalowlykajira): Thank you for the query the reason of my question, it related to my comment on your caste dedication. Would it be an insult to fake a death, or , if a prior answer about protection of life for coin woudl be justifiable enough to fake a death. How wide is the definition of ” protection of life ” So yes you could for a lure, but i was more trying to see if the Black caste had a heart ( laughing) …. would they perhaps … have means ot achieve an objective of protection ( for gold) without killing someone, but faking someones death. instead. [10:23] Ira-Tira (justalowlykajira): ( for gold)
[10:24] Ella De Wren Bade (elladewren) listens waiting her turn.
[10:24] Mira (miraea) grins, “Yeah… exactly…”
[10:24] Byron Greenwood: I should add, it was good to see the Caste of Warriors afirm they will hold to this tradition.
[10:24] Thaddeus Himura Dexing (dlmiksch): Thank you killers.
[10:24] Obsidian (thom.podlum) looked to Ella and also to Toi. ‘Please pose your questions.’
[10:24] Ella De Wren Bade (elladewren): My question is a two part one. You have stated that there are cases where one of your caste may take a contract of protection. Would you take one knowing that the most likely one you would be protecting against would be another of your caste. Essentially, making it so you took a contract on another killer who had a contract to take out the one you had a contract to protect. counts on her fingers to make sure she had the right number of contracts listed and nods And Would that mean you need another contract for the kill to kill the killer contracted to kill your protectee or do they get two jobs for the price of one?
[10:24] Nia Luna (nialuna): I heard that the black caste is highly honored everywhere and it is an honor if such an assassin appears in the city [10:24] Conrad (achlysnightfire): chuckles “our heart has been buried the day we killed our friend and partner in training”
[10:25] Chronepsis: On a side OOC note though, there were several rules that caused headaches. There were some cities back in the day that required you to put “Marked” on your meter, and ostensibly this allowed you to wander around the city so you can do your job. It had the opposite effect, in that when you walked in the city every warrior in there was keeping track of you. So, need to be careful and sometimes about those rules on an OOC level.
[10:25] Ella De Wren Bade (elladewren) smiles and dips her head hearing all she needed in answer
[10:26] Iɾιʂԋღ™ (irish.breen) ughs as she totally agree’s about the ‘ omg they have a mark omg its a panther, map map who’s gonna map.
[10:26] Byron Greenwood: At the gate, I would suggest the warrior there should do what he must to confirm if a Killer is marked or not. Then the matter proceeds from there.
[10:27] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): This is a hypothetical questions of course for one or all to answer.
How would the caste or any Killer take being tricked and then captured by lets says a women or by anyone really. Then held for a few days before let go. Now they are not hurt or tutored or anything. They did it just to see if they could and have a nice chat with them?
I know this seems strange but i am curious how it would be taken and possible handled if it ever happened
[10:28] Nia Luna (nialuna): I wish the black caste to have more of you and live as long as possible…smiles
[10:29] Nia Luna (nialuna): you are all great and honorable caste
[10:29] Allerd it>en: Nia they always live are the others who die ….
[10:30] Black Ost (daricmarano) shook his head a bit. He would glance to Toi. “Tricked and captured. We live by the sword, we expect to die by it. It likely depends on the killer, but personally I’d rather die by the sword in those situations so I am afraid it would be a rather…boring conversation with me.”
[10:30] Nia Luna (nialuna): yes i know Alerd …but it is only my wishes for them
[10:31] Conrad (achlysnightfire): Toi, reaction to your scenario may vary depending on the killer
[10:31] Nia Luna (nialuna): yes….it is honorable die at sword..we panthers agree with this
[10:31] Denise (deniseflor): Has any woman ever killed a man of this caste? Or did she cheat? Would she be convicted if she killed such a man by murder? Even though he is a assassin?Do they disguise themselves by pretending to be another caste? If the caste is forbidden, is their enemy the red caste?
[10:31] Byron Greenwood: I can assure, no matter what petty mission you bring our way, we have endured far worse. All of us. Best to treat us with extreme caution. We are not well known for our humour, nor are we forgiving.
[10:32] Iɾιʂԋღ™ (irish.breen) nods nods to Nia Death before a Collar.
[10:33] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): That would make sense I was just curious and if you found out one of your caste members had that happen.. how would treat them or would that different to each killer as well?
[10:33] Mira (miraea) reaches up and rubs her chin, “Kidnapping a black caste for a few days…” she nudges Alma, “Sounds like a fun weekend don’t you think?”
