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Pride in hunger and thirst

Posted in Black Caste, Black Lodge on September 11, 2024 by crow1971

[10:30:35] Crow (melchior.wardell) would come outside of his tent as he noted the seeker near the fire. The man still blindfolded. Crow would see if the man already sensed his presence or needed some sound of his footsteps of even clearing his throat. He would wait and increase the sounds he was making – all the while studying as to how quick he would response.

[10:31:56] Ember came out of the tent and had returned to reading the many scrolls in his chest – fresh air – he went to the campfire “Tal Killer, Tal seeker” This time he hadn’t snuck up on us and had been clearly hearable

[10:33:03] Nauthis Descian (wickedworkofheart): After having tended the fires, he had taken the remaining bits of dried meat given to him and eaten those to quiet his rumbling stomach, it had been precious little, but it was something. Enough to take the worst of the edge off anyway. He was still hungry, and thirsty. The headaches had been becoming worse, his mouth was dry and sticky. His lips were chapped, and his energy was low. This time of year the cool of the breeze was becoming more notable, and yet, staying by the fire only made his thirst worse. He hadn’t had anything to drink in three days, and nothing he had consumed had liquid in it to make up the difference. It had been advised to him that he scrounge for berries, and yet, he had refused to break the rules, and looked the part of a man who suffered for lack of water. To break the rules was to invite death, and yet, he was so close to failing in fortitude and willpower for need of water. He didn’t want to break the rules, had been holding out, trying, and by the Kings he had his pride and wouldn’t beg. Slaves begged! He was no such beast! In this place, even they were above him though, but he was fast approaching a point of being willing to do anything for some water. Though as he heard the voice of the killer known well, he jumped to his feet, perhaps looking a trifle disheveled. “Tal Killer,” and then to the recognized trainee. “Tal trainee,” he would call the man as he had heard another killer reference him.

[10:36:10] Crow (melchior.wardell) would dip his head slightly towards Ember as he too approached. His eyes would remain upon the seeker. “I learned that you have learned who I am.” he stated cooly as he would walk over to the table and filled a mug with fresh water. He made sure the water splashed against the sides of the mug so that it would be easy to hear what he was doing.

[10:39:11] Crow (melchior.wardell) could tell that the seeker had not been fed or had a drink. Crow could guess as to why “So … what of it ?” he asked. Although Crow did not enjoy the murder on the mans father. It was what he was and if the young man was true – he too would become. There was no room for own debates if a murder was honest or foul. “Well ? Shall I give you a knife and see if you can vengeance your fathers death ?” he added – His words cold as ice in a morning of fresh snow.

[10:42:24] Nauthis Descian (wickedworkofheart): And he did hear, Kings how he wanted it, his head turned sharply, as though he were attuned most of all to that. His throat undulated, helpless but to react to the knowing of what was so near. He licked his lips without even thinking about what he was doing, like a ravenous animal long caged and denied. “Yes Killer,” he said. Typically, Pride would be more wary, but he was so thirsty, he was having trouble focusing a body could only go so many days without. Would he have done anything now for only a drink? “I know it was your hand, but a killer is paid to perform a task.” His voice was near rasping. “You were the hand that performed it, I do not hold you accountable for willing it done. I will with time be no different than you. I can not fault you to do as a man of the black will do. It is not you I blame. I would ask you a single question though. For only you would know that truth. Did he die well? I would hope he did not fall, a coward.”

[10:49:03] Crow (melchior.wardell) could see that the man was thirsty and he would now move forward to be in the personal space. He would dip his fingers in the water and splash it slightly towards the seeker. Some drops might fall upon the mans face … but nothing that would satisfy his thirst. “Many words … and yet … who is it that you blame ? The client?” he would caste a glance to Ember as he said those words “Your father had his last words and died quick after. I denied him to write it testament though.” he added just to see the response of the man. It was true – still. Perhaps Crow had given that thought later and might have made a different decision now. But there was something in murder. You could do it only once to the same person. “As to a coward … that depends … ” he would taunt the young man even more. “He gave me his weapon. The one I used to kill him with.” small pokes to a man that was already on the verge of failing due to lack of water and food.

[10:53:13] Ember was interested in the background and continued to listen. It was interesting that the man’s son was looking for his father’s killer and found him here in the camp. How had he found out about it? That was a mystery to him. It was interesting that the man’s son was looking for his father’s killer and found him here in the camp. How had he found out about it? That was a mystery to him, had anonymity been violated? As he listened, his thoughts flew back and forth.

[10:57:52] Nauthis Descian (wickedworkofheart): His breath came haggard, and he could feel the droplets strike his face, the tease of it, the young man’s fingers clenched hard against his palms and then came up. It was clear how he wanted to take that vessel, be it cup or bowl from Crow, how he wanted to grab and rip it away from him, but instead, as his hands and arms lifted, and his fingers uncurled into replications of hooked talons, the youth stayed his hands. He knew it to be a test. Everything here was about learning, and then testing. “I am angry at the client!” He lost his temper in his answer. “The target was my own father damn you! What sane person wouldn’t be angry and embittered for it?!” Maybe he would have held his emotions better were he not in such need of water. His teeth clenched hard then to hear the man had been so spineless. “That is reflection upon him! Not me!” He snarled, the shame of it still effecting him. “He was a stupid, selfish failure for a scribe! His own choices earned him the end he received! He was never there!” He shouted out the angry thoughts he had long held secret, and then, his voice softened and his head lowered. “He was never there and I had to grow up without a father because he was so selfish. He never took my mother as free companion. I am a bastard, she was nothing to him, but conquest. I hate him. I’m NOT him. I don’t want to be associated with him. He… He deserved what happened to him.” There was bitterness in his voice. Rarely had he talked about this.

[11:07:19] Crow (melchior.wardell) would observe the young man. See the different kind of emotions rush over the man and taking him out of balance. Surely this could be a weakness, but which person was truly without any feelings. “Ah … the young man the victim of life.” he taunted “I will not speak of the client. But Ember might endulge you to some of what is considered a legit client. Surely there needs to be something for a killer to take such a contract.” he reasons. He would now take a good swig of the water. “Tell me, does it help you to speak out in anger ? Does it bring you your father back ? Does it undo all the wrong you have felt ? Does it suit you now ?” he would shake his head slow. “You are a fool. Surely this isn’t the life for you … Your pride and self pity are in the way … You have showed nothing I wished to see this far.” he shared again cold as if there was nothing behind it but just a message he read from paper.

[11:13:34] Ember had his arms crossed and there was no pity on his face. Calmly, he turned to the Seeker “If you still feel so many emotions even though you didn’t like your father, how are you going to control your emotions when you’re supposed to kill someone?” Emotions make you misjudge things and you won’t be able to be professional.”

[11:20:21] Nauthis Descian (wickedworkofheart): Maybe Ember would, and later, he would ask him, but not in the moment. The taunts being levied against him were wanting for a reaction, but the youth knew in the back of his mind that if he wronged the man before him, even if he felt it justified, even to make the attempt, invited finality. The calm of the man was strange to speak of such seriousness, and it made Pride stop and think. But then, he heard the drink taken and a blast of air came from his flared nostrils in irritation. “No,” he said in a tone vexed, the answer the same for all those questions. When told once again that he was in the wrong, he clenched fists again but then, released them, and sighed. “I am a fool because I feel loss? Because I feel anger? Because I feel at all? I have done what I have been asked, and done it well. You have not been about to observe that, that I know of, but then, I have not my sight to be sure of that. But if you were, you would know that I have only done my best to do what has been tasked. I have obeyed your rules without question. I have shown respect to all, answered questions, and been perfectly obedient. This… This is the first time I have stood up to you, despite knowing what I know. Even now, I hold myself back, and I haven’t had anything to drink in days! Is this what you wanted to see Killer? The effect of it all? I am a human being. I have needs. I am SO sorry that they do not please you.” He spat to the side, having even now in his angst, enough sense not to spit at Crow. He was angry, but even now, there was respect for station. He then looked toward Ember’s voice. “I don’t know how to deal with those feelings, that are only toward him. Am I wrong to feel as I do? I am not angry at the Killer for doing as he had to do. I am not even angry at the one who ordered the kill. I am angry at my father. But he’s gone. I never even got to meet him. But still he had an impact upon my life. I grew up knowing he had been slain by a man in black. I wanted to know why. I long feared I too would be killed for the crime of being his son.”

[11:27:47] Crow (melchior.wardell) would now take the mug of water and slowly let the water fall over the young mans head. Surely to anger him even more. “Ah there we go again … the feelings … ” he would now push the man backwards. Crow would fake the loss of his patience as his voice slightly came with more authority “Ah … there you have it … you have done what ? Followed orders ? Truly ? ” he would shake his head “Following orders is easy … let someone else think and when things don’t work out blame the one giving them.” he shrugged. “What about you asking for a drink ? Nah … you felt yourself above such. You are a very silly and foolish man. I warned you about those feelings that are not the one that should guide you. Sure you can have them … I am sure even Ember feels the fear of failing his task and being killed for it. Yet do you see him weep or cry wolf for it ? He does not … He is clearly smarter than you … While he was not the high caste scribe you presented to be.” with that he would step backwards – sensing that he might just overstep that line of the young mans control. If the man might lunge – Crow would just address it – but if the man truly attacked – Crow would deal with it swiftly.

[11:28:52] Myrddin (drizantlar.veriander) stepped forward yawning drawing his hands to cross his chest “Tal Caste” he gave Crow a slow dip of his chin. He turned to look to the other two “Aww here we have rubble and stubled, who were both quite troubled, blowing bubbles in their mental struggle trying not to stumble through thought, rathered puzzled but all they could do is mumble and its stupidity gave me a chuckle”

[11:31:15] Ember shook his head, uncomprehending “ – many words, too many words seeker – imagine,

you were a killer and a client came and ordered you to kill your mother – are you able to do that?” –

“Tal Killer, Tal Adira” and was again intent on the interactions

[11:34:05] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would slip up to Crow’s side. It was like one fluid movement that took her in a path that slid through the kitchen and over to the camp, ending up at her master’s side. Black wine in hand, the final steps would slow as she noted the tension in the air, her tongue falling silent as she purses her lips, head canting in curiosity. Nothing said yet, she looks to Adira in a questioning gaze. For the ehn, she did not greet, giving the moment to observe and assess.

[11:35:49] Myrddin (drizantlar.veriander) glanced to ember reaching and scratched the back of his head pondering the question “There once was a Lady in red, who didn’t understand what was said.. but then my father found her in bed, with her legs quite spread and yelled ‘off with her head'” he said with a nod

[11:38:15] Nauthis Descian (wickedworkofheart): He was now shaking faintly as his temper rose higher still for Crow’s persistent taunts. Ember’s words were instruction though, and he didn’t move to lash out at Crow. He was in the moment fueled more by adrenalin and growing anger than anything, and it wouldn’t last. Stumbling back, his head turned suddenly, to put an ear toward Crow, taking a defensive stance, but not moving to attack. Being shoved back, his foot hit the log. The Killer hadn’t hurt him, but perhaps was only testing him again to see if he could get him to make a move. Pride knew he stood no chance against the man in a real confrontation. He was unarmed, blind, and far less experienced. Unless it was a singing contest, he would lose. Now drenched in water, the youth shook off like a wet dog and his jaw clenched. The glare wasn’t hard to see even with his eyes hidden. “You scold me for following orders, yet it was you who told me I was to have nothing if not given it. Now you tell me to test your commands, and call me fool for doing so. Are you -trying- to get me to snap?” He growled. “Tal Killer,” he said as was required to M, though his tone was more than a little pissy. Pride then looked back toward Crow, or at least, where Crow had been, and he making assumptions. He then looked toward Ember’s voice. “I was told recently that I would be expected to kill someone close to me. I would be lying if I claimed such a task were easy, or even something I was sure I could do. It seems to be a conflict of interest, or maybe… A test to see if one has the fortitude to be such a thing as harbinger of death.”

[11:38:37] Λdɨяα (sutara.luminos): would quietly pad up bt her Masters side, she would stand there for a few moments, seeking the right time to greet the masters, she would notice as her sister would slide up to Crows side with his mug of blackwine, and would give her gaze as if to convey “I have no clue and I think my master is insane” as she would let her eyes slide up to her master and narrow a bit warily as she would take just a wee step away from him as she would look at her clawed adorned fingers as if looking at her nails. wondering if her master..had once again….got into her stash of herbs she had been growing and cultivating at the pass.

[11:42:09] Myrddin (drizantlar.veriander) glanced to nauthis raising his eyebrows a bit then reached behind scratching his neck once more then spoke “So in deep persuit, it could be very hard to compute, this small dispute which seems to be at the root. Then there was the man who played the flute, only wore one boot. He seemed to only eat fruit, and was lousy to shoot, standing there in salute trying to recruit, but always seem to dispute those in commute only to uproot the coot. “

[11:45:41] Crow (melchior.wardell) would shake his head and offer Haru the empty mug that had been filled with fresh water. If the man had lowered his pride and asked he would have been given the mug. But as he had kept his pride he had now nothing. He would than reach for the black wine while his fingers brushed over Haru’s fingers in a silent gesture of his devotion which most killers would frown upon. “This young man … is a proud and obedient fellow. Who has done nothing wrong – or – well – he thinks he has done all things right.” he seemingly tells Haru “Yet the man is still blindfolded. Is clearly thirsty and most likely also very hungry. Tell me mine … does he look like an accomplished fellow to you ?”

