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The beginning of an end ?

Posted in Black Caste, Disguised, The End or the beginning?, Uncategorized with tags , on September 4, 2023 by crow1971

It had been a long time. A long time being the scribe that everyone liked. He even managed to get in a position of status. Everything for that one moment. The moment in which he could kill and get away with it. He was taught well and knew that much came to being patient. The target a man that had been a magistrate in number of cases. His life was paid for in plenty of Gold.

Crow had taken the identity of a close family member who died at the hands of Crow. The body was buried and he had taken all his papers, wardrobe and credentials. It had been good that Crow had a high caste upbringing and loved to read and write. In his ruse none could truly fault him on his lack of knowledge. He had taken his time – studied long – and had eventually reached a position in which he would be trusted at his word.

Serena had helped him. With her he was just a gorean man with a companion – a family – a member of the society. She perhaps could have guessed certain things, but never really all things. There were always secrets. Perhaps there was some regret now the time had come to finalize his contract.  All would come to an end. A ruse of the Censor of Ar. The former Preator of Ar. The former magistrate of Ar.

In all these years he had studied the man that had hired several guards. The man was well known for contracts that had been paid for and since several assassins had not been able to end it – they had taken it to Crow. He had taken the contract but had never promised a timeline. He would end this contract successfully but when it was the right time.

Just before the baby was born he had made an appointment with Garardus of the House Hoveruis. He had discussed the new line within the laws that would put a different perspective on the law of Ar. Garardus liked his power, liked to be important, held a certain jealousy towards Melchior. But with it held a fondness for exclusive wines. So when the appointment was made – Garardus had not ever considered this outcome.

When the time had come, the man Melchior had undressed. He would undo his ruse. The hair would be coloured back to black. He would no longer shave himself as he had done so often as Melchior. His jewellery would be put away and with it he would take his black livery and dress himself. With each layer the cold killer would resurface. The coldness, the detached sense of self, the calculated man he had trained to be. When he would draw the dagger upon his forehead and take his helmet he knew that there was an end to an amazing story. A story of all kind of things Crow was not. It could be perceived as an intense love story or a story of a man he wished to be. But when he would position himself in the office of the Censor – Crow knew there would only be one coming out of it alive.   

Garardus had been surprised when the office of the Censor was so dimmed with light. The voice of the man he knew carried to him as he moved towards the cabinet with the finest of wines. “Censor, I can see you have a new addition.” The man laughed – clearly pleased with the idea of tasting the most expensive wine he knew. It was now that Crow would show himself from the shadows. The cloak still hiding his black livery and different physic. “I hope you enjoy the taste, Garardus. Just as others would enjoy us meeting at this moment.” And with that Crow would take his concealed dagger from its sheath and move towards the cabinet also. The voice of Melchior – made the man unaware of what was to come.

Garardus took a good gulp of the wine when suddenly he felt a something more close to him than he had expected. But his greedy taste of the wine – made him unable to speak or call out. There was only one choice left – to spill or to swallow the wine. It did not matter for what was to come. With one firm slice he would cut deep within the mans neck. Crow could see that the cut the two carotid arteries that run up the sides of the mans neck. The slice immediately made his kill a bloody mess. But with the severe bloodloss the effect of the man being unconscious and unable to call for help or act effective. Crow who had held the man from behind now slowly would release him to the ground. Within a minute or two Crow knew that the lack of blood to his brain, would have his total body to falter in his functioning. The heart would stop in a cardiac arrest.  The blood was all over the cabinet and would colour the wall and floor.  None would have learned if it weren’t for the silent witnesses of the blood spatters and the dead corpse upon the floor.

Crow knew that he had entered unnoticed – in all these years he had been able to get into his office without being seen. Next to it who knew the man Crow when they had seen Melchior all that time? With the death of the mark – his ruse and the need for it was over. There was only one last thing he needed to do.

Crow would head ‘home’ confront his former life and for once give a woman a choice. Her life or her submission. From there it would be – Gold and Steel.

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Old and wise

Posted in Black Caste, Mastery with tags , on November 11, 2016 by crow1971

The last rays of light reflected over the water as he sat himself down near a fire. The flames warmed him. He had need of the warmth. He felt cold to the bone. Thoughts about his age, his past life, his experiences made him feel old. Perhaps it needed to make him feel wise too.

As he looked into the flames he could see his childhood. The playfulness of a young child that played with wooden swords. That played kite with his brothers. How much had changed since then. He had experienced the sense of freedom when he was with his tarn up in the sky. The rush of adrenaline when faced with combat or battle. The pain when hit by an arrow or cut of a spear of blade.

And although he had become a pariah for many due to his profession, he still felt they judged him wrongly. He never took a contract for the sake of gold. He never took a contract for the sake of his personal revenge or agenda. In all his time he had tried to be the one that would bring some justice when the laws within the city could not do so.
He valued life. He valued the beauty of his world. He always tried to be respectful to freeman and woman. He had loved deeply and still did. He had a treasured love for his girl Starling. How she had awakened something he had considered dead and buried.

He thought of her at this moment. How she only seemed to see the goodness in him. All the while he tried to bury it underneath his cold and calculated exterior. He knew that his life depended on his wits. He knew that any sign of weakness could make him vulnerable in this life.

He knew he had many weaknesses. Thankfully they were well kept secrets. Perhaps the only one that truly knew there were some was she. She who had made his winter to spring. She whose touch was so soft as velvet or silk. Her smile that could turn a dark day into one of warmth and laughter. Her look could see further than to what most would see. Perhaps she even knew to hide her knowledge even for him. She was aware of the danger of knowing him truly.

For a moment, he turned his eyes to the sun that seemed to dive deeper into the water. Would she love him in fear of her own death? Did she love him, because she was simply bounded to his will? Did she submit to him, simply because she had no strength to fight him? The mere thought that she might be all of this because he once had obtained her, scared him. He wished and hoped that she was the only one capable of seeing him for the honourable and strong man he was. Even after all his time of murder.

A deep sigh escaped him as it turned darker and only the flames were there to cast their shadows.
And with the last ray of light gone, the song of the Starling seemed to dim in volume as to the silence of the night.

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A word between killers

Posted in Black Caste, Caith on August 11, 2012 by crow1971

 

ᵛᵉʳʳ stopped dead in his tracks at the voice of the unknown killer, feeling the man’s eyes latching onto him despite his constant motion. He knew immediately they were trained eyes that belonged to a trained killer. “Hau,” he returned the greeting in a red savage manner, “Tal, sir.” A red savage man is without caste, and he was reminded of the full weight of the cities of men he called scabs on the face of the Gor.

Caith eyes assessed the man “Perhaps you could be of help.” he stated to the man “I was once told a story of an urt that wished to pass the street where many carts passed. The urt came to an end. The man sharing this story asked me to find the one telling it.” he said as to ensure that if he was facing the right one – he would know – that he himself was no imposter. “A bird with dark feathers told me while he had learned the story of a verr.”

ᵛᵉʳʳ pursed his lips and looked utterly dumbfounded. His practiced habit — one honed and fine-tuned over many seasons — continued and his awkward shuffles and stretches seemed to lull as the weight of the killer’s words sank in. His gaze passed about their surroundings and he pursed his lips out of routine habit when he thought deeply before speaking, “Tal, Killer. I am familiar with this story. It is a custom amongst the red men of the Barrens to gift a story to an honored friend. One might say a blood brother. I’m told in exchange a story was gifted upon the verr… a riddle describing Murder.” He assessed the man before him and he saw in this killer a reminder of an old, honored friend. “I just may be able to help you after all.”

Caith had ensured them to be alone as he didn’t wish to have some bystanders as he inclined his head “I was once given this story in hope to find the one sharing it to continue a legacy that might have come to an end when the man Crow would leave for his rest in the city of dust. I came with purpose to find the killer Verr and see that the ties that once were between my mentor and him to be restored. Perhaps join forces as in to better the caste. I know him and this killer to be of a same caliber and I am honoured to face a man if so.” he spoke humble and soft as to not have his voice carry far.

ᵛᵉʳʳ ahs, and then nodded with solemn expression to the Killer. “Then perhaps, as is my way, and my custom in the caste of the cities, I should call you brother and comrade,” he said matter of fact and in a quiet tone he felt would not carry to unwanted ears. He stepped into the shadows of the narrow alley, leaving his back to the wall. “Perhaps we can discuss these things in deeper shadow and where my savage dress won’t have the city’s Free Women choking on their veils from gasping at such barbaric culture?”

Caith smirks and nodded “I would be honoured to be called such.” he answers while he waved his hand in a gesture that he would follow him. “I have been roaming about but mostly in those hours they dare not venture out. I do not think I even met one of the ladies of this Port.” he left out that he had come with a woman called Joanna. He hadn’t met her since she set foot in this port. The last perhaps for the best.

ᵛᵉʳʳ dipped his head respectfully and gave his thanks, “Ashoge. Howo.. follow, please.” He would lead the killer to the heart of shadows, in Brundisium — the Black Court.

Caith had been in here a number of times even met one lad that wished to be tested. “Impressive build for such as the caste of assassins. I guess the people of brundisium pass might fear our caste to bestow us with such hmm …” he jested.

ᵛᵉʳʳ nodded in agreement, “It is a mystery to me, truth be told, Killer. I have not seen the likeness to it anywhere else in all my many years. Perhaps it stands as it does now, as it did when it was first built many seasons and perhaps a lifetime of men of the black caste long gone to the Cities of Dust?”

Caith nodded quietly “Perhaps … ” he answers in agreement “Crow told me that you might need help with trainees “Crow gave me the legacy of his guild the Sang Noir, which basicly says black blood.”

ᵛᵉʳʳ allowed himself in this environment a small and genuine smile. “Indeed. There is much work to do here in Brundisium Pass. Much of what my spies have uncovered is that there is some great unrest in the city of Brunidisium Proper. It would appear this man Djoran has significant investment in this section of the city that has been victimized by the will of the Merchant Council. I also understand this ship-builder is not without his own influence with this Council but what is unclear is his place in it. As it stands, the caste itself is disorganized and fragmented. Indeed there is much we can and should discuss.”

Caith nodded slowly “I learned of this, although I have not yet ventured to deep into it. I had some messages to deliver when word came that Crow was killed. But as it stands most are delivered and I would like to commit and see that his work will be continued. I can only hope that you wish me to do so. I would understand if you try to test me. No killer just goes on a word.” he reasons. Perhaps he hoped that the story would atleast give some of his credentials, but again he was a killer and didn’t fear the test that might be given to him.

ᵛᵉʳʳ seemed in that moment a very simple fellow and some might consider him even sloppy in his work, but that would only better serve him to keep others assuming that to be the case. “You wear the livery. You speak words known only to one man — The Killer Crow. And so you find yourself at odds with your own words, comrade. No Killer just goes on a word and yet you find yourself here, speaking to Verr, once of the caste in Ar in the time of Pa Kur… on what? The words of a Killer.” He often enjoyed such logical sparring with Crow, and he looked forward to carrying on that tradition with this man. “There are the Codes. There is gold and steel. But there are many things that far to many who wear the livery like to forget.” He grinned crookedly, a slight challenge revealed in his expression here in the shadows of the Black Court. “We, killer, can certainly do business,” he said with utmost confidence in his tone.