[10:33] Nia Luna (nialuna): yes death is better how collar
[10:34] Taslin (sadiqueviiix): was listening, learning none the less
[10:34] Forneus raised a finger. “Ella, To ensure I’ve got your question correct I’ll take it in order. Point one: In the case of taking a contract where I know another Killer has already accepted a contract against your life. Personally, I probably wouldn’t. There is nothing in the books or rules preventing me from taking that contract but I personally, knowing how hard the training is to get through, would prefer not to reset a Killer’s story like that. Even if I was to take that contract, it would be a truly ruinous sum I would claim as my price for the simple reason that I know I must bring coin into the caste to retrain that Killer’s replacement, or my own. Depending on which of us succeeded. Now, of course this changes if I accept the contract first, and then a Killer is contracted against your life, that changes the question, and we would each do our best in pursuit of our contracts. There is nothing saying the Killer must strike while I am protecting my client. If he can find a time when my client sends me away. Well, that avoids the issue of one of us killing the other. One of the core rules of the caste is that we do not take coin against another Killer. For the second part of your question. I would reference my last statement regarding a contract against the caste. I would also add that if I see another way to protect my client than the sword, I will always explore that alternative first. For example, ordering you to flee or be quiet while I defuse the situation. There is more to protecting a client than simply downing someone that is verbally aggressive towards her.
[10:34] Alma Coeur just shook her head at Mira’s comment. “You never want to get on their bad side… or good side for that matter.”
[10:34] Iɾιʂԋღ™ (irish.breen): good answers!
[10:34] Crow (melchior.wardell): A woman that has killed an assassin ? I am sure if she has been able the killer got what he deserved. Since if his skill did not stop her – he is not worthy of the livery.
[10:35] Ella De Wren Bade (elladewren): @
[10:36] Nia Luna (nialuna): it is honor for us here talk with all black
[10:36] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): i know i am a weird Physician but thank you for answering my question
[10:36] Obsidian (thom.podlum) chuckles quietly at Alma’s comment. Then notes Ella’s hand.
[10:36] Thaddeus Himura Dexing (dlmiksch): I have been witness to a slave beating a killer with a broom to incapacitate him after a kill. But, very uncommon I am sure.
[10:37] Crow (melchior.wardell): I am one not to underestimate a slave or a woman – We had once a broom of Laura she was lethal with a broom.
[10:37] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): laughs
[10:38] Rapture (rapture.enchantment) listens on.
[10:38] Nia Luna (nialuna): you are all black fought with panthers too a lot ?
[10:38] Byron Greenwood: Thaddeus, I have seen a slave of mine beat a Killer with a broom. In fact, that slave was the one from Laura, and was owned by me. I think that should say it all.
[10:38] Lynaia (atheria.evergarden): Brooms can be scary in the right hand.
[10:39] Ashley (cuddlypuppy21): be wary of pans too
[10:39] Conrad (achlysnightfire): It also depends on the story, how she manages to do that and why …. it is not something you can judge once and for all, Toi
[10:39] Thaddeus Himura Dexing (dlmiksch): shakes head and looks at Velvet “Brooms and pans look out!”
[10:39] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): yes i know but i was curious is all.. looks innocent*
[10:39] turnipsauce snickers
[10:39] Myrddin (drizantlar.veriander): Denise, to answer your question Yes we do disguise ourselves as other castes. If the caste is forbidden, we probably won’t be wandering around such a place as to are the warriors our enemy, I believe our caste is respected as to the law, and we are allowed to tend our caste duties until up to the kill then all bets are off. However, its well known the warriors don’t like us much. In Genesian Port its well known the Daines are a warrior caste family and for some odd reason they don’t seem to like me much, I wonder why…
[10:39] Crow (melchior.wardell): I agree – in all of this I think we killers are really trying to keep stories going – even though we end some too.
[10:40] Mira (miraea): Or a pencil. An effing pencil.
[10:40] Nia Luna (nialuna): What about the numbers in the black caste? Is it just you or are there more of you?
[10:40] Feather (alarica.lutrova) rolls her eyes at not-a-baker and chuckles
[10:41] Crow (melchior.wardell): Being in disguise is of course always a risk – since – when we are found out and trailed we could face a pike
[10:41] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): yes well i am sure poking at a BC even inf disguise is not a good idea.. either
[10:41] Black Ost (daricmarano) turned to Denise on her barrage of questions. He would wait for the first couple of questions to be answered before he would step forward to speak. “Do they disguise themselves by pretending to be another caste? Yes, often. Though again I cannot speak for all killers on this, but from personal experience I do indeed fill the role to position myself closer to a target. Gaining knowledge of the particular caste I am impersonating to further my alias, though to my own personal risk..should I be found out, which is probably why we take issue with those of the scarlet, though they are just doing their caste as we are.”
