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Posted in Black Caste on October 5, 2011 by crow1971

 

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.

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.

By a hair warning

Posted in Black Caste on September 26, 2011 by crow1971

Aramintia could not see above the big hill that seemed to be infront of her, she leaned down and started to crawl up the hill like a small larl hoping no one would spot her.

Crow (melchior.wardell) seemed to have at times this sixth sense when others approached. He stopped in his way to the tree, to see if anyone might have rattled some bones. His eyes narrow when the girl was there. Her nakedness a hellfire against the dark of the trees. “What do you think you are doing.” he asks his voice booming as if with the first words spoken he would set the scene of her being in danger.

Aramintia looked up and flutters her lashes quickly and started to stutters on her words “oohh greetings master greetings” she said as she knelt down “I I I was just picking berries and saw the bridge and thought there were berries on this side and decided to come look” she looked up and smiled bright.

Crow (melchior.wardell) moved closer to her and his steps didn’t seem to be heard. It was his way to walk silent with stealth it had been beaten into him over years of training. When he was close enough he attempted to grab her blond locks of hair and if he succeeded would drag her to the banner and skeletons. His eyes were lifeless and void of any emotion and yet there seems to be this sinister air that he seemed to wear as this tick cloak that held his thoughts to murder in this iron grip.

Aramintia felt the tug of his strong grip on her long blonde hair, she quickly rose and followed him so he would not pull it out of the root. Her heart started to beat faster and her eyes drew open wide. She could see he was quite angry and she now had much fear within. She could see the tavern from where they sat and now wished she never crossed that damn bridge.

Crow (melchior.wardell) forcer her with the grip on her hair to look at the skeletons and the black banner that were there “Tell me … what do you think these things say ?” he spat to her, clearly not a man that had much patience with wandering slaves “You wish to hang there too, slave ?” his other hand shoots to her collar to see if there might be a name inscribed that would tell him who owned her.

Aramintia trembled in her skin, clearly she could see this master meant business and she had crossed the line today. She was always such a obedient slave and made her master proud and now it seemed she was in a world of trouble. SHe feared with all the fear in her heart, her master would sell her and get rid of her for sure because of this… she whimpered and small voice came from her lips, “please forgive me master please I will never cross into your lands again please forgive me”

Crow (melchior.wardell) narrows his eyes “Girl … I asked you a question … what sign did you miss hmmm ?” he spat while he now twisted her locks to his fist to make it even tighter around it and perhaps pull it painfully from her scalp “Don’t play dumb … I doubt you are some nitwit kid of 8 years … WHAT … did you miss … Is this.” he pushed her face agains the bones of one that hadn’t been there that long and which smell was clearly that of a cropse. Perhaps even some little bugs were scurrying over the rotten flesh “Tell me … what should I do to warn the likes of you to not go beyond this … You think we like them as decoration ?”

Aramintia felt as he pushed her forward into the bones that sat there hanging, her face flinched and the stentched went right up her nose, she would try not to make it face but was finding it hard. The pain of his grip on her hair causing her to now sweat in pure fear. She again would stumble upon her words fearing her life. His spit upon her face “Please master she begged I was picking berries and I had heard so much about the black caste that was behind the tavern and I Just crossed without thinking”. Please master Please I will never do it again. I made a stupid mistake.”

Crow (melchior.wardell) glared at her “You heard so much about the black caste ?” he asks turning her face to his. His eyes were like daggers piercing through hers. “Who … is … and you think we are what … nice fellows .. that will just spread our arms and invite you in for a good fuck.” he said. His voice started to less in anger but with it there was this poisonous tone that perhaps was more dangerous than his anger had been.

Aramintia eyes met with his, she knew she should look down and not meet with his but she didnt, she looked into them and could see how angry he was and that she had crossed into the wrong place. As she looked at him, her voice still full of fear within she said “sorry master please if you can forgive me it will never never happen again”. I met the healer and we talked a bit and then showed a man where your land was the other moons and I should have never crossed.”

Khyos Dagger: not exactly sure what this was but he didn’t step off of the bridge…from his experience it was not waise to tread across ground that wa marked in black and had a corpse hanging from a tree at the enterance…he saw the man and slave at the end of the bridge so he moved across and stopped short of solid land…”Tal”

Crow (melchior.wardell) noted the man step on the bridge but held his eyes to her. Her plead would fall on deaf ears however her words were very well taken in consideration. “What man ?” he asks. His hand that held her hair in a tight twist didn’t faulter while his other digged within the folds of his cloak. The intent to him was clear but for others it was perhaps a guess. “Who owns you slut ?” he asks while he now cuts a glance to the man “YOu want to watch while I scalp this slave to get my point acrossed in the village ?” he asks his voice devoid of emotion as if they were suddenly shut down and he was in a more solid state of controlling them.