Caith grinned at the words given in counter “The words of a killer should be taken as the honour of him to be a man of caste. Those that only think the caste if for some bunch of killers with no mind clearly have no idea with whom they do business.” he replied. “Excellent, Killer. I am looking forward to that business and join forces so the caste is one that is respected for the right and not the wrong.” he stated confidently. “As you might have witnessed there is a seeker. I have him blindfolded.” he stated.

ᵛᵉʳʳ nods, “Han. Yes. The touch of your mentor didn’t go unnoticed either. As I recall he was fond of creating new and exciting ways of making The Wait an experience the lads would curse him for but thank him for much later. As I said, the caste here in this city is fragmented but I am of the mind that here, in this place more than any, tradition will carry on to those who will serve the caste when I have taken my final steps into the shadows and the Cities of Dust.”

Caith offered his arm in final “Then let us vow that the legacy does continue.” he stated with that sinister undertone that for others might look as if it was a pact of the devil itself even if it held the honour of a given word between two of the caste of Assassins.

ᵛᵉʳʳ pursed his lips and felt the weight of the other’s words. “So it is said, so it will be done. This I swear,” he said with little hesitation. He dipped his head low and touched his fingertips over his heart, then to his lips and to his forehead which was for a him a tradition passed to him by his mentor so long ago, and to the attentive it was a gesture found most often in the far south and the desert sands of the Tahari, and not unknown to the Killers of his earliest years amongst them.

ᵛᵉʳʳ clasped the man’s arm, when all was said.

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When blindfolded what do you see ?

Posted in Black Caste, Caith on August 11, 2012 by crow1971

Caith always walked with stealth so when he noted the seeker, he paused silently to see what he was doing before he would make himself known.

Berick Firelight yawning he shook him self awake the warm central fire baking his skin he pressed up and stood stiffly he then stretched his muscles cracked and shifted bring the relief of the body’s natural lubricant. He then listening leaned back to the stone enjoying the sound of the morning, the fine russle of leafs and the smell of food cooking in the city

Caith moved his hand to the hilt of his gladius and ensured that the metal of his bracer would colide with it. It was to see if that little noise would reach the mans ears and how he would reply as he had no idea who it might be that stood there to observe him.

Berick Firelight’s spine stiffened, his hands clenching he would know the sound of sword being drawn any ware being blind the sound was more clear the smooth easy sound of steal leaving leather… he did not care he would rather see his enemy then die blind he tossed the blindfold to the side and let out the cry of the kataii warrior he with fist raise hoping the cry would startle the man, he advanced on him then stopped short cursing as he recognized his teacher…”im sorry Master”… he said bitterly as if he wished he did not discard the fold so quickly

Caith regarded him unimpressed with how the man had replied to the sound. When the man would see him – he would see that he hadn’t drawn steel but merely touched it with his bracer. “You part very easy with that blindfold.” he stated tonelessly while he assessed him critically. “To part with it could be considered defeat.” he added as to taunt the man further. In his caste there was no room for men that acted on whim or ego, they were known to be calculated and thoughtful. “I would pick that up if I were you … or is it that these days you learned that the path to the caste of Assassins doesn’t suit you ?” he challanged him mockingly.

Berick Firelight he cursed he then kneeling down taking the blind fold slipping it back on he stated more calmly now…”no Master i it would suit me fine and i did not think of it as defeat for it was instinct of a man who walked the plains where one such a sound mean death comes for you i will keep such a lesson in mind for times to come and not think like of of the savage plains again I ask your favor in this regard Master

Caith arched a brow “I told you that to enter the training you have to part of anything that was your past. It matters not as to what once was … in fact it would serve you best if you considered yourself nothing. Do you think that training is easy ? That you can pass it only because you fight well ?” he shook his head “A killer will not act on whim or on recklessness. It considers, listens … and only acts when one is sure. Nothing less than being sure.” he said quietly. “Tell me how did you exploring go ? I see you still on your feet so no splinters of the wood of the wharves … ”

Berick Firelight he shook his head and mutters he then wiped his hand on his stained tunic his pants where ripped , he hand some cut on his feet and hands his legs bore a impromptu bandage and one could see claws of the sleen down his leg, he also had meany bruises of his face from falling and his body was also bruised his angles where swollen his nails on his toes some broken some had caked dried blood… “ decide some issues like turning a corner of a market and knocking over dishes angering a sleen by the sound, I manages to stay alive these last few days by seeking employment in the tug and rub where I was put to work the men seemed to decide to tie me up and drag me over here now I have little idea where I am in the city sense where I last left off is the market place

Caith regarded him and smirks hearing what he had encountered. “Alive for several days without eye sight or weapons could be considered quite an accomplishment. Scars heal and I doubt any of them were lethal enough.” he stated. Perhaps some compliment could be read in to the words although his voice remained sill and detached. “Tell me without eyes …. what do you see ?” he asks.

Berick Firelight he thought for a long moment as he moved his left hand to his right arm he rubbed it still feeling a bit stiff as he stated….”with out eyes all anyone can see is the unfiltered truth of are world for we with are own eyes paint a picture of what we want to see how others have trained us to look at the world around us the example of me attacking you,, I was not lessening first. I did not hear the sound of a attack but listened to the training instilled on me so with out site you are blind to the lies the world offers you

Caith paused while he considers his words and would give them value – or not. “Many think that we live in our shadows to leap from them for that one act of murder. They think that for a reason … to learn the darkness and train your other senses could even make you aware of much without the ability to see. I once met a blind slave. She was bred that way, because she was able to be used to recognize people even if they were well disguised.” he shared. “Can you see the value of the lesson I tried to give you – even if you are only in the wait ?”

Berick Firelight he nods solemnly and stated simply….”i do understand Master even i might be raised wild man on the plains it is clear i could be more then a simple brute

Caith nodded “So take this lesson and truly try to study the lay out of this port. Blind so you know your way with your eyes shut. Find every nook and hook … my test will be to plant you somewhere and you will know how to get back to me based on your other senses. To cheat is defeat … so when you take off that blindfold the wait will be over … by your leaving or by me accepting you into training.” he promised.

Berick Firelight he nods his understanding he turned his head hearing footstep of leather boots he stated calmly…”tal and i understand Master and will do what is nessary ”

ᵛᵉʳʳ bound up the steps in a nearly careless manner. It might seem that the tavern was what he was after. He heard a muffled sound of a man’s voice, and he seemed to take up a nervous shuffle. Two men, one in the livery of the dark caste, and the other unknown with the look of one from the wagons. Perhaps he was intruding. He glanced at the old stones and was careful to ensure his awkward shuffles and nervous habit would not cross with the shadow of the killer. He dipped his head in a slightly humbled manner and made as if to skirt around these men. He knew well the saying that men never dabbled lightly in the affairs of Killers.

Caith nodded and dismissed the seeker “Don’t let me keep you then. One can never be sure when I will test it.” he turned to the man that fitted a picture he was once given. “Tal.” he offered while he turned more fully to him. His brows somewhat knitted together as in recognition to who he might face.

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The legacy continues

Posted in Black Caste, Caith on August 7, 2012 by crow1971

Caith regarded the man with piercing eyes. “Tal.” he offered simply while he assessed the mans stance and weaponry.

Berick Firelight he steped off the boat, his heavy boots could be heard moveing along the planks as he steped off then moveing on the ground, her turned his head the clear scars on his face , he looked around the port his eyes looked to the man in black he tilted his head in question he observed the mans wepionary

Berick Firelight: ..”tal sir I am berick this is a interesting Land.. I am a outrider in search of the assassins

Caith noted the scars but gave little consideration to them. Each men of Gor might carry them. “One could tell that to be a dangerous occupation, Berick.” he replied with some sarcasm. He moved closer to him as to not have their voices carry far “why would you wish to find those of the dreaded black caste ?” he asks.

Berick Firelight he stood his ground his dark kataii skin was in clear contrast to the sands around him he looked from Mans sword and crossbow to the mans eyes as he stated calmly….”it is my wish to seek such a path the life of a outrider has told me much and i seek a more …. refined path per say i know some about the men in black but being one of the wagons my experience was around them it is my attentions to leave my people behind and forsake my kind for the lonely road of gold and steal and the tool of priest kings

Caith frowned at the admission as to weigh the words carefully “Are you sure ? To forsake all is a lot. Next to it only very few are able to truly get that far. Did you know that only one out of ten can don the black because he earned it and surpassed his training ?” he asks. The question was serious and his tone betrayed that this was considered deadly serious to him. “What is it that you leave behind ? A slave a woman ? A past ?”

Berick Firelight he nods solemnly then looking to the man he spoke in a carefully measured voice….”I leave behind my people being one of the wagons it means quite a bit, to walk away from them for one does not leave the heard lightly but. I leave my heard i leave my birth right now, i have courage scare for a woman and a slave so. I leave the woman who i sought at a time in my youth, the sights of a young man that wanted a family, and yesi I would leave my past and happiness behind to do what must be done.. nothing is safe in for and maybe one of 10 even live on a day to day bassos so it to me is no different then riding the plains where I was alone offend

Caith eyes him sharply when he speaks “You think I might judge you based on what you leave behind ? I do not weigh that, but I am sure you will every single day if you truly wish to go into the shadows. For months you might secretly wish not to take these directions for what you leave. Perhaps you might even beg to be killed because being alone with gold and steel is a pretty lonely life. An Assassin is feared, looked down upon. He is almost the lowest of caste and yet he must be able to work to surpass even the well guarded gardens of an Ubar for one purpose.” he stated. “What do you think to gain by choosing this path ?”

Berick Firelight he looked to the man his eyes looking into his eyes his chin was turned up and proud… he nods listening to the man his eye brow twitched when the man stated about begging to be killed…..”i do not expect you or require you to judge me on my past it is only the start of the path any path … perhaps your right in such things, but in all things we sacrifice even in my old life….I seek to gain training and a clear understanding my self and my inner nature I think not to gain much for all there will be is gold and steal nothing more if I was to live threw the training I know I will have no friends so I gain I think solitude

Caith nods once but even that seemed to be a movement he had given thought. “When one starts in this dark path, a man will have to deal with what we consider the wait.”he started. “The wait is a period of time were you are to proof that this is truly your path. It will take away all what you own. So I will take away all your weapons and boots. To disarm as a man might feel uncomfortable but it will be nothing considering what will come in training. You will be beaten, tested severely. If you once dare to fall out to me …. I will slice your throat and have you disposed, without blinking an eye or any remorce.” he paused as to give these words the heaviness of their intent. “However in that time you can still walk away whenever you feel like it. During the wait you are not yet in training, after you are able to proof yourself during the wait you will be posed with that question. If you remain then you can’t leave anymore besides in a bodybag or as a killer – is this understood ?”