[10:41] Conrad (achlysnightfire): grins “no, it is not Toi”
[10:42] Obsidian (thom.podlum) shook his head at Toi
[10:42] Kelsier (galem.starship) looks up at Denise. “In answer to your question, ‘if the caste is forbidden, is their enemy the red caste’, the answer is variable. Save for a brief period of time after the events of Book 1, the Caste itself is not forbidden as of today. In case it was again, warriors would treat us as any other outlaw: not necessarily an enemy, but someone you drive away of your city. As of today, there is a rivalry between Warriors and Assassins, and being Warriors those tasked with defending a city and its citizens they often end up fighting against us. But outside of circumstances there is nothing setting the two Castes as sworn enemies, so in absence of antagonizing circumstances (which do happen often, of course) no, they are not enemy. Rivals, perhaps, and surely not fond of each other. But not actively trying to destroy each other.”
[10:42] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): shrugs* im a mean cranky Torvie women what can i say
[10:43] Ella De Wren Bade (elladewren): ”In follow up to Forneus’s answer. You stated that you would see if there was another way to protect your client. What happens if the person who contracts you for a kill is killed and you know for sure such is true. Do you continue with the contract or is it dropped? If so, would it not become a race at time between two killers to see who gets the target first?”
[10:43] Anya Sanglan (ayannacaro): raises hand
[10:43] Ira-Tira (justalowlykajira): @
[10:43] Chronepsis: A rivalry would be fun though. Like the assassins vs. templars in assassin’s creed. Long ongoing story of that sort.
[10:44] Obsidian (thom.podlum): Notes hands from Ira and Nia
[10:44] Judy Daines (judy.wunderland): grins
[10:44] Forneus looks to Ella and says calmly. “This is a simple answer. Once the contract is accepted, our life is on the line. We complete the contract or perish. There is no limit to the timeframe in which the contract is completed. But it MUST be completed.”
[10:45] Ella De Wren Bade (elladewren) nods and smiles then blinks seeing Aug, ”Thank you for your answer, not that I was asking in regards to my companion you understand.”
[10:45] Nia Luna (nialuna) shouts: nia up her hand
[10:45] Obsidian (thom.podlum) looks to Ira and Nia. ‘Questions?’
[10:46] Nia Luna (nialuna): yes i have than k you
[10:46] Crow (melchior.wardell): Ella – we need to complete – regardless what happens to our client
[10:46] Obsidian (thom.podlum): Looking still to Ira and Nia. ‘Please pose your questions.’
[10:46] Nia Luna (nialuna): Nia @
[10:46] Ira-Tira (justalowlykajira): Raises hand again… ….. great questions and answers so far! Since this is OOC and we IC dont want to ruin the character of a Killer and rightfully so… I ask PLAYFULLY question for all Killers who might wish to answer?
Q………What has been your most embarrassing moment playing your character and why lol did you ever have an ” awhhh shit” moment lol ?
[10:47] Nia Luna (nialuna): Are you the only one in the black caste, or are there more of you, or is your tradition disappearing?
[10:47] Crow (melchior.wardell): @ Ira-Tira – During training – attaching a cock with two heads when I was tortured. None were typing so I was wondering if I crashed – they were all laughing – and I was dying from embaressement.
[10:48] Anya Sanglan (ayannacaro): @
[10:48] Nia Luna (nialuna): a mean so you all only here or more
[10:48] Ira-Tira (justalowlykajira): Laughing at the example @ crow, two heads are alwayas better then one!
[10:48] Crow (melchior.wardell) was unaware of that functionality
[10:48] Chronepsis looks over at Crow and softly mouths the words, “What in the name of holy Hades…”
[10:49] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) peeks under her master’s tunic. “When do I get to see that one?” grins
[10:49] Ira-Tira (justalowlykajira): you might not have hearts but your all funny ! lol
[10:49] Lana (tatii.steampunk): kkkkkkkkk
[10:49] Crow (melchior.wardell) looks at Chronepsis “My capture task was quite easy when word went around.”
[10:49] Obsidian (thom.podlum) looks to Conrad. ‘There were certainly a few moments i recall with you in training, and a certain dead kur.’
[10:49] Ira-Tira (justalowlykajira): hearts*
[10:49] Obsidian (thom.podlum): ‘You can share it if you wish, Killer.’ He nodded to Conrad.
[10:49] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): now this i have to hear Obs
[10:49] Augustus Bade quietly strides up to join with Ella and Anya as the listen to th event.
[10:50] Nia Luna (nialuna): i give you my question
[10:50] Conrad (achlysnightfire): “disgustng, searching a Kur bowels .. you have no idea what they eat”
[10:50] Myrddin (drizantlar.veriander) coughs “Ok well this happened while I was in training actually disguised as a baker for Meek’s bakery who was at the time Collin’s companion and Ubara of Genesian Port. In a stroke of sheer genius least I thought so, I said that I had decided to state that I put teslik into the cookies as a secret ingredient… which ran to a outbreak of free woman fearing they were pregnant.. which lead to me being arrested and I having to go back to my mentor -looks at obsidian- to bail me out of trouble, and pay my three gold fine… ” he sighs “which lead to my notorious title not-a-baker. It taught me a great lesson, think before you open your mouth trying to be funny.”