[11:48:08] Ember looked at Haru and was curious about her answer

[11:51:33] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would tilt her head a little bit, almost sighing as the brush of his fingers was over and they were on to the topic of the seeker. She shook her head a little, her eyes flickering over to Peace before back to her owner. “No, My Master,” she says in her soft tones. “If he was accomplished, he would be freed of his ailment and able to enjoy the sight of the beauties around him.” She saw Ember looking her way and would wink, giving him an almost shy seeming smile. But since her presence had been announced, she now greeted after answering the question. “Tal Masters.” Pani and Karian tones clashing but much more relaxed than they had been in the tavern.

[11:52:13] Nauthis Descian (wickedworkofheart): Under normal circumstances, he would never speak so disrespectfully to them, but the stress had been mounting, and he had been trying. Nothing he did seemed to be right or good enough, and try as he might, everything seemed stacked against him. He would answer and be told he was wrong, fearing to make enemies or to step wrong and find even the smallest transgression to result in death, but to be silent had been taken wrong as well, and he wasn’t sure what to do, he was just… Frustrated. That first night, when he had shown his emotions as he always had, had been wrong, and now, he was wrong. Slowly, his head lifted, he listening to what Haru would say. He understood now why they had begun to call him Pride, and felt the shame of it. “May I please have some water to drink?” He asked in a hesitant but respectful tone, trying to show he listened, and would learn from what was said. He recognized that he had things to work on, most of all, his pride.

[11:55:42] Λdɨяα (sutara.luminos): would listen as one again her master would speak in limericks, she would gaze at him “did it finally happen? Did she indeed get collared by someone who was more insane then her? she had heard of some Killers developing …well odd ticks, was this it?” she would use that keen mind of hers to work, she would then gaze into his eyes yup higher then a mother fucker…or perhaps he was playing head games, she knew for a fact he enjoyed doing that, she would furrow her a brow a bit taking in a deep breath before smiling warmly to all “greetings Masters and sister” she would say as she would try to lure her master to sit down by the fire…”Come my master, sit down and relax” she would say in a alluring tone “if you unleash me I can get you your ramberry juice yes?” she would say softly, as she would try if she could to tempt him to sit.

[11:56:50] Crow (melchior.wardell) would sip his black wine and would give a silent gesture to Haru to fetch the young man a good bowl of water. “So many of your energy wasted on what ? A sense of ego ? Pride ?” he grinned “Are you sure you wish me to get you some water. This fire could die from it ?” he suggested – of course Pride did not see that his girl was already given signal to fetch some water.

[11:57:34] Myrddin (drizantlar.veriander) pondered this a mere moment unleashing adira and pocketed the leash. He would looked to her a moment, his eyes slightly rolled back in his head. He then turned to glance towards the two man seeking his caste “A question to both of you…. would you cause destruction.. hands wrapped round your mother’s neck causing her suffication watching as she floats away with asphyxiation. Do you believe in ressurection after one dies of starvation.. lock them in a cage.. but we certainly don’t believe in mutiliation with our assassinations. but how about incapacitation, maybe even immolation… only to avoid damnation, pondering the worlds ahhihilation… but there was the guy who found himself deep in hospitlation… being killed by decapitation, suffering from infliction after being locked in deep incarceration, finding himself deep with disintergration… maybe even reinfraction… after longs bouts of dormition… to his undeadly discarnation… to his ultimate termination”

[12:04:51] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would notice her master’s signal and dip her head, moving off back to the kitchen to fetch a bowl of water. It only took moments; a bowl, water – there was nothing really to prepare and before she was even gone, she was back. She didn’t speak yet, no need for that. Her master was already doing the taunting and she was going to let him enjoy himself even if there was a serious side to it all. A purpose that very few might understand until the point that they were past it all. When they were in his shoes. Not literally. She was fairly sure her master wouldn’t give those away and if they had taken them without his consent then clearly, so clearly, they had not learned those lessons.

[12:06:00] Ember watched and learned, listened and thought about the words said, a killer spoke strange things that made no sense to him, the Seeker had taken the right path, sometimes it was a hard path to have to ask. He remained silent in the background until he heard the assassin’s question. “Wreak destruction? What exactly do you mean by your question?” “I don’t believe in resurrection. Dead is dead.” was the sober analysis

[12:06:25] Nauthis Descian (wickedworkofheart): “If I am not fit to see to the fire Killer, than it shall surely die, and me with it. But I have spoken to and learned from others, and am ready to deal with that by what I am taught.” He reached down to pick up two of the branches he had brought over, one in each hand. He would wait and move nearer to the fire, ready to feed it additional fuel if liquid were introduced to it. Rather than complain, though the warmth of it were unpleasant in his dehydrated state, he showed himself ready. He turned an ear back toward the Killer who rhymed many things, much of them morbid. “A kill need not be agonizing and cause one suffering, Killer. If I had to kill someone, I would choose a means that made it as swift and efficient as possible. I am not a torturer, and have no wish to be either. I cannot fathom how or why anyone -would- desire to be such a man. The want to make people suffer seems to me to be a sickness of the mind. Do not most Goreans feel the same?” He then turned his face in the direction where Crow had been when water had been splashed upon him, intending to make a point.

[12:09:05] Λdɨяα (sutara.luminos): would move in a swift motion, like a damn ghost that was frightened from the hell of limericks and a possibly stoned or Indeed insane master, she would get a bowl and fill it with fresh ram berry juice, she would then move her ass with purpose moving to her masters side “here my Master, some rambrry juice I hope it refreshes you” she would mumble out, she would give Haru a quick look before darting her eyes to the others as she would listen to what was going on and hoping that perhaps the ramberry juice would bring her Master back from limerick city.

[12:09:34] Crow (melchior.wardell) would shake his head slightly “Give him the water, mine. And see that he is fed.” as he had no intent to challenge the fire. For it would be too easy. As he noted M. move towards Ember he perked a brow – the man was really up close and personal.

[12:09:39] Myrddin (drizantlar.veriander) walked up towards ember reaching to his right with his right hand drawing the blade from its sheath to bring it up pointing the very tip of the blade directly at the trainee’s throat staring him into the eyes “trainee… I am sure you have heard a Killer say to another.. gold and steel.. tell me trainee… or I will slice your neck open right here and right now if you get it wrong… what is gold and steel…?” he asks then draws silent holding the blade very still

[12:13:44] Ember held his neck straight up, not moving, he was sure the blade was so sharp it could cut a hair in the air.

“Gold and steel” is a greeting among killers, gold stands for the symbolic reward a killer receives when he accepts the client contract and steel stands for the dagger with which the killer carries out the contract”

[12:14:52] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) steps closer to Peace, her brow furrowing ever so slightly as she heard the words from M. No orders and she would have stood back but ok, nopes, it was the trainee – not the seeker. Phew. “Water, Master,” she says, pushing the bowl forward to press it into the man’s abdomen that he could easily tell where it was. “Can I fetch you something to eat?”

[12:17:35] Myrddin (drizantlar.veriander) pulled the blade away from his neck and turned to swinging to smack him upside the head with the sword then turned and sheathed it to his side. He turned his head a bit and begun to speak but a bit more distant and quieter “Gold represents the beginning of what it is to be a killer.. In our camp lads are sent off to sell everything they own and hand over the gold. As a Killer, it signifies the initiation of a contract.. Once gold is accepted, the contract is sealed.. It continues till the mark is dead, or we end up dead. ” he paused for a moment “steel represents the completion of the cycle of work. Gold, the beginning, and steel is the conclusion. “

[12:17:47] Nauthis Descian (wickedworkofheart): As Haru came to him and offered the bowl, he placed the long branches into the fire and gratefully accepted it. He drank so fast and practically inhaled it that he might even make himself sick. Three days he had been without, and the body couldn’t go much longer than that without suffering horrific effects. Hearing the Killer speak as he did to the trainee, he froze and listened once the bowl was drained. Even now he was learning through the interactions of others, and given the cost of failure, he would retain what was said. “Thank you Haru,” he knew the voice, and the name she had correctively given him. “Yes please. Is there any of that stew available?” He felt quite foolish not having asked and taken the approach he had. He had hoped to show obedience and respect, all that had gotten him was an empty belly, headaches, and chastising. A bit of humility it seemed was in order. So, he asked for what he wanted to eat, something with more liquid in it to help his dehydration. “And, another bowl of water please?” He asked, offering the bowl toward her which had been quickly emptied.

[12:24:36] Ember The blow came as a surprise and he flinched as the sword hit his head. “Killer, thanks for the lesson, I’ll keep it in mind. “It wasn’t in those words on any of my scrolls. I’ll add your explanation later.”

[12:26:47] Myrddin (drizantlar.veriander) nods his chin slight taking the vessel of ramberry juice from his girl and took a drink. He then took the leash to reclick it onto her collar and turned to walk off “come with me my girl”

[12:33:13] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would shake her head a little. “No stew, Master, though I do have fish soup available.” She bobs her head a little, that had been her cooking for the week since they had plenty of fish and it allowed a change in flavours. She looks, though, to Crow at that – now was not the time, right? She smiles to him and then looks back to Peace, reaching out to take the bowl of water as he offered it. “Would you like the fish soup, Master? It is made with parsit and herbs.”

[12:34:33] Nauthis Descian (wickedworkofheart): “I apologize Killer. Know that I do not fault you for his death. I do not fault the one who ordered it. It has not been easy for me, and few give a damn. For years I have bottled my feelings on the matter. What I felt as a child, versus what I feel now, as a young man, are very different. I begin to understand things now, that I could not, then. I want nothing of the old life that was left behind. I made that choice when I accepted my life here.” Though he spoke to Crow, he then lowered his head to look with sightless blindfolded eyes at Haru. “I will be pleased with what you bring me, and grateful for it. Yes. Thank you.”

[12:39:03] KeDjA (lilli.breda) slips out of the tent and then stops, almost startled, as Schatten looks at her with her sparkling eyes. ‘What are you doing here?’ her eyes slide to the animal’s back and she shakes her head ‘Have you dropped it somewhere again and forgotten where?’ she suppresses a small grin as Coffin Nail puffs up next to her, as if the miniature tarn is trying to reach the size of his mummy.

[12:39:05] Crow (melchior.wardell) would quietly observe and as the young man spoke he waved his hand. He had little value for his apology. He was very much aware of what the man might mean – yet – Crow had been taught to let those feelings be what they were – just feelings. “do not make the error that I value what your feelings are on the subject.” he replied truthful. “Often when I am hired I know very little about the mark but more about the why. And eventually I learn of the who and than it is set in stone.” he replied matter of factly “The fact you are aware it is me – is because your father failed to make his will and I knew the one that would ensure it to be followed. So that is why I spoke my name … and he spilled it … again a good reminder that even I should learn to keep my mouth shut.”

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Where the heart goes

Posted in Black Caste, Black Lodge, Mastery with tags love, master, Master Assassin, slave on September 4, 2024 by crow1971

[12:40] Crow (melchior.wardell) shook his head “No … not a forge here.” he replied. Thankfully there was none for he might have to nod and in these parts nodding was a thing. “Excuse us all.” he would turn and move his shoulder into Haru’s mid section to have her raised upon his shoulder. He would give a good slam to her ass.

[12:45] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would follow along. Of course. She was up on his shoulder and being carried, giving a little squeal of enjoyment as he slaps her ass. She would wriggle, a faux little struggle but mostly she was adjusting her weight as he moved up the way to the compound, trying to make it easier for him to carry her weight. Was it the outfit she had chosen to wear? She looks down at the sheer silk she had chosen for that day, making a small mental note. A moment there she would squeak, a bounce as they stepped over something almost making her drop the bag of soap and herbs but she held onto it.

[12:49] Crow (melchior.wardell) would slowly let her fall to her feet. The outfit indeed had its effect upon him. As she would stand he would undress himself. “So … some private time.” he stated to her. As he was butt naked he would walk into the water. “So tell me what are your thoughts ? Do you enjoy the stay at the lodge ?” he asks. He pondered on a dilemma and wanted to create the right atmosphere to go down his choices when it came to their life.

[12:54] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would watch as he stripped, moving to help him if he desired it. She would not strip herself until he was ready and stepping into the water, waiting for him to be able to see her as she put a small show on, her hands sliding over her frame as she removed the sheer cloth. “I enjoy any time I am with you, My Master,” she says in her soft tones. “The lodge does certainly keep me busy,” she says with a slight nod. “And I do enjoy having girls around that we all get along together. Adira as well.” Of course, she was very close to Adira; the pair had been friends a long time. Since before the caste had ever laid its claim on her. Stepping down into the water, she would bring the herbs and soaps with her, placing them to the side of the bath, sliding up to her master and her hands over his thighs, looking up at him in curios question of the topic.

[12:58] Crow (melchior.wardell) would take her in his arms. He would move her locks of hair from her shoulder so he was allowed to look into her face. “You have been busy. I was very proud of you yesterday.” he compliments her. He would move forward as to steal a kiss. “And the candidates ? What are you thoughts on them ?” he asks as he would hold her steady in his lap. The water warm enough to be comfortable and enjoyable.