Aramintia sweat beading down the small of her back, the day she thought would be so peaceful. Make some pies for her master and start her daily chores had turned into a total disaster. She now feared for her life, it seemed he wanted to use her as some example to other not to cross the bridge. She wasnt it sure but it seemed as his grip seemed stronger and his eyes looked towards her. She would see the other master cross the bridge from corner of her eye, she could not see who it was but when he spoke would note it was not her master. Her voice trembled as she tried to answer him, she almost felt death would be better right now, for she did not want her master to be displeased. Whimpered and said I showed Master (Lycos) here from the tavern a few moons ago, and and my master is Master (Atom). her eyes lowered as to wait to be killed.

Khyos Dagger: he watched the two and seemed indiffernt…”No…I really have to desire to see you kill this slave or any other this day….though it would be a pity…she is a bit on the dumpy side but not all together displeasing to look at…I would think one dead hanging from the tree would suffice but if you really want to make it clear that the bridge is not to be crossed might I suggest a dead body on the other side of the bridge.”

Crow (melchior.wardell) eyes narrow slightly to the man but felt no need to explain the fact the girl had not only crossed the bridge that held more than one corpse rotting there, but nearly made it into his camp. Her words that had taught him she had been here out of curiosity made him aware that a signal was perhaps best. He moved his hand lower so the girl would be on her knees while he pressed his knee to her shoulder to keep her in that position while he now released the lock he had gripped before but would now take as much hair he could with his hand. His other that had been hidden had released the knife from his belt and with a well aimed cut he would cut her long stresses nearly from their root. “I think this will be a message … that we aren’t the welcoming type … but as she is defenseless and perhaps dumb …I might do worse to those that aren’t fools and armed. ” while he now draped her long hair around her neck and kicked her in the direction of Khyos.

Aramintia body trembled in fear as her eyes closed waiting to see what would be her fate. Her days would be over or not but when her master found word it would all come back again to bite her in the ass. Things and events and faces passing through her head as she waited, as she felt him now bring her down to her knees with his force, her body shrank down into the dirt. She felt as he held on to her long lockets would he cut her throat from the back and lay her there on the bridge to die….As she now heard the knife her body clinched and her eyes shut tighter and she felt the rip and tear of her hair…A slow whimper came from her lips as she fell toward the other master feet.

What will we have for dinner ?

Posted in Black Caste on September 20, 2011 by crow1971

Zee of Ar stood still on the bridge as he saw a man clad in black approach.

Zee of Ar : “Tal” he yelled from a distance hoping the wind would carry his voice.

Crow looks to the bridge while his eyes squinted a little. His eyes were piercing as daggers to the stranger. His hand was casual on the hilt of his blade, perhaps to disguise his other that remains hidden in his cloak “I hope I do not have to explain the … banner nor the skeletons here ?” he asks dryly.

Zee of Ar realizing that he could be heard quite well “Though foolish as I may have been to venture this close. I am not foolish enough to not realize what meaning they carry”

Crow arched a brow while his eyes remain up on the man “Foolish ? Do you wish to insult me … since it is very clear I ventured even further.” he taunted. He moved closer making the bridge slightly swinging when he did so. “But do – tell – and enlighten me to why You are blocking my way ?”

Zee of Ar : “Foolish is the man to walk into the Black Caste camp without been given entry. Foolish would be me not to move aside… and with what little room i have” he said gripping the side of the bridge. “I do not have the greatest swimming capabilities.” he tried to lighten the situation as though both fear and shock of the man approaching his so suddenly made him speak without thinking.

Crow was a man that could appreciate good sense of humour, and even thought tempted to grin he didn’t. His eyes narrow slightly “And so … having a death wish ?” he asks while he moved his cloak so the man could see the three daggers that were strapped to his upper leg and very close to his reach. The other hand had remained on the hilt and with it the man might need to have extra pair of eyes to keep all his movements in check. “But …first … since I hate to kill a man without a name … By what name would you go … and what is your … caste and homestone ?” questions were only a manner to learn things of all the things the man wouldn’t speak off.