[10:51] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): laughs
[10:51] Obsidian (thom.podlum) chuckled out loud this time. ‘Let’s just say, I was glad the dead beast had been buried in the snow for days before the rather disgusting trial as a lad.’
[10:51] Conrad (achlysnightfire): I was disguised as a slaver and was suspected of being there to kidnap free women so I ended up in prison for that
[10:51] Ira-Tira (justalowlykajira): claps , great stories!
[10:51] Lynaia (atheria.evergarden): Annnnnddd that is why no one eats anything from you now.
[10:52] Byron Greenwood: Nia, we are but the KIllers that elected to show up to the fair today for this session. There are others. Some come, some go. Some die, some live on. Some even are thought to have died and yet come back. We are as strong as we have ever been, I feel. Stronger, perhaps, for, over the years, the quality has much improved. Such is my opinion, based on observation, at least.
[10:53] Nia Luna (nialuna): thank you Assassin for you answer and i wish you all a lot health
[10:54] Nia Luna (nialuna): and be with us long timer
[10:54] Conrad (achlysnightfire): waves to Nia
[10:54] Myrddin (drizantlar.veriander): To add to Byron’s comments, if any wish to make a travel to Boswell Pass.. there are many memorials for killers who are no longer with us (passed away in real life). Anyone is welcome to travel to the pass and have a look at these memorials. There is also a collect of all of the flags of various killers over the time. This is a brotherhood and we killers respect each other and stand unified in this caste… and this is a showing of such a unification.
[10:54] Liam Whitesong entered the region (169.62 m).
[10:54] Obsidian (thom.podlum) looked to Anya and gerstured to her. ‘You have been ,ost patient Lady. Let us hear your question.’
[10:54] Allerd it>en: Luckily we live in the forest and we will never meet a black caste
[10:54] Crow (melchior.wardell): I agree – as a caste we came a long way !
[10:55] Anya smiles sweetly, “You all seem to be fond of disguises so would a caste member don a disguise to take a vacation from killing. Lead a ‘normal’ life for a while? If so is this against the rules? Would there be repercussions from such a decision?”
[10:55] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel) hears about the pass and clears my throat but nods*
[10:56] Obsidian (thom.podlum) chuckled at the question. ‘Without a doubt, there are times when we need a break. Like any overworked man. I can share that I have been known to have quiet spells. Spells when no one sees me for some time. Or at least, they are unaware of my presence.’
[10:57] Anya smirks, “Good to know but not know cause memory wipe.” nods nods
[10:58] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): leans to Skuld* do they even liked tobe tied up?
[10:58] Byron Greenwood: Anya, I can say that, personally, the only time I took a disguise when in training, leaning how to do such a thing. But, any Killer even when disguised, is still a Killer, in the caste’s eyes, since the only way out is by the sword.
[10:58] Forneus nods to Obsidian’s point and adds on. “I would also point out that if the player is sick of playing the Killer, there’s nothing preventing us from hoping unto an alt and playing out as a normal character in gor. I for example have a few alts that I swap over to when I’m a little overloaded from all the work that goes into playing the Killer. But, when I’m on the Killer, I’m here to provide a certain level and flavor of roleplay. So I wouldn’t personally go live a ‘normal life’ in disguise. There are always hints and clues in my rp of the character’s nature.
[10:58] Chronepsis: One thing to note, I think that “vacation from killing” is not the best way to put it. We’re independent contractors, it’s entirely up to our discretion what contracts we accept or don’t, so if we need a “vacation” we simply just don’t accept contracts until we’re in the mood for it again.
[10:59] Skuld Forkbeard (charly.snowfield) shake her head ” i am 100% sure they do like to be tied up” she chuckles
[10:59] Saffiyah (reaganjordan): bites her inner cheek pondering how to take a contract out on an ex, eying Thad a moment and sighs turning back to listen
[10:59] Obsidian (thom.podlum) nods to Chronopsis. ‘Well said, Killer.’
[10:59] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel) nods and makes a not ein her book*
[10:59] Conrad (achlysnightfire): I am playing under cover these days because the caste is outlawed in the Port, not because I am on vacation but I am still a killer and like Obs I give often hints to my true caste
[10:59] Anya nods, “Thank you.”
[11:00] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): he dose and it is awesome rp..
[11:00] αяѕυѕ (daimos.baarer): I would add here, if I need a vacation from killing, I just would not take a contract, but this is depends to the killer itself. Others my play in disguise, others would play on an alt, i would say.