Berick Firelight he watched the man he shifted a bit uneasy as if he was a bit uncomfortable to be with out weapon to defend him self other then fist,he set his jaw as he nods…”the time things take its time i am not worried about and i would take any scars or beaten that would come to me and i will not a fall i my however tip an fall but you will see i will always stand back up and i do understand and if the ones of the black do decide to take me into the path then i would give what i have

Caith regards him and could guess how the man felt by leaving all that behind. “That the most important lesson you already get now. No man of the caste is ever disarmed. Do you think Steel is our only weapon ?” he asks sharply. He moved his hand to his temple “Your mind – that is the most important part of you – do not forget it nor make the mistake that a man without a weapon is no threat.” he held his hand out “It is up to you now …. give me your boots and weapons …. and consider me your Master in a path to the caste.” he stated with that natural authority.

Berick Firelight he laughed the great kataii laugh of his people…. he shook his head a bit chuckling to him self he unbuckled his belt that had his quiva, sword, and bola then with his other hand he unstrapped the crossbow he set them on the down finally he slipped his boots off as his dark skin kissed the stands he then bent over scooped them all up and in his arm he offers them to the men…..”yes that is true you are correct in such things and i consider you my teacher as you say

Caith watched the man laugh and for a moment seemed to make this wager – how quick that one would fade if he would undure the first of the tasks he would set before this man. He took his belongings which he would keep under lock and key. “You will call me Master. You will do what I say and as you are in the wait must consider what failure might represent.” he stated. “Next to it during your training you will refrain yourself from any pleasure. Can you tell me why I demand such ?”

Berick Firelight he girted his jaw hes stance was defiant his resolve his stance was defensive suggesting that he was perhaps a proud man..”yes I understand as to the lack of pleasure that is simple enough things as alcohol woman can made a man unfocused and at time lose there focus lose the discipline”… he said simply not stating much more just standing there his armed crossed his stance guarded clearly unease

Caith nodded “Aye, these things can cloud your judgment and as this is a period in which you will be tested you better have all your senses sharp.” he stated. “Remember that you are not in training yet nor have me as some guard to see to your needs. You will have to survive in this Port pretty much on your own devices. Perhaps you have to charm a slave in giving you a free meal, perhaps have to come with a good excuse why you are bared footed or bleed from your nose.” the last seemed to be a promise. “You must be creative in whatever is demanded by me. Since I am the one that can grant you the desired path you seek. Is this clear ?” he asks intently.

Berick Firelight he winced hearing the man but he set himself to the task at hand he stood tall looking to the man, he shifted his hands putting them on his hips..”then its simple i will put the skills i have come here with to use”.. he smirked and then tilted his head as he considered the mans words….”I will do what i must”.

Caith nodded while he suddenly gives motion to his right elbow in aim to the mans face. As he had been training a lot to give a good blow even when carrying things the force would be considerable and perhaps this attempt to wipe that smirk of the mans face. “Next to it – you call me Master when you have answered me and are done in your reply. Is that clear – Maggot.” the last of course his attempt to bruise the mans ego – anything could be a test as to see how badly this man wished to become part of the caste. It wouldn”t be a first that a man couldn’t take the verbal beatings and turned from it path because his ego could not deal with it.

Berick Firelight stood there and did not move the pour kataii that he was, he watched the arm move and then feeling his head jerk back he looked darkly to the man then chuckled and spat the blood from hims mouth, his eyes looked admired as he was called worst in the plains.. he stood there the blood trailing down his lip he licked it before saying the amused grin on his face as he consider the man in a new light …. as he said in a voice that spoke pleasure not anger for the most part…and even chuckling as he spoke….”your actions are almost worthy of the wagons”….he then girted his teeth as he had to force the last part out stating in a bitter hate what expressed his deep seeded resentment to having to say it clearly bugging him more then being called maggot….”i understand” he spat out the last part….”Master”

Caith watched the man take the blow as a man and saw promise in it – even if it was little at this point. “I have been in places that have made me earn several scars.” he stated matter of factly. “Now take this.” while he handed him a blindfold. “You will have to wear this untill I tell you to take it off. During this time you might not take it from your eyes. It might make you feel vulnarable but consider a complete guard with their blades drawn and this will be a piece of cake. You will explore this port blind, you will endure the pain of tripping – I could care less. But you will know and learn every hook and nook in this port – is that clear ?” he asks him again sternly.

Berick Firelight he hearing the mans words, his face turn totally cold all traced of humor forgotten he snarled and looked to be close to loosing his temper and attacking the man, the shaking his head he forced his self as he looked directly into the mans eyes…”i understand then”…………his face contorted again as the humiliation of the deg ration was clear as he stated….”Master” … he slipped the blind fold over his eyes and waited his world going black

Caith nodded and watched how he blindfolded himself “Well I would get started – worm.” he urged him while he would take the mans belongings to his own space where he would hid them well.

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Who lies best

Posted in Black Caste, Disguised on March 22, 2012 by crow1971

07:27] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell moved closer to the girls “Who are you both and more importantly who owns you ?” he asks.

[07:28] Topaz: “Greetings Master” she lowers her eyes, keeping her back straight and legs slightly opened.

[07:28] Topaz: “topaz is the property of Lady Ambra, Master” she answers swiftly.

[07:28] flame: yes Master, as am I

[07:29] TopazTopaz looks at the girl with confusion “you are?” she whispers and then turns back to face the Master.

[07:29] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell hears the name and doesn’t seem to acknowledge it “It seems you both come in this tavern … without your owner. Why is that ?”

[07:29] flame: our Mistress wishes for some mead to be brought to her Master

[07:29] flame: she will pay you later she said

[07:30] TopazTopaz feels her heart beat quicker with worry “topaz begs pardon.” she looks to the girl in complete confusion .”Master, topaz came to show this slave where the tavern was. topaz begs pardon and punishment if she should not have entered the tavern. ”

[07:30] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell had seen the interaction between the two girls and for some reason it angered him. He wasn’t a man that wished to be lied too, even if it had been the truth, he was now suspicious. He moved closer and would reach with each hand to the girls hair and would try to grip it firmly. Unabling them to run from him – if he managed.

[07:31] flameflame grits her teeth as he pulls at her hair, keeping her mouth quieted for once

[07:32] Topaz: “Master,” she points to flame and winces as he grabs her hair “master, this other slave is of the kennels opposite the physicians.” she blurts out, not wanting to get into trouble that she has not made for herself.

[07:32] flameflame growls at the girl, her eyes flashing in anger

[07:34] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell released Topaz and tells her “Stay.” while he now turns to the other slave He pulls her up and his other hand would try to grab her at her throat. His grip as this iron clasp arond it. It could feel very uncomfortalbe but with the little of resistance he would make it worse. He was – a disguised killer – and with it knew the art of were to press to have her windpipe cracked under little pressure. “The tavern is no place for slaves that aren’t part of it … if I ever see you again – I will whip you both senseless or worse – is that clear ?”

[07:36] flameflame chokes, gasping for breath as she nods her head in agreement “forgiveness Master” i seem to eke out of my mouth

[07:36] TopazTopaz hears the girl growl and for an ehn feels bad, but then remembers that a kajira can be killed for lying. She swallows hard relieved that the Master had released her hair. “yes Master, topaz begs forgiveness Master and will not enter again, Master”

[07:37] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell lets go of her hair and the smack to her face was given with enough force to have it sting there for the rest of the day. “That is no way to speak to me when you have done so wrong.” he snapped at her “You lied, that is worse than what she has done.” he looks down on Topaz “Do you know the slaver that owns this excuse of a slave ?” he didn’t ask anything to Flame – not believing her for anything at the present.

[07:38] Melchior Wardell: ((my hand is still at your throat ))

[07:40] Topaz: she looks up at the slave with a little sadness. Then /me lowers her head but speaks clearly, she tries to put to the back of her head what she heard yesterday but speaks what she knows “Master, topaz begs pardon, she does not know who her Master is.. topaz over heard a conversation, Master, that topaz is not sure made sense. topaz heard this slave and another talking about hiding in the kennels, Master”

[07:41] flameflame chokes, tears rolling down her cheeks as her body starts shaking from fear, confused and dizzy, praying she doesn’t pass out

[07:42] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell nodded to Topaz as it might explain the lack of a collar. He turns to flame and ripped the silks from her. There was no compassion for her when he narrowed his eyes to her “Who owns you beast – and let me be very specific – if you lie I will cut your tongue and feed your body to the sleens.”

[07:44] flame: closes her eyes tightly as she feels her silks being ripped off , as i choke out the answer he seeks “Master, my Master set all of his kajirae free as he despised all women, his tastes ran to his kajiru, and we scattered, all different ways, but first he removed our collars, probably so we would be easily captured, and i have been wandering trying to stay alive all this time Master, and i hid in the kennels lasst eve, and rested..it is my story and a true one Master”

[07:46] TopazTopaz keeps her eyes lowered, feeling only relief that she had said all she knew to be true. But she remains quiet, still nervous that she might be implicated in this mess in some way.

[07:47] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell turns to Topaz “Get that bucket behind the counter and fill it with cold water, slave.” he than turns to Flame and his eyes pierce through her as if he could read any lie if it was presented to him. His hand on her throat had remained while the other now gripped her hair again to pull it backwards. Her body would feel the strength of his own as it rested against him. He ensured that she could hit him in his more delicate parts. “Who … I ask a name you stupid slut.” he snapped to her and his voice held urgency as if he was loosing patience quickly.

[07:48] Topaz: “yes master” she leeps to her feet and hurries to do his bidding.

[07:48] flame: My master, he was called vino, this is all i know of him Master, it is the truth!”

[07:50] TopazTopaz pumps the cold water into the bucket, wondering what he will do with it. the water spalshes in her haste, and she snatches a rep cloth to mop up the splashes from the floor. Her hand shakes as she hopes to mop all the water puddles she spilt. she grunts as she lifts the bucket and makes her way back slowly.

[07:51] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell didn’t believe her and it showed. The fact she had lied first – didn’t sit well with him. He slapped her face again, his strength well controlled so it wouldn’t have her pass out. “Throw it over her slave.” he tells Topaz when she returns holding the slave a little from his so he wouldn’t get soaking wet himself.

[07:52] flameflame cries out from the pain again, feeling her face swell, “please Master, i am telling the truth!!!”

[07:52] Topaz: “Yes Master” she holds teh base of the bucket and swings it so that the water splashes coldly and forcefully against the naked slave.

[07:53] flameflame shreaks feeling the icy water on her body, her eyes wide in fear as she shivers uncontrollably

[07:53] Drake MalsharenDrake Malsharen look down as some water splashes his feets but didin’t cared that much as he looked up to Melchior. waiting to see what was happening.

[07:54] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell again slapped the girl roughly across her face. The water spilled over her body while he now took a good grip on her hair and released her throat. He noted Drake “Tal there.” he offers to him – still welcoming – eventhough he was dealing with the slave that told him lies. “Know this one ?” he asks him.

[07:54] TopazTopaz notes her Mistress’ companion enter, but being in the service of another Free she does not greet him. she looks up quickly and hopes the Master’s feet have not been too soaked.

[07:55] flame: her face slammed again , she sees stars, knowing today she will take her last breath, but holds on as she feels blood from her nose spill to her breast

[07:56] Drake MalsharenDrake Malsharen looked at the slave he was holding by the hair as he couldn’t tell much things from behind, “Tal Melchior.” walking around the place slightly as the water dried quickly on his feets, as he was weaking sandals so water was only a small consern. “First time i see this one.” he awnsered as he was standing next to the man.