Zee of Ar watched moved his cloak and daggers seem to appear in all places glimmered in the sunlight. “A death-wish? I would have hoped for a much grander life than current. To end it so short is not in my interest. To fear death though is something else.” shuffling a step to the right regaining his balance, not having too much faith in the old bridge he clasped the other side with his other free hand “I am Zee former Merchant of Ar. Yet both those I leave aside as I stand before you”

Crow frowns as if the name might be familiar. His own homestone of old mentioned, made him perhaps more sophisticated that often when men mentioned places that were less glorious. “I see … and now you are testing my patience since I hear a lot as to what you are not … but not your intent. You wish to hire a man of my profession if it is not your own death you wish to discuss.”

Zee of Ar : “I stand before you not seeking a man to hire of your profession, but to seek a man willing to train me in your profession. May my death be at my own hands and steel, a glorious death.” looking up to the man who seem to have little patience for anything. “Is there such a man to discuss? or do you only look as far as the death you may deliver. A simple shake of this bridge would do the trick”

Crow now lets his hand go from the hilt and runs it over his chin “Ah … so a fool after all.” he remarked dryly, perhaps only to test him. “Only one of ten seekers, truly make it … Tell me why do you think you have such in you ? Do you have some magical skill that I do not know about ? Perhaps a talent that you feel others lack ?” he asks. His eyes rove over the man to assess him critical.

Zee of Ar : “If that magic skill means I am standing in front of such a man who many have not had the chance to do so. Then It seems i am doing well so far with what little I have. Potential to progress is in me for I have trained in other areas that don’t require steel which may be common in your traits that you may find impressive. For I don’t know what other lack to truly assess myself.” he said not seeming to take a breath or think twice as though it seemed near natural to answer a uncommon question.

Crow glances over the horizon “Tell me Zee of Ar … what does attract you to such a horrid caste. A lust for blood … Perhaps several bets you can’t pay and you need the Gold.” he cuts his gaze back to him “Tell me …why would I take the time to do as you wish ? What is in it for me ?” he asks.

Zee of Ar : “A former merchant always has a lust for Gold. A lust for blood?… does it bleed gold?” he asked back “The desire to leave the fancy streets of Ar behind and live a quieter life. One that leans on steel. Yes. I desire to master the steel.” he gazes at his surroundings “Your gain? I would say would be another worthy killer.”

Crow glances to him before he again looked at the end of the river “A quieter life … so no slaves, no companion .. or relatives that desire to see you now and than ?” he asks while he gripped the rope of the bridge and turned from him “Greed can be a reason, so can be one that has a mind for murder … but such men I would not accept.” he says quietly “A man that truly desires to be taught will have to endure a lot, he will be tested to great measures … and I do not like to waste my time on those that do feel they are all knowing.” he added as in an after thought “Are you a man that is willing to learn, not only in steel but in all what it takes ? A man that will bend on knees if I tell him ?” he asks grimly.

Zee of Ar : “I have no slaves for I had no use of a companion and I have no relatives in which I would consider on speaking terms.” He said also following his gaze to the end of the river “For someone to learn one must play the teacher and the other must follow commands.” he looks back at him “If they are required to bend on knee they must…” looking down and feeling his legs slightly give “If they must learn to swim..they must” tightening his grip on the bridge trust.

Crow glances to him, having noted his grip and having heard his lack to the desire to swim. He glances to him “I wasn’t joking only one out of ten make it … To start a life such as I own isn’t easy … it is hard work on which your endurement and desire to remain alive is often the only friend you have.” he tipped his head to the Inn “Consider it well, such a life is very lonely … and will take many years to obtain … ” he said deadly serious. “I am considered a very demanding teacher .. but than again those from my hand are well established.” his words were more matter of fact than a simple desire for glory. “Consider it very well, Zee of Ar … and when you are sure … I dare you to cross the bridge passed the banners and skeletons, unknowingly if I will accept you or not.”

Zee of Ar : “I stand on the bridge now… you are blocking my path” he had no desire to turn away and re-consider. For he had made this decision long ago. “For I will cross the bridge in a few steps, I am prepared to do what is needed to obtain my colours..as dark and as lonely as they may be.”

Crow turns to him, his face hadn’t changed and with it his thoughts might be unreadable. “You think I will just step aside ?” he asks “Perhaps you should consider this a test hmm… ” he proposed.