[13:04] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would snuggle up into his lap, tilting her head as he brushed her hair. She enjoyed the gesture but she would slip her arms around his shoulders in a similar gesture. The bathing could begin soon. For now she would enjoy the quiet moment of being alone and having him to herself. The cuddles. At his compliment, she would flush slightly. “Thank you, My Master,” she purrs. “Learning the sleen is… something new, but I wish only to make you happy.” And that meant proud and all the other positive emotions. Of course, she also didn’t want to get eaten, so being in Hecate’s favour had its own little bonus there. She would lean in, nuzzling him a moment before pulling away as he mentioned the candidates. “They have potential, My Master,” she says. “But I suspect with the slow game, one or both will end up lured to their death.” He knew what she meant; he’d ordered her and Adira to play such a game. Not the quick game but something much slower. Steadier. “They do seem to rush things a little, though, as if hurrying will lead them to an earlier stand.”

[13:10] Crow (melchior.wardell) would listen as he would watch how she spoke. He knew she was considerate in the words she spoke. As she mentioned the candidates he would nod – he had his own observations. He would take the brush from behind and would ask her to turn so he could brush her hair. “There is a thing i wish you to know.” he started. “We have been here for some time now. And at times the compound can be quiet and on others day overwhelming.” he added. “The compound can be challenging and demanding. Even if there are more than a few about.” With long strokes he would work her hair – conscious in his motion. Loving and tenderly grooming his girl. Something he enjoyed much and yet there was often so little time for these intimate settings.

[13:16] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would turn as he did so, giving an audible purr as he began to brush her hair. She was a sucker for that. It was relaxing and enjoyable both at the same time. She could almost curl up with dish of milk in front of the fire like this. He was behind her though and as she nodded her head to his words, she could not reach him fully. Instead, she would draw her fingers up and over his knees and thighs. A light dance of her sharpened nails. “This is true, My Master,” she says in her soft tones. “It is the first place in a long time where I have not even had the time to travel and keep my eyes in other cities.” The lodge definitely kept her busy most days. Still, he had something to tell her so she kept her response short.

[13:19] Crow (melchior.wardell) could feel her nails on his skin and it made him have goosebumps. As he continued with the brush he would speak further. “There is another love I have.” he started. A small confession in his words if she would pay attention. “It is a love that is a secret – a love affair – that is never spoken or showed in a way any Gorean man that is outside of my caste would be able to do.” he would move forward and bury his nose in her hair for a moment and than planting a kiss. “But this lover has called upon me.” he finally admitted.

[13:24] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would draw circles with those claws but not push too far; she was enjoying the hair brushing in a selfish moment of indulgence. Her head would tilt to the side as he spoke his words, though. Listening to them. This was new, something he’d not broached with her before. “A mistress, My Master?” she asks. “Am I to have a mistress?” He could hear the surprise in her voice. The guessing. “Is it the mistress physician?” She was the only lady really allowed within the compound so far; there was the other but that one she knew had been unknown to her master.

[13:28] Crow (melchior.wardell) would come out of a daze when she asked him of a woman. As she spoke of Faye his brow would even arch further. Had she seen things he had not been aware off ? surely faye might like him but had he ever showed any interest ? There had been very few women in his life that had caught his eye. He would place the brush back and have her face him again. “No no.” he replied. “There is no mistress or even another slave, mine.” he contemplated. “Why would you think so ?” He was very much unaware as to how she had understood his words. Surely only a man could be so oblivious to it.

[13:32] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would turn on his lap, sliding her arms around his neck again as her fingers curled into his hair. She enjoyed it when he had those long locks though short did look so dashing on him, too. Heck, he was just handsome no matter which way he styled his hair. She even liked his beard even if she was known to threaten shaving men’s faces. In humour, of course. She wouldn’t actually date. “She is the only woman truly allowed in the compound, My Master,” she says. It made sense to her. “And I’ve not seen you sneaking off to….” She takes pause, her dark hues flickering over him. “Is it a man?” Why not? The vast majority of masters she had in the past had a leaning towards men – so it wouldn’t surprise her. “I… have never suspected such, My Master.”

[13:38] Crow (melchior.wardell) would look at her shocked “Hell no !!” as she started to go on about men. “What do you think of me?!” he questioned with what seemed to be utter amazement. “I am not talking about a woman nor a man.” he stated almost as if he was offended. “And before you start … I am not in bestiality either.” he quickly added just so she wouldn’t go on that route. The mere erection that had perhaps formed was all of a sudden no where to be seen.

“My secret love affair is that of my Home Stone Ar.” he stated. He knew that by admitting this – he was already breaking his codes. Although one might wonder if any Gorean man would truly ever really denote it. Sure he held no honor for it. He did not serve it any more. But the first love each Gorean learned was that of his parents and Home Stone. Glorious Ar was his.

[13:43] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would relax a little as he decried the idea of men but she would reach up, brushing her hair behind his ear and then drawing one of her nails across his jawline, enjoying the sharpness of it. “I know that sometimes you like to surprise me, My Master,” she says. But he brought up bestiality and she would wrinkle her nose at that. Oh, eww. Eww eww eww, he did not just go there. “Such a thing would never have entered my mind, My Master,” she says, going a little wide-eyed.

He spoke then of Ar and she would smile, her eyes lighting up. “Ar is a wonderful city, My Master, and it was where I first saw you.” She says with a nod of her head. “And it is much like Kar, to me, holds most of my memories.” Not Genesian Port where steel had first found her; nor the Pani isles she had spent a long time. She leans in then, wriggling into his lap more. She wanted that erection back. Bring it back! “It calls to you, My Master?” she asks now, wanting for an explanation. “But the city is in dust?”

[13:49] Crow (melchior.wardell) grinned when she wrinkled her nose. Surely he could not picture himself in such either. But when she spoke of Ar he could see the change in her demeanor and was touched by it. “I doubt Glorious Ar ever really falls to dust. It just has these moments in which it holds its breath. And yes it calls upon me.” he admitted. “The Lodge is doing well and there needs to be a representative in such a city as Ar.” he would move her as he snuggled into her hair. “For some reason I do not wish it to be run by anyone else but me. I know this sounds arrogant, but I guess when it comes to Ar … I the killer Crow can be a jealous bastard that does not want to share it.”

[13:55] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would wriggle on his lap as he spoke of Ar. It was a prestigious city with a lot behind her and indeed, she had her own history and love affair with the place. If anywhere came on par with Kar, it would be Ar if only short by a few points. She was, after all, a big city girl at heart. Long ago were the days where Geo had allowed her to serve in his tavern in the same city, the only non-caste owned girl he had permitted such though she did not know it. Her escapades exploring the rooftops as she moved from wall to wall, building to building. The stories she had. Her head bobs, though, as he speaks of the breath holding. “Hai, it is the way of our cities,” she says softly. It wasn’t just Ar that seemed to come and go on a king’s whim. Her hands would slide off his shoulders, running now down and over his chest, letting those claws of hers dance their little dance as they ventured further. “Are we going to Ar then, My Master?” she asks. She wasn’t stupid, reading into his words. Still, she would play a little game with him and give him a small, playful push. “Not willing to share it, yet you are willing to share me if asked?” she teases with honey lips.

[13:59] Crow (melchior.wardell) would cuddle her some more and as she questioned he frowns. “Yes although we still will spend time here too. Something I learned from Port Kar … I need a spot to hide and relax.” he shared. “We will not move just yet … but we can prepare and such.” as she spoke of sharing he frowns. “I never had the request as to share you. I would not know what to answer if anyone questioned.” he admitted. He was normally not a greedy or selfish bastard. “Why keep such a beautiful and very sensual beast all for myself.” he asks her as he would move her once more. So they would remain comfortable in the water.

[14:07] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would nod her head ever so sagely. She understood. They barely had time to themselves here in the lodge. There were a lot of things to take care of; a lot of responsibilities. EVen this moment in the bath was a rarity and she was enjoying it so much. Just them, their words and their love for each other. And Ar. “I shall prepare a selection of clothing, My Master,” she says in her soft tones. “Will you be taking up the scribe mantle?” She had blue, of course, to wear for such a time. Still, she would look at him a moment as her hands slipped between his thighs, fingers seeking his flesh at least until he denied any such request. The doll would grin, reaching up with a hand to boop him on the nose. “Master M did request, back in Lost City, and you did agree.” She chuckles some. “But he has never; I suspect it was about the chase for him.” Or something like that; she was not concerned by it – just found it humorous. Still, he questioned why he would keep her to himself and she would lean in, bringing her face to his. “I am yours, My Master, and care only for your attentions.” Anything else, such as luring the seekers, was just a part of her duty. Yet she knew she was property and he could do as he wished with her. A slave, a pet, a lover and a companion all in their different aspects. An object and a tool yet also a part of him. “Without you, I would be lost.”

[14:15] Crow (melchior.wardell) would feel her hands between his thigh and would not stop her. The moment of flesh against flesh an intimate one. One in which secrets could be shared. Insights could be given. And devotion could be shown. Crow although a cold and calculating assassin had a side to him he shielded for those not close enough.

Sure he could have sex and just act out upon lust. Yet he held a control over it. At rare moments he would allow that control to go and be the simple man that enjoyed his slave to the fullest

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Honey or vinegar

Posted in Black Caste, Black Lodge, Uncategorized with tags guarding, master, slave, sleen on September 1, 2024 by crow1971

[09:53:22] Crow (melchior.wardell) came out of his tent. The day had started calm enough. As he noted the sleen calm before a tent. He noted the two girls of D. there. “Greetings.” he offered while he crossed his arms before him. “You two must be the most and best protected slaves of Gor.” he jested.

[09:54:31] IRunOnCoffee raised her head crankily before hissing at Crow, not a noise of agression but one more similar to a hello in sleeeen. She stared at him before her head went back to her paws. Though she kept an eye upon Crow.

[09:54:43] ஐ·.¸·Franzia·.¸.ஐ (redwinelovah): ::She peeked out her tent and waved to Master C with a cherub litte twist of a half grin::”by the kings, i believe we are Master.., uh, can you move the brute?”

[09:58:06] Crow (melchior.wardell) perked a brow “You believe ? I am quite sure.” he replied. Of course he could see the predicament the girls were in. Yet he portrayed himself as innocent of understanding what they wished “The brute? I fear that if you call Hecate a brute she will no longer listen to me and show us all that this is a matter of principle. Surely she had the best and righteous intentions.” he stated – clearly with some amusement although it did not show.

[09:58:18] IRunOnCoffee raised her head sharply, growling out a warning. Something had hit the wind and irritated her as she raised herself up on her own and went to turn. Her nose in the air, as her nostrils flared.

[10:01:34] ஐ·.¸·Franzia·.¸.ஐ (redwinelovah): ::She eyed the animal that was rather obtrusive to the allowance for exiting the tent. She saw that brow perk and she lifted her chest and pointed her toes in the direction she was trying to head::”Yes, you are right, but then Master has a couple of gems..::”see what she did there! haha.:”can i call her…stubborn sack of …::”she was trying to think of a non offesive line of names for the overgrown beast of wild ways. A finger tapped to her chin in thought::/d

[10:02:28] Gemini (korimarano) did crawl out of bed in an odd mood this morning, a shake of her head as she headed to the long mirror to just detangle all that hair. She was mid-brushing when she heard Franzia call the sleen a ‘brute’ and heard master C’s words for it. “Probably not a good idea to piss her off, Franny.” she’d say, moving to the tent opening and to her sister’s side, placing her index to Franny’s lips as she flicked those eyes up to her.

[10:05:05] Crow (melchior.wardell) would keep his arm crossed as if he was in this casual conversation and the sleen who could kill them all in a matter of seconds wasn’t even there. “Her given name was already quite the thing. You know Sleens can be very specific with it. They take time to take on a name. So if you upset her with a name that she feels is unfit … I am not sure what she will do.” Crow had grown to trust the sleen and knew this was all in good jest. One command and the sleen would move. Yet he did not make that command “There is a saying that you catch flies with honey and not vinegar. Perhaps you both can plead your case with her ?” he suggested – faking to be very serious.

[10:07:05] IRunOnCoffee grumbled before flopping down once more. Her head upon her paws. She would continue to stalk out the tent. Torturing those inside if they needed to pee. However, she was on lazy mode and the tent was warm.

[10:09:15] ஐ·.¸·Franzia·.¸.ஐ (redwinelovah): Her brows furrowed on the beast. when gem put her fingers to her mouth, she had paused in her rather colorful line of words. Her gaze then turned to Master Crow as he “instructed and taught” her the ways of the beast whom the beast actually listened to. So what she do::”Go Hecate. You are a better doorway then a window”::she tried logic. Reasoning, but wasnt sure cause the beast didnt know what she was saying, two, she was NOT going to just go up to a woman/slave/man eating animal and scold it like an errant child. Fuck. This wasnt very helpeful. Her gaze to to Master Crow and wrinkled her nose::”perhaps shes upset cause i spoiled her dinner/toy last night Master..kept her from mauling the new seeker”

[10:12:22] Gemini (korimarano) knew her honey had indeed been the very thing that had gotten her simply herded by the sleen girl. She really liked her, y’all! Stepping forward, toward the beast, she hummed to her left ear. “Will you let me out, sweet girl?” she asked, not having learned the critter’s name just yet. “I really would like to have blackwine ready for when mine and Franny’s master reaches camp…” She was unsure if the critter could understand her words or not, but the gentle coaxing tone was indeed there, to be sure. Of course, she would blink back to Franny as she told the story of the night prior. “Oh…was my sister mean to you last night, poor girl? Are you hungreeee?” she asked, looking to the raw meats still drying on the rack before looking to master C. “What else does she eat, master?” she wondered, asking master C directly.

