[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. ☠
[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.
[12:26] Crow (melchior.wardell) was to start his daily walk when he noted a familiar figure. Yet something was off. Crow couldn’t quite tell what it was. He tried to see what had been different than the previous encounter. But he was not yet sure. As the man was given time to consider he would simply pass him by. Surely if he needed him he could give a signal or word.
[12:27] Axel (legend.blakewell) sorta stepped outside his house and her turned back to look and there was Crow walking down the alley way with Haru, She turned to look at his door and in his mind. “Aww.. fuck.” He muttered and smiled only to pull out the binding and cover his eyes since whelp they were standing there anyway! “Tal Crow.” He’d grunted as he had long kept it a secret from anyone around the port, He would now have to think of moving at some point.
[12:29] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) trailed after her master, the little ghost noting Axel there and flashing the man a smile as she was prone to do. She kept behind her owner, not just for the leash that pulled her along but because it was where she belonged, enjoying the stretch of the cuffs that were locked around her form as her muscles shifted beneath them. When he moved, she moved, and when he stopped, she stopped – head canting as she noted the whole blindfold thing.
[12:33] Crow (melchior.wardell) would move back when he was addressed. A quick glance over his shoulder made him understand that the man had started his wait. The blindfold an indication he had made his choice. A choice that he instantly might regret since within a blink of an eye, Crow would take a good swing at the man – aiming for his jaw. Not that Crow was a violent man – but when it came to training – these encounters would be memorized because they instantly taught the new lad a thing about awareness, endurance, cause and test the mans ability to deal with things that were hardly fair or reasonable. Crow would use considerable force – not to have the man unconscious but a sore jaw if he was able to hit him. “To you … I am no Crow – yet, maggot.” he stated. His voice held no anger or anything that might indicate trouble.
[12:33] zCS Melchior Wardell rolled 65 (100).
[12:33] zCS Legend Blakewell rolled 42 (100).
[12:36] Axel (legend.blakewell) as soon as he did it he could barely see honestly he felt blind as in the name, He would re-sight to himself that his house was no longer unknown and to take that in mind in the future. He was normally very careful and one slip could cost his own life which he would keep thinking deep in the back of his own mind having noted Haru flash of a smile before he did so. Had easily felt the connection of his fist to his jaw as he was blid and he took the hit with some extreme pain, His jaw popped and he moved back in silence having made that mistake. “Yes Killer” He fixed and would be feeling that much later, He was rubbing his jaw a bit but not much as it had left a red marking.
[12:38] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) barely even batted an eye as her master took a swing. She had seen it all before with other lads and this was a good start, at least in her opinion. So she simply moves, adjusting her position to give her master the maximum range of movement, falling silent in his shadow as her face fell blank. Unfeeling? Perhaps – or perhaps just masked; it was hard to tell with the little Pani doll.
[12:42] Crow (melchior.wardell) would watch how the blow would land and how quick the man was to correct his mistake. He had looked about himself, seeing only the man in the alley but far enough to truly hear what was discussed. “Seems we have found ourselves a seeker, mine.” he stated towards his girl “A maggot that wants to make it in our ranks. Let us see what this man can learn from being blindfolded.” he suggested his slave too would consider the task he would give the lad. “I want you blindfolded and you are not permitted to take the blindfold off, unless you have obtained four objects. These objects you have to acquire on your own. You can not ask others to obtain it.” he stated. “The first object is an easy one. It is a bar of soap from the bathing house within this city. ” he started. “Now … pay attention, we will not relay these tasks more than once.” he would look at his girl to see if she might have a good suggestion as to what the man should obtain blindfolded. Surely these objects would have him go all through the port.
[12:44] Axel (legend.blakewell) wasn’t willing or wanting to say that openly but he figured no one came up within the time span that he said it and quietly, He would have to figure out whatever was permitted but Sir he might have said instead. He was not starting his day off too well as it would be a learning process, He had never actually dealt with killers though at least not underneath them. He was merely listening to what the man was saying otherwise, When the man spoke of objects he shifted his eyebrows. “Yes Killer.” He’d say it low still and his ears would pay attention more then before since he could hear better with barely any visible eyesight. He could only assume the objects that are asked ot get would be more difficult but to start was easy enough.
[12:46] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) nods her head a little, listening. “A muffin from the baker, My Master?” she asks. Haru knew the tasks well and hadn’t forgotten her own role in it all and what she had done in their previous home. She gives him a sly little grin, knowing full well what effect she could have on that task. The seeker would need to be resourceful. “Perhaps a game piece from the gambling den?” She wanted to be helpful, no doubting that.
[12:55] Crow (melchior.wardell) would nod slow towards the suggestions of Haru. He noted the lad already adapting to the fact he only had his hearing and would focus upon what was said. Something that showed perhaps promise when it came to the understanding of this task. “So besides the soap from the bathhouse, you will also obtain a muffin from the stall near the docks.” the stall was near the water and the importance to use the senses of touch would be tested there. Surely if the man did not want to drown or be eaten by the predators that lurked in these dangerous waters. “Than I want you to find the infirmary. Seek a physician that can tell you about a toxin that is known to have others speak of truth. I want you to memorize that conversation so you can relay what was said and if there is indeed such a toxin.” he pondered on the piece of the gambling den but considered that one as to easy. “I want you also to find a man that will draw his steel, only to draw blood upon your upper arm.” of course it would test how he would go about this one. Would he simply ask ? Or try to lure someone in doing such ? “Now pay attention. There are some rules. You may not let others guide you to where you need to go. You may not speak about being blind or tested. Nor speak of the wait – is this clear ?” he finally asked.
[12:59] Axel (legend.blakewell) continued to listen as for no one that could help him obtain the objects and he would have to use some form of a stick to get around as it would be his first thought, He didn’t wish to end up falling into a canal. Soap, muffin, and He was mentally noting them and would start as soon as they walked off again he would first go up to a tree if he found one and snap the limb off to navigate his surroundings.
[12:59] Axel (legend.blakewell): task and that one in a port of pirates, He would have to be technical with that one. “Yes Killer.” He would be some what silent when he said it as he knew better already when the task her given he’d grin. “If that is all i will be on my way.” He wasn’t going to waste time honestly he would start his task right away.
[13:02] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would tilt her head as her master accepted the muffin but rejected the game piece, making a small mental note on what the others were. Interesting, for sure. Nodding her head, she confirms that she had taken the information in, knowing full well that she was going to be speaking to the lady baker. Things to do, people to see, or was it the other way around? Already her mind was ticking over the future steps; her favourite activity that really let her other side come out – but also tested the new girls. Ayame….. She smirks a little, slipping closer to her master, an arm snaking around his thigh. “He knows the rules of no girls and no drink, yes?”