Grey Wolf “yarghhh” he snapped the reins as his heavy chariot came rolling down narrow planks of the shoddy bridge. His thalarion snapped its dagger teeth and hissed just like his rider did when they were forced into the full stop. Wolf didn’t like it at all to be stopped in his heavy cart right above the water. He cleared his throat and rose his arm up into the air making himself look at least like mark anthony , but obviously he wasn’t anywhere near as handsome as the man. “you peasants, of the bridge or I will toss you into the water myself. We won’t buy your turnips !”

Crow had seen Ron approach and didn’t allow the man to pass him, so there was a very certain choice to be made. His eyes search for Ron as to give him a silent message, that would tell there was a test in progress with the man before him.

Zee of Ar felt the bridge shudder under his feet and felt his grip tighten even more onto its struts. Turning his head he saw a Thalarion charging down the narrow planks with rider in tow. He was standing before 2 men of the black caste one armed with daggers and the other having what seemed a hungry and very intimidating beast at his call. He turned and faced the man he had been speaking with for he had not even asked his name. Lowered himself to his knees “I am to choose between death by those daggers, a angry thalarion and by my own hands …” looking down to the water “I will leave that decision to you… for I mean to cross this bridge and become a student. If you want to deliver death…then out with those daggers for I would rather die by steel than drown at my own pettiness of not being able to swim.”

Lethea hovers at the start of the bridge. She’d meant to go to the camp, maybe see if she could be useful while Andy was away, but she paused, unsure of herself, as the three were gathered on the bridge. For a moment, she stood in silence, wondering if she should go forward or run like anything, in the other direction….

Crow narrows his eyes and than finally gripped the man by his collar of his cloak

and hauled him over the bridge with a strength that perhaps wasn’t as visual when you regarded him. His strength was considerable due to his long hours of keeping himself fit, strong and flexible. He didn’t quite seem to consider where the man would land. “Tal Killer.” he offers to Ron, as if he had not done what he had done. “An amazing ride you have there.” he said with a tone that clearly betrayed his praise in this.

Zee of Ar felt himself lurched off his feet and lifted off the bridge. Before he knew it he was lurched over the side. In a near desperate hope he swung out his arms and gripped onto the planks and rope that held the side of the bridge. Clinging there he was not sure how long he would hold.

Grey Wolf noticed what took place there and when Crow gave him a look, Wolf return a placid stare and his head shifted slowly to the side, reins were hanging loosely between his stark fingers. “Tal, it is quite something and doesn’t hurt the man’s backside like a saddle does. What about this verr here that is ready to accept death right after denoting its intentions. His determination is meak.”

Crow glances to the man testing his strength while he turns to Ron “A man that wishes to be taught … ” he remarked dryly “Let us see how long he holds hmmm ?” he asks him casual.

Grey Wolf a sadistic grin contorted his lips as he nodded to Crow’s words. “Let’s…” and at that point he directed the thalarion’s steaming nostrils towards the candidates clutched knuckles.

Lethea ‘s hand came up to cover her mouth, as if to keep herself from uttering a peep as Crow flung the man over the edge. Lethea would lean over the ropes, expecting to see him float by. To her amazement, she saw him clinging on to the ropes for dear life. She smiled at him… kinda stupid under the circumstances, really, but what else could she do? She reckoned that perhaps now it was safer to cross the bridge, and see what needed doing around the camps, so with that in mind, she edged closer to the rear of Ron’s wagon.

Zee of Ar clinging on desperately and feeling the muscles burn in his arms at last he felt a glimmer of hope as a girl came in close reaching distance. She would not assist him and he need to use this last ounce of strength to do something. With a grunt of anger he swung out with his other free hand to the girl who waited behind the carriage and tried to grab onto one of her ankles..

Grey Wolf : “slave…” he snarled back at the girl and his gaze briefly glanced to her then back to the man fighting for his life. “He isn’t too determined. That’s one useful quality down the filthy drain. Let us see if he’s at least quick?” he suggested and leaned to the side to gauge the distance to the water beneath their feet. “Im curious if he’ll escape the sleen and water thalarions there.”

Crow looked down, perhaps an expression of being bored was given. “Yes well if this simple moment of truth can’t be over won … I am certain he isn’t worth my time.” he stated perhaps to taunt the lad to even go beyond his own limits. After all training would be only a sum of it by one hundred. He glances back to Ron “But tell me to what do I have the honour of your visit ?” he asks as if he was dismissing the struggle the man was making.