[11:00] Anya adds, “Be careful giving hints around Anya.” laughs
[11:00] Crow (melchior.wardell): On the matter of disguise – we know we ask a lot from other players too. We ask them not to recognize us based on the meter or profile.
[11:00] Myrddin (drizantlar.veriander): I almost got the caste outlawed in genesian port.. I guess they didn’t appreciate me trying to recruit new born babies to the black caste.. specially of a particular warrior family…
[11:01] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): shakes head at M
[11:01] Obsidian (thom.podlum): Kicks M once again!
[11:01] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): Obs i ca give you something to knock him out if you wish
[11:02] Skuld Forkbeard (charly.snowfield): :” I will like to thank each of you for doing that for us today, that was very interesting and it was fun to know you ooc’ly like that”
[11:02] Obsidian (thom.podlum) laughs and said, ‘See me after, please. Lady.’
[11:02] Chronepsis glares at Myrddin, “Go back to Krypton.”
[11:02] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): it was so i thank you as well.. inlcines my head in respect to all of you*
[11:03] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): I will Obs
[11:03] Mira (miraea) raises her hand.
[11:03] Obsidian (thom.podlum) nods to Mira
[11:04] Mira (miraea): I see a lot of diverse fashion on stage, all a certain ahem common theme, but very different in terms of outfits, weapon choices, etc. What kind of thought goes into putting your outfit together and getting that particular look? I’m sure it’s different for each of you.
[11:05] Forneus raises a finger and says. “To tack unto the disguise point belatedly, I’d like to add, we are all typists, we are all human, and we all make mistakes. Sometimes we try something new while in disguise and then people take it the wrong way oocly. If that happens, just remeber we where trying to make things interesting, and one set of actions doesn’t necessarily define that particular typist, or the caste as a whole.”
[11:05] Myrddin (drizantlar.veriander) shrugs “its whatever my two slaves have cleaned and what I pulled out of the closet that morning.” he chuckles
[11:06] Conrad (achlysnightfire): To answer Mirae, personally I try to be as close as possible to the attire described in the books although there is not really much on the market
[11:07] Obsidian (thom.podlum) added on. ‘As for me, I like to consider the land of my birth and also the fact that I ride a tarn. So I need to protect my … inner thighs and other important goods. So, Obs will be in trousers much of the time.’
[11:07] Thaddeus Himura Dexing (dlmiksch): Very well said Forneus. That same mindset can apply across all of SL Gor and rp sims in general. The IC character does not necessarily represent the typist in RL.
[11:08] Obsidian (thom.podlum): Looked to Daffodil, recalling a certain tarn incident.
[11:08] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): no they do not…we need to remember to speperate ic and ooc
[11:08] Black Ost (daricmarano) grinned. “I have always said, I will wear black unless they created a darker shade…though black also is easier to hide clipping in fabrics…in the books the kilt was traditional, but again pants because…sitting in a kilt is asking for a flashing of the bits..”
[11:08] Crow (melchior.wardell) has some influences in my way of drssing – there is a lot of story to all the things I wear – find out in RP 😉
[11:08] Kelsier (galem.starship) shrugs at Mira’s question. “Well, I think most of us try first and foremost to stay close to the general spirit of the book. That is using weapons described as used by assassins -notably crossbows, mostly shortswords, shields and spears- and for the attire, we try an balance personal style with what market has to offer. Personally I often like to take inspiration from characters when I design mines and add a personal touch, but at the end of the day we’re not different than anyone else in this regard: we wear what we like and fits our role enough to be used, some more, some less.”
[11:09] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): grumbles* some men apparently think it is amusing to flash the free women
[11:09] Forneus says with a thin smile. “I’d like to add that I wear specific aspects of my avatar as a salute to my trainers. The necklace is akin to the sigil of my mentor. The ring on my hand was given to me when I passed the stand, the spear on my back was a gift from my mentor. The sword was forged during my training with my own hands. The habiliments are in line with the standards of the livery for the caste, and changes over time as I find new clothes I prefer more, but the ring, the necklace and the spear rarely change due to their symbolism to me.”
[11:10] Bethany Blakewell: You’ve looked amazing every time I see you, Kelsior… Impressive.
[11:10] Kelsier (galem.starship) “Ah well and of course it also comes down to the kind of character one is playing, how one envisions his habits or even fighting style. And of course the location. Personally I would not go in the Tahari dressed as I would be if I went in the North, for instance.”
[11:11] Conrad (achlysnightfire): of course, I agree with Kelsier, I also adaptto the region of Gor I am going to
[11:11] Obsidian (thom.podlum): ‘Agree, Killer. Much of the detail in my wardrobe holds deep meaning. The ring, in particular. It signifies much and is given to those who have earned it. And earning it is an accomplishment.’