[07:57] TopazTopaz kneels with the bucket between her knees, she keeps her eyes down, hearing the slapping of flesh against flesh and winces for the kajira.

[07:58] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell nodded to him “She lied – tried to get that girl in even more trouble. Telling me that her Mistress wished mead. You can only imagine what I think of women that take such beverages.” he held her still secure unbothered by the blood or her pleas. “She isn’t mine nor do I desire such a deceiving one. Since she isn’t wearing a collar I can’t find out who owns her. Is there a place where she can be on display and be disciplined for her disobeidence ?”

[08:01] Drake MalsharenDrake Malsharen think for a moment about the different places areound Ar where he could effectively do this. the auction quater? wouldn’t work unless he was using the stackes by the prison where he had used them to punish another slave earlier. “By the Prison are two trident stackes you could close her in. They are also watched in permanence by a Taurentian at this moment as we have a guest in our cells.”

[08:02] TopazTopaz quickly glances up at the kajira, then down again at the floor boards, soaking wet.

[08:03] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell nods “Excellent – I will take her there.” he answers “The other is owned by your companion if memory serves me well. I hope you can explain to her that she isn’t allowed in the tavern – for next time I will not be as pleasent to her either.” he tells drake. While his other hand reached for a long cord from his belt. That he tangled around Flames throat. So he could leash her.

[08:04] TopazTopaz looks up at the Inn-Keeper at his warning and is grateful she has been given one. “Thank you Master” she whispers and then lowers her head again.

[08:04] flame: her eyes, sad look down on topaz and i mouth ‘i am sorry’

[08:05] Drake MalsharenDrake Malsharen nodded as he looked down upon Topaz, his hand slowly moving toward his face then the sign that was place on the wall by Melchior himself. Letting out a sigh as he moved a finger down to his boots on his left. Have had a bunch of disobeing slaves today that it seemed started to have even more.

[08:06] TopazTopaz sees the kajira mouthing her ‘sorry’ and she feels a smarting in her eyes as tears well, she looks back at her and mouths “i amsorry too, i cannot lie”

[08:06] TopazTopaz moves to the Masters’ boot.

[08:06] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell dipped his head to Drake “If you excuse me … I will take care of this one. Can you make it public that this slave is unaccounted for ?” he asks drake while he would lead Flame with him – yanking the cord for her to give more thought if she tried something stupid.

[08:07] Drake Malsharen: I will get to it. -watching Melchior leave as he stayed some moment with topaz to know why she was there.

[08:09] flame: eyes widen “Noooo i beggg Master!!”

[08:09] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell wasn’t easy with her and puched her into the block, moving the beams to secure her neck into it.

[08:10] flameflame struggles but she is locked tight

[08:11] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell ensured it was secured and locked and than moved before her. She was helpless and with it – it stirred something in him. He moved behind her unbelting his pants while his cock seemed to jump out of his breeches. He gripped her hair again as if with it he could have a certain control if she tried to move her ass in a way he didn’t desire. “You will scream for mercy slave … beg that I will be done with you quick.

[08:12] flame: “Master..Master!!! i beg you don’t hurt me more..I AM BEGGING YOU MASTER!!”

[08:14] flame: *mercy mercy* i keep saying to myself softly

[08:15] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell placed his full errected peen before her asscheeks. He gave it a good spit and rubbed his saliva over his erection. His other hand slapped her soft flesh harshly before he would position his cock to her cunt. With one brutal thrust he pushed himself into her fully. He was violent and brutal – and her cries only enticed him more.

[08:16] flame: screaming from the hurtful assault, she dared not move, letting him take full control of her body, knowing it would be worse if she struggled, crying, knowing she deserved much worse punishment

[08:19] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell gripped her hair thighter and pulled on it while he moved his cock back and again slammed into her. He growls while he thrust more violent than before – wishing to release himself quick while he assaulted her body with slapping it as if he wished her to scream more. The fact she was helpful an amazing aphrodisiac.

[08:19] Melchior Wardell: *helpless – duh !

[08:20] flame: trying hard not to scream, biting down on her lip til it bleeds, but she couldn’t help it and let out a deafening scream from the pain, from the humilation…NOOOOO MOREEEEE PLEASEEEEEEEE…i can’t take it!!!!! as i cry out, starting to struggle against him, away from him as best she could STOP!!!!!!I BEGGGGG

[08:24] Julia Domna ProbusJulia Domna Probus did as she always did. She took the walking stick she didn’t really need and used it to flush the papers and scrolls from her desk in a single swish of it. It was clean now ready to begin the day. Today, she made the motion with particular verocity. The building’s walls were thick, but the door was open, and she could hear some screaming coming probably from the jail. She glowered. Where yesterday she had been sad that the door was to be sealed shut with pitch, today she would have welcomed it. She covered her ears with her gloved hands. “la la la la la la” she made noises trying to make them louder in her head than the noises she heard.

[08:25] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell laughs and the sound was as evil and devious as his intentions. “You can take it !!” he snapped to her and gave a final assault into her flesh. His hand slapped her ass brutal leaving a print on it as if he just made a mark “Next time you will think twice – you filthy slut.” he hissed to her while precum worked as this lubricant for his final push into her and made him spill his sperm into her.

[08:27] flameflame gasps, her ass and hole stinging from the assault, but feels him cumming in her, thankful the assault is almost over…he face flooding with tears, swollen from his beating, her ass throbbing , with no way to rub it ‘OH GOSH’ i scream out ‘WHAT WILL BECOME OF ME!!” hysterics shake me to the core as full realization hits me on my perdicament

[08:29] Julia Domna ProbusJulia Domna Probus could hear the woman clearly screaming. Julia blushed, hoping with all her heart that it was not a free woman being punished so. If it was a beast, it would be inconsequential of course. She rose, paced, sat back down. She muttered something about it being a curse of the Priest Kings that they had built the jail so close to the Central Cylinder.

[08:29] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell groans while he had to regain his breathing and strength – only realising once more that a killer as himself should think twice of doing this. It made a man weak when he released himself. He pulls out of her and moved to her face to take a fist full of hair to clean his member. He than pulled her face up by gripping her chin “Oh you better brace yourself – slut – I doubt I will be the only one – let alone what slaves will do to act out their frustrations on your sorry ass.” he hissed as this snake that at any time could snap back and fill her with venom.

[08:31] flameflame hears his words, a visual imagining all that he said to be true “Please Master, let me work in the tavern and I will prove myself worthy as your slave, i beg you..I BEG YOU DON’T LEAVE ME HERE!!”

[08:33] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell pushed his member back in his pants and shook his head “You start to beg now ? A little late isn’t it.” he said and again his voice was all the worse if it came to how he felt about the slut he faced “You lied to me – that should be the last thing slave – You tell that to anyone that comes and asks you for why you are here.” he hissed low as if the snake now slithered around her neck to strangle the life out of her.

[08:34] flame: “Yes, Master” she answers , resigned to her fate, ready to faint, wishing to faint even “I will tell all what a liar i am and pray that someone takes me out of my misery and kills me!”

[08:34] flame: ‘i am not worthy to live”..i say softly

[08:35] Julia Domna ProbusJulia Domna Probus heard the cries that seemed to go on and on. She could not concentrate on her paperwork. Finally with a soft grunt, she rose from her chair and went to investigate.

[08:38] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell laughs now – almost demonic “You aren’t worth the trouble slut – You think I would stain my dagger to your throat.” he shook his head “No … you will suffer the consequences and let us hope an owner shows up for your fate might be sleenfood.” he than turned seeing the scribe and composed to a more – ellegant pose “Ah … Tal lady, forgive me I didn’t see you there.” he appoligized as the low caste he was.

[08:39] flame: gasps as she hears his mean evil words, fresh tears streaming down her cheeks

[08:41] Julia Domna ProbusJulia Domna Probus Julia stood a moment, trying to assess the situation. She saw the man first, then the slave in the stocks. It was evident she had been used by the sheen on her body. She took a delicate step back. She only addressed Melchior. “Tal Sir. There is nothing to forgive.” She paused her eyes narrowing at the girl then looking back to Melchior. “I heard the noises. Is that a slave you are punishing or a free woman.” Julia had to know, to set her heart at ease. ”

[08:43] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell followed her look but settles his attention to Julia “In truth she posed to be a slave but without a collar. I have to be honest here. I am uncertain if it makes her a free that was without clothes or a slave without a collar.” he admitted. “Either way she was in my tavern … so I think the latter would be the case … she lied to me … even accusing a free of sending her there to get the woman some mead.”

[08:45] flame: hearing his words she cannot believe her own mouth and lies, what was she thinking to say such to him,…she weeps harder as he explains what happened, so humiliated, hating herself for her big lying mouth, and worse, she never lies, i just don’t know what got over me.and i shreak at the craziness of it all

[08:46] Julia Domna ProbusJulia Domna Probus waited for the woman in the stocks to speak. But Julia was thinking, if she lied once, she would always lie. “She should be branded a liar then.” Julia said these words as if she was describing a shopping list. “I am Julia Domna, House of Probus. Scribe and Secretary to our beloved Ubar.” She sneered under her veil then at the woman’s snivelings. “Quiet there before you feel my walking stick across your skin.” She looked back calmy to Melchior. “I am not criticizing you Sir. You have complete rights to do with her as you wish. May it be painful, a lesson to everyone that the truth needs to be told.”

[08:48] flameflame shouts out “but i beg to show you that i am a good girl Master!!”

[08:48] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell shrugged a little “The slave might be owned, I can’t trust her word only go by what I noted.” he replied “I put her here with knowledge of one of the man Drake. I have asked him to make it know so others might see if she is a runnaway or a slave they are missing. If you wish her branded – you will not hear me object. In truth if something sets me off it is those that are untruthful.” wow …. he even believed it himself – while all this time – he was the artist when it came to it.

[08:52] Julia Domna ProbusJulia Domna Probus tapped her walking stick to the ground. “She calls you Master, so that in itself declares she is not free, at least from this moment on. Who owns her will be determined if you keep her and none show to claim her.” She paused. “I would wait to see if anyone steps forth, before she is branded, else you end up having to pay the owner for lessening her value. Who would wish to own such a beast, marked that way?” She took a few steps away. “But if you would mark her now, I am sure none would complain.” She took a long look at the girl, “Of course you could always cut her tongue out.”

[08:53] flameflame frowns hearing the Mistress speak of her, cut my tongue out she says?? i am doomed i think as i move my lower body, feeling the drip of his seed run down my leg, trying to rub them together to smear it

[08:53] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell considered the options “I do not wish to own such a beast.” he stated firmly – and it was true “One that lies – isn’t one I wish to have in my business. I am an honest man – trying to make a decent living.” really this was getting hilarious – if any knew about his blunt lies – he would shame himself because of them.