Lethea flailed wildly as Lycos grabbed her ankle. She felt the grip and the pull, and as a natural defence, she flung herself against the other ropes, clinging on desperately, while kicking her feet madly. “Jarls!” she screamed, as the man clearly meant to take her over the edge with him, and she was not ready be battered! She was begging quite loudly now “Jarl’s please!” even as her foot scraped and kicked at the offending grip.

Zee of Ar managed to clasp onto her ankle without her realizing but soon found the girl in a frenzy trying to kick him off the ledge. Slowly he begun to pull at her ankle with one arm and the rope in his other hand and slowly raise himself upwards trying to get his body onto the wooden planks. The girl not being the heaviest was making this difficult and he felt that at any moment she may just give way and he would be pulling her down into a plummet also.

Grey Wolf positioned himself nonchalantly on the platform about to engage in a polite conversation now while the seeker struggled, but then as the girls screamed, Wolf turned about and grabbed at a spear to thrust it at the lad’s hand and have him let go of the girl’s ankle. “don’t you dare to pull her down filth!” he snarled and looked apologetic to Crow “she makes good fish with tospits. I don’t appreciate when men make such assaults on my diet.”

Crow nodded slow as with thought while he didn’t bother himself to look where the spear was heading. There was no need to doubt the aim of his caste brother. “Yes, well you know what we say about seekers … they are below slaves.” he said causally “I had leem last night .. I can’t recommend that though.” he said as if indeed to make a social chit chat about no real important things. Unskilled in it might have even sounded odd.

Lethea ‘s grip was slipping on the ropes, as the man pulled at her ankle. She heard Ron’s words, and she prayed the man would let go before they both tumbled. She was dangerously close to loosing her grip and sliding over the edge. Her free foot kicked at the man’s hand with a renewed vigor as she fought to hang on. It never even occured to her that she was striking a would-be Jarl… she was just trying to live. “Jarl, I beg you… please.” she says, panting out another plea before she plummets over.

Zee of Ar could hear the two men and yelled as he continued to pull on the girls ankle aware of the spear that would most likely be aimed at his hand “Help me up or im going to pull her down with all my weight!!”

Grey Wolf : “leem…” he mused and inhaled deeply as if he forgot himself for a moment and fell into a day dream..”roasted over low fire..mushrooms and corn..I’d kill for that…but where are my manners…” he sighed and turned the butt of his spear to his the seeked right between the eyes before offering the same butt for the girl to clutch onto “but I forget my manners..” he continued then as if nothing happened. “I only stop in this outpost before further road towards the voltai. I will stay for a while in the area as I presume that the place of my usual business could be crawling with the cosian agents right now. I’ve done them a favour and brought them justice. I’m sure they wish to repay me with glittering steel.”

Crow arched a brow at the latter “Oh … was that your doing ?” he asks while he himself made knowing things his business. Most knew that Crow had a wide spread network of spies, but than again he was often paid for information. “Please … join me, Killer.” he said while he waved his hand gracious to invite him further. He still didn’t bother himself with the lad or the slave, perhaps trusting that if things would go wrong he could act within the blink of an eye. “Hmmm … that does sound a lot better .. No I had the leem … but I think the meat was cooked to early and the slave didn’t allow the meat to truly die.” he muses to the topic of food and other delicacies.

Lethea was trained to trust a killer without thinking… So that’s just what she did. With a little cry, she let go of the rope hand over hand, and grabbed the offered end of the spear. She held on for dear life, her muscles straining in her arms, as the man pulled her ankle. “Jarl.” she whispered softly, before blowing her hair out of her face. The man’s grip on her ankle was hurting her now.

Grey Wolf nodded in silent reply and snapped the reins to make the sturdy beast pull more of the chariot up the slope. There he paused and leaped down from the platform and onto the ground at which point he yanked the creatures forward and guide it on foot. “It is a shame when good meat goes to waste, but meat delicate as leem is good raw as well. You only need to grind it till it has the consistency of cream and then you mix it with some raw eggs so it holds together.”

Grey Wolf : “I’ll tie the critter at the side and make sure it has some hay and food and then will join you promptly. Just please dont let the man die while Im gone”

Zee of Ar slowly felt his body move up and onto the planks as the Jarl lead the Thalarion forward.

Crow chuckles and nodded to Wolf, while he now turns and grabbed the girl with force and perhaps would pull both to land. He didn’t bother himself with how the lad would do. The girl was slightly lifted so her skin wouldn’t be scraped by the wood, while the lad might loose quite a bit unless his clothing might protect him. “I think I might keep him … but feel free to test him Wolf for if I might not be there. ” there was some sarcasm in his voice.