[11:11] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): that reminds me.. i thought the caste stayed out of the north
[11:11] Myrddin (drizantlar.veriander) touches the ring on his finger and nods
[11:12] Kelsier (galem.starship): And thanks Bethany!
[11:12] Black Ost (daricmarano) nodded his head, moving his own ring upon his hand at the conversation.
[11:12] Conrad (achlysnightfire): the caste is typically in Central Gor but they can move to other regions for … work coughs
[11:12] Byron Greenwood: Basically, what the caste as a whole, as set down in the books, might wear and employ is pretty clear, we aren’t cookie-cutter Killers. Most of the Killers mentioned in the books are exceptions to the rules those books describe. So, in a way, so are we that stand here now. [11:12] Obsidian (thom.podlum): ‘We generally operate in the South. Some will not venture North as our work is not respected by most there. however, some of us were born there and will take an occasional assignment there.’ [11:12] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): nods andmakes more noters to bug Conrad about IC later*
[11:12] Ayla (alexxa.despres) says, ” Good q , Toi. I was under the impressions that Northerners don’t welcome BC at all, as they think of them as dishonorable?
[11:13] Crow (melchior.wardell): I am proud to stand here with killers that have invested their time to learn a true craft – roleplaying a killer. I wish more castes would give that character development a try.
In the past there was a lot of grief, but I know that at these times many sims ask us to come and play due to the level of story and roleplay we can bring. It makes me humble but also very aware that we as a caste need to keep tabs on how to play our role so we can keep this reputation of this level.
We know that most know us as an end of a story – but know that there are a lot of opportunities that do not involve murder. And even when it does – that generates a hell of a lot of story too. So do not shy away. Feel free to hit me up with questions or suggestions.
[11:14] Kelsier (galem.starship) “Sometimes a work brings you north even if that wasn’t accounted for in the beginning. Contracts can be surprising, at times.”
[11:15] Black Ost (daricmarano) would grin. “Well said Crow, I agree we are all storytellers. Our caste may come with a finality, but well worth it for the sake of story.”
[11:16] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): epic storyies
[11:16] Byron Greenwood: Aye, a mark fleeing to the North is not safe, for that mark WILL be pursued. Too, a Northman that was forced to flee the North, of left by choice, could take up the black. That’s happened before.
[11:17] Conrad (achlysnightfire): I want to thank you all and I would like to add something about my view of my job. Personally I am tired of drama caused by kills so I am ready to role play an attempt to kill or use dice, I am not interested in adding kills to my career but rather in role playing,
[11:17] Rᴇᴅ Rʏᴜ (red.bloodrose) brightens perceptibly as Scar talks of contracts in the North, a swift smile crossing her lips as she eyes him meditatively..
[11:17] Kelsier (galem.starship) nods to Crow’s words. “That is true, and something is often overlooked. Our Caste is not tied to just killing, there is a lot, and I man A LOT, of things we can do and we can get hired for. We’re a Caste that is very much tied to what others ask of us, but we can enhance rp in many ways and not just be there to cut someone’s throat.”
[11:19] Nono: Is there an event in this tent? . [11:19] Bethany Blakewell: Sadly I think it’s coming to an end, Nono. OOC Q&A w/ Black Caste
[11:19] Nono (nono2613amidala.citron): oh 😦
[11:20] Obsidian (thom.podlum): Turns to the Killers. ‘Any other remarks before I close it out?’
[11:20] Forneus (mrwhisker): I would like say. We are grateful you took the time to come visit and ask your questions, please feel free to roleplay with us in the future. The training is a really intense experience and helps us to become better rper’s, we just want to provide, and receive really good roleplay for the players around us, so please, don’t be scared of us oocly. ICly we welcome the fear, but standing on a sim where everyone avoids us does make it hard for us to contribute to your stories in meaningfull ways.
[11:21] Ira-Tira (justalowlykajira): Excellent Q& A, thank you all so much!
[11:21] Obsidian (thom.podlum) looked to the others and paused briefly.
[11:21] Taslin (sadiqueviiix): Was very eye opening, thank you all for sharing your insights!
[11:22] Nono: Oh, there are so many of them ….
[11:22] Ella De Wren Bade (elladewren) taps ANya, ”Covers your ears, he gonna do that mind wipe”
[11:22] Chronepsis: One thing I will say, several of us became assassins during what would be considered the glory days of SL Gor, about 10+ years ago when there were dozens of diverse cities all with traffic in the 20ks. Unfortunately, also during that time, our caste was among the most drama-filled, and this was the result of problems on both sides. For example, many warriors were intent on being the heroes and stopping our work, and metagamed to achieve that. On our side, internally we were plagued with elitists who insisted on particular standards to be members, and other such things. The infamous “list” issue comes to mind. A lot of that seems to have worked itself out on both sides, and we enjoy being a part of the roleplay, and we ask that everyone also treat us with the same OOC and IC considerations as any other role, and we look forward to continuing to be a part of your society.