[13:06] Crow (melchior.wardell) noted him eager and although his voice remained void of any emotion he would grin. The lad seemed to be quick and eager, but was it not best to be careful and calculated ? In due time the lad would get the hang of it or die in that same ignorance. “During the wait and during your training there are some ground rules. I am sure these were already conveyed but let me be sure. You are not allowed the use of slaves, alcohol or weapons. If you are seen doing any of those or without your blindfold you will face dire consequences.” he stated not yet letting the lad go about “When you are done … it is up to you to find the court – there you will find me blindfolded. Only than I will allow you to take it off and present me the things I have required of you.” he looked at Haru to see if he might have forgotten anything.
[13:09] Axel (legend.blakewell) heard Haru once more and he did not indeed forget, He had mental noted many things. “I remember.” He would repeat and he kept grinning as he was more then excited, He had his spare time with the past and cut loose all of his ties. This was the last and final thing he did before he prepared himself to start, It was a task in a whole and to move on without issue.
[13:09] Axel (legend.blakewell): carefully did his task.
[13:13] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) noted the look and her head would dip. That was all she could think of, the rules. She arches a brow with a slight tilt to question if he would explain the role of the girls in this all or leave that for the seeker to figure out. Eyes and ears, of course, as always. Fingers toying with the cuffs on her wrists, she looks to Axel again, studying him. That would certainly make things even more interesting. But Haru was in a mood as it were simply for the cuffs herself, looking at her master through her dark lashes, knowing he was intending to train her as well though she had far less knowledge about what to expect there than she might with the potential lad.
[13:15] Crow (melchior.wardell) grinned but would not bind the lad, perhaps in other tasks he would limit the man in his movements by binding him. But for now he would nod and wink towards Haru, sure that the man would not see this small interaction between them. “Seems all was relayed, maggot. I would say – go about and let us see how quick you are able to find us again.” he would not wish him luck. Luck had nothing to do with it – but skill / talent / creativity.
[13:18] Axel (legend.blakewell) would remember the sound in which the cuffs gave off, He nodded hearing it and indeed he had no idea what they were actually doing but he felt as a gut feeling they would make his task difficult on purpose. He moved out and the first thing he did right before their eyes was use the left side to move and head forward until he grasped the tree limbs over the bridge having reached up to snatch it and make a cracking noise in which it was long enough to use to navigate around. He wouldn’t bother talking much as he moved off and knew the port well as the bath house he often visited right around the corner knocking the stick in anything he might stumble across.
[13:19] Crow (melchior.wardell) would watch him go and unleash his girl “See that you inform the girls about this and make it difficult.”
[13:21] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would nod her head, though blinks as he unleashes her – tilting her head again. “Of course, My Master,” she says in her soft tones. “The girls will be informed.” She curls her lips up in a soft smile though doesn’t release his thigh just yet. “I will request the Mistress Baker to stop making muffins in the interim, like I did in Lost City, that the master will need to be more creative in acquiring one.” She grins a little, tracing her fingers over his pants a moment, teasing some.
[13:23] Crow (melchior.wardell) would feel the touch and turn to face her again as he had followed the lad with his gaze “Hmm… I would like to see that you can make him get to the houses upon those poles. See that you can lure him to a spot in which he needs to get back to the docks.” he teases. “See if I can test your resolve in all of this.”
[13:28] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would tilt her head a little, tracking the man leaving and moving as her master turns. “That should not be too difficult, Master,” she says. “Though if he is resolved to not be guided, it could be a challenge.” She wrinkles her nose, knowing he was setting a challenge for her and she would need to figure out how to do that. She was going to be separated from her master then…. her fingers trail over the cloth of his tunic as she withdraws her hands.
[13:29] Crow (melchior.wardell) would smack her ass as she moved past him. It was a playful one as she would move. For some reason he was not sure who would be the bigger challenge. The lad was eager – too eager almost to start. “Those that burn fast and fierce – are often those that dim the quickest.” he stated cryptic.
[13:31] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would look over her shoulders at the smack and throw a wink to her master. “I will only dim if my Natsu disappears.” She was simply that kind of girl and would do anything to make him happy. And then she was off to find the new one. Maggot…
An amazing event is organized for the entire RP SL Gorean community. The upcoming month I will try to keep a log on our adventures there.
[13:21] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) felt like she should be an annoying child with the repetitive “are we there yet?” but she restrains herself, fairly certain it wouldn’t be seen in good humour. Instead, she speaks more normal, offering a gentle sigh. “I think we have arrived, My Master,” she says in her accented lilt. “That was quite the journey.” She shifts the pack on her shoulder, looking ahead of them as she slips up close to him. Wondering. Curious.
[13:23] Crow (melchior.wardell) would look at the tent and the richness of it “Hmmm… they did an amazing job.” he complimented as he would unclipped the leash for a moment “Seems we have arrived.” he stated. He grinned seeing her so enthusiast “The Sardar always make me feel humble.” he added.
[13:25] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) nods her head a little, her dark hues flickering over the flags. Most of them were familiar to her and she smiles to see some of the rarer ones. “Yours is front and center on this side, My Master,” she says, indicating the flag bearing his sigil. The leash was unclipped and she would look about, noting Adira in the background and waving to her. “And we aren’t the first to arrive.”
[13:26] Crow (melchior.wardell) would undo his heavy cloak and turned to see who she was indicating. The sigils were already noted. “It is good to see so many here represented.”
[13:27] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would take the cloak from him if he allowed it, folding it neatly and draping it over her arm. “I shall find a place to put our things, My Master,” she says. “Would you have a drink after the journey?” She reaches in to pull out the bota of water, half empty by now. “Just water, or would we find somewhere more fitting?”
[13:29] Λdɨяα (sutara.luminos): was wandering about, a enthusiastic walk as it could be said, just trying to find where was what and so on when she would see Crow and Haru, she would slink over silently “Greetings Master and Haru” she would say softly. though they was suppose to travel with Genesian, she went ahead to scout out things or rather know where things of importance was.
[13:30] Crow (melchior.wardell) would nod to his girl “Yes, see if there is anything.” he suggested not wanting to make it very difficult. He knew Haru wished to proceed to see more and he too was curious to who would be met at the fair. “Greetings, girl. Good to see you made it here in one piece.” he grinned there. “I trust you are not alone?”
[13:31] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would nod moving off to find a secure spot to stash their pack and his cloak, folded neatly and slipped inside. THe thing was like a Tardis; far bigger on the inside than the pack would seem on the outer. Coming back, she saw that Adira had made her way over and would beam to her, returned to Crow’s side as she blows her a kiss. “You made it before us!” she declares. “I would have thought the road would be longer.”