[08:55] flame: she moans listening to one which i know to be a liar just by the sound of his voice, he should talk i think, i would run circles around him and his lies..i only wish i could scream that out but he would surely cut my tongue out if i did, as the truth hurts’

[08:57] flame: sees a movement at the corner of her eye and looks to her left, seeing it is her only friend breeze, fresh tears start to run down my cheeks again, hating that she will see my beaten face and body this way

[08:58] Julia Domna ProbusJulia Domna Probus Julia became thoughtful. “Sir, you said you run the tavern. And I am sure you have to deal with much worse than that girl there. Whatever you do, it will be just.” She turned then, “I must return to my work. ” She could see the line forming at the front door of the great Cylinder. “I wish you well Sir. You will probably never see me within a block of your establishment, but I hope you are successful.” She turned away and took a few steps.

[09:00] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell dipped his head to the lady as she was leaving. “Let the records show that I do not own her nor have the desire to do so, lady.” he stated. With that he inclined his head gallantly – betraying perhaps his high caste origin “I wish you and yours well, Lady.”

[09:04] Breeze CharismaBreeze Charisma ran forth the talk of branding and such had her panting to get there, falling to her knees on the hard stones she took in the scene. Flame beaten and bruised and the mistress demanding her branding “Master” she spoke quietly. She had only met him twice and had no clue actually of his demeanor but she was one that if you spoke the truth and didn’t try and cherry coat it or spin a tale around it things would sometimes work out in ones favor “Might i speak, please?” seeing the tears in the girls eyes she sucked in her breath her hands outstretched beseeching for his favor

[09:04] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell turned to Breeze his eyes hold the sinister glow of old days “You already have done so – speak.” he tells her.

[09:05] flame: my eyes dart to where breeze kneels, my heart skipping a beat praying she does not get herself in trouble

[09:09] Breeze CharismaBreeze Charisma caught his look, a slight crawl of icy fingers up her spine, memorized for an ehn, she stared. Shaking it off with a small tremble she closed her eyes. so unlike her the brazen bond but again there was something. Breath inhaled she spoke clear and concise “I know this girl Master, she is trouble to be sure, knew when i first laid my eyes on her, but she has a good heart, and a frightened slave she be. I had her at the slavers house with me, fed her was talking to the mistress about her taking her in, collaring her to the kennels, I do not know what she has done, but well…… sometimes out of fear, slaves do foolish things”

[09:13] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell listens but than shrugs “She lied – that is enough to have her killed. I showed her some slack to allow her here to breath. Do not speak of her further because I might change my mind and be done with her.” with that he turned – making a mental note of how Breeze had come to the girls defense and admitting that out of fear slaves would act foolish.

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The Risk of it

Posted in Black Caste, Disguised, Mastery on March 22, 2012 by crow1971
[06:54] SpringSpring removed her garements with as much care..her Master did not like a sloppy slave…she soon followed carrying the articles for the bath.She set them aside on the bath,within easy reach and slipped into the silken water beside him,laughing quickly as it embraced her

[06:56] SpringSpring grinned to him and observed him a moment..enjoying the water and this opportunity”She was used to bathing in streams and lakes..lately in a small barreel made for a slave..this was the first time in the glorius bath house for her..well fiirst time in the water

[06:56] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell moved into the water, feeling the water sooth him. “It has been a long time, mine.” he muses “A long time that I didn’t feel the burden of my caste upon my shoulders and just can relax.” he turned his face to her “But you are aware of the implications ?”

[06:57] SpringSpring looked to him,submerging a bit ,the water to her lips before she rose again.Her brows furrowed in a small knot..she shook her head slowly,her earings rubbing against her shoulders amoment “No Master? You are still of Caste?”

[06:59] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell eyes her while his voice became more silent “It means that I am now an imposter, claiming caste that I do not own. Have you any idea what consequences might be there if this is found out ?”

[07:01] SpringSpring shook her head,she was confused,her voice a very quiet whisper “I do not understand my Master..you have denounced nothing,you invsted coin..run a small business,wear a disguise as you do when …when you work at times…”she was truly confused”Does not then Master *** and Master *** and the others not run the same risk? Stating they are Sleen trainers?”she thought along moment and still could not see what he saw”You have denied nothing of Caste Master?”

[07:03] SpringSpring reachd and took the oils and generously poured them into her cupped hands as they spoke..running and rubbing the oil onto his arm and shoulder..massaging it as she did…the strigil close by

[07:04] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell nodded “Oh they do, but I doubt they truly understand the predicement they can be in when found out, mine.” he replied “To claim a caste you do not own is a capital offense. Something that often leads to empalement.” he regards her while he spoke. “Killers often seem restless when a man claims our caste while they have not received the training. They might even kill the man. It isn’t that strange considering that the other way is just as much a certain death. ” he closed his eyes and felt her tiny hands upon his skin, soothing and warm.

[07:08] SpringSpring massaged him with the oils and took the strigil and began to use it on his skin..gently scraping the oil away…careful to use a gentle touch…wiping the reside on a towel she had brought for this purpose..she thought about that as she tended him,her mind occupied with many things..tending him,bathing him properly…and also touching him..everything together..how relaxed he was..so many things..but most of all her heart and mind filled completely with love for him”One good turn ,I see my Master…there are always two sides to each coin…do they not know the risk they also undertake then?”she looked mighty confused for a ihn,her voice still a hushed whisper”I am certain my Master if one askled you would speak truth of Caste? You have a business ..not going around claiming you are of the merchant caste?”

[07:11] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell turned to her “True … but do not mistake it, girl. Many people might wish to get even with me, might take the oppertunity to have me arrested and killed. Simply because they might suspect I took one of their loved ones. I doubt any gorean that doesn’t need an assassin wouldn’t mind to put one to sleep, simply because one less isn’t all that bad in their eyes. That is why it is so important to keep the disguise in tact.” he opened his eyes for a moment “Touch me slave.”

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Lurking

Posted in Black Caste on October 5, 2011 by crow1971

 

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Among Brothers

Posted in Black Caste with tags , , , on October 2, 2011 by crow1971

Assassin: “Thought I might find you here, Killer.” said Solomon, looking for a comfortable stump to sit on.

 

Crow  looked up from his reading. “Awake finally … If I ever thought to keep this camp a secret I should kill you first. Man you can snore.” he jested.

 

Crow  nodded while grinning “I can imagine you might need an ear.” he said earnest. “Mila told me a bit of what has been happening .. are you all right ?” he asks. His concern for the man evidently in his voice and pose.

 

Assassin: “THe snoring is the Ost, not I.” he told him. “She remains in the tent curled up as if the creature she be named after and yes – I am somewhat at odds with a past I believed was true and which now find might built on falsehood.”

 

Crow  nodded “I have to say I am shocked … or perhaps even more impressed by you.” he admitted. “I never guessed you to be from Earth. At least that is if that is true ?” he asks. There was nothing judgemental in his voice but true puzzlement on that fact.

 

Assassin: Regarded Crow for a moment, Solomon was a little surprised that he had heard the news so quickly. So much for client/patient confidentiality but it mattered not. Solomon had already made up his mind to reveal his earth roots to the Killer. It was a secret no one had any idea of, only the recent blood tests giving up his long kept secret. Even he would not have foreseen that one. “It is true. I was born on Earth.” He admitted.

 

Crow  nods once, only imagine how this might come across. “I can imagine you to be worried about how I know this. Mila has once vowed her loyalty to Scar and myself. She felt it important I was aware. She knows that such information is not to be shared if her life means anything to her.” he reassured him. “In an odd way it makes sense Sol. You and Raven both so hunted by the Kurii and yet I wonder why ? I can imagine you might hold so much information on the caste they might wish that as some … means to their war. ” he frowns “You know as to why you are on Gor ?” he asks curious as hell about all of this.

 

Assassin: “You ask me a question that would take some time to explain, parts of which even I have no answer for.” he said.

 

Crow  nodded “I am not the type that will pry Sol. I am concerned of course and have all the time in the World if you need me to hear … At times to speak of it might give some new insights.” he proposed. “I am just a simple killer Sol … so my knowledge as to Earth is small … but I don’t doubt its existence.”

 

Assassin: “Oh, believe me, Crow. It exists. It is a world as harsh as this one, in its own way. Our technology surpasses that of Gor except for in the area of medicine. I come from an Island country called England, its part of a larger continent known as Europe. I worked for a government sanctioned group called the Organization, all ex military, all hand picked and all experts in how to dispose of troublesome enemies of state. I was an Assassin. I killed for country rather than for gold, Assassins are very different from the Killers of Gor, much more hidden and covert. There is no striding brazenly into a city to do the work of killing unhindered. To be discovered is an embarrassment and earns either death or imprisonment.” He began to explain.

 

Crow  listens intently. He had heard of Earth, how it held women in equal regards as men. Stories about odd things he couldn’t comprehend passed his mind while he tried to grasp it. The work he understood to some degree, even though he couldn’t quite see what a country was. His eyes squinted a bit as if he tried to remain sharp and focussed to assess the information to what it was meant for.

 

Assassin: “I was on a “hunt” the day I was brought to Gor. I remember it like it was yesterday. I had acquired my mark, my eyes where on target. The odd thing was I had a strange feeling about the whole sanction from the start. I mean when you look into your scope, you don’t expect to be met by a smiling face.” Solomon explained, somewhat forgetting that Crow would not be accustomed to the terms he talked of. There were not even Gorean words for such things and Solomon did his best to use the closest translations as possible but the look on Crows face said it all, Solomon’s explanation might be proving difficult.

 

Crow  nodded while listening, asking what some words meant. It made it hard to follow and yet Sol had the gift to at least give him some insights what he meant. He nodded again at the fact that it would indeed be odd that your hit would look back like it knew and smiled. He himself often haunted by the surprised and horrified expression of those he killed.

 

Assassin: “There was a distance of perhaps half a pasang between me and my mark. I was using special killing equipment that could magnify and close the distance so that looked as if my mark was as close as you are to me now. When I looked, my mark was looking right at me and smiling, she knew I was there, she knew the reason why I was there. It was at that precise moment that I was removed from my kill-zone and relocated into a Gorean meadow. “He paused for a moment before continuing. “To this very day I still believe her smiling face, that all knowing expression upon her face and my waking in that meadow are intrinsically related.”

 

Crow  frowns at that “So she wanted you out of the way ? You remember why you were asked to kill her ?” he asks while considering the options. “I can only imagine some wishing me to another planet so I will never succeed my kill.” he stated.

 

Assassin: “The mark was the daughter of a well heeled mobster. Their entire family ruled a city called New London, the city I was also born in but saw little of. The sanction or hunt that I was attempting was a coordinated effort, which means that the entire family had been targeted for extinction – all family members were being hit at the exact same time. It was a cleansing and a reinstatement of another family who would then take over but to our favor.” He explained as simply as he could. Crow was not stupid; the simple descriptions were simply to help with translation from English into Gorean. “I was privy to some files before hitting the ground. The only part that didn’t add up was a short paragraph that at the time I did not understand.” He said readying to explain further.

 

Crow  frowns “So when I understand a family was to be killed but it was prevented by those that could get you here.” he muses “That sounds like Kurii intervention … but why not just kill you … ” he added as in an afterthought. He than again listens intrigued by this foreign world that seemed like science fiction to him. A world with technology so different than what he was accustomed too. “What was that paragraph ?” he asks curious while he tried to keep all the information organized in his own brain.

 

Assassin: “The paragraph read thusly – Baron Dynasty profiled with A51 (Area) protocols. Alien race identification 10.3456763EdLLKc77 – KURii – CE3.” He said looking up into the eyes of Crow.