[11:22] Nono: She will discreetly retain everyone’s face, in case someone comes to kill their master
[11:23] Obsidian (thom.podlum) shouts: ‘Ladies, Gents, and beasts. Before you are a representation of the men in black from across the lands of Gor. We have each appreciated your time and your interest. If any among you wish to consider this path, feel free to approach any of us in character. We thank you for your participation today. And with that, please enjoy the rest of the fair and …. always be on the lookout for men in black.’
[13:25] Crow (melchior.wardell) would smile warmly towards Adira “Elder … hmmm … yes.” Crow enjoyed the presence of Adira and her owner and missed the time in the Lost City at times. There had been a certain degree of lighthearted entertainment in the Lost City that had not been within the Port. When Haru spoke of Scar visiting he nodded “Yes I figured as much.” he replied. Crow was one of the few that had been able to keep his mentor to a degree of respect. Which had been hard considering what the man had done to more than a few people he cared for. He guessed Brooke would want to skin the man alive if she had her chance. “Ah yes …. a religion that is why I never felt the need to learn it” he stated on the Kaissa thing. It was clear that Crow would not kill over a piece of the game, unless he was paid for it of course. When Promesa spoke he grinned “Well Haru has her fortune told … and from what I understand the man knows his skill.” he winked at his girl there. “Do we want to visit the man ? Surely we can learn a lot by visiting.” he suggested. He felt it was harmless.
[13:27] Λdɨяα (sutara.luminos): would shake her head :”nay I have not been there as yet Master” she would admit, though she would have to go and get it done..just because she was curious about it “as she would listen to Crow she would furrow her brow a bit, she knew that name, well not him as far as she knew But she knew a slave the man has or had, she couldnt help but to wonder where Red was now,
[13:28] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would blink at the question a moment, looking at Promesa. “If My Master wishes to pay for you all to have your fortune’s read, who am I to deny that?” She catches her master’s wink and her cheeks would flush. It was as if it was only yesterday hers had been read and he knew what she had taken from it – moving to pull herself in for a tight hug. By the Kami.. the kings.. how she adored that man. To the ends of the world and back, even to places beyond that. “I wonder what their fortunes each will be,” she whispers. “Maybe Adira will bear a child for her master….” She looks over at her and grins devilishly. “And Promesa will be promised a thousand men.” Haru was more relaxed at the fair, as always, though if on a leash she would still fall to protocol.
[13:32] Promesa gave a tilt of her chin and smiled with a happy bob of her head. She was intrigued to be sure, and the almost girlish pleasure of something new, mysterious, and out of the ordinary promised to be entertaining at the very least, although she did not think she would be entertaining a thousand men, as Haru jested. She murmured to herself softly “A thousand is a bit much… I don’t think I’m even getting just one, anytime soon.” She moved to follow Haru and Crow, quickly and obediently heeling to position.
[13:32] Λdɨяα (sutara.luminos): eyes would grow big “Ohh no children for me..nope” she would chuckle but she was serious, she couldn’t even Imagine bringing in a smaller one of her into the world, the kid would be insane most likely she would muse “A tiny version of me would just be….chaos” she would joke.
[13:33] Crow (melchior.wardell) laughed at the mere suggestions of their fortune “Now nothing better than than the present. Lead the way, Haru. Let us all go and see if our fortunes is just as wonderful as yours.” he kept his smile “Children and a thousand men … is indeed something not in your both fortune. But some kindness, some joy and who knows some amazing nights of pleasure.” he grinned “Come – let us go.” he would wait till Haru showed the way.
[13:36] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would chuckle at all the reactions, turning to lead the way with a swing of her hips and a swish of her silks, purposely kicking the hip up to lift the silk to tease her master.
[13:40] Crow (melchior.wardell) would stop before the familiar stall. “Well Promesa you are up.” he suggested. He would offer the coin to the fortune teller as to have Promesa take position for her fortune. Crow pondered if the man would understand the importance of giving a good and optimistic insight instead one of doom.
[13:41] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) lead the way, a slight tug of her silk to reveal her delicious rump for her master. Firm, taut and smooth as the silks that covered them. “Here we are, My Master,” she chirps, waiting for him to catch up that she could step back into him, curling herself around him like the serpent he had started to call her. “Good luck Promesa, I hope it proves a good fortune.”
[13:43] Promesa followed through the busy and bustling fairgrounds, admiring the organization and flow of this years Sardar Fair, as opposed to past ones she remembered. She saw the colorfun tent and fortuneteller inside, and beamed, half-covering a laugh that snuck into her expression. “I shall think only positive thoughts! Let us hope that the future holds only promise!” she quipped, half-aware that she had made a pun.