[13:34] Λdɨяα (sutara.luminos): would see her masters banner, it would make her smile, the place was simply gorgeous..she would feel her cheeks redden a bit “ahh well you know me, I can find off paths in the forests like no other, shortcuts if you will” it well known the slave knew how to navigate through deep forests skillfully from her past”My Master will be here Tomorrow Master, he is tying up some odds and ends”
[13:37] Crow (melchior.wardell) nodded quietly as he would consider the words. “Excellent.” he stated. “Did you explore more, girl ?” he asks “I am sure we might meet plenty – those we wish and those we might wish to avoid.” he reasons. He would follow her gaze and noted the look to the sigil of M. There was something in a look of the slave he could appreciate. Such slaves were not common and he felt a degree of pride in both girls. “Seems I am able to show off today with two pretty girls.” he grinned.
[13:39] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would beam a little, beckoning for Adira to come over. “She is by far the most beautiful,” she purrs. Haru and Adira had a long, long history together and supported each other through… things. Stepping forward, she would wrap her arms around Adira in a hug and whispers softly though for both to hear. “Maybe I should leash her just so she can be safe,” she says with a cheeky grin.
Amari would nod in response to the request for tea, “Of course, Mistress. We have many kinds of tea.” He had started to list them when she changes her mind, “Of course, Mistress. Perhaps when she is able to take time to speak with you I will make you both some lovely tea and an omurice for each of you as well.” he’d say with a smile and a tilt of his head. If it weren’t for how cloudy his eyes were in that moment one might even think he could see the woman he was speaking to.
Karrie nodded, “Yes, and some honey in mine as well…Have you been here long, I have never seen you before.” a turn and a flinch as the man enters.”Welcome to the Dragon’s Den, Sir” was offered as she moved closer. “Is there some way we can help you?” The free woman spoke quietly, her sultry voice reaching out as a siren’s song to the handsome fellow.
Crow moved inside silently. His eyes would register those there. The man was very heavily armed. There was reason for it. But those reasons were only known to him. As he positioned himself he would simply stand there. He watched as the woman approached but did not reply in voice. His eyes were searching for hers. Perhaps in his eyes there was enough to scare or have someone stop. “Do I look like a man that needs help in any way ?” his voice held a certain degree of charm yet it was also void of something that might make it a joke or jest.
Amari smiles warmly to the woman, “I have been here a few hands. I was purchased as a gift for my mistress before the Brothel became fully her own business.” he’d explain. He had not seen the man enter as he was focused on the woman he also had not heard him which was unusual as Amari tended to hear better then he saw. He’d turn a suspicious gaze toward the man when he hears his voice, “Tal Master.” He of course recognized that voice from when he had made visits to the black court with his previous owner, “Are you here for my Mistress, Master?” he’d ask in his usual soft spoken tone.
Karrie was not obtuse, and yet, as he chin rose slightly is was as if she did not wish to show the fear she was feeling, even before that heavily armed man. “I have to say that when a man enters a brothel, he may look many different ways” Looking for a mark, since his clothing was dark and seeing none she went on. “So not it is not by your look that I ask, but by your actions, that of stepping across the threshold of a brothel for food, os drink or companionship? Conversation perhaps. Even if a man does not like to talk, sometimes the soothing voice of a woman can be a delight. Sometimes just to look around or search for someone, as well.. With a glance to Amari, a frown crossed her smooth features before returning an unfliching gaze to Crow
Crow would have his eyes drift from Karrie to Amari. “At times I wonder …” he started. “Here I think I am very much self concisions. Very much determined to do what I need to do and yet I am questioned as if I am in need of help.” his hand would move to rest upon the pommel of his gladius. As Karrie spoke his attention would be upon her. As if the rest of the world no longer existed. He truly listens to hear and he even nodded to some of her words. “Fair enough. And yet … ” he held pause. “I am here as a riddle, since I do not wish to share my purpose of being here. Does that make you both uncomfortable?” he asks. His voice held no taunt or unkindness. It was as if the killer wanted to set some terms on his presence and yet did not want them be uncomfortable.
Amari smirks in response to the cryptic words of the man, “It does not make me uncomfortable, Master. I have survived other owners and if it is her time I will survive this owner as well.” He’d state simply it was true he had been a slave a long time and seen several owners fall to the blade of another, “I only asked so I could inform you she is currently in a private meeting and may be a moment, Master.” he’d smile and then turn back to his meal offering a deferential bow of his head before he does so.
Karrie stepped closer to the man, she was bold, perhaps because she was desperate. All of her belongings as well as her family were lost at sea. She was a metal worker and had made jewelry and not all jewels all precious metals, the silver and gold were lost. She had 2 choices, slavery or …the brothel and so she chose to wear a mask and serve in this place. One hand reached out slightly, palm down in the direction of his own grip on the pommel of his weapon. Another look to Amari and listening to what he had to say before…”Now sir, why would I ever want to make you uncomfortable, yourself? When my only wish is to bring comfort, and solace to any and all that enter this building. If here as a riddle, is it one that is to be solved or do you wish to remain an enigma?” she said head tilting, a Mona Lisa smile gracing her lips. “I will leave you to your own company if that is your wish.”
Vespera walked into the brothel. She had been wearing resplendent silks before that were magnificent adornments of wealth, but after the evenings of the morning leaving her entirely flustered. She stripped that down, and went with the chain-me-to-a-wall-and-face-fuck-me look. Ring-gag worn as necklace included. She just stood there, shifting her eyes about. There that one again, whom so happened to witness her being choked the fuck out by braggart. Fucking wary of that man. She turned gaze to Amari and smiled at him. If she caught his gaze, she’d wink nice and slowly just to manifest tomes of how much she liked to make him blush.
Crow arched a brow that only the question to them being uncomfortable was addressed or questioned. He would take the words of Amari for what they were. The information shared, something he guessed as his informants told him that she was here. Whatever she did inside – was not his business. Nor did it have his interest. When Karrie approached and would move her hand outwards towards him, his eyes became stern as to stop her motion. If she would move to close his hand would grip hers firm and perhaps painful to her. His strength in the mere gesture of gripping her hand considerable. But if she stopped in time he would not grab her. Crow was no fool. He could guess as to what ever was going on. So when the woman spoke of her being anything he desired if he wished he pondered. “I enjoy being an enigma.” he stated in final.
Amari hearing a sound near the entrance he’s turn and not being able to make out Vespera he’d notice the flesh tones blob and assume a slave, “Come in I have prepared breakfast.” He’d quickly plate up a fresh omurice for the slave girl setting a spoon with it, “It is a pani dish called omurice. I hope you enjoy it” as he slides the plate to the far side of the bar from himself. He’d take another bite of his own meal happily enjoying the fact his mistress was so willing to feed him properly. He’d swallow his bite and chirp up with a, “And a handsome enigma at that Master or at least that is what the slave gossip is I have never got my hands on you to tell myself.” he’d snicker a bit and then take another bite of the omurice.