[10:14:53] Crow (melchior.wardell) feigned ignorance to their predicament once more “She does not look upset to me.” he replied to Franzia. “In fact she seems very at ease. The issue is that when one wakes it needs some consideration as to how one would persuade another to move.” he added. He noted D. and greeted him. “Seems your girls are the best protected slaves of whole Gor and yet that one ” pointing to Franzia “Is calling it a brute.” When Gem spoke he grinned in clear amusement “She eats life stock .. vulo’s for a small breakfast a tarsk for luch or dinner.” he answers her question. “Do you both wish to see if she will share her meal with you ? If she allows you can groom her and I am sure she will not harm you – If – I might not be around.” he gave D. a look of understanding – or that was Crows hope.

[10:18:10] IRunOnCoffee grumbled at Franzia, she felt like she was being ratted out for some reason. A golden eye peering into the tent with disapproval before she gave a deep rumbling noise. The sleen refused to move for that. However with Gem getting close and whispering to her she hissed. The noise growing louder as she began to raise herself up into a sitting position, just enough for Gem to get past and if the girl took the hint she would lay down instantly after. A grumble and a hiss as she resumed blocking the other one in the tent. These small creatures needed protection, they were horrible hunters and also so fragile.

[10:19:34] Ember He was referring to the two female slaves. The Sleen seemed to be guarding them or to regard them as his evening snack. Who knew what was going on in the head of an animal.

[10:22:01] ஐ·.¸·Franzia·.¸.ஐ (redwinelovah): She -wanted- crossed her arms but didnt. She was not coddling the damn beast nor whispering sweet nothings in its ear with them long teeth the size of her forearm. Gem was just -crazy-. She muttered a few choice words under her breath.:”well i do know she doesnt liked freshly killed bunas…she likes her food..breathing”::she had observed that first hand, and fran wasn’t mean to her…persay. Just kept her safe distance except when being heared here and there. she watched as gem strode on by and went to step forward only to get a big blockage of blackness to darken the doorstep and deny her exit.. her eyes were clouded as she was thinking. That rat fink of a beast::”Ok ok, you can eat the seeker next time, i wont stop you”::she reasoned with the beast:.::to Master Crow and his suggestions” do you mean share as half killed animal still oozing blood and dead eyes…that kinda share? or regurgitating it up like a baby bird kinda share..cauuusee.. id much rather brush her coat if thats the case::/d

[10:22:47] Ember had just come from the walled city and was still thinking about the killer’s words, they had been wise words. Down by the fire, it crackled and burned brightly. “Tal Killers, Tal you sweet beasts.” He was referring to the two girls. The Sleen seemed to be guarding them or to regard them as his evening snack. Who knew what was going on in the head of an animal.

[10:24:07] Black Ost (daricmarano) stepped from the upper levels. After speaking with Ember for a while this morning carrying himself back into camp. A big ass black sleen in front of his tent. No cause for alarm from him. There would be alarm if there was body parts strewn across the camp. So far there was no evisceration thus far this morning, so it was a win-win. A turn of his head, as he set his eyes on Crow. “Tal killer.” Hearing the mention of how the sleen was guarding his tent and there was a flick to the two girls stuck behind the large sleen’s butt. “Just because you do not understand something…” A hand motioned to the animal in front of his tent. “Does not make it a brute or an obstacle in your way. We teach the candidates and seekers to use their brain to work through situations. I am disappointed that you’d go to insults first over using that brain that is in your head, kajira.” Offered to Franzia, he would pitch his attention to the flames as he turned towards it. Making it apparent that he held no ill will towards the

[10:24:07] Black Ost (daricmarano): beast in front of his tent. He saw the movement and would hold out his hand for Gemini when she was freed.

[10:24:45] Gemini (korimarano) smiled up to master C when he began speaking of the things the sleen girl enjoyed eating. Oh, she could help provide those meals, for sure! As long as they were dead prior, cause Gem wasn’t into killing innocent animals or anything! A smile did rise to greet her master though, as he was greeted by master C. “Greetings, my Master!” she called out before spying the new candidate in the near distance. “And a warm greeting to you as well, master E.” she nodded, flashing that sweet smile to him before the sleen raised enough to block her view and hissed at her. But when she realized she was being released, she would offer that gentle smile to the critter. “Thank you, sleen girl…” said as she passed her by and made her way to her master’s side – a flash of smile back to Franny to see if she too had sleen magic that might let her out of the tent while their master was too teaching in that moment.

[10:28:33] Crow (melchior.wardell) noted Gem able to pass and Hecate to instantly keep Franzia inside the tent. A grin appeared. “Hm… the matter of principles.” he mused. As D. spoke he would look at Franzia again “Your owner says it so much prettier than I – doesn’t he ?” he questions. “Hecate will kill it, but it is a ritual to see if she allows you to take a bite. If she does … that is all what is needed. If she doesn’t share – that is important knowledge for future references. So a steady heart is required.” he added. “So … what will it be pretty slave girl ? You keep your principles or work with what works?”

[10:29:00] ஐ·.¸·Franzia·.¸.ஐ (redwinelovah): Got giddy all of a sudden being referred to as sweet, but then , she peeked at the animal and didnt wana be a sweet treat for its mouth. Sour! thats whut she was..all sour and not ment to be chewed on like a teething toy for the animal. buttttt that expired the moment Master greeted her with His wisdom. ::”forgive me Master. And you Master..its not a brute..she’s a very large, strong, beautiful blanket walking..”::She got all twisted in the way He spoke to her . Well fine, she would wait then. Cause if she had her way, shed leap on the back of the animal and hold on for dear life naked making for the hills and probably end up sleen kibble there after::

[10:32:45] IRunOnCoffee growled a soft warning to Franzia before she grew bored of her position. She raised herself up and moved over to Crow, going to shove her nose lightly into him in her way of greeting one of her alphas before hissing at Ember. Only to sit down and look expectantly at the tent, waiting for the slave girl to exit. She grumbled hungrily before settling next to Crow. Laying down once more as her head rested in the air, proud and regal!

[10:34:43] Black Ost (daricmarano) would shift and wrap an arm around Gemini as she came to him. He would bear hug her against his chest and rumble in her ear. Nuzzled in her hair. Coddling her with a flex of his bicep and a smirk as he watched on and listened. Otherwise he just nodded his head to Crow’s words. An ease of reaction, as the sleen moved off and allowed Franzia to move. “The sleen was merciful to you. Thank her.”

[10:35:37] Ember eyed the girls who were talking to the Sleen as if it were a small trained Lart that needed to be fed. “It’s a wild big animal that’s used to hunting its food. It may be tamed and trained to certain movements and signs, but Sleen are not animals for a petting zoo.” When the sleen hissed at him, it was a confirmation of his words.

[10:39:52] ஐ·.¸·Franzia·.¸.ஐ (redwinelovah): But what if she doesnt allow that bite..Wasnt it all about untrust and fear. Fran hand plenty of both of those. She was basically She still had that sourness to her but for a reason. No fear would be ludicruis. And trust was earned. She was a woman without weapons. A woman with a slip of cloth that could easily be torn to shreds by a breeze that pissed the beast off. Was her heart thudding. Yup a million pasang per beat.::”Thank you Hecate for not eating me and allowing me to exit Masters tent.”::she was gonna live up to her word and let her have at the seekers of her own free will. Cause a girls promise was a girls promise. She tilted her head to Master to see if that was within his line of acceptance before shifting to Master Crow for his approval…and then there was Master Ember to whom his wisdom was also shared. So many cooks in this kichen::”But Master C..what happens when she is having her cranky moments, how do you tell when to hide from her, when to whisper in her ear and when to kiss my own ass goodbye?”

[10:42:08] Crow (melchior.wardell) chuckled which was considered rare for a killer. Yet Crow was perhaps one of the few that did so easily. Some would consider it dangerous. Since Crow was known to charm his victims into murder. As Hecate moved and gave that familiar rumble he knew that she needed to be fed. Yet he waited for his girl to wake so she could participate in the feeding. He hoped Hecate would accept her so Haru could help him with small chores. As Ember spoke he would turn to him “Wise words, candidate. I trust you are well tended for ?” he asks curious – of course being told about the after math when Crow had left the scene for a deserved rest. When Fran askes her question he grinned “It is quite similar to my slave … I can hear it in the way she moves, How she breaths sighs and puffs.” it might be considered a joke and yet it was very much the truth.

[10:45:31] Gemini (korimarano) was listening to the lesson being taught. The sleen girl let Franny out and she was tugged against her master’s side. Held there against him with that flexed arm of his. Oh, she liked the way that felt! She would melt against his side with a smile to the scene before her and the sleen laying to comfort before her. Her eyes remained soft on the creature as she remembered that scene before the tavern and how she felt that connection to the creature. Odd, right? Probably not so much, really. In truth, the sleen girl hadn’t given her a reason to distrust her, and for that, she was indeed grateful. Master E spoke and she would take his words into her mind. And yet, she still wished to help groom the beast before her. Franny’s question of the crany moment had her looking over the critter’s snout. “Stay back? As master C said…read her. The way her muscles twitch and the sounds she makes…her hisses and growls are her language, right my Master?” she asked, craning her neck to look at D then.

[10:47:39] Black Ost (daricmarano) was in a different mood this morning than usual. He breathed in the girl’s scent, but he was relaxed and comfortable despite the massive beast lumbering around camp. Snarling and hissing, but he was respectful of the animal. Calling it a brute or a sack of shit, wasn’t going to get you anywhere. He was a lot like Crow. He thought you got so much further with kindness than you did being a bully. He saw the act of guarding the tent from the sleen as a good thing. Had there been an enemy out here in the tent, they’d be singing the sleen’s praises for keeping the girls safe. He seemed pacified by Franzia’s answer, enough that he refocused on Gemini as she spoke and he smirked. “Aye, that it is. I hiss and growl too, me and this beast are probably not all that different. I don’t like sharing my food either!” He too laughed, baring his teeth back at the sleen in front of him.

[10:50:23] ஐ·.¸·Franzia·.¸.ஐ (redwinelovah): ::She liked his answer..it made sense. So treat her like a woman with really big teeth. Got it. She could live with that logic. now she just to figure out when the animal menstruated cause she wanted to be on vacation for those days. She eyed the beast as to get to Master, she would have to get nearer to it. Gawh, wtf, out of that frying pan into the oil she went..slowly stalking in motion and careful steps. Perhaps stepping a branch would give the beast reason to growl. She certainly didnt like the growling and hissing, but perhaps she needed to learn sleen language.. Too bad there wasnt a baby sleen to practice on! She didnt outright hate the beast either, perhaps brute was a term of endearment in sleen language! hehe. she stepped again, one more step. slow as the stride. Another and another..then she paused, being close enough to Master that she was within that bubble space, but quiet and serene in attempting to bestill taht beating heart::

[10:51:55] IRunOnCoffee flicked her massive tail, nearly hitting ember with its length as she bared her fangs back to Ost, hissing at him with a growl before she raised herself up once more. Going to move closer to crow and curl about him as he was the leader of the pack without Marcus around. Leaving her to grumble and chuff irritatedly, her eyes flicking back to Ember as though she sensed his distrust of her. Which was wise. She may be well trained but even that had its limits. And she warned everyone that dared touch her that she didn’t allow. She had many warning signs but in the cold hard truth of it, she was a killing machine.

[10:54:36] Ember “Yes, Killer, I’m well looked after. My new friend gave me some bandages for the soles of my feet today, which he soaked in a liquid, and I had enough food too.” He watched the scene. Whether sleen, beetles, cailla, tarn, snakes, fish or other animals, he only separated them into edible, dangerous, harmless and poisonous.

[10:56:49] Crow (melchior.wardell) would chuckle hearing D. of not wanting to share his food. Crow did not mind to share his. But than again he had been raised in wealth and his craft had made him wealthy too. There was a lot money could buy even though he earned much of it with blood. Sure the normal merchant might have difficulty to take his coin and yet those with greed did not ask question s nor did they dismissed the coin when offered. He turns to Ember as he spoke of food. “Ah … yes … Food.” he recalls. “Just so you both know. You don’t earn your keep here. So do not waste any food or liquor. The food is fresh and well stocked but not to be spilled.” the words were casual mentioned.

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Guided by feelings ?

Posted in Black Caste, Black Lodge, Uncategorized with tags love, master on September 1, 2024 by crow1971

[2024/08/28 10:31:23] Crow (melchior.wardell): /me had geen told of visitors and would move inside the tavern. The brown and black not giving away his true identity. The shores of the lodge had become more visitred and with it danger of those that wished to take vengenance were there too. “Greetings.” he offered. If he was a killer his demeanor seemed friendly and welcoming. Something which would be odd for an assassin would it not ?

[2024/08/28 10:32:07] Nauthis Descian (wickedworkofheart): He had never gone to sleep, and was now sitting at the table where Haru had suggested he could sleep atop. But her warning to not step foot beyond the thresshold of hte tavern had stuck with him. Oh he could. She had long ago gone, and the other girl, and the man whom had seemed blind. But at his own peril. For beyond, awaited sleens, and men in black, and now, after what he had seen, and what had been said, Nauthis was more than smart enough to have figured something very, VERY dangerous out, and he’d have been lying through his teeth if he had claimed not to be frightened. He was exhausted, but also, he still had adrenalin surging through him. The second wind had hit, though his reflexes were slowed, almost akin to a drunkard’s perhaps, slightly brain fogged from lack of sleep and stress, his head shot up as someone entered and it wrang a gasp out of him. “Tal,” he said warily, and Crow would hear the worry in his tone.