Lethea felt herself tugged up first by Ron’s towing move, and then further by Crow’s strong arms. Lethea was a little white lipped for all the strain and effort that she’d just been through, and she could only think at this point, of falling at Crow and Ron’s feet. She merely waited for the man to just let go of her foot! ” Thank you, Jarls.” she says, meaning it.

Grey Wolf nodded again to Crow, then eyed the man who was pulled up. There was no love in wolf’s gaze, not after the fellow risked Leathe’s life. The matter would be left unaddressed for now though as the killed left to see to his beast first – a well trained thalarion was worth much more than a slave and certainly more than some peasant or a seeker.

Zee of Ar felt his body bruised and scraped from the wooden planks. Looked up at the sky feeling thankful yet somehow still had his hand tightly grabbed around the girls foot. Letting go he saw dark growing bruises from the sheer grip on her ankle “Sorry” he muttered and then looked to the man who’s final yank had assisted. Lieing still on the bridge “I guess today is not the day to cross” he pulled himself up observing his tattered clothes.

Crow cuffs the slave across her cheek “That is for approaching while not asked.” he snapped to her. Than turning to the seeker. “Beg your life with her … seeker … for it is her choice to let you live or die.” he would test humility instantly. He didn’t wish to waist time to arrogant bastards.

Zee of Ar realizing his luck lied more in the slaves hands he again turned to her “I owe you a life, girl”

Lethea could only gently pull her foot back as he released his painful grip. Before she had a chance to kneel at Crow’s boot, she felt the sting of his hand across her cheek. While she itched to cover the cheek with her hand, she knelt instead at Crow’s boot, and rested the injured cheek on the leather of his boot. “Forgive me, Jarl.” She begs softly, hating to disappoint him. She lifted her face and looked at Crow, addressing him directly after the seekers words. “While he hurt me, Jarl, I am only a bond. He showed a will to live, and I think that he shall continue to do so, should it please you Jarl.”

Crow glances from the girl to the seeker “Than you have a task, slave … ” he tells her. “Make sure he is naked, store his belongings in the trunk of the tent and see that he wears the rags that are in the bag beside it.”he tells her. He didn’t even look at the seeker, he was nothing at this point. “Make sure it isn’t to comfortable for him … and I want him to tend to the fire as if his life depends on it … for it will. Is this clear ?” he asks.

Zee of Ar looked from the girl to the black clad man who he still did not know of his name. But he seemed to have the feeling that what the man was telling the girl was an acceptance of his training, well a certain part of it. “I will not let you down” he said directing it to the man. Even if he didn’t look at him or pay him any attention.

Lethea nods, understanding perfectly. This man was a long way from being the first seeker she ever looked after. She says “It will be exactly as you wish, Jarl.” She rose to her feet then, and stood a little gingerly on the battered ankle. “If you’ll follow me, Seeker, I’ll direct you to where you must be.”

Zee of Ar nods to the girl “Lead the way”

Stealth

Posted in Black Caste on September 16, 2011 by crow1971

Submit to training

Posted in Black Caste on September 3, 2011 by crow1971

[2011/09/03 13:01] Crow (melchior.wardell) noticed Matthew back and although he was impressed with the man’s swiftness his face didn’t betray that thought “You wish a compliment lad ? Perhaps you should reconsider … perhaps your mummy would give it …” he suggested grimly.

[2011/09/03 13:02] Camillus (razius): Aye Captain, the fire is always burning when I am in camp…I’ve never forgotten, I doubt I ever will. … Captain, my training will never end, I will always be learning, but the final task does draw near…yes.” he turns to the seeker and waited for the Captain to speak, and upon hearing his words, there was a flip of his right lip upward. “Tal Mentor” he said as Xaz moved from his tent.

[2011/09/03 13:02] Elise (sonna.bazar) smiles thankfull and rose graciously to her feet. She was happy that the wind had been blowing from the south east, causing any odure she might have to not be noticed by the Master. She stepped forward, taking a log and placed it on the fire to make sure that it stayed burning before she turned around to walk over to Master Crow and the new trainee.

[2011/09/03 13:02] Xaz Elephas pushes the flap of the tent aside as he walks out, “Tal, Killer.” he nods to Crow, “Cam… Matt. ”

[2011/09/03 13:03] Crow (melchior.wardell) dipped his head in respect to Xaz “Master Assassin … I noticed the door open this time … I am grateful for that trust.”