Karrie was a free woman and as such would not answer every single thing that man said as if a slave. She had not reached out to touch his weapon at all, instead it was a motion to say his hand from withdrawing it, if he had thought it a threat when it was not all. When he said that he enjoyed being an enigma , her eyes lifted to his own, expecting cold, veiled look of a man that was humorless and found something a slight bit deeper. “Then that makes two of us” she said reaching up to the mask she wore, dipping her chin in a silent salute as she moved away, glancing to Amari again, as he seemed much more comfortable than she
Vespera walked over to the counter, to take the omelet of pani origin. She look a prong and would at the least get a bite to what were offered. She hummed in delight for a moment a singular glance to Crow as she gave a thought to wonder what his reaction to being figured out might be. Vespera hadn’t but she were curious. She’d glance over to Amari, this time closer just to drift that wink at him slowly again. Smirking a lightly with it. Whilst leaning on the counter eating. A curious gaze to Karrie then, “Greetings, Mistress.” said she with the thought that she’d not seen a masked woman in here before.
Crow would watch Karrie go back to the space she had been in when he entered. At the words of her being an enigma he had followed her a little longer. It was not that he questioned her being a riddle. Surely she was one. But was it one he wished to unravel? Crow caught the wink of Vespera. He did not reply to it but would see when a man enter and leave and turn slightly when what seemed to be a slave come down the stairs and leave the establishment. Surely Crow kept a good eye upon those in this establishment. So perhaps there was a purpose for being here.
Amari smiles hearing the sounds of enjoyment from Vespera, “I am glad you like it.” he’d say happily before taking another bite of his own omurice. Noting Karrie returning he’d try again, “It really is good and healthy, Mistress and I do not know how long my mistress will be in her meeting are you sure you do not wish to just try one?” he’d ask turning his own so she could see that it had a fried rice core made with carrots, ham, peas, and onions and then topped in an omelet with a red vinegary sauce. He’d note the movements of others coming and going but since his vision was so poor he could not see whom they were.
Karrie would dip her chin to the slave girl, “Greetings, will you be working here today?” asked as Amari tempted her once again.”Yes yes, if you insist ” Her smile, a gentle nod and a hand reaching out .. Stomach growling again as she gave in to her baser instincts .”It looks far too good to resist!” Her encounter with the man she now thought os a riddle was shrugged off as she waiting to take a bite.
Vespera just was over there looking all funny. Naked and state of dress looking like she was ready to be an object entirely. The lewd hedonistic kind that really could demonstrate the beautiful objectification of a slave girl. She smiled to Karrie. “Well, no. Not really.” She waved to Amari a moment, “Just visiting my friend here.” said she. Really she was the competition that liked to lay in the tree branch outside, seeing if she could pilfer a silver for pleasure. She glanced to Crow again. His sheer state of non-reaction. So she just gave him a mean face and stuck her tongue out at him playfully for a moment.
Crow was not trying to be mean. In fact he was unmarked – or – well – there was no dagger upon his brow. So when Vespera gave him the evil eye – he feigned being struck and in pain. As if she had thrown an arrow right in his heart and he was now on the edge of being lethal harmed and about to fall down … of course there his act would stop. As he would return his attention to being there – observing.
Amari hearing Karrie cave to wanting some omurice he’d quickly prepare a fresh plate and set a spoon with it before pushing it to her, “One omurice, Mistress, I hope you find it enjoyable.” He’d smile warmly and then take another bite of his own omurice. Hearing Vespera he’d let out a bit of a chuckle, “Friend? I thought you were the hungry tree urt that comes begging for food when you smell my fine cooking.” he’d say teasingly to her.
Karrie was amused by the girl, at least. Saw the face she made toward ‘Riddle’ and dug into the food that Amari had made. Ravenous She had to use some sort of will power to eat slowly as if she was not still the starving woman she had only been a day before. She was offered this food, no one would take it from her, would they? No, no, no one would do that. “Friend is a relative word, little one, most times friend is a word someone uses when someone wants something, I have found. Besides, out in the tree, she could pilfer off those that are on their way to the brothel and eat, Erika’s food.” lifting one shoulder she shrugged. “It is very good is it not?” she said to Vespera and then looking over at the stern man in the corner, she . gestured. She seems to know him and he does not want anything in the brothel, not even drink so perhaps….who know” she said amused. It was not up to her to -guard the gates- of the brothel. She could not even leave, dressed as she was
Vespera watched his feign of heart the frailty manifested in mocking manner as she couldn’t then but help to giggle openly. No, she… giggle…. snorted. It was such a break from the mannerism of silent presence sitting in shadows that she couldn’t help it. Even a bite of food crawled it’s way out of her mouth, falling like a travesty back to her plate. Just to finally catch her breath and look at Amari, laughing huskily to him just to tease, “Oh shoosh, before I make your cock twitch again.” Such a retort it was, as she took that bite again. Only to look at Karrie’s lack of subtlety. “It is. And pilfer? Mistress, I make sure the silver is worth the fuck.” Karian-mouthed dockwhore for sure. She looked to Crow smirking a moment at Karrie’s just not having the awareness of him. “He does as he wishes.”
Crow could be anyone and yet none at the same time. It was as if he mastered not only the skill of a killer but that of one that could pretend to be anyone he desired. The understanding father that would press a kiss to a sore knee when a child had fallen. The stern companion that would question his woman after she had a bruised neck. The lover that made sweet love and caressed his woman tenderly as to taunt her to speak of her desire and yet this man in silence – brooding – void of whatever could make him readable for why he was here. Crow origin from Arian high caste upbringing knew many facets of Gorean life and due to his age came with a ton of experiences. He enjoyed the slave. He had done so on number of occasions. Sure he was one of perhaps few that had not yet fucked the little slut.
Amari smiles as the woman compliments his food he did enjoy people enjoying his cooking. He’d be putting another spoon of food to his mouth when Vespera talks of his twitchy cock. He’d set the spoon down as his face burns up into a bright pink with embarrassment. He’d lower his gaze to the plate as he stammered a bit, “Tha-that was not my fault.”
Karrie chuckled softly, “If you hang about in the tree and snatched would be customers outside of the brothel, you are pilfering from the brothel, not the man. I have no doubt they get their money’s worth from you. I am not celling you a thief of coin, merely ….oh never mind, it does not matter anyway. The food is delicious, and Amari is a treasure, that much is certain.” contentedly she took another bite savoring the flavor as she swallowed with a soft moan. Karrie knew none of what was going on in the man’s mind as he kept to the shadows except .”You should really try Amari’s cooking sometime, if not this visit then another. A smile at the little chef and calmly said”It is really not your fault at all, it does not take much to make a cock wiggle and dance. But don’t you see how happy it makes her to do so? You bring joy into the world just being yourself.” the spoon was put reluctantly down on her plate as she reached over the bar to lace her fingers into his hair gripping it before releasing.”You are a treasure” Before returning to her meal
Vespera smirked a moment looking at Crow again, then to Amari as he just slowed to a halt and looked so flushed upon alabaster flesh that she just were absolutely tickled by his reaction. She turned a glance to Karrie, then to Crow, her devious grin playing over her face. She just slowly to a step, then another to come around the counter, and stood near Amari the. Just pulling her plate across the table just to continue eating. Then she shifted weight in her lean and her hip jut to Amari. Purposely to maybe press again him, “Mhmm, I know, but it’s gorgeous to watch though.” she glance to him a moment. She glanced to Crow, “Oh he never eats, or drinks. I am positive he doesn’t shit or piss either.” She mused a moment, wondering to herself just how that slave was that Vespera saw him with. “Not sure if he fucks either.” She paused, then blurting the question out to him, “Are you even human?” cause Vespera believed in mythical creatures.