 

Crow  frowns and shook his head “Kurii … but the rest doesn’t make any sense to me.” he admitted “You ?” he asks

 

Assassin: “It does, yes” he admitted. “About 20 year before the day of the sanction. Deep governmentally controlled departments on earth found evidence of “Other Life forms” located in orbit around the planet Jupiter.’ Solomon explained, watching Crows expressions, simplifying whenever he noted any indication of confusion upon the Killers face. “10 years later, contact was made but the close encounter was not made by us, us I mean the governments of the world. It was made, we discovered, by what we call “The Underworld. The criminal organizations of my planet – Mobsters such as the Baron Family.” He explained while shifting as he sat there talking. It was as if he were about to reveal something more and he was. “We later found out that it was that had somehow found favor with this Kurii race. Darius Baron, the eldest son. Also known as Rasor Klopek.” He said coldly.

 

Assassin: who it was*

 

Crow  eyes grew large at the mentioning of Rasor. Crow had killed the man but knew him to be alive just as quick again. It had puzzled him to no end and he feared the technology the Kurii owned that truly had been why the man seemed to be indestructible. “Dammit Sol … that man has more lives than a larl … and I always thought him to be more talk than show … but with this … he is thus even more significant than I wish him to be.” he frowns “But it still doesn’t make sense … why sent you here … “

 

Assassin: “That is the part that i wish to learn also, Crow.” he told him.

 

Crow  nodded “Well it might give some insight in why you are here, but since you are … and not alone even when it comes to relatives.” he commented. “That would scare the crap out of me Sol. I have to say … there is a big sceme here … “

 

Assassin: “I have to agree with you. I am still working out what i know from the files that I memorized about the baron family. Its deep and will take too long to explain now but I am going to get to the bottom of this mystery. By the way. I know why it is that Klopek is so hard to kill. He isnt. You did kill him. The klopek you witnessed that turned your view of reality on its head was indeed the same person, with the same memories and goals – he was a clone.”

 

Crow  made a fist “Dammit I knew it … Scar told me about that procedure, however I never thought it truly possible.” he shook his head as if he tried to organize all the information and scrabble it in a way so it would make sense “I can only imagine your determination … Hell even I would want to know. Is there something I can do to help ?” he asks. He had a huge respect for Sol, saw him like a mentor which he had been and often still was.

 

Assassin: looked into the fire and spoke, it was more of a side note rather than something of vital important – “To clone someone you need huge financial resources or are dam important to global society. Klopek must be dam important to the Kur if they or those of earth who are part of all this have used cloning technology. Piers Donalgrapht perfected the process of human cloning on march the 14th 2021. I have a file on him also.” he explained briefly. “I need you to stay close my Brother.” he chose to use the word Brother for the first time toward the Killer he had known for so long deliberately for that is how Solomon saw him now. We need to be ready at all times and perhaps help me to put the pieces of this dam puzzle together.”

 

Assassin: or be dam important to global*

 

Crow  nodded, even though the names didn’t tell him much. “I am there where you wish me – brother – I fought once … and will do it again if need be. ” he said in earnest. “Mila said something about Laura … this place and that it couldn’t be a coincidence … what are your thoughts on this ?” he asks. His devotion to the caste and some of the killers he considered as close as one could get to him as most important.

 

Assassin: “Another part of all this that I still can’t fathom. This location, Laura. Why here? The sudden revelation of dead siblings being very much alive and why there was a requirement to keep this a secret from me during my life? – It makes even less sense to me than the Baron family connection to the Kurri and me being brought to Gor so long ago. I have to agree though – everything seems to be connected with this location, that or its merely a milestone along the path of destiny.” He mused aloud.

 

Crow  nodded “Fate does bring us puzzles and I fear that with some answers more questions might be there.” he now looked at him intently “Some time ago I learned that one of my children wasn’t dead as I presumed. It turned everything upside down … to be honest. To learn you have two relatives here while you thought to be alone.” he paused “I can’t even imagine how that must feel.” he said with his empathy that seemed so odd considering his profession.

 

Assassin: “We appear to me pawns in an intergalactic game of Kaissa, my friend. I feel that we are being placed into vital positions on the board and when we are all in place, only then will we finally know the reason why.”

 

Crow  nodded “Scar said something to that effect when it came to Raven .. so I am not surprised.” he stated. “Hmmm lots to think about Sol.” he added.

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A forced collar for a snake

Posted in Black Caste, Mastery with tags , , , , on September 29, 2011 by crow1971

The Ost looks around the room wildly..making note of exit points, peripherals, people. She operates the same way her dark masters had though she isnt really even aware of it. Her eyes move to the bed then. Thats him..she’d know the form of him anywhere. “me..?” She husks towards Mila, only to turn suddenly when Crow steps in. Her posture changes, lips pulling back to bare irregular teeth at him..a low hiss spat. “Stay away from me…” She warns..slowly moving towards the bed…her eyes never leaving crow though she speakks to Mila..”is he alive?”

 

Crow  hadn’t been aware of Sols presence here and when he noted the wild look of Ost his brow arched in surprise. Still he didn’t let himself be triggered by it. Calm and calculated he tried to comprehend what he walked into. However when Ost spoke to him he slightly tensed. He never was one to underestimate a situation, however he would kill her or try within a blink of an eye if he felt it was needed. He moved with stealth towards the bed and although it seemed he turns to listen to Mila he was very much aware of her, a poisonous girl for so many reasons.

 

Mila placed herself between Sol and the Panther, a defensive and protective move really..Mila crossed her arms about herself..one hand clutching the lower part of her necklace,it was a practiced gesture ,one made to release the lock onthe poisoned dagger,but making it look more like she was being self defensive or casually bored in some circumstances..not this one however..she watched the Panther’s movements and the sudden reaction to seeing Crow..Mila did not take her eyes from the Forest girl”Barely..you did well to suck out what you could,tis the only reason he continues to breathe”Mila took a minute step sideways to block more of her view of him..she made no acknowledgment of Crow being present..then smiled slowly and did indeed look to him”Tal Sir’she returned her gaze back to Ost ,her brows raised as if questioning her “I need a sample of your blood and saliva”Mila said it simply,matter of factly and perhaps in a way that could not be questioned

 

Solomon Voss: Lifts his head, the movement was difficult, painful but he would hold himself together. Solomon then strained to lift himself to his elbows, his fingers gathering up the fabric of the bed sheet in two tightly griped fists, a bead of sweat formed on his brow and quickly ran down his cheek. “You risk your freedom, Snake.” He said sourly, holding him self up with trembling arms. “I would do as she asked, Ost.” He added.

 

Crow  knew now what had happened and his eyes no longer held surprise but knowing. They were as sharp as daggers upon Ost, as if he already cut her to pieces for doing what he now learned she had done. He didn’t speak and with it was in a mode that perhaps made him the most dangerous man he ever could be. His hands seemed to be idly but he knew how long it would take to draw either of them if it was needed. HIs pose was that of strength and a man that wouldn’t move out of fear but out of the desire to put whatever would come next to his advantage.

 

The Ost doesnt like this so much but she knew the risks well enough before she ever slunk her skinny ass down from the forest. She bumps into the chair, making it bark in movement over the floor. “-you- risked my freedom, killer.” She says back to the dying man in the bed, then grey eyes flick between crow and Mila. “Take it then..if it will help him..but do it fast..or i’ll destroy you.”

 

Solomon Voss: takes an opportunity to cast his blurry vision to a dark figure in the room. With one hard knuckle he rubs his right eye then blinks several times as if to remove a tree from the orbit. “Is that you, Crow?” he enquires looking back in the direction of the Ost. “She didn’t bite me, Killer.” He admitted.

 

Crow  eyes pierced her as if the words she spoke would be enough for him to leap in rage and destroy the girl. However he was not the man that would do such just because he felt like it. He was calculating and giving every angle thought that would ensure that none would be harmed. “Don’t make idle threats – Ost.” he said low and there seemed to be a promise in his word. For a moment the memory of the fight with the Kur passed him, having risked his life for the man in the bed once. The same man that had created him for the biggest part as to his use for the caste. When Sol spoke he was slightly confused but answered “It is me, Sol.” he said to him while he quickly refocused upon Ost. He hadn’t forgotten her threat “Than why is it she that is needed here ?” he asks.

 

Solomon Voss: “I forced the beasts vile bite upon myself. You heard from her mouth in this moment that she is keen to destroy us. I put her vow to the test and found her desire wanting and here she be, sneaking bout to see if I live and offering blood to aid he who she wished to destroy. Seems to be a watery wish or lack of passion to destroy even a fly on a bosk turd.” He said falling back to his bed.

 

Mila kept her gaze on Ost..listening ..the air so thick with tension one could cut it with a knife..Mila wasn’t thrilled with the tension..the antagonizing of the Panther girl here, who came out of care and perhaps love..she risked saying to her plainly”Do not allow them to antagonize you and do -not- threaten one who seeks to aid you and the one you have remorse for actions taken..it only works to destroy yourself, and if it is suicide you seek? I can sample blood and saliva when you are dead as well..”Mila kept her gaze steady on the girl “I will not ask you to remove your weapons..but I will ask you to place a mouth brace on,I do not wish to be bitten nor do I trust you would not in a sudden act of impluse”

 

The Ost slides her gaze over Crow, the smile that dawns on her face is cruel, “So quick to want to kill me, aren’t you. You feel it rush through your veins..hot..why didn’t you when i would have accepted it as part of my loyalty to you..to any of you..” She asks, Solomons words again cutting straight through all those layers of century long frustrations and anger and stabbing deep into her heart. “I was wrong, wasn’t i…Solomon.” His name falls from her lips for the first time, hissed just so. Her breahthing has quickened though. It could all end..all of it..it could all be done so fast. She looks at Mila, emotions always so easily read on the ost’s face. “Then take it when i am dead.” She says..just before leaping at her, the full brunt of a tall but skinny frame throwing itself at her. She’d made the choice, apparently.

 

Crow  arched a brow at the admission of Sol, why would any men ask for such was something that he couldn’t understand. The girl had served him often and for some reason her being armed didn’t make him see her different. The mere thought that he might have tempted her too just to see the difference between her enslavement or her status as a panther girl was now understood. He turns to Ost “It seems you know very little of me – Ost. But your ignorance doesn’t bother me. It was not I that started with threats … but you will know me when you even dare to carry out one ihn of them.” he promised. “I kept you alive … and that should tell you … but I will not those that I think are a risk to the caste I serve.” Than when he noted Ost leap his hand reached for his blade and with in that blink of an eye he was next to her. She couldn’t focus on Mila and him and with it he would attempt to grasp her hair rough and use his blade to counter any attack she might try in that moment.

 

Solomon Voss: Eyes are closed now, the effort to sit up had taken its toll, such a simple thing can become a towering wall to conquer. There is much to this tale that remained unknown “The slave is important. Spare her.” He growled painfully.