[2024/08/28 10:39:44] Crow (melchior.wardell): /me had not come to age to make assumptions. So when he studied the man and knew that this was the one his girl had met. The tone was noted but quickly caste aside. Surely any man in his right mind would feel wary, fearful and careful. “Did you wish something to drink or eat ?” he asks – still maintaining that amicable attitude that might make feel people at ease. A talent that often disguised his true intentions. He was a killer after all. “My girl spoke of a guest. Do not tell me she did not give you the proper welcome.” he added while he would move to the stove and see what was out there. “Can I get you anything ?” he asks.

He was of course made aware of the visitor of Port Victoria and with it his alertness was there. He had gotten away after his murder, but for once in his life shared to a person he had done it. Eirik had left in a hurry and so Crow was unable to read what was on his mind. The fact he had not drawn a weapon was smart, but one would never know if he made arrangements to have him later by surprise.

[2024/08/28 10:45:18] Nauthis Descian (wickedworkofheart): He nodded slowly. He had eaten the bit of fruit that the girl had brought him last night, and was still pretty scratched up from being hurled against the rocks. The storm that had destroyed the ship had been anything but gentle, and even he being a good swimmer had been beaten up pretty good by it all. At least he had found a set of cleaner-than-he-had-been-in clothes to change into that weren’t salt crusted and likely to give him a rash. “Your… Girl?” He gulped. The girl had been dressed in black, had worn a ribbon on her arm with the helm of black upon it. The black tents, the way the girl had spoken to the man last night, it had Nauthis so very, very nervous. “I haven’t… Had much of an appetite,” he said slowly, looking at the stranger. He was hungry now though, over 24 hours had passed since he had had a good meal, something cooked with meat and hearty elements. The young man -was- armed, but he had had to use that sword exactly zero times in his entire life, and about all he knew was that if in danger, the pointy end went into the other man. Yeah. He’d last all of two seconds in any sort of real confrontation.

[2024/08/28 10:56:41] Crow (melchior.wardell): /me stood behind him and it gave him the opportunity to study him further. Much was said in the way he sat, the clothes, the voice and how he seemed to nearly panic. Of course Crow did not know of the mans thoughts, but he could guess as much. “Yes, I learned of the challenges of late. A family member killer due to the work of an assassin. A ship that sank. A singer ? Was it not ?” he asks – as if to make casual conversation.

Crow would put down two plates and cut down some Sa Tarna and filled a bowl with the stew that had been above the fire. The meat tender and well seasoned. The girls of the compound excelled in their talent for putting down a good meal. Next to it there was enough coin to have a good level of quality and quantity of fresh ingredients to work with. When the two plates with the bowls were set upon a tray he would take it and place it before the man at the table. “Join me.” he invited as he would take one of the plates and bowl. “I do not serve as pretty but this is a decent meal I can assure you this.”

[2024/08/28 11:06:25] Nauthis Descian (wickedworkofheart): “Yes Sir,” he said respectfully. All his life he had been taught to avoid, respect, stay out of the way of men in black, knowing only the what, but not the why, and told that if he failed to listen, he would pay for it, and dearly. “They… Didn’t like my song,” he made a poor attempt to be talkative. Nauthis’ go to reaction to stress and fear was usually singing, and last night, he had, for the first time, been shamed and snarled at for it. “Thank you,” he said as the bowl was set before him. He had so many questions, but feared to ask any of them. Instead, he picked up the bowl and offered a toast in gesture, but would wait for Crow to sip from the edge in absence of a spoon before he would, trying to have good manners.

[2024/08/28 11:12:10] Crow (melchior.wardell): /me would take some of the bread and dipped it in the stew and would bite into it. He would listen and urged for the man not to wait but simply enjoy the meal. It might look simple, but hardly was. “I rather enjoy the creativity of those of the artisan. Once I wondered why I was not a poet. I like the rhym and fluid motions of words. I have tried it once or twice.” he grinned as he dived into the bowl again. “But sadly my talents lay elsewhere.” he would watch if the man took his food and ate.

Crow tried to keep his friendly and amicable pose. Not so much to hide himself, since this was very much part of the assassin too. Yet he could turn like a leaf and take a life without blinking. But his mind was not set to murder. “I know of a ship that might dock in a few for rations. Do you need coin to take it?” Crow casually asked while his eyes would not linger upon the man – as to ensure that the man might take it as a casual question.

[2024/08/28 11:19:00] Nauthis Descian (wickedworkofheart): He brought the bowl to his face and tipped it up to sip from the brim, swallowing a mouthful and then another, and another, once it was cool enough to not burn him. He then lowered the bowl back down, was thsi man really going to let him go? Knowing the location of this place and what it was? Nauthis hesitated to answer. “I have many experiences left unknown, many songs yet to be written or performed. A have a few coins, enough to book passage I’m sure.” He looked toward the man’s eyes, trying to assess him, but he was scarcely beyond the age of childhood, how could he get a read on a seasoned man such as this? “The sleen won’t attack me if I leave the tavern? The girl said they would. She said the men in black lurked, that… I shouldn’t leave.” Was it a test?

[2024/08/28 11:20:47] IRunOnCoffee: /me stepped through the path, upon her patrols. Jet black fur glistening in the sun as she crept along the ground. Her six legs moving under her with a fierce grace. A low hissing sounded as she passed the entry way. Her head turning towards the inside as she scented something….different. Pausing upon her travels she stayed outside the door, a blur against the sun.

[2024/08/28 11:24:11] Crow (melchior.wardell): /me continued to eat and looked up “Did my girl tell you, you were no longer able to leave ?” the tone was as if he truly was taken by surprise by that statement. “You can leave any time. We are men of caste and business. Not torturers or men that lure others into the claws of a caste that needs talent. cunningness and a lot of determination.” he sounded even truthful.

When Crow hears the familiar hiss he would look outside to see the familiar sleen. His attention would turn back to the singer “Oh she can attack .. she needs only a word. But from what I gather you are only a young boy, out of place and in need of his mummy.” there it was – the first test. The first stab underneath the belt. All depended on how the man would deal with such.

[2024/08/28 11:31:51] Nauthis Descian (wickedworkofheart): While he was scared, only a fool wouldn’t be, he couldn’t help but narrow his eyes, even to the man before him. “Respecting who you are, and what you do, and what you are capable of, -doesn’t- make me a coward. I dealt with a lot, all of a sudden, got next to no time to process, any of it, and was given a hard time for trying to deal with it in the only way I knew how to.” He put the bowl down to the table. “And I don’t even know if my mother is alive. You could at least have respect for the potentially dead. My home lies in ruins, not that anybody cares.” He got up, turned away from the man, he was upset, maybe even a little angry. But he was smart enough not to lash out at a man he was sure was many years his senior and better. “I’m not an unfeeling stone,” he said bitterly.

[2024/08/28 11:33:43] IRunOnCoffee: /me shook her furred head, as she stared towards the inside of the area. Watching, waiting. Her head lowered with another hiss as she eyed up the two. She was more serpent than creature by her looks. However one furred paw slammed down, warning if any hand gestures were given, she would obey. The sleen was resssstless.

[2024/08/28 11:38:11] Gikkop (monlov): /me came lumbering right up to Hecate, and he promptly turned his head when he stood by her, staring right into the tavern. Watching the people in there closely.

[2024/08/28 11:38:16] Crow (melchior.wardell): /me had anticipated the quick and rushed reply of the man. A brow arched “You feel I should respect what ?”he asks calm and with no raising of his voice nor would he stand. In truth Crow knew that one word would be enough to make this scene one of bloodshed without so much as drawing his weapon. “Would my respect make one alive when he was dead ? Would my word or what I thought matter to any ? And your feelings … tell me do they help you to get by ?” he shook his head slow.

Crow cut a glance to the sleen as to ensure that she might not be overly protective and read the scene wrong. Surely he and she were in training. As she remained but became restless he would lift his palm in gesture to stay and remain calm. “So all these experiences … they might bring you inspiration for songs and stories. They might even bring you coin when you put them before the feet of women and they might feel for you. A man that thrives on the pity of women?” he tested again.

[2024/08/28 11:44:58] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa): /me makes her way out of the camp, surprised at just how empty it was. Not a single sign of people stirring within. Unusual. Very unusual. Still, not seeing her master but having left note as to the occurrences, she would head down to the tavern, slowing as she spotted Hecate and Perses outside, her head tilting. She was tempted to do the whole pspspsps thing but really didn’t think that was a thing, so she just eyes them for a moment, making sure she wasn’t seen as sneaking up before heading to move past and into the tavern. “Tal My Master, Master,” she would say in her soft tones, scanning the table and their hands to see if they needed service.

[2024/08/28 11:45:34] Nauthis Descian (wickedworkofheart): He thought about what was said, and wasn’t even sure what to say, at first. “No,” he said, his shoulders sagging in a dismayed look of defeat, but worse, the question of feelings and what they did to help the situation, the pain. That was something he had never considered before, and that realization was numbing, and concerning. “My songs aren’t about pity. They never have been.” He turned now and looked at Crow, “they’re about… Dreams, and hopes, and adventures. They’re about the life experiences that make us who we are. Love. Hate. They require one another. I learned that a long time ago. I don’t want your pity. But if you can’t feel anything, then are you human?” He challenged. He then looked back toward the sleen, the large black and the tawny. They were both massive beasts, and he could see the rippling muscle and claws, the teeth and the eyes with their strange and eerie pupils. Swallowing hard, seeing them so close now, and the open doorway, he knew that the girl had not been bluffing or telling

[2024/08/28 11:45:34] Nauthis Descian (wickedworkofheart): tall tales just to keep him in the tavern for the night. Thank the Kings he had listened to her and stayed in here! The fear he held to heart of the killers had been enough in and of itself to remain, but now, so close up and seeing the massive beasts who could have so easily come in had him in both awe and worry. On the table were bowls of stew, his own only a few sips taken from.

[2024/08/28 11:48:05] IRunOnCoffee: /me hissed once more however she saw the hand signal and became less wired. The wild born sleen settling down and going to flop upon her side. She could smell the fear from inside the tent and it was delicious but not enough for him to draw her out of her training. She began to clean one of her claws ,all posh like as she grumbled to Perses. Not in an agressive tone but a more communicative, of a sleens hello.

[2024/08/28 11:49:32] Gikkop (monlov): /me grumbled back towards Hecate, and he gave a brief snort towards the two in the tavern before he stretched out as long as he was. And then simply laid down on his belly, watching the two for the time being.

[2024/08/28 11:53:41] Crow (melchior.wardell): /me chuckled “Ah so no pity but the song of dreams.” he replied. He would indicate for his girl to enter. “She.” he pointed towards his girl “She is the promise of spring. Can you see that ? Can you tell ?” he asks. As if he was heading in a different direction with his line of question. He would lift himself up now. His bowl of stew had been emptied and the bread no longer upon its plate. “You can leave … I will not stop you. I promise.” he stated.

“If you learned a long time ago that it is about love and hate … than by all means let your life be dictated by it. Let those that are skilled in deception lure you in to loving them. While others with less talent might make you hate them because they failed to show you their sincere and honest intentions.” he shrugged. “By all means let yourself be guided by what you feel in your heart.” the words spoke with the authority of knowing of which he spoke. “Go … the docks are free passage if you feel you might waste time here.”

[2024/08/28 12:00:44] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa): /me would step in at her master’s behest, hips swaying and clad in something else for the day. She was in a positive mood, like she usually was, and made no effort to hide it. She wasn’t under protocol, where she would be silent and much more controlled. Instead, the little doll walked with a light, almost bouncy and feline step, making her way over. Drinks… were not on the menu right now. The two men were talking and given the words spoken, she was not going to interrupt that conversation. Rather, she slightly postured as her master referred to her as Spring – the translation of his name but also the meaning behind it. It meant the world to her in ways that very few understood.

[2024/08/28 12:01:47] IRunOnCoffee: /me continued to clean off her paws as the others interacted about her. Grumbling and hissing at Perses, one of the few times the pair got along without veiled threats. The female known for cheating in sleen politics.

[2024/08/28 12:03:26] Nauthis Descian (wickedworkofheart): He looked upon Haru, and not upon her physique, but trying to peer deeper, looking to her eyes, seeking the emotions that might be found therein if he could. He observed the expression upon her face, the way she walked, her general demeanor. Whether there was Spring in her step, the way she carried herself, whether her tone was light and bubbly, energetic. Then, Crow said something else that made him think. All his young life, Nauthis had been a dreamer, a lover of life, passionate about those things he loved, and now? He was being made to question it. All of it, and it was terribly uncomfortable to him. Mostly because he saw the validity in what Crow said, and that, was in direct conflict with everything he had known as a child, and it was a moment of innocence, snuffed out. “My… Time here?” He asked, looking from Haru out toward the sleen again. The man had given his word, but how could he be sure that two massive predators wouldn’t take it upon themselves to rend him limb from limb if only to bat him

[2024/08/28 12:03:26] Nauthis Descian (wickedworkofheart): about as a toy even if not hungry? He looked back at Crow. He recognized that there were things he could learn here. “My father was a scribe, and though I never knew him, I’m sure he would have been disappointed in me, if I denied learning, but… Does learning have to come at the cost of everything I care about? Everything I’ve ever loved?”