Crow (melchior.wardell) had of course taken note of the compliments the food of the slave behind the counter received. When Karrie suggested him to taste them one day or another he would simply nod in acknowledgment. The fact the woman still wished him a good meal was taken to mind. When it came to wiggling cocks he would keep nodding. “Those that do not respond are the ones you should worry about.” he commented. Not that he was asked – but when it came to these matters he could give some insights. When Vespera asked about him being human he grinned “Oh I am … far more than you give me credit for.” he added. He was very much a Gorean man with needs, but was somewhat pleased that none really could tell much about him. Even his visits to the latrine were measured and never at the same time so none would learn his routine.
Amari smiles hearing that the woman really enjoyed the food. He’d lean in to the touch when she grabs his curly white locks, “My mistress enjoys my hair as well, Mistress. Unfortunately a man got his hand tangled in it recently and ripped a chunk out so I had to get it cut shorter.” he’d explain some as to why his locks were shorter then usual. He’d feel the hip bump from Vespera and bump her back, “You know I may look scrawny but I used to pull carts for my mistress in Ar.” he’d say to her as if talking of his strength might make her stop her teasing. Hearing Crow he’d smile that way, “If a passion slave becomes unresponsive they are useless, Master.” he’d say since he was a bred passion slave.
Vespera grinned to Crow then a moment. “Mmmm, I bet he’s packing a big one in all that black.” said she with smirk. Her gaze turning to Amara as she’d notice his silk, so flimsy and easily shreddable. “Well, that’s unfortunate.” said of hair chunks missing, and she had that deviant grin again with a thought. A thought to prove Amari’s words. She’d reach down and with the blatantness that she were, tried to grasp softly at his pale beautiful cock just to pet it once. “Yes, Have to stay responsive, don’t we. Otherwise we’re tossed out like forgotten trash.” Vespera’s ability for self-degradation could not be overestimated. And… right back to eating her meal. All feigning innocence and completely not caring to be successful at it.
Crow kept that grin when Amari spoke “Oh I agree. There was once a pleasure slave in Ar from the Ubar’s garden. Her look alone could make most men melt in lust. The mere sight an aphrodisiac.” he started. “Of course she was much sheltered for those eyes of those she might lure to desires they did not know they might have … I only dared to look through the reflection of my shield. and even than I felt the effects.” he admitted – or – was he just fooling around ? When Vespera moved to the slave Crow could guess to her intents. She was so obvious to him and yet he enjoyed her brazenness and boldness, It held a certain honesty that some had lost and made them less attractive to Crow.
Amari flushes a bit darker at the touch to his cock. It would definitely twitch and jump in her hand. He’d try to look away and take a bite of his food again his plate almost empty by now. He’d finish it off quickly and then let out a slow sigh, “So what else needs doing?” he’d ask he could not see the brothel well with his limited vision and all. Hopefully someone would point out chores to him.
Karrie lifted a brow as Crow spoke and said a lot, as Amari spoke she hopped in, “Any man that does not respond feels himself, that h is useless, but that is not true, always. There is more to a man than that, though you might be hard pressed to convince any man of that. Catching Vespera’s teasing of Amari, just shaking her head while she set her plate down and rubbed her belly . “If you keep feeding me that well, I will get fat!” Then to Vespera. The thought of joining in had crossed her mind when she decided she should not enter into the bantering of slaves. “Do you remember that slave’s name?” she called to the Riddle/Crow before turning to Amari, “Yoou are doing more than your share” a knowing smile sent his way, “unless you -want- to come out from behind the bar.
Vespera just looked at Crow. and she just eyed him with a squint to her gaze. Iridescent as it were and she for a moment felt a tinge of jealousy. “I should meet this pleasure slave.” Yea, so Vespera could murder her in an alleyway maybe. She only then glanced to Karrie with a smile, then to Amari and his question. Just that boldness to blurt out, “There’s still me that needs doing.” Yea she said it.
Crow shook his head at the question “No, the slave was named many things. I do not remember that she was given any special name. “he shared. “For such slaves wars are started … it is dangerous to have such near … many men might no longer think with their ..” he tapped his head but pointed eventually to his crotch. “Thankfully I was trained and tested long and severely to ensure not to be taunted by such.” of course that was only partly true – but hey ! If they think he would share his training here in plain sight – they had read him wrong.
Amari giggles a bit at what Karrie says, “Maybe it will get you more customers, Mistress. I hear some men enjoy a rounder woman, Something about more cushion for the pushin or something.” He’d hear Vespera and laugh even louder, “You know darn well I can’t do that with out orders.” he’d say before reaching out to pinch her along her ribs. Hearing Crow he’s turn his gaze that way and smile, “I remember one like that when I was in Ar she was always friendly to me when our paths crossed.” he’d offer some although he was terrible with names so could not remember any of her names.
Karrie nodded looking down at generous breasts and just shake her head. “As long as the curves are in the right place.s” giving the little slave a smiles , Looking between Vespera and Crow, Perhaps you were in Ar at the same time, perhaps all of you were. I was in Ar once, had a shop there we did very well” she said then her voice trailing off .
Vespera was looking at Crow a moment, she had this coolly turned gaze as she was slowly blinking at him. Then that slow growth of grin a moment. The short lived interaction seemingly helped for Vespera to not be so fearful of him. At least for now. Then she got really bold. Vespera being herself entirely as walked over to him. Trying to walk her fingers up his left arm. “Long……” she purred, just to spin hair whipping up but not enough to hit him in the face, but put her scent into the air. Whorefume, patent pending. She then even tried to grind her butt against him, just to look over shoulder with a Cheshire grin of the devious type. “And… Severe…..?” tone so lust laden it could condense out of the air and onto the floor though preferred upon her face. She looked to Karrie and laughed, “I have never left Port Kar.”
Crow understood when Vespera was approaching that he had given her leeway so would allow her some more when her fingers would walk up his left arm. But he would now allow her to press her butt against him. For she might have felt far more than his cock. The hidden weapons were disguised and for them to remain hidden her butt needed to stay from making impact with his center. The perfume of the girl was of course noted. It was hard not too. He did not have use for such so when the scent of her presence filled his nostrils he could understand that she was a sexual being. It was as if she filled the air with sex. “Lady, I did not see this slave in Ar. I am certain I would have remembered.”he stated. There was a tone of amusement in his voice. Or was it something of a veiled compliment as to say the slave was memorable enough. “Be careful though, slave. My private space is very dear to me. I might protect it quited violently.” and all of a sudden his voice held promise.