[13:44] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: The first card we will read is the bottom card, the one closest to you. [13:44] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: This is called the reason card. [13:44] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: Four of Swords. The Four of Swords represents a time of rest. [13:44] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: This represents the catalyst for your question. [13:44] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: The card in your past position. farthest to your left, is the [13:44] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: Knight of Cups. The Knight of Cups represents a feminine man. [13:44] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: This is what has caused the situation or question. [13:44] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: The card in your ‘present’ (center) position is the [13:44] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: Three of Wands. The Three of Wands card represents established strength; success after initial hardship and difficulty. [13:44] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: This is what you are currently concerned with. [13:44] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: The card farthest to your right is your current path forward. [13:44] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: Three of Pentacles. The Three of Pentacles represents a good job. A job that is both emotionally and financially fulfilling. [13:44] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: This represents your future if you remain on your current path. [13:45] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: The next card is the potential future. [13:45] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: This is the advice the cards contain for you. [13:45] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: Nine of Pentacles. The Nine of Pentacles represents wealth. [13:45] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: This is what the cards see for you. [13:45] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: I hope you enjoyed your reading.
[13:47] Promesa mused as she got up from the fortune teller’s table. “What a queer reading… a feminine man? An emotional and financially fulfilling job? I don’t think I can even have finances anymore!” She laughed lightly.
[13:48] Crow (melchior.wardell) laughed at the jest Promesa made and than settles to listen to her fortune. The cards had much to say and with it he could not read her face as to see if the man had any words that would ring true or would give future dreams and desires. “Well that seems deep … since wealth … for a slave … it seems there needs to be a deeper meaning to it.” he would look at both girls “Let me see if this man is any good.” he would move into the tent himself. The fortune teller already quite on edge by the mere visit of the killer.
[13:50] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would smile as the fortune was given, her mind wandering through it. It wasn’t hers to interpret though but rather Promesa’s so she would watch the girl with curiosity. It wasn’t until her master stepped into the tent that her face changed, a look of surprise crossing her features. “I hope it is the same as mine, My Master,” she purrs.
[13:54] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: Reset Tarot Board [13:54] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: The first card we will read is the bottom card, the one closest to you. [13:54] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: This is called the reason card. [13:54] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: Empress. The Empress represents the physical body and the material world. [13:54] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: This represents the catalyst for your question. [13:54] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: The card in your past position. farthest to your left, is the [13:54] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: Emperor. The Emperor represents the mind. Rational thought. [13:54] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: This is what has caused the situation or question. [13:54] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: The card in your ‘present’ (center) position is the [13:54] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: Hierophant. The Hierophant represents the spiritual world (Also can mean Religious institution) [13:54] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: This is what you are currently concerned with. [13:54] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: Ace of Swords, The Ace of Swords represents an insight or a breakthrough in the world of the spirit. [13:54] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: The card farthest to your right is your current path forward. [13:54] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: This represents your future if you remain on your current path. [13:55] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: The next card is the potential future. [13:55] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: This is the advice the cards contain for you. [13:55] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: Six of Wands. The Six of Wands card represents time when the strife and competition of the past have been overcome. The Six of Wands sometimes indicates the successful formation of a friendship or a romantic relationship. [13:55] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: This is what the cards see for you. [13:55] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: I hope you enjoyed your reading.
[13:56] Promesa grinned and whispered to Haru as the final card was turned and read aloud “Seems to be a close match, neh? Lucky you!@ Mistress.” she added the last part with a smile.
[13:58] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would look over the cards. The empress, the emperor, the soul…. a breakthrough and a romantic relationship. Tilting her head slightly, she looks to Promesa a moment, curious how she knew of what her own reading was, blinking a moment. “Oh it has a strong meaning when connected to my own,” she says, slipping her arms around her master’s waist, pulling herself in so close that she could almost be absorbed into him if he was made of jelly. “Looks like you are stuck with me, My Master,” she teases. “The cards have spoken.” Which helped settle her a little after the comments of the day before. That stark reminder.
[14:03] Crow (melchior.wardell) would ponder on the cards but knew the fortune teller to afraid to speak of anything negative. The many daggers upon his body might have helped in an easy and enjoyable reading. “Hmm… it seems so, mine.” he stated. “Now we can sleep at ease.” he jested. Surely it was good fun, but he knew that Haru had taken it very serious. And therefor he would too. “Let us see the tavern to see if there is any entertainment.” he suggested as he would take both girls on his leash.
[14:06] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would nod her head a little, purring as she cuddles him. Haru had her superstitions and the fortune teller had never proven her wrong. “Yes, My Master,” she purrs. Reaching out to take Promesa’s hand if she could, she tries to lead her with them. “To the tavern for drinks, dances and celebrations!” She was in a good mood after that reading and quickly followed after him.
Crows Murder 