[2024/08/28 12:04:36] Gikkop (monlov): /me turned his gaze from the tavern to the female sleen, briefly baring his fangs at her, before he turned around to settle for licking and nibbling over her upper back, giving it some idle groomings.

[2024/08/28 12:05:22] Gemini (korimarano): /me snuck in somewhere around the back, her body bending low to keep from being spied. Downwind from the sleen with their backs turned to her. Curious about the goings on within the tavern with that man inside who had all that long – flowing – blond hair. So pretty. Wait, was that Haru and Adira inside? She’d decide to slip back out the way she came, not wanting to interrupt.

[2024/08/28 12:06:09] Λdɨяα (sutara.luminos): would walk up to the tavern, of course she would notice the two massive sleens together, watching, she would make sure she didn’t meet their eyes, for she knew to gaze into their eyes was a challenge to them and she sure as shit didnt want two huge sleens deciding to make quick work of her, She used to be a food handler for the sleen in Kar a long time ago, so of course she loved and respected the sleen as a adversary when she used to be a panther, then got first hand experience as she would learn to care for the beasts that roamed in the streets in the darkness of kar, She had grown to care for the sleens there and they had become protective of her to a point to where her Master couldn’t touch her around them, After that she was off of taking care of them, which disappointed her greatly, she would move to doorway of the tavern and would lean against the door frame, staying quiet, The men was speaking after all, she did not want to disturb that, so she would quietly slip in besides Haru and would murmur

[2024/08/28 12:06:09] Λdɨяα (sutara.luminos): softly “Greetings Masters, Sister”

[2024/08/28 12:11:15] Crow (melchior.wardell): /me frowns as the man spoke of his father. Things clicked and with it he frowns. He had known the man to have fathered children. Their inheritance part of his own golden coins. IF Eirik had done his bid. Ever since that meeting he had not spoken. And he would never bring it up again. What was done was done. He had not allowed the man to write his last will or testament. “I never spoke of the costs. I spoke of the truth. And for such feelings can be a dangerous voice to follow. We are men of facts. Of understanding that there is more to a word than what is spoken. It is measured, weighed and considered.” he noted Adira to enter. “I am still a man that enjoys the pleasures of life. But do I let these girls determine my fate ? Never would I give them that responsibility. And with it they are free of such a burden.” He noted the look towards the Sleens again.

“The next time you fear I might not speak truthful. I will indeed do what you fear. There is little reason for me to speak untruthful. So if you waste your time – Go.”

[2024/08/28 12:13:54] IRunOnCoffee: /me hissed at the other sleen as he bared fangs at hr. Before allowing the grooming of her spine and back. Deep growls of content and enjoyment coming from the huge beast before she settled once more and went to rest her head upon her paws. Simply watching inside, her nostrils flaring. She was watching, and waiting patiently.

[2024/08/28 12:16:55] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa): /me would say nothing, falling silent but not dour. She kept up that positive note and as Adira made her way into the tavern, she would slide her arm around the other girl’s waist. “Tal gorgeous,” she would say with a soft purr. Even on different chains, the pair were a team in so many ways. Yin and yang, dark hair and light, complimenting each other. She wanted to have her arms around her master but for the ehn, felt it was best to hold back. There were images to uphold. Reputations and such; and her master may at any moment need to draw blade. So she watched, taking small mental notes of where things were going and the words coming from her master’s lips.

[2024/08/28 12:17:59] Nauthis Descian (wickedworkofheart): More and more he was beginning to hold respect more than fear for the man before him. The way he spoke, the words he used, no one had ever truly given him that sort of depth in any conversation. But then, for the majority of his life, he had been a child, innocent, kept from the darkest things, save one. Finally, Nauthis wasn’t afraid, he felt as if he were stepping into something new, something important. Had fate played him this hand? He stepped forward. “You took your time to speak to me. I do not think you have done so, or said what you did if not for a purpose.” Now that he was calming, he could think, and begin to shine. He wasn’t a stupid person by any means, though he did have much to learn. He looked at one girl, and then the next, no longer did he look at the sleens. He knew they were there, but in this moment, it was critical not to do anything that might be taken as fearful. “My name, is Nauthis Descian. To whom do I speak?” He asked.

[2024/08/28 12:24:03] Crow (melchior.wardell): /me hears the name and considered it. As a killer he was cautious, calculated, secretive and one to keep silent about his craft. For a moment he wondered if he should speak that he faced the very man who had killed his father. Surely Crow would be ready with blade or sleen and would act without regret to the deadly outcome that would come from it. It would be a very big test for the young man to endure. Would he dare to oppose him? Dare to challenge him? Or would he run or flee. “Your name or past is of no relevance. Nor would my name be of any value. But I am called Crow.” he shared – still aware of what this might mean. Perhaps Eirik had shared his name in the event of things. It would of course have him loose any credit that was between the two men. “And I think there is a choice to be made. If you truly wish to learn – stay and seek the caste. Endure what ever is thrown your way. Or leave and search for whatever you think has value and forget about this tavern, this land and these people.”

[2024/08/28 12:27:55] Λdɨяα (sutara.luminos): would wrap her arm as well around her bestie and lean into her, and smile, visibly relaxing which was one of the things she could do around her bestie and her Master, only they and her own Master got to see that side of her, though she was basically friendly with all, why shouldn’t she be? but yet to this day she would always keep aware warily, The ex long time panther had learned her lessons in life well for she danced at times on the line of life and death in the past and learned how to walk that tightrope well. she would hear the sounds of the sleens ,the sound of their contentment, but she knew they was always watching and aware, their enhanced senses would not falter even when they was relaxed, she would give a small smile and would look upon the stranger boldly, her keen eyes watching him, picking up on his mannerisms as he and the master would speak.

[2024/08/28 12:35:32] Black Ost (daricmarano): /me clocked the sleen outside, but he perched beside the building. A quiet hum from him, as he turned his head behind that helm. The soft hum of conversation in the tavern not lost on him. He thought about asking the sleen if there was anything entertaining, but it probably wouldn’t respond to him anyway. Except for maybe a growl or more sleen-speak. His eyes focused on the smack of tail of the big beast against the ground.

[2024/08/28 12:36:23] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa): /me would listen. She knew her master was one of the smartest and wisest men around; if not THE most. Trump could make a speech about him being the smartest that had ever been smart before but the Kings had not deemed to kidnap the man to the counter planet. Instead, she just ran that dialog in her head, listening to the words flowing back and forth. She would enjoy the closeness of her sister, the one girl she trusted above all others. The washup was being offered a choice and she was curious which way it would go.

[2024/08/28 12:37:35] IRunOnCoffee: /me turned her massive head, looking to Ost as he entered her space. A deep rumbling before a hiss. Only for her head to turn to the doorway once more. Watching intently like it was a soap opera. Which in a way, it was.

[2024/08/28 12:42:15] Gemini (korimarano): /me had sneaked back to the location of that tavern, keeping her body low once more, to not be seen. Well, it was an attempt at it anyhow, though if one looked, they might easily see her white-blond hair flowing in that soft breeze among the tall grasses. Gem could not sneak very well, really – not with that shade of hair, right? She’d have to think about mud or temporary dye if she really wanted to be successful at this. But these were – mostly – people she knew. And that familiar sleen resting its big ol’ body on the earth beneath it too. Oh, she wished she had some raw meat for it right now. She would totally try to befriend it!

[2024/08/28 12:43:06] Nauthis Descian (wickedworkofheart): How could he possible understand the magnitude of what he considered? Once that choice was made, there was no going back. No second guesses or chances. Already he knew enough just in what had seen and heard, and between that, and what had just been said, a young man had a sneaking suspicion that Crow might let him leave, but not alive. Sometimes, being freed, meant freed to go to the cities of dust, and a killer was no fool. Crow wasn’t going to trust in a stranger’s

[2024/08/28 12:43:16] Nauthis Descian (wickedworkofheart): discretions to keep silent about this place. The choice had been made for him for all intents and purposes. “I remain,” he said. A part of him could not help but fear. The sane part, that which wished to survive this encounter. A killer before him, two of his kajirae, and a sleen just outside. He’d never make it to the dock. It was ironic, the one thing he had long avoided, now would become his mentor. Already he was learning. The next question was, what exactly was meant, by seeking out the caste?

[2024/08/28 12:43:31] Nauthis Descian (wickedworkofheart): Did not a member of it stand before him? He lifted his head and looked in the direction of the dark tents that crested the hill. There, he reasoned, was a place to seek the caste. “And when I find them, when previously I was warned to avoid leaving this tavern, how will I identify myself as seeking the caste safely?” He assumed there was some… Word, some marking, a stone, something, that would show he sought the caste, and could do so safely. Was there harm in asking questions to better complete the assignment?

[2024/08/28 12:43:38] Nauthis Descian (wickedworkofheart): Or was he to blunder and be left to his own thoughts and efforts? It may have been that the killer he found might have his own thoughts on how to address someone searching. Each might have their own ideas. The day was young, he imagined failure of any one test, could be lethal. He was going to have to be careful. “Are there rules to the task which I ought to bear in mind?” He then asked. In this, he hoped to learn whether there was anything specific to be avoided, or whether it was more of an open field with predator and prey.

[2024/08/28 12:50:49] Crow (melchior.wardell): /me was no mind reader. For if he had been he might have reassured the man. surely he could still leave alive. He had not made any threat. If he had the man would have known and would have felt the urgency of it. Now Crow crossed his arms before him. “Rules ?” he asks “Oh there are plenty. For those who seek the caste.” again he would use these words “If you truly wish to earn the black livery you have to endure. Show determination. You ego can remain at the dock. It will not suit you. So when you truly wish to go that path. You will become nothing. You will not longer be the man you are now. You will disarm, take of your boots, and lay down your cloak. You own nothing and even the slaves have more say than you will have.” he started.

“While you seek you can leave at any moment. But when you remain you will be tested, beaten, belittled and denigrated. So in time we know you have truly that determination we need to even start your training. Only one out of ten make it through alive.” no word was a lie – and the very moment he would start to disarm he would feel the gravity of his choice.

[2024/08/28 12:52:32] Λdɨяα (sutara.luminos): whispers: would see as the man would look as if he was trying to make sense of it all, she could see it in the mans eyes, she could as well sense his fear and rightly so as he weighed his options, she would continue to keep her eyes locked on him as if she was studying him, weighing him, measuring him. as she would rest head against Haru;s shoulder. she would give the stranger a faint impish smile..

[2024/08/28 12:53:43] Black Ost (daricmarano): /me turned to peer at the sleen with a furrow of his brow. He hissed right back, baring his teeth. Before he smirked at the creature, peering back in the direction of the tavern himself. Gemini may not be all that sneaky, but she was sneaky enough that he didn’t notice her. Probably considering the giant sleen held the majority of his focus, stepping out of it’s bubble and into the entrance of that tavern behind both girls. A single wave of his hand in the direction of Crow and the girls should they look in his direction otherwise.

[2024/08/28 12:55:02] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa): /me would glance outside a moment as Perses got up and left. She couldn’t see Gem or Ost from where she was, only Hecate and she studied the dark sleen a moment. Well, not until Ost stepped out and into view, at which point she would dip her head. “Tal Master,” she chirps, looking behind him for his. But she kept it brief, her focus turning back to her master and the man she had rescued. Haru understood what was being offered. What would the man decide.

[2024/08/28 13:08:57] IRunOnCoffee: /me hissed back at Ost before looking at him with shock as though he had said something insulting to her. A grumble and a growl before she returned to watching the show inside. It was far to interesteing to want to go into nature, human creatures were interesting with their wierd mouth noises and tiny little harmless movements.

[2024/08/28 13:09:06] Gemini (korimarano): /me moved a little closer, keeping herself low as she was practically slithering toward those crates and barrels. She was trying to hear what was going in within the tavern, but was struggling. Even with her heightened hearing, she was struggling. Damned Thassa! Damned wind! Those hisses and growls were heard, though not from her master. No, it was the bigger beast that she caught the sounds coming from. Her interest peaked a bit for the creature. Kings, she just wanted to feed and pet the thing! Eyes snapped to the entrance of that tavern though, as her master moved inside, and for a moment she wondered if she should join him. Probably safer with the sleen, right? Probably.

[2024/08/28 13:09:21] Nauthis Descian (wickedworkofheart): A hand lowered slowly to the blade sheathed on his hip. The blade that had never once since being given to him, seen action. Fingers gasped at the scabbard, and he drew in a slow, deep breath. Custom forged, expensive and more a show piece than a true meant weapon, the rapier that had been worn for show seldom by the father he never knew after he had come to Port Victoria, had been a flashy ornament if it had been anything.

[2024/08/28 13:09:40] Nauthis Descian (wickedworkofheart): But, it was a family heirloom, and as he unfastened the delicate looking chains that bound it to his belt, he held tight to it for a moment, peering then down at it as he laid it on the tabletop. There was struggle in his eyes, sorrow. A final goodbye wordlessly felt as for the briefest of moments the young man’s eyes closed and he inhaled sharply. Next he lifted one foot, pulled off the boot, lowered that leg and lifted the other to set the boots beside the table.