[11:04] Ashiya of TyrosAshiya of Tyros continued on with her dance, with her song, stomping her feet and clapping her hands at certain points to emphasize the rhythm. She felt that the dance was suiting, swaying like the waves of the sea at time, and her hips rocking closely to the sound of wood creaking that could be heard as its own music even on anchored vessels. Not an anthem for Port Kar, but enough that it suited the city. Still, it was only a moment, before her eyes cut through the crowd to take note of one in the distance, and those who passed by, those who stoped, those who did not. The white coat was enough to identify the man and a subtle dip of her head was given as the song came to an end. She looked back at him and waited for the crowd to disperse finally. And that was when she finally stopped, catching her breath, and calming down from her euphoria. How easily she coudl get lost in a melody…
[11:06] 蘆屋道満 Asʜɪʏᴀ Dᴏᴍᴀɴ 蘆屋道満 (azariel.blackheart): ((*black coat… The lighting made it look white..))
[11:08] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa)Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would follow along behind her master, dark hues flickering over the small crowd gathered. She knew who they were looking for but she kept her face passive and calm, making note of who all was present and who departed just as quickly. She didn’t speak but would dip her head in a non-verbal greet to anyone that might look to her, the leash putting her in protocol as it always did.
[11:11] Darius Valgard (dyce.boucher)Darius Valgard (dyce.boucher) continued to observe the Magician-Thief dance and sing her dooming melody. It caused his head to tilt somewhat to the side, his stare fixed. As the light of the day glinted off of the droplets of gold fixed in his brow and the rings adorning his nostrils and ears, there were a few people who were dispersed and passed him by, greeting him. One asked a simple question about tariffs and he informed the individual to wait until the next council meeting for that information to be solidified. The Consortium’s master ledger was still held at his side and his greatsword that he often used as a cane was uplifted, resting against the leather coats donning his shoulders. He turned his eyes back to Ashiya, seeing her still looking at him. He inclined his head to her then, an unspoken conversation taking place as he watched her catch her breath, her chest heaving, her lips parted ajar. He had noted well the stockings adorning her upper thighs and flanks beneath her dress when she had moved, the golden bangles of her arms, and more. Very little escaped the Praetor’s scrutiny. A movement out of his peripheral vision caused his eyes to slide from Ashiya once again, a man and his slave whom he had seen in passing the past few weeks arriving, perhaps passing through.
[11:19] Ashiya of TyrosAshiya of Tyros took only a moment or two, before she took note of where the Praetor’s gaze had moved, and soon after her own followed. There she would look and behold Haru, and the man to whom she was leashed. She did recognize Crow, but she wouldn’t make a show of knowing who or what he was. She knew far better than that. Still, she would incline her head toward them both, in their general direction. It was almost a shallow bow, but not quite. though she did verbally greet one whom she did have business, “Lord Praetor…” She had caught her breath enough to speak normally at least.
[11:27] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa)Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would remain by her master’s side. The praetor was noted, the title that Ashiya gave him but she had done her little nonverbal greets and that was as far as it would go for now. Her master was in charge and she was his shadow; acting his eyes and ears while he went into thought Things were peaceful that day. Finally. A small moment of respite though she had reported to him what she had been told. Concerning and an indication that things might not remain silent.
[11:29] Crow (melchior.wardell)Crow (melchior.wardell) observed the scene in silence. Whatever was happening he didn’t want to make assumptions that were not true. So when he noted the woman dance and the other man observing he stood there in silence. Perhaps some would consider it this dark moment in which a life would pass by. The mere suggestion a killer was this close could instill some fear. When he was acknowledged by the mere gesture of a head he inclined his head too. His high caste upbringing and the sophisticated ways of Ar always kept lingering about this old killer.
[11:32] Darius Valgard (dyce.boucher)Darius Valgard (dyce.boucher) lifted his bronze prosthetic from the stone and pivoted back partially, the metal foot clacking audibly as it connected with the stones again. He looked into the council chamber and curled his lower lip against his upper teeth and let out a sharp whistle, causing one of the council page boys to come running out. He handed the heavy book to the young slave lad to return it to its pedestal within the council chamber before he pivoted back towards the direction of Ashiya’s voice. He lifted his free hand, gloved and adorned with expensive rings, and beckoned Ashiya towards him when she called out his title. Finally, he had time to attend her since she expressed desire to speak since yesterday. Unfortunately, dire circumstances had drawn him away and his day had been spent in meetings, but he was now available. “Ashiya of Tyros,” he responded to her words, his own voice – laced with the snobby accent of high caste Physicians – called out to her. Darius did not recognize Crow nor Haru except from glancing at them now and then when he’d spotted them on the streets. “Shall we continue our conversation?” he inquired of her, curious if she would follow him as he took a few steps forward, lowering his greatsword’s tip to the ground to support his hobbling gait. The Praetor was utterly ignorant of Crow’s identity and caste, though he had his suspicions due to the presence of the crossbow with the black robes absent any other colorful ornaments. Darius would not linger overlong, despite his authority. Perhaps this man was one of the Assassins, ready to fire a crossbow through some hated Captain like the raping ram of a ship as it plows through an enemy vessel!
[11:38] Ashiya of TyrosAshiya of Tyros nodded to him. “We should… There are things you should be aware of…” She did want to speak with him in his more official title, rather than as a potential member of his crew and company. There was a moment where she did pause as he started walking, though ready to follow, she took a look back to Crow and Haru, mainly for any particular hint that there was other business to discuss as well. She did remember what she had told to Haru, but she also was not expecting Crow to appear before her himself, and assumed he was out on other business, but she would be a fool not to be aware that she could potentially be his business. She was not so blind to that fact given the events of the last few days.
[11:39] Crow (melchior.wardell)Crow (melchior.wardell) stood still. In a way that he could be a statue and yet – he was ready to address anything that might be thrown his way. His movements were silent as if he had been taught by iron discipline to remain in the shadows and go unnoticed. Yet here he was in plain daylight. Not in fear to show anyone who he was. Not out of bravado but out of that rock-solid self-confidence. He knew that this was the woman that had given his slave the grave news. It had angered him and yet none could have said so. His emotions still part of his life were well confined in himself. At rare occasions he would profess his love to his slave but other than that his social life was cold and heartless. As she spoke of leaving with the Praetor he spoke “It seems you are quite the messenger, lady.” he left it at that … Surely that sentence alone should give everyone of them a shiver.