 

Mila was ready for an attack…Mila didnt want the panther dead..just wanted wolrd peace no no sorry -laughs-Mila tried to side step the woman throwing herself in her direction..a sworl of movement and action..Mila’s skirts got inthe way of her movement flying towards the girl and Mila’s own legs..surely tripping them both up in the process.Mila cired out “No!!!” it could have been an exclaimation of distress or to Crow to not kill Ost.. and more then likely tumbled down with the girl,the only thing perhaps saving mila from her bite,if she was aiming to bite Mila..was Crow attempting to grab Ost by the hair.Mila tried to brace her fall and kick at Ost,but the skirts were making this more of a mess

 

Solomon Voss: A black cloud falls upon Solomon’s mind like a heavy black cloak drenched in Black Caste secrets. A long sigh leaves the Assassins lips. He does not take another breath inward as would be expected.

 

The Ost is an animal. She had never argued the fact even when draped in ridiculous jewels and kept for show like some fancy prize. She was bred to kill and the truth of it flashes wild in her eyes. She was going in for the bite to be sure, but crow’s hand grasps the long tangles of her hair, its courseness had finally rubbed itself into dredlocks. She screams, the sort of awful sound a wild-cat might make before a slew of schendian spills furiously from her lips..her body tangled with Mila’s, instinct takes over and probably much to anyone’s surprise, her hold on Mila starts tightening, long brown legs seeking to draw her closer, hands curling into any part of her that she can grasp…like a snake might do to its prey.

 

Crow  wasn’t much occupied with Mila at this point, but his entire focus was upon Ost. The words of Sol were noted. His grasp on her hair became firm and when he realised that Ost kept Mila he felt he had no alternative than to use the hilt of his blade to knock her out. He lifted his blade and with the precision he was taught he flung it down upon her head. His force considerable and with it a sure blow that would knock a woman out cold.

 

Mila had fallen under her,hands flung out to brace the fall and the dagger inher necklace,alredy having been released and held in a tight fist was forced out of her hand,flung far away in the fracas.Mila squirmed under Ost’s tightening grip and with prescision grasped the girl’s throat…and applied pressure to her carotid and the pressure points there..her other hand went to strike her at the base of her nose to try and cause excruciating pain and disable her enough..so the clutch upon her throat would surely stop blood flow to her brain and weaken her.Mila was a physician and trained like no others…and strong as a woman of the wagons,always working hard,along side slaves or alone..perhaps Mila was an equal match..she saw crow’s sword hilt aim towards Osts’s head and tried with all her might to extend her arm gripping the girl to force her upwards.

 

The Ost expected nothing but death..but she oculd at least go to the cities of dust proving Solomon wrong. Her grip loosens with Mila’s counter-strike, and the combination of blows knocks her out immediately. She slumps, probably falling on Crow’s foot. Yeah..she is totally an effective fighter there. Now…she is swimming in the same inky blackness as the man in the bed.

 

Solomon Voss: Lay unconscious or at least he thought he was. If this was the case how is it then, that he can see the room and all its occupants as clearly as if they where in the beams of a flood light? Why is it then, that he can see himself, laying there on the bed below?

 

Crow  dragged the now heavy weight of her unconsciousness from Mila and sheathed his blade “You wish her tied down ?” he asks Mila matter of factly while he took two metal cuffs from his belt. He would crouch down and took her wrists so he could clamp them about her. The chains would restrain them tight together.

 

Mila grappled to get up and untangle herself from her skirts..and breathing heavily gasped “aye bind her and gag her,make it so she cannot move” she finally got up and looked at Sol and cried out a earth curse word her sl;ave raja taught her in Ivar’s “Fuck!”Mila raced to Sol upon the bed and in a flash checked him for breathing and his pulse…it was weak and threaded…she took her hands and with a combined clenching of them hit him hard on his chest…she placed her face to his mouth and again crused”fuck fuck fuck” and Mila pressed his nose tight and took a deep breath,pressed her mouth to his and released it into his lungs…Mila started Gorean CPR (NPhave fun)

 

Solomon Voss: Closes his eyes, this is not a natural blink but a rational decision to do so. When he opens his eyes the room is gone, instead he stands next to two cots in a hospital ward. Before him lay new borns, the wrist bands that the infants ware bare the name VOSS. Twins? A male and a female. There is a commotion behind him and as he turns he is greeted with an open field, in the sky are three moons.

 

The Ost just lays there as she is trussed by Crow in the effective and swift fashion of the Gorean male. She is not visited by visions, just the pereptual black nothing..stretching eons.

 

Solomon Voss: In his ears he could hear a dull thudding, something like a door being struck but from a distance, interestingly he thought, “I can feel the sound against my chest”. Solomon tears himself away from the sky scene and spins about. The field is gone, he is back on the ward but one of the cots is now empty. “Strange” he thought to himself. “The baby girl is gone.” He indicates to a young nurse who simply smiles and nods as if it were completely normal. “She is required elsewhere, Solomon. As you will be in time.” She said softly. “Beware the snakes.” She added before leaving the room.

 

Crow  nodded while he took a piece of his own tunic that he ripped to tangle it around her mouth and knotted it behind her head. He worked as ever careful and with understanding that he was near the most dangerous things as to her fangs. When he had done so he would grab her by the wrists and leaped her to her feet, holding her firm up for him while he slapped her cheeks to get her back to the land of the living. He could only understand that the girl might kick him but with no hands to grab him and her mouth covered by the tight cloth he doubted her strength would out match his own. “Now Ost – calm down.” he said his voice like smooth but with an edge that he would be less pleasant if she tried anything foolish again.

 

Mila was upon the bed,straddling him as she administered CPR..her hands crossed and pushing on his chest,her mouth pressing to his sharing the breath of life.She worked diligently on her patient,talking to him as she pressed on his chest”Come on now Sol,don’t do this,you can make it thru this..the girl is not dead..come on now you have work to do,people to see,places to explore..dont give up on me now!”Mila checked his pulse and found it stronger.,,and .,.was he breathing now on his own?

 

Aramintia  as she walked she had hoped to find the healer, the new land would confuse her and she would get quite lost. She stumbled across a few houses and saw some people through the window, she could not make them out, she also did not see the usual customery green flag outside of the building but she decide to stop and knock and maybe she would get lucky. Hand came up and she knelt and knocked on the door and said “Please mistress green are you in there please”

 

The Ost awoke slowly, like air being pulled into lungs, or rising to the surface of a dark pool. Jaws clench immediately, only to find fabric there and her arms bound. No..she might be wild and angry but her danger comes in the craftiness and picking another fight where she is at an obvious disadvantage wouldn’t be really smart. She does try to crane around though to see Solomon, a hoarse cry muffled then by the fabric in her mouth. What the hell is that woman doing! She’s going to kill him! Its a very confusing time in the ost’s life.

 

Crow  used his strength to turn Ost and grabbed her by both shoulders “For crying out loud – Ost – dammit Calm down.” he tells her. His eyes were dark and perhaps lifeless as those of a shark in this very moment. Perhaps there was this mode of shutting out all his own feelings in situations like this. “Since when are you a physician – Ost – While it is you that has him there in the first place.” he added while he shook her small frame slightly to get her to focus upon him.

 

Solomon Voss: The heavy thudding of a door now sounded closer in his ears. Solomon tried to locate its direction, his chest vibrated from the sound. He began to feel it important that he find the door and open it. “Can you sign this, Mr. Voss?” Said a male nurse who stood to the right of the twin cots. “What is it? Solomon asks him, taking the pen from the smiling man. “We need your permission to operate.” Said the nurse. “Your sister will not survive otherwise.” He added. “Oh and you are needed back in Laura so better hurry.” Solomon opens his eyes wide and coughs violently before taking a much needed breath. The weight of Mila upon him felt crushing for such a slight woman.

 

Aramintia  heard noises from inside, she would think she heard the voice of the master that cut her long lockets the other day and scared the bejesus out of her. Her shoulder started to tremble and she thought to herself as she took very slow and quiet step backward. “maybe bad time yes yes indeed bad time” will come back another time especially a time that, that master was not present. saw some brush of grass and leaped into it hoping she had not been heard or seen.

 

The Ost went still and silent then. Either the fight had gone out of her or she is simply saving up her reserves for later. YOu really just never know with her. Pale eyes peer up at Crow..all the wonder and confidence that had once been there is gone. There is no mystery left in the world and certainly nothing -good- it is monochrome and bleak and its only hope is to burn. Her eyes stay locked on his, brave maybe..or foolish.

 

Mila bearthed out relief seeing him cougha nd gasp taking breath on his own..she eased off him as she spoke”welcome back” and sighed with relief..breathless herself from the administered CPR..Mila tripped as sheeased off the bed,her skirt ripped and catching her booted foot..sprawling on the floor..half on the bed half off..she cursed and sowre she was going to wear pants…she righted herself and smacked at her skirt…glancing to Ost and Crow..seeing he had the girl secured”He lives” is all she said..Mila turned and checks his vitals..and secures another IV bag to the pole..checking the site upon Sol’s arm..she looks over to Crow and Ost now.Mila had the impluse to go over and just punch her in the face..but too..Mila had compassion for her..and a slight understanding of what drove her away and into the forests on her own..as Mila too had lived such a life upon a few occasions..finally getting the normal rythm of her breathing back,Mila checked on Sol one more time..seeing he did in fact breathe but seemed

 

Mila DeSantis: to be drifting in and out of conciousness..she walked towards Crow a few steps”her turn”..Mila washed her hands scrubbing up and got the vials and needles and other fun stuff to begin to get fluids from the girl

 

Crow  noticed that she was no longer struggling in his grip, but he wasn’t foolish and held her firmly. “Seems you are needed.” he speaks calm “Now show me that you still have it – Ost – still have it for me to consider you valuable enough to keep you alive.” he said. “Remember Sol is not the one that can command me … I might listen but I only serve myself so … be warned.” he said to her. “Tell me Ost … since I will give you a choice in the here and now … You cooperate or find my skill facing yours. And don’t think I am honourable enough to let your hands be freed to give you those odds.”

 

The Ost glances over towards the bed as mila trips into a somewhat painful lookinng sprawl. She would have been howling with laughter on any other day but not today. She looks up at Crow again, then gives a nod in understanding of his words. She’s just a woman..and he could take her out without even breaking a sweat. She appears to be cooperate and mumbles that fact behind the gag.

 

Solomon Voss: Simply lay there, unable to move very much, hardly wanting to but the words of the Assassin Crow he heard loud and clear. The Killer was of course correct, he was his own man and not under the command of Solomon Voss of the Black Caste. He had earned his right by fire. He had survived the training and rose through the ranks. If he wished to kill the girl he would do it and fear not any punishment. Ost however, had much to fear. “Let her go, Crow. I ask this favour. Let her go after her blood is gained. Free her to her forest.” He asked of the Killer. Solomons voice was barely a whisper now.

 

Crow  eyes pierce through hers as if he was trying to read her mind. He didn’t trust her and yet he did. The woman in all her strength was appreciated by him even if she might have seemed weak in her own eyes when enslaved. He turns her while he gripped the chain of her cuffs on her wrists. “So Mila … what is it that you need of her ?” he asks. He heard the words of Sol and replied to him “I will if she keeps her promise to me.” In his own mind he wouldn’t go against Sols wishes, however decided that he needed leverage to keep Ost at least from attempting to harm Mila a second time.