[2024/08/28 13:09:45] Nauthis Descian (wickedworkofheart): Indeed it seemed he would learn what it was like to trudge about barefoot, no better than a slave, even lower Crow had said. Did he want this? There was still time. His hands next went to unclasp the cloak, and lay it on the table, folding it neatly. Perhaps his pride would be his damnation, but he was determined to show that he had what it took. All his life he had grown up without a father, two men had tried to stand in, but neither were truly his father.

[2024/08/28 13:09:50] Nauthis Descian (wickedworkofheart): Just once, he wanted to achieve something great, and for somebody to be genuinely proud of him. If that one, could be this man, then maybe finally, Nauthis would feel like he had truly accomplished something worthwhile. Only when he looked up did he see the mischief in the eyes of the girl, her smile. His eyes narrowed faintly, a silent challenge that over him or not, she, would not break him. Only then did he see the man in the door way, and for a moment, looked upon him, but quickly thereafter returned his gaze of pale gold, to Crow.

[2024/08/28 13:16:57] Crow (melchior.wardell): /me watched as the man started to disarm himself. Each layer bringing him more into the wait and further from what had been. The wait was also a fresh start. A moment in which no longer ones past was of importance. If he would make it through he would be molded, trained, tested to the limits of his being. He would learn to disguise, to control whatever had guided him in the past. Crow was silent but very much aware of those slowly entering the scene. He gave a quick glance to Ost – to give him the honors again. Just as Crow would continue to tell the man what was expected.

“You are lower than a slave, so they can command you. They can task you with whatever they desire. Of course they will have the knowledge that if you make it they are no longer to command and perhaps feel the consequences of their actions. You stand when a killer approaches and you are to be blindfolded.” he would than give the blindfold to his girl. “There is reason for this blindfold.” he added but would wait for Ost to do the first of many tests as to see if the man could endure and would simply collect whatever he was given.

[2024/08/28 13:17:38] Λdɨяα (sutara.luminos): would turn as she heard movement come up behind her, she wasn’t worried though, if it was a threat the sleen would of let everyone know, she would Notice it was master O and would give him a smile, before, she would notice a bit of soft blond hair a little back from the door, she would quickly toss a wink to where she seen the soft silken blond tendrils in the wind in the tall grass before then turning her eyes to see the man start to take off his gear and weapons, she would feel his gaze on her his eyes giving her a look of…was it a challenge?oh yes it was!, she would keep her face as it was, her now intense as if she was doing a swan dive into his soul her stare relentless.

[2024/08/28 13:19:57] IRunOnCoffee: /me raised herself up off the ground, the giant sleen going to slink over to Gemini, a growl and a hiss as she went to stick her nose against the girl and if not stopped, shove her fowards with hisses. Clearly aiming to herd the girl inside with the others. She didn’t belong out here at the moment. And thus, each time she’d get Gem to move, she’d do it again. Of course if Gemini was to avoid her, she would be treated like a verr, the sleen would cut off directions.

[2024/08/28 13:23:46] Black Ost (daricmarano): /me said nothing, watched the process of stripping weapon, boots and cloak with a flippant look from those blue eyes of his. His hand flexed at his side, but beyond that there was just a scowl on his face beneath the edge of that helm. Listening, peeling back his attention upon the fresh meat as it were. That was how he was looked at behind the slits of his helm. A glance to the blind fold a moment, but he saw that look and the nod from him. You’d hear the crack of his knuckles a moment at his side with a pop of sorts of joints. before he stepped over to stand beside him. Towering in that black helmet. He would wait for the man to look square at him or at least mostly, before he hauled back his arm and crossed his body in that quick thrust of his arm to punch Nauthis across the jaw. With a pass of bare knuckles across his jaw.

[2024/08/28 13:24:52] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa): /me would watch, listening with ears perked and eyes locked. As the man began to undress, she looked to her master. Words, familiar and yet so personal each time they were spoken. As he offered the blindfold, she would reach out to take it from him, her fingers brushing over his. It was a ritual that she was familiar with and she would pass her affection through that touch. The first touch she’d had with her master since waking. Stepping out and around, she would make her way over to Nauthis, her head tilting some as she looks up at him. Like most men, he towered over her. “I will need you to kneel, Master,” she says with a nod of her head but as she did, D came around as she quickly scooted back three steps, he smacked the man one hard. Well, maybe the kneel would be involuntary.

[2024/08/28 13:28:55] Gemini (korimarano): /me heard the movement from the massive beast and – eyes went wide as she dug into that pouch she kept on her. “Uhmmm….” she nearly gagged on saliva as she felt for a slice of jerky. The dried meat pitted between index and thumb as she felt its roughness. Sleen liked jerky, right? They liked jerky, RIGHT? Only one way to find out. She’d stand the moment the creature came up behind her and began to hiss at her. “Woah, woah now…I dun wanna–” she spoke, zig-zagging with the beast as she was tossing the jerky into the air behind her. “Listen, I dun wanna go in there! Here. Take it!” she cried out, moving as fast as her feet could take her as she made her way toward the direction the beast made her go anyway. She’d find herself inside the tavern, all wide-eyed and panting. “What the f– uhmmm…” she caught herself, her voice falling softer as she looked to boots, a weapon, and then her master hitting the man with all that pretty hair! “Oh…” she whispered, pressing her back flat against the closest wall to

[2024/08/28 13:28:55] Gemini (korimarano): her, trying to become a wallflower as she peeked back out to the sleen through the massive holes of that entryway.

[2024/08/28 13:30:52] Nauthis Descian (wickedworkofheart): He did not enjoy being told that he was lower than a slave. No free would. No free man especially. But Nauthis was determined, he had endured so much the past several days, and he was sure that this too could be survived if only he had the will. “I understand,” he said, unsure of what title or honorific he should use to address him, or the man who approached, or even the girls for now, if he was lower than a slave. No sooner had he turned around, than the stranger in black was cold clocking him in the face. It was the first time he had ever been in a fight, if this could even be called a fight. He took the blow, it turning his head under the force and inhaled sharply through his nose. The impact stung like hell, and had bloodied his gums and smeared that across his lower teeth. His own fingers curled and clenched into fists, and he kept both his hands at his sides, only to swing out, not to strike but to wave about wildly to catch his balance, dancing backwards toward the table and being put off kilter, yup!

[2024/08/28 13:30:52] Nauthis Descian (wickedworkofheart): He hit his knees, reaching up only then to lightly grip his jaw, trying not to curse as he then looked up at Haru.

[2024/08/28 13:37:44] Crow (melchior.wardell): /me would observe. Sure Crow could have done it himself, Yet he had given the privilege to D. As the man was hit Crow would study how he would take it. Surely the man was more man than most. It challenged him and for such he knew that this man would be a challenge. But he was young and perhaps easy to mold. “You stand when a killer approached or speaks to you. You can eat or drink when granted permission. You will be taken to the compound. There you will tend to fires. Those fires are your life line. If they are lid – you live. If the fires die – so will you.” he promised. “It will be a challenge to do so blindfolded, but I never promised you this will be easy. If you wish to leave you can beg. If any of us will find you without a blindfold. The deal is off and you will have to deal with the consequences. The sexual use of slaves is off limits. Is this understood ?” he asks while he would signal for Haru to continue to blindfold him. “Now … did I forget anything ?” he asks those there.

[2024/08/28 13:39:24] Λdɨяα (sutara.luminos): would watch as Haru woild silently slip from her and go to Crow, her hand running softly along his as she took the blindfold, she couldnt help but to smile, She was happy to see her Bestie so happy and content, it warmed her, she would do two steps back as Master O would move like a whip over to the man before unceremoniously punch him right in the face, the force making the man take a knee indeed to Haaru could tie the blindfold, she would turn and see a panting Gem and would toss her a warm smile,before walking aand getting a wooden smooth drinking bowl and filling it with fresh water, she would move, still faking a slight limp for “Reasons” after yesterday and get her a cup of water and brining it to her “Tal beautiful” she would say and hand her the water. with a wink, while keeping a eye on what was going on.

[2024/08/28 13:44:08] Black Ost (daricmarano): /me was flexing his hand that he’d just used to whollop the young man hearing Crow. “Food. He’s not to eat or drink without it being offered to him and every response is, yes or no killer.” He supplied quickly, but he was noticing after the fact that Gemini was flinging jerky and stepping into the side as the blind fold was applied, but he smirked from beneath that helmet. Shifting to slide it over his head at about the same time the new seeker was given direction. Ruffling his hair a moment, as he flicked his attention to Gem and Adira.

[2024/08/28 13:46:36] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa): /me would look to her master as the rules were laid out. She had heard them many times but each time she would pay attention. At his signal, she would circle around the man. On his knees, he was at a much more approachable height and she would draw both her fingers and then the blindfold over his shoulder, letting it drape over the bared section of chest to a gentle touch. “This won’t hurt a bit, Master,” she says with a nod of her head, voice a soft whisper. She looks over to Adira, offering her a wink just moments before she would pull the blindfold up and over his eyes, wrapping it around and then securing it with knot she knew all too well. Suspiciously well. She could probably tie it blindfolded; with her hands behind her head. “Never, ever, remove this. Not until My Master deems you may.” Her breath warm on his ear.

[2024/08/28 13:48:27] IRunOnCoffee: /me moved away from the door after seh had successfully herded off Gem into the tavern before away she paced, going back to her posted position and waiting. Only to growl at Lonan who also appeared. He however she didn’t herd. He smelled different, and thus he was left alone for now.

[2024/08/28 13:50:39] Nauthis Descian (wickedworkofheart): He was more shocked to be so suddenly struck than brave, though he had been warned, his failure to let out a yelp was the pure shock of it plain and simple. A second blow wouldn’t have had him ‘taking it so well’. Yes, Nauthis was practically a kid, being only two days past the age of technical adulthood, but he had really been looking forward to going home and swearing to the home stone, being acknowledged and accepted as a citizen and a man grown. Only, that path was lost to him now, and had been before he’d even arrived here. When Crow began to speak, he swung the arm nearest to the bench seating and hauled himself to his feet, following instructions. Beneath his lower lip, was the bulge of his tongue, licking at the blooded gum as he listened. “I will stand when a killer approaches or speaks to me. I will eat or drink only if granted permission. I will be taken to the compound where I will tend fires. If they die, so do I. If I wish to leave, I can beg. The blindfold remains on, without exception. I will

[2024/08/28 13:50:39] Nauthis Descian (wickedworkofheart): not use a woman sexually. I understand.” He repeated what he had been told to assure he had listened and understood it. “I am not to eat unless food or drink is offered. Yes Killer.” Once the blindfold went on, he shivered just to feel the girl’s warm exhalation against the sensitive shell of his ear. Kings why did she have to taunt him so?! Didn’t she know a youth his age already had a libido that could rival a jack rabbit’s?! It didn’t help matters that he was who and what what he was, his grandmother’s influence ran at a gallop through his veins.

[2024/08/28 13:51:17] Gemini (korimarano): /me was digging in that little pouch for more jerky to keep the critter at bay. Could it get her through the holes? Probably. Would it? That was the question of the century! Water was handed to her and she’d take it, gladly! ALL the whites of her eyes showing in that moment. “The sleen…” she gulped from the water, remembering to give gratitude to Adira for the water. “Thank you, Adira…” She was reaching into that pouch with her free hand still, sticking her hand through the hole to drop more jerky – probably some the size of pixie dust too – for the critter to eat. Listen, it was all she had to offer, okay? “Those things are a stubborn lot!” she nodded fiercely, bringing her hand in swiftly to better hold that cup more firmly. Gem was shaking over here, okay?! She was almost eaten alive! At least, in her mind she was. Probably not though. “Oh! You greeted! Sorry, I was uhm…” Scared out of her wits? Chased around the lawn like she was an urt? Yeah – both. “Just playing ‘chase’ with the sleen out

[2024/08/28 13:51:17] Gemini (korimarano): there. The sleen won, I think! I mean…I am still alive, so there”s that. What’s this? A new seeker?” she asked, turning her eyes from Adira to her master who was suddenly on her like white on rice! “Tal, my Master.” she offered D, looking around him to offer master C and Haru a flash of smile. “Tal to you as well, master C. I hope all is well with you? And Haru. Good to see you!” she offered, that smile and wink offered to each. “Seeker. I hope you live…” Was that a good thing to say? Probably, considering that 9 out of ten seekers failed, right? Yeah, she hoped he lived indeed.

[2024/08/28 13:52:58] Lonan (eamontabor): approaches the tavern, seeing the “pet” sleen that had been around the camp. He wasn’t a fan, and apparently the feeling was mutual as the sleen growled at him. He keeps a watchful eye on the animal and hears voices in the tavern, so he walks over to inspect what is going on. “Tal Killers, kajirae…” his eyes land on the man who was just blindfolded and a pauses follows, “…seeker.”

[2024/08/28 13:54:54] Crow (melchior.wardell): /me looked at the slaves there. “Make sure he gets the lay out of the land. But let him ‘explore’ it with his own senses. Have him meet others and let him tend to the fires also.” he tells them. Giving Adira and Haru a wave so they could proceed. He than looked at Gem. “Girl the sleen is trained and if you wish to ensure it not to harm you we need to imprint it with your scent. But do not test it. The animal is wild and dangerous even if it is well behaved.” he would look to D. “YOu wish your girl to be scented? By what name goes she ?” he asks – for now the seeker was completely ignored – as if all of a sudden he no longer existed and needed to earn his attention again

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The weaker sex

Posted in Black Caste, Black Lodge, Mastery on August 7, 2024 by crow1971

[11:23:31] Crow (melchior.wardell) was calling for the animal to stop but it did not listen. As it went around the fire and moved right over the pillows Crow would pull the leash and try to have the animal respond to his directions. “You stupid animal!” he called out “If you do not listen you will hurt yourself.” he warned as one of the branches swiped right in Crow’s face. “You damned Beast!”