[2011/09/03 13:03] Matthew Stillborne (boob.knibber) shakes his head reluctantly with a blank and expressionless look upon it. “I do not wish for a compliment Captain, only training.”

[2011/09/03 13:03] Crow (melchior.wardell) glances to the girl and pointed to his left boot.

[2011/09/03 13:03] Matthew Stillborne (boob.knibber) looks over to Xaz nodding to him. “Tal Master Assassin.”

[2011/09/03 13:04] Elise (sonna.bazar) had turned and for a quick moment she glanced over to the new man. Her mouth slightly opened, her eyes had widened and her heart began to race within her chest. It Was the one she thought it was and her lips curled up into a wide smile. Only then she remembered where she had been and quickly she turned around. “Bath” she whispered to herself

[2011/09/03 13:04] Xaz Elephas: “Always, Killer. My camp is your camp.” glances to Cam, “I find I have the time today for the kill acting. Do you know what you are suppose to do?” motions Cam to the campfire area. “Lets move over here.”

[2011/09/03 13:05] Crow (melchior.wardell) arched a brow when the girl rushes off. He made a mental note of it but didn’t chase her “So lad … why training ?” he asks as if he was discussing the weather.

[2011/09/03 13:08] Matthew Stillborne (boob.knibber) stands firm with his chest slightly pressed out with pride. “I am looking to further better my skills of steel. I’ve always looked to killers differently as a child.. not fearing them as much as I should.. but longing to be one myself.”

[2011/09/03 13:09] Crow (melchior.wardell): Why ?

[2011/09/03 13:10] Matthew Stillborne (boob.knibber): The fear and respect that comes with being an assassin.. the ability to move thru shadow like a leaf thru a breeze.. the hard work and determination it takes to make it through training.. and last but not least to find the people who have taken my father.

[2011/09/03 13:10] Elise (sonna.bazar) had come back all cleaned and smelling like wild flowers when she walked rushed over to Master Crows boots. She did not say a word, she just knelt beside his right boot, her back was straight her hands placed on her upper legs. Her gaze had not been higher then the ground before her as she whispered soft ” Greetings Masters”

[2011/09/03 13:11] Crow (melchior.wardell) frowns “So you seek vengeance ?” he asks while his eyes travel with the girl and rest upon her sharply when she finally kneels to his right. “Left girl.” he tells her.

[2011/09/03 13:13] Matthew Stillborne (boob.knibber) nods slowly still holding his face with lack of emotion. “Aye to a degree Captain. I understand that it may not be a right reason to become an assassin.”

[2011/09/03 13:14] Elise (sonna.bazar)’s face turned red, her heart beating strong within her chest as she did as told. “Girl begs forgiveness Master” she said nervously. She always was a bit nervous around him, but when she errored it would be even worse. She tried calming herself, breathing in and out as she listened, closing her eyes for a moment while her chin was upon her chest,sitting almost perfectly still.

[2011/09/03 13:14] Crow (melchior.wardell) regarded him “I think it would be the most terrible of all …. and as you are a warrior … or at least until you threw away your insignia … You would know that the mere thought to seek it is a very clouding one.”

[2011/09/03 13:17] Matthew Stillborne (boob.knibber) slides his foot slowly thru the grass, kicking at the dirt as he looks down to the girl taking her kneel. Matthew slightly smiles at her and diverts his look back to the Captain. “Why is it you ask Captain”

[2011/09/03 13:19] Crow (melchior.wardell) looked at him sharply “When there is the desire to vengeance or seek, there is an attachment … and in this case it isn’t gold.” he replied “Do you understand the depth of what I am saying ?” he placed his hand on the girls head. The grip had a firmness to it as if it was to remind him of something that he needed to address with the girl.

[2011/09/03 13:20] Matthew Stillborne (boob.knibber): Captain, do I not require an armband signifying the status of my training?

[2011/09/03 13:22] Crow (melchior.wardell) pointed “Kneel.” he demanded tonelessly “Your

question is out of line and hardly an answer to my question.” he tapped to his belt “You wish to be whipped or beaten ?” he paused as if to be sure the full meaning would be felt “I don’t like to repeat myself and sure as hell not my questions.”

[2011/09/03 13:22] Matthew Stillborne (boob.knibber): So Captain you are saying only to live for steel and gold? *Raises an eyebrow slightly peering into the man’s sharp look*

[2011/09/03 13:23] Elise (sonna.bazar) bit her bottom lip soft, preventing her from wimpering as she felt the firm grip on her head. She closed her eyes again, praying to her beloved Odin as she tried to keep her pose, the firm grip on her head a reminder she was in trouble. She opened her eyes again, trying to concentrate on the conversation between the new trainee and the master who held her in place.