 

Mila stood by Crow and Ost with a tray..upon it the tools of the trade “Blood..saliva…enough to test well and form a true antidote..”She said simply..placing the tray down she began to get the alcohol and cleaned teh girl’s arm..preparing to draw a few vials of blood into different test tubes…she would too swab the girl’s mouth..but would wait unti crow could siable her jaws with a grip and mouth guard “I will need her mouth to be open when I finish taking the blood”She didnt say anything to Sol’s entraty to free Ost when this was done..but too Mila had an idea she waited to speak aloud

 

The Ost does keep her word. One way or another. She turns, her face tilting away to look at the wall as if trying to pretend no one else is even there or that all of this isnt happening. Its that distance thing. She does glance towards the bed breifly before looking back at the wall..a low sound coming from her that is almost a purr. Its a soothing sound..one meant to say she’s calm and isnt going to do any biting…but would they trust her?

 

Crow  wasn’t a man that would take risks and yanked her arms a little up so they would be hardly comfortable for Ost. “Draw blood first.” he tells. “Can you take it so ?” he asks. There was perhaps some impatience in his voice, perhaps struggling with his own position in all of this. He had no idea what had created all this. His attention turns only briefly back to Ost and pulled down the cloth from her lips “Don’t make me regret this – Ost.” he whispers to her.

 

Solomon Voss: tries to regain some sort of composure, remaining slient as he breaths more easy.

 

Mila inserted the fine needle and watched as five vials filled with blood..each with a different solution on the bottom,all gel like and colored differently…”Done” Mila said simply as the last vial went into a test tube holder..she then took a few swabs and held them steady before the girls mouth..waiting to swab inside,Mila too would take some into a couple of vials..having a bitter swab at the ready to make the girl drool

 

The Ost holds still as the blood is taken, though her heart is racing. She hates pain..even the tension at her arms feels as though her weaker than average bones would snap. Nature keeps its ballance in this way perhaps. “I won’t..” She says quietly, hair hanging in her face, a trickle of blood having painted a red line down over her eye and down her cheek. She looks at Mila..then the swab..and she opens her mouth, soft lips..passive..certainly not the flashing of fangs she’d come in here with. Probably the panther just seems more pathetic than anything at the moment.

 

Crow  watched the physician and kept focus upon his own grip. If Ost would tense he would know and address it. He held her secure however had no intent to harm her. He was in a way detached by what he was doing, as if when he would try to be here with his own thoughts, he might have been very different.

 

Solomon Voss: Watches in silence at the goings on before him. He suddenly thought it an odd view on the world, as he looked down the length of his legs and between his feet that acted like a frame. He watched the now calm slave girl. He could not see her as anything else, certainly not this thing she was playing at being, a forest girl. He knew so little about their kind but he knew they were a keen shot with a bow. The axe on Osts back just looked heavy and out of place and all she would achieve in its wielding is to grow calluses on her hands. “Aii, Ost” he final spoke. “You are wrong.” Solomon punctuated this seemingly late response with a cough and a sniff. “but you can make it right.” He added.

 

Mila nodded and holding the swabs gingerly took samles..ready to snatch her hand back in an instant if need be..she then swabs the girls mouth with the bitter one”You will not like the taste of this and will drool..do not swallow please as much as you want to”..”Ost” she said as she worked”You are to return here every four hands..or when your ‘cycle’ should start or occur…even if you no longer bleed,your chemistry may change..I need to test for that”

 

Crow  glances to Sol and back to Ost, where he waited until Mila was finished. He frowns at the request of Mila “You think she will come back ?” he asks “How important is it ?” he asks as if he was giving thought in keeping the woman at the collar for the duration that was needed for all of this.

 

The Ost doesnt tense, though she’s started to shake, an underfed creature suffering fromt he side effect of adrenaline. The axe on her back -is- heavy but no more so than the burdon of her being. Its a tool more than a weapon, stolen from a woodsman and used to cut saplings. “how can you be sure there -is- a right..as if there are absolutes. I am proof that there is not..” She says to him only to jerk her head back in surprise at the bitter swab. Oh thats foul and it takes her off-guard even though she’d been warned. Great now she is also drooling. can she get any more attractive these days? “return? no..i can’t return..” Her tone echoes the same disblief that Crow’s has.

 

Mila worked gathering the spittle from her and without looking at Crow she spoke”We have never tested this kind of poison before..chemistry changes in a woman during her cycle..it is for science sake..if the posion is effected..stronger or weaker during those time,if hormones stimulate it or surpress it”Mila finished taking the spit into tubes and capped them securely.placing them too in the tray upright…she took a bit of smething and held it in front of her mouth”open” she said..it would counter cat the bitter and help the drooling stop..if she opened her mnouth Mila would pop it inside”You can and will..even if in the darkness of night ,are you not curious yourself how this works?”

 

Crow  frowns having no real desire to keep a woman that truly struggled in his compound and yet if this was needed he would again ensure that a promise was kept. Perhaps more honourable than he at times wished to admit. He still was giving all of this thought while he glances to Ost at the question of Mila.

 

Solomon Voss: Regarded the slave more closely after hearing Crows comment. “The slave will surely die if allowed to return to the forest for any length of time” he expressed his opinion before looking toward the slave once more. “I am right and there are absolutes. I am a Gorean Male, therefore I am right in all I utter. There be your absolute. You are proof of only one thing, your own denial that your freedom lays at the feet of someone like me or Crow there. That the feel of a collar about your throat is the reminder of freedom and the orders of men is that sweet removal of choice that would otherwise give you a confusing existence.” He continued. “Collar the slave.” He suggested.

 

The Ost is curious, mostly because she knows her venom was gone while she was pregnant and for as long as her milk painfully remained..but she doesnt say as much. “A little.” She admits to the woman, eyes regarding her for the first time with some degree of interest. She’s smart..ost likes smart..she also likes curious..it means there are never luls in conversation. Her eyes flick to Sol..”You know i will not die, killer..why do you insist.” She looks up at Crow…”would you have a snake slithering through your gardens..coiling with the gentle lambs…if you will not remove its head..better to release it where it may stay distracted with tall grass and urts..”

 

Crow  snapped out of his own considerations and than reached with one hand to the belt where he kept that collar. He wasn’t one that would collar any woman quick but he had made up his mind. “Those that are sweet and obedient can take men by surprise … You will not take me by it, slave.” with that he aimed the taken collar and attempted to snap it around her throat. “But don’t misunderstand me … her head will be removed if I see it fit to do so.” he promised.

 

Solomon Voss: “I insist because this charade you now embrace as a new beginning is not the purpose you were bred for. Thankfully perhaps for you I am not a slaver for if I were, Id have lopped of that venomous head of yours for your sudden distraction to duty. As an Assassin, I truly care not what you end up becoming.” He lied.

 

Mila felt her heart stop beating..well not really but it certainly felt like it..it was like inside at that very moment a huge thick wall slammed down in place,between her and what was occuring.Mila was asa vulnerable as Ost..both females in gor …Mila emplyed by these men..healer to the village only as ruse to maintain her employment and life..Mila said nothing..felt nothing..she would not allow herself such pain..she moved silently..taking the tray to the other room..herhands clammy

 

The Ost doesn’t like this at all, but it isnt met with hostility. Its met with an inner brokenness. Maybe its simply what happens to a slave thats so old, even one that runs off to the wild. The promise of the killer Crow is taken seriously..no matter what station she finds herself in, she wouldnt fail to acknowledge that he would kill her with all the ease of smooshing a mushroom under his foot. But…again Solomon’s words stab into her heart. How much pain must she endure from one man? “I loved you!” She suddenly cries at the man in the bed. The collar is in place…there is nothign left to lose now. Might as well shred to the winds whatever was left of her shriveling dignity. She bursts into wounded tears..trying to pull away from Crow if only because she wants to crumple on the floor.

 

Crow  simply felt the collar lock in place while he kept her still up by his other hand. He ripped the straps from her that held her axe and placed it next ot him on the table. He didn’t seem to respond to her words or her tears. While he now released his grip, perhaps to allow her to drop to her knees. However he was still very much aware that the woman was hurt and filled with emotion, making her unpredictable and if something made him edgy it was that.

 

Solomon Voss: “I loved you!” The words rang in his ears. He said nothing in reply. His face a cold landscape of indifference. Within him though, her words struck him list an iron fist. He could not deny that he had wanted her devotion from their first encounter at the fire of her then Master, Sarus. Her statement spoke of past and for a moment there was sadness in his sick eyes. He would never give away his true feelings outwardly. He remained ever the Killer. “Forget about your forest, slave. You will never see them again.” He vowed.

 

Mila too heard her cry of love for Solomon..and it reverberated inside her..she suspected the Killer would want the liberty of crying out the same to the once again slave..but she knew words like that were rare and only whispered in the darkness of private moments..Mila fought the emotions flooding behind the wall she had put up inside..hatred filled her at the moment..disgust..sorrow..memories threatened to surface…but she fought it all off inwardly..and whispered to herself “you have your work to do” >She suddenly felt like she could not breathe..and walked quietly to the door,opening it and slipping outside..loosening her jacket by her throat as if it was that,keeping her breath restricted.She took a deep inhale of the air outside and looked up to the sky

 

The Ost could do no more and there on the floor of the woman’s workplace, the ost wept. A breeze rifles thorugh the room as if trying to soothe the emotional chaos within when Mila opens the door. “please..” She sobs..”please don’t do this to me…” She’s gone limp on the floor like a ragdoll. Its probably dramatic but…ost was always a bit so. Ters stain a dark spot into the wood…her heart breaking into a million pieces. Now she would be forced to endure the cruelty of Solomon and the scorn of the others. She -has- to find a way back tot he forests..and soon.

 

Crow  was in some degrees a rather rigid man, clearly when it came to his own mastery. The words of love had perhaps triggered his own memories of the woman he lost before joining the caste. But he didn’t allow himself to dwell to long in these haunted dreams. He reached out to take that firm grip on her hair again. “It is done.” he said simply as to her enslavement once again. He wasn’t cruel but demanding and didn’t falter when it came to his own decisions, they were never without giving them real thought. “Now since you have that collar, I would suggest to speak properly … since I don’t keep it around a throat that displeases me.” he tell her. His voice one that held clear demand and gave no room for debate in what he believed was his right.

 

Solomon Voss: Rested his head to the pillow, the movement was full of acceptance for his situation, not merely for the venom that was flowing through his veins. Now he required some time to consider events within the infirmary. The Ost was collared, he knew not for how long and right now cared for little past the pain he still endured. When he closed his eyes he could still see the Ost knelt there at the feet of Crow. This would not be the end of matters; he thought to himself then cringed at a spasm of discomfort. Solomon considered asking Crow for ownership of the slave, to then do with as he wished. What such an ownership would mean for the slave was even unknown to Solomon and that all depended on Crow not ending her life before he was fit enough to stand and ask for the girl. Solomon’s devotion to his Caste remained intact. He would not demand anything that might be seen as weak, not in their terms but in his own. Lives had been lost to him for this reason, even if within himself he regretted his decisions.

 

Solomon Voss: Regrets he had found are easily brushed under the carpet. “I will sleep. My first business of importance is to rid myself of this bed.” He said loudly and closing his eyes.

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