[11:28:45] KeDjA (lilli.breda) raises her head as she hears the roar and the snorting and trampling of an animal outside the tent. Her hand remains in Arsu’s trousers, she has a job to do after all. Her brow furrows “I’m not sure if that’s a man scolding a slave or an animal” she turns her head to Arsus and grins at him for his words “maybe I’ll be generous and let you share in the cap empire” she winks before pulling her hand out of his trousers “I think someone needs your help, my master” back to protocol. Change of address. But she smiles. Happy.

[11:29:07] Crow (melchior.wardell) finally had the animal stop as it had found the meat that was there for consumption by the killers and their slaves. “No no no !!!” Crow called out again. Trying to get some control. “Why are you not listening.” he questioned. Surely very much aware that the animal would not answer him. It was devouring the feast of whatever was out there for his reach. Crow leaned forward as to see if his weight might do anything, but the aninal only enjoyed the meat and gave a casual glance to Crow as to hush him down. “You must be a woman.” he tells it. “Those like to battle with me too. A man would know when to stop. Surely you wish to be whipped.”

[11:31:05] αяѕυѕ (daimos.baarer): Crow was talking about a stupid animal, hadn’t he managed to shoo away a fly? As much as he was amused by the thought of Crow waving his hands to shoo the fly away, the fly sticking its tongue out and humming ‘nänänänänääääääääää’, it had to be something else, flies don’t make such dull, loud noises on the ground when they walk. He should take a look at and as Kedja pulled out her hand he nodded. Lets take a look outside.

[11:31:37] αяѕυѕ (daimos.baarer): “Lets take a look outside”

[11:33:45] KeDjA (lilli.breda) nods slightly, briefly adjusts the scarf around her hips and follows him. Passing the washstand, she briefly dips her hands in the water and dries them with the same hip towel. She hums softly before stepping out of the tent, curious to see who is making such a noise. She stops humming as she does so.

[11:34:19] Crow (melchior.wardell) was unaware of being overheard. Not that he had time to over think things. Surely the animal was trying to overstep the boundaries Crow had set for it. When the Tharlarion took hold of the sausages and again looked at Crow, he laughed. “Do you have any idea how silly this looks” he asks “I mean … as if you are unfit to get your own food.” he taunted. As Klauw looked at him it almost seemed as if there was mirth in its eyes. “You are a woman. I must have guessed right.” he stated. “Teasing until I get my whip and than all hugs and kisses.”

[11:39:31] αяѕυѕ (daimos.baarer): When Arsus opened the tent, he froze for a moment, if he were a Northman he would certainly have called out ‘by odin’, if he were a Southman he might have called out ‘by the silks of my slave’, but here he froze for a moment. He looked up to see if there was a rider on it, he hoped so. A thalarion like that was capable of tearing down all the tents. He caught sight of Crow talking to the Thalarion in a slightly amused manner, so they seemed to know each other. “Greetings Crow” he called upwards, hopefully not too loudly, he didn’t want the Thalarion to get spooked.

[11:40:41] KeDjA (lilli.breda) pauses as a huge Thalarion stands in front of the tent. She hears Crow’s words about women and grins broadly “A whip will do no good, Master. Only a blow to the eye or ear with a stick will do. Kurt wouldn’t even feel it,” she blinks and keeps a clear distance from the animal. She is never comfortable with carnivores

[11:42:20] Crow (melchior.wardell) looked over his shoulder tears in his eyes “Greetings you both.” as he noted Arsus and Kedja there. “I am sorry. Did I wake you ?” he asks. “Klauw seems to have a mind of her own.” he explained. “I did not know if it was a male of female . But now I know. Please forgive me Kedja, but this animal tries to get under my skin like only a woman can.” he explained. “Arsus can you please take the leash near her beak. She will eat all that is there if we do not stop her.” he expliained.

[11:45:56] αяѕυѕ (daimos.baarer): Arsus knew how voracious Thalarios are, with a determined step he wants to go towards the Thalarion, catches his right foot in a long and very stable blade of grass and would actually fall down for a long time, but he skillfully rolls on the ground, grabs the leash and stands up again as if it was meant to be. “i’ve got the leash” he shouts triumphantly

[11:49:13] Crow (melchior.wardell) was trying to not get into that laugher that was difficult to stop. He barely managed as Arsus held the leash. When Arsus had it “Let me get from its back.” he reasons. While he tried to keep pressure upon the animals back so it wouldn’t move to much. “Oh my .. By the Priest Kings … this is quite the challenge.” he winked towards Kedja “Seems some women know how to put up a fight.” he jested. as he would take the leash from Arsus and would move the animal back to the post he had created so it could cool off – or was it Crow that needed to cool off.

[11:50:41] KeDjA (lilli.breda) smiles at Crow. There was no need to apologise to her. “I just wanted to say that Thalarion won’t feel the lashes, Master. The only sensitive areas are the ears and eyes. Not like us women. We’re naturally sensitive all over,” she then grins briefly and watches Arsus as he tries to reach the leash. Sometimes she wonders how it is that he survived his training.

[11:52:09] Crow (melchior.wardell) would love to have the talent of reading thoughts !

[11:57:09] αяѕυѕ (daimos.baarer): “Well Crow, it looks like you got a new wife… ähmmm a new thingy to train I mean. Looks like Klauw knows how to handle you” he laughs ” shouldn’t that be different?” “he would handover the leash to Crow and then he makes sure, something has been left to eat. “all woman are mostly the same Crow” still laughing “they make us believe that we have the say”

[11:58:34] Crow (melchior.wardell) turned back to Kedja as she spoke of the sensitive spots of a tharlarion. He was about to ask – but as he saw her think – thought better of it. Surely the sassy slave would have a to the point reply and make him look even more stupid. “Well I can not poke its eyes … surely she will not forgive me if I ever dare. And those ears … those are the problem.” he answers. He than turned to Arsus “Did my tharlarion tried to make you trip ?” Surely Crow had not seen the thing Kedja had. When Arsus spoke of women, Crow laughed again “Arsus … you must know by now that we are the weaker sex.”

[12:01:40] KeDjA (lilli.breda) is now grinning visibly as Arsu’s last sentence falls. She hastily lowers her head and bends down to tug at the strap around her right foot, as if this is extremely important. Her long hair falls forward, hopefully covering her face. She struggled to suppress her giggles as Crow went one better and spoke of the weaker sex. The strap on her foot required her full attention

[12:05:51] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) had made her way outside, rubbing her eyes; woken by a whole bunch of noise and commotion that she simply could not describe. Half asleep still, eyes still blurred, she padded over to where the warm bodies were. “Are we under attack, My Master?” she manages as she stifles half a yawn, tugging at her silks she had quickly thrown on as she moves.

[12:07:30] Crow (melchior.wardell) noted the strap on her foot and how much attention she gave it. Surely it betrayed that it wasn’t as much about the strap but her avoiding him to read her thoughts. As he turned back to Haru as she asked if they were under attack “Now you are asking?” he asks “If you were better trained you would have been here 10 ehn ago.” he stated in a voice that held his amusement. “Now Arsus had to safe the supper and other supplies Klauw got her teeth in.”

[12:08:32] KeDjA (lilli.breda) Haru sinks Kedja’s self-control with a single leap and she lets out a snort. Still bent over, her body shakes with laughter before she sits up and holds her stomach, trying desperately not to be so loud. She presses a hand over her mouth as tears of laughter well up in her eyes. Again and again her body is seized by a volley of laughter, which of course does not subside thanks to Crow’s response.

[12:08:59] αяѕυѕ (daimos.baarer): “Yes yes, it was your Thalarion, what else” he said back, still tears in his eyes. Arsus woul look at Kedja, wondering what is so of interest with the strap on her foot. “I know that Crow, I know. they have the property of leading us to think that we are doing things of our own free will, yes yes”. He would then look to Haru, did only heard the word under attack and said “Thalarions, big as the mountains, I could not count them all, but I defended heroic our soup” he said with a laugh.

[12:12:05] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would relax but her face would fall at the responses. “I beg forgiveness, My Master, but you exhausted me so much last night I had no control over my waking ehn.” She rubs her eyes a little more, getting the sleep out of them as she looked over to Arsus and Kedja then. “Tal Master, Sister,” she says with a soft yawn. It would be a moment longer; she’d really been pulled right out of an intense dream. Her blurred gaze moves to Arsus. “Tharlarions are leading us, Master?” she hadn’t heard the earlier lines of conversation.

[12:12:53] Crow (melchior.wardell) would look from one to the other. Surely this couldn’t be true. This must be a joke or jest. None would believe them. Two killers and their slaves with a tharlarion. in a black caste tented compound were discussing the weaker sex.
[12:14:12] Crow (melchior.wardell) noted the tired look of his girl and could only guess that she was still exhausted. The kamasutra positions were quite difficult and high in numbers.

[12:22:23] αяѕυѕ (daimos.baarer): “Yes, no Haru” stammered Arsus, something had confused Haru. Arsus actually wanted to say something else, but looked at Kedja and thought she wanted to start dancing now when she turned around herself. Strangely enough, she then disappeared into the tent, laughing. “Umm, no Haru, the Thalarions aren’t leading us” he paused dramatically, drum rolls sounding in the background … “not anymore, I have heroically defended our soup, as I said before” ..

[12:24:44] Λdɨяα (sutara.luminos): would walk into the camp, as she would see Crow ,Arsus and Haru, Greetings Masters, Sister, she would look about for lovely Kedja, not seeing her of yet she would assume she was doing chores or on a task..

[12:25:05] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would blink at all of Kedja’s laughing and would look down at her outfit as if maybe she had triggered it. Was she wearing her silks inside out or something? Still, she would slide up to her masters, slipping her arms around his waist. She was just going to wait for it all to subside as she puzzled over the tharlarions and more, still trying to figure it out. Some mornings her brain could really take a moment to wake and get up to speed. She saw Adira and gave her a look as if she might be able to solve the whole puzzle.

[12:25:41] Crow (melchior.wardell) watches as Kedja moves into the tent. A brow arched in surprise as he turned his attention back to Arsus “I hope she is well ?” he stated as casual he could muster. Surely Crow tried to keep his own control over his laughter which was still very thin. He had not laughed this much in a long time. Surely he only needed Arsus, Kedja and his own girl for this much pleasure. Sure many killers were cool and all doom and shadows. But thankfully Arsus and Crow had been able to maintain that small part of their original personalities. They showed on occasions when they were in their privacy of their compound. When Arsus spoke of the soup Crow snorted. “The sausages are unfortunately spoils from its war.” as Adira came into their proximity he would smile to her “Greetings girl.” he offered.

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For a double weighted golden tarn

Posted in Black Caste, Black Lodge, War of Gor on July 31, 2024 by crow1971

[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

[09:52:30] 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

[09:52:32] zCS ⚔ Melchior Wardell captured (rp) wickedworkofheart Resident. ⚔

[09:53:08] Crow (melchior.wardell) would lower the cane and take his knife and worked at a speed that only someone who had done it many times before would achieve. He would slit his throat with that. It was efficient and he could do it in a way that only his blade would contain Aric’s blood.

[09:53:47] Crow (melchior.wardell) looked carefully at Aric again. “You angered the wrong people in Telnus. Your life has been paid for. They learned from your escape.” He would do another check just to be sure the man would loose his life. The wound was one that you couldn’t just recover from. In fact, it was certain that this life was really over.

[09:54:17] Crow (melchior.wardell) stood beside him. “I will await your chaos in the city of dust, Aric.” He closed his eyes for a moment as a kind of final tribute. Knowing that one day he too would face those gates of his after life. Then he would leave quickly.

[09:54] zCS # [Mod] ☠ wickedworkofheart Resident was killed by Melchior Wardell. ☠

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A secret love affair

Posted in Black Caste, Black Lodge with tags tarn on May 8, 2024 by crow1971

[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.

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A purple cloth

Posted in Black Caste, Black Lodge with tags caste of Assassins on April 19, 2024 by crow1971

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.

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Return to the Black Lodge

Posted in Black Caste, Black Lodge with tags Assassin, caste of Assassins, Court on April 18, 2024 by crow1971

[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.

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BC Event En’Kara Fair 2024

Posted in Black Caste, En'Kara Fair 2024 with tags death, master, Master Assassin, slave on March 23, 2024 by crow1971

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] Judy Daines (judy.wunderland): smiles, listening

[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*

[10:12] Obsidian (thom.podlum): Noted Thad’s hand.

10:12] Thaddeus Himura Dexing (dlmiksch): @

[10:12] Ella De Wren Bade (elladewren): @

[10:12] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): @

[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.

[10:38] Feather (alarica.lutrova) whispers “Or sticks…”

[10:39] Daffodil Crimson: and fryin pans

[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] Myrddin (drizantlar.veriander): I did

[10:47] Nia Luna (nialuna): Nia@

[10:47] Ira-Tira (justalowlykajira): tell tell tell

[10:47] Ira-Tira (justalowlykajira): 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?
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[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.’

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