[11:43] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa)Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would look between the pair. The praetor, unknown to her, and Ashiya – more than familiar. She didn’t speak, instead simply curling her fingers around the leash that held her attached to her master, letting herself feel it tense a moment as she ran the chain through her fingers. She loved the feeling of the cold steel. The bondage it presented. Her gaze would move directly to Ashiya at her owner’s comment, drinking her in. If it wasn’t known if she had reported to her master what she had told her, it was now.
[11:46] Darius Valgard (dyce.boucher)Darius Valgard (dyce.boucher) was about to move off until Crow spoke up. That, along with Ashiya’s words of him needing to be aware of some things, gave him pause. His body went rigid and his soothing-yet-snobby tone became one of dire seriousness. “If you have business of the Consortium, and wish to speak to the Praetor instead of the Captain, then perhaps here is the best place.” He did not wish to conceal legal matters from the public, and his personal business could always wait. So, he turned to face Ashiya, as well as both Crow and Haru. His scarred face fell slack from its previous smiles and he adopted a professional stance. His eyes lingered past Ashiya and onto Crow a moment, his words still ringing in his ears. Trouble seemed afoot, or so he presumed. He finally cleared his throat and announced himself, so others would know him, “Captain Darius Valgard of the Deadsail Company, one of four Wharf Praetors who make up the Port Consortium.” He then leaned some upon the greatsword’s crossguard, relieving pressure from his stump fitted in the prosthetic.
[11:56] Ashiya of TyrosAshiya of Tyros nearly flinched at the way Crow worded that phrase. Was she expecting to hear that? No. Though that was the confirmation she needed, but how disadvantageous the timing of his approach. She did not know what exactly to make of that particular stance, the man was impossible to read. She had one foot backward just a bit, barely seen beyond the hem of her dress as though she was ready to run should the moment call for it. However, she was looking at Crow, the forehead in particular, the mark of the Dagger. That would have told her far more than words ever could, “I am…when the moment calls for me to be so…” Her confidence in her own abilities was not shaken by the idea of the why they were there, but more so in her ability to get away from a man trained in preventing people from getting away… The Lady-Thief was not a fool to think her chances against such men were set in stone. Had he been anyone but who he was, that would have been a different story.
She didn’t dare take her eyes off of Crow, despite distance between them, she didn’t want to miss the action of him reaching for that crossbow. It would be the only moment she had to evade it should she need. “it is regarding an attack on my person in the baths three suns passed.” It has been at least three days since that attack to say the least, and yet, the business that she had to discuss, ironically dealt with the same man.. both the business between herself and Crow, and the report she was ready to make. However, now she was not certain that this was a moment that was fortuitous enough to discuss matters simultaneously, given the nature of the two men whom she now stood between. Though she coudl see Haru, she was not going to focus on her. The only slave-girl she may have called a friend in different circumstances, and yet.. there would be no insight to be gained from her on this matter. Ashiya had to rely on her own wit at this juncture.
[11:59] Crow (melchior.wardell)Crow (melchior.wardell) would stand in the same spot while his eyes would move from one to the other. His eyes saw much more than just what was on the outside. He had learned that someone’s small movements could tell a lot: A lie or the truth. It was a wisdom he had acquired over many years. Not only in his life as a murderer, but also in the many disguises he used. When the man introduced himself, there was nothing new. Crow had already absorbed more information than many might have known. Still, he bowed slightly without losing sight of the man. “We finally meet, Captain Darius Valgard of the Deadsail Company.” his voice did not held the sarcasm of the many titles when Crow spoke “Crow, Undertaker of the Port.” he introduced himself without the rank he had reached over years. Surely who he was mattered little. It was what he could do in a matter of seconds if he wished. He turned to the woman and she too did not tell things that had not been known to him. He could tell the moment of doubt, the reflection on what could happen. Perhaps some killers would enjoy the mere idea to instill fear yet Crow held little fondness for it. “Ah … ” he replied to her words and did not say much more. He held all the cards before him – making it unable to predict what he was about.
[12:03] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa)Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) was cool, calm and collected. A veritable cucumber of a doll. Chill as the porcelain her flesh represented and stoic in her emotional representation. Sure, there was the usual friendly appearance of her face, the one thing that should it ever fall, woe be to the slave that might have caused such – but she made no further indications outside of her silent, unspoken greets. Her hands were folded before her in that usual demure fashion. Left over right, sharpened and strengthened nails, thanks to Ming’s genetic manipulations, hovering just over her core. There was no need for her to speak. Not in that moment. So she left that to the free.
[12:09] Darius Valgard (dyce.boucher)Darius Valgard (dyce.boucher) slid his gaze to Ashiya as she kept her back to himself while she stared focused upon Crow. This was interesting, especially since she still spoke to himself about her legal issues. When Crow offered his introduction, his eyes turned back to the man and that made much sense to him now, given his attire and behavior. “Ah,” he said as he visibly relaxed some. Why? Because there was no dagger painted on the man’s brow. That didn’t mean murder was out of the question, but Darius saw Crow now as an instrument, a tool, to be paid for on behalf of the Consortium. “I now place a face to the rumored ghost of the Undertaker. I suspect that certain coin might flow from the Consortium to your belted pockets in the coming weeks, Killer.” He called the man by the respected title of his caste, making it known that he wasn’t above employing Assassins on behalf of the city’s administration. He glanced idly upon Haru, seeing her demure folding of hands, his fingers caressing the crossguard of his sword-cane as he observed her. “Obedient,” he remarked. Then, finally, he turned his attention to Ashiya and spoke to the back of her head, “Do you wish to press a case of the matter regarding your assault to the Praetors, Ashiya of Tyros? Do you have witnesses who can testify?” In his capacity of Praetor, Darius was fair across the board, showing zero favoritism to any cursed soul.
[12:26] Aiko Akasuki Laukness (elsamarieanna)Aiko Akasuki Laukness (elsamarieanna) wondering around the port trying to get to know what is were her eyes looking towards the Master and also the Mistress not saying a word for now her hands move to her side
[12:29] That question was the question that answered all her previous question. Witnesses who can testify. For her it wasnt’ a matter of whetehr they were capable of testifying.. it was a matter of if they would… and the answer was clear to her at that point. Though, the idea that the Consortium would employ the Killers only made her relax just a bit more.. but not by much. There was still the matter that she knew things about the Killers that she likely should not have. That alone made her a loose end in some killers’ minds. However, to them both, she would simply say.. “No… no witnesses who will testify.” The only witnesses had been killers and slaves.. and that could work against her as well as for her. She wasn’t going to take the risk.
[12:29] Ashiya of TyrosAshiya of Tyros Ashiya looked to Crow, almost as if she was confirming that she wasn’t going to speak on what she saw or heard inside the court, but the business of the one in question was still a matter on the table. At that point did she dare a step back and look to Darius so that he wasn’t staring at the back of her head, but she did want to keep both men in her line of sight somewhat. “If witnesses are a requirement for such a matter, then I suppose that falls short as it is.” She knew a man like the one in question could nto keep quiet. She had learned that much herself, and how easily she could get a rise out of him. Perhaps that would be useful later.
Turning back to Crow, she asked, “Was there a message you wished me to deliver? Or did you have business with me, Lord Undertaker?” She used the title he used himself. She wasn’t going ot take a chance this time. Subtle messages were being sent btween the group of them, and even in a situation like this, her mind was still moving with the many possibilities of a multitude of outcomes. She would make a point to set her priorities. She still needed work… something that offered coin and a measure of protections that she didn’t quite have. Her vendetta could wait.
[12:33] Crow (melchior.wardell)Crow (melchior.wardell) noted the short reply before the longer sentence addressed to him. Strange as the man spoke of his face. Crow was a master of disguise and with it held a certain art in it to have it appear from this to a warm censor of Ar or a jovial Innkeeper. Crow could adapt to almost any situation, although he too was tested in his resolve. Only a day ago when he nearly killed a so called killer in his court. When the man spoke of coin he inclined his head again. Crow was not a greedy bastard as most of his caste brothers, but held a certain degree of honor and respect to their status within the city. He felt himself a razor sharp tool for those instances when law was no longer a possibility. Surely he would not discuss business, but with the small gesture he made it known to being open for any conversation as to what was needed from him or his caste. When the man spoke of his slave he would give her a quick look. She was far more than obedient and yet she reflected the one thing he wanted from her in this very moment. As Ashiya spoke he learned a lot by what kind of woman she was and could be. “The matter of the man that poses as one of my caste, is it ?” he asks – for this instance he would allow her to see one of the cards in his deck. “I am sure the Praetor might have a desire to know that there is a man posing in the desire to become what … The next Pa Kur.” there – he said it. Now watching how the news would fall upon those ears. Surely the man would have been dead and perhaps dropped in the thieves den if he hadn’t run from the court with his tails between his legs.
[12:37] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa)Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) as picking up the small nuances between them though to the naive she seemed oblivious, her gaze instead wandering to the shift of leaves and people passing. Aiko she could not see. Not from where she stood; the girl hidden behind the large tree and on the other side. Blinded by the large and clearly ancient plant. She was quiet, always keeping her master in her peripheral, that slight tension in the leash that she could see and feel him should any signals be offered. Orders to follow or commands. Obedient she was in all manner of things though at the appropriate times not afraid to speak her mind to her master if she felt there was a concern that should be approached. For now, though, there were none and her Pani-Karian tones remained silent.
[12:47] Darius Valgard (dyce.boucher)Darius Valgard (dyce.boucher) gave a nod of his head to Ashiya and informed her, “You will require witnesses to support your defense, or some other overwhelming evidence. If the witnesses are slaves, then they may be tortured for their legal testimony. Otherwise, it’s just your word against another’s, and there’s nothing that the Consortium can do.” He turned his eyes back to Crow as he mentioned about someone posing an Assassin and trying to be the next Pa-Kur. “Can you give a full account of your meaning, Killer? With something so vast and grave, it should be brought before the Council of Captains. The Consortium handles justice and the port’s public facilities and utilities only. All legislative and executive decisions rest in the hands of the Council.”
[12:48] Aiko Akasuki Laukness (elsamarieanna)Aiko Akasuki Laukness (elsamarieanna) as she had just arrived not to sure what was going on not being able to see crow or haru as the big old tree was in the way .She would stand there hands still by her side not saying a word still as she would listen to what was being said around her .
[12:53] Ashiya of TyrosAshiya of Tyros felt the pathways of that one moment fall away, like the intricate patterns of a butterfly’s wings, now illuminated through the speaking of a single phrase, a decision made and now a path forward presented, until the next crossroads where a decision of her own would need be taken. “I see.” She looked back at the Praetor, Captain Darius Valguard of the Dead company, and now she nodded, decisively. “Then perhaps we should all take a walk that we may discuss this in more detail.” She told them both. She had no issues to speak to them on what she knew, what she had experienced, now that Crow made it okay for her to do so, but given what he said, the specific subject would be the only thing she would speak on, less the man made it okay to speak further, however, that was highly unlikely. The Caste guarded their secrets with extreme prejudice. She would not be the one that met a blade for not minding her tongue if she could help it.
Spotting movement to the side, she did recognize the Slave from the court, bu Ashiya of Tyros only in a passing glance. She was aware of her, but did not greet her, let alone betray any hint that she’d seen her openly. She looked between the three of them, waiting for Crow or Darius to agree to speak elsewhere. The open streets wer efar too busy fo her liking to discuss matters of such import. The voice of a man speaking in greeting neary was proof enough of this fact. An inclination of her head was given in his direction but no words flowed in greeting given the severity of the subject matter.
[12:54] Crow (melchior.wardell)Crow (melchior.wardell) had now realized that they had been noticed and that some were even standing still. He wanted to resolve some issues quietly and unnoticed. Yet here he spoke of something grave and yet he doubted the man would truly succeed. The man had hardly kept himself professional enough to pose a threat to any man of the port. When Darius spoke of legal matters a brow arched in surprise. Was he truly serious ? Did he truly believe that the consortium would be presented by all facts? Crow would only now move his hand and made a dismissive gesture. “There is a time and place for such conversations, indeed.” he would move his hand again as in taking their lead if they wished to discuss these matters in a more private setting.
[13:00] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa)Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would take in Darius’ face; the way he stood and held himself and how he spoke. She would be able to recognise him from a distance though this was more out of habit than out of any nefarious meaning. Seeing Elirk, she would dip her head to the man but would not speak. She was silent. Listening and observing.
[13:01] Darius Valgard (dyce.boucher)Darius Valgard (dyce.boucher) canted his head as Crow dismissed his question after just blurting out that there was someone with designs on being the next Pa-Kur. The sudden desire for secrecy with such matters once they were already penny-dropped in public made the Praetor’s left eye twitch slightly. He was already involved in secrets most dire, and there seemed to be more piled on. He moistened his lips a moment, glancing about at others who arrived. A man – Elirk – greeted the group, and Darius gave a ringing clanging tap of his greatsword against the cobblestones in return to the greeting. He then turned to the others, Ashiya and Crow, as well as Haru, and he grunted some. “Very well…. but, I shall not be drawn to the shadows.” (I got RL folks, gonna have to pause my participation – ugh)
[13:05] Ashiya of TyrosAshiya of Tyros took note of what Darius spoke of and then nodded to him, then back to Crow. When Darius seemed to be dragged away toward his ship (assuming such), Ashiya would follow. That was as secure a place as any to speak on this and she’d just use this as a chance to relay all if needed be. To Crow she simply nodded to him, “This way if you would, my Lord.” Some part of her heritage she just couldn’t get out of her… (Gogin to move when you’re ready.)
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