[2011/09/03 13:25] Matthew Stillborne (boob.knibber) holds his hands clasped together tightly.. his forehead begining to sweat a small amount. Matthew swallows hard and without any expression blirts “I am sorry for not giving you your appropriate answer Captain. It was my mistake and will not happen again.”

[2011/09/03 13:27] Crow (melchior.wardell) eyes seemed to be without life. Perhaps they could remind others as those of a shark. Dark and without the reflection of his soul. “Your life might depend on it … that is for sure.” he mused as if to make himself a mental reminder of this “But when it comes to me and my caste brothers .. there is indeed very little but gold and steel. ” he looked down on the girl “You see this girl … tell me what you see ?” he asks, while he turns to observe the lad intensely.

[2011/09/03 13:30] Matthew Stillborne (boob.knibber) looks away from the man’s cold eyes and down to the slave. Matthew recognizes her and gives her a strait and emotionless look.. though his eyes still full of color and deep and rich of emerald green.

[2011/09/03 13:31] Elise (sonna.bazar) had looked up but a bit, Just enough to see the formilliar face of the man she was asked to speak of. her heart was pounding as she recognized it and at the same time she thought carefully on what to say. She took a deep breath of air as she answered ” Master I see a man who needs to learn alot”. She hoped it was an answer Master Crow could live with and wouldnt ask her more.

[2011/09/03 13:33] Crow (melchior.wardell) frowns “He needs to learn a lot … you say … Why do you think so ?” he asks while his eyes travel over the man’s appearance. He noted the man without scars and considered the lack of it a show of his skill in combat or lack of experience. But he knew that would quickly pass. “But wait … for a moment slave … ” he tells her to give her time to think. “Lad … what do you see when you look at this girl ?”

[2011/09/03 13:36] Matthew Stillborne (boob.knibber) looks down at the girl.. knowing now this is the girl from his childhood. The girl who lived next to him. His eyes slightly light up but, Matthew closes his eyes and erases that thought for a moment as he stammers out.. “W-well I see.. A slave whom is nervous and skiddish. A slave girl who is trying her best to please but is struggling to do so. She means well by the gentle look upon her face and the emotion in her eye. She is scared though.. “*Looks harder into her eyes* “Yes, scared.”

[2011/09/03 13:37] Crow (melchior.wardell) frowns “You see things and give them meaning, understand that it is your perception and not solid fact.” he looks down on the girl again “Now answer my question, girl.”

[2011/09/03 13:39] Elise (sonna.bazar)’s thoughts where racing through her mind. She hated it when she was asked to judge about others. she was reliefed she had been given some more time to think about her answer and at the same time she was curious what the Trainee would say about her. She pouted her lush lips a bit, wiggling her nose tip like she always would as she thought, her hands still placed upon her upper legs with their palms down. whe nshe heard the words she felt fire rise within her. How could he believe she was scared.. nervous yes.. she thought.. but then the fire calmed down and she knew there was a hint of truth in it. She closed her eyes and took a breath of air again before she spoke.. ” Master, He speaks before he thinks more then he thinks before he speaks.. He does not listen.. yet.. ” she said soft, her heart pounding in her chest

[2011/09/03 13:40] Alice (callie.claridge) curls a hand around the tree and peeps out from behind it, her freckled face dimpling, “Greetings, masters and kajirae.”

[2011/09/03 13:43] Crow (melchior.wardell) nodded in a way as if he gave the very motion tought. “Lad … You look down upon this girl and you see her fear … or atleast that is what you think you see. It isn’t what I asked, so I will for once tell you what I see.” he regards him “I see a man before me … his dark hair is tied behind him. His face shows some tension, which of course

[2011/09/03 13:46] Crow (melchior.wardell): I could … guess as to the reasons but I am a man of facts. I see him about.” he lifted his hand to signal the height “this high … and that wide. You move from one leg to an other and the clothes you wear signal me you are a seeker. Thus not yet accepted as a true trainee.” he pointed to the slave “This girl … we know lots off … she has submitted if it was in free will or not … and kneels as to signal such … She knows that her life can end at the mere thought of me making that choice.” he pointed to the man before him “That same position … You have now … You submit your life to me or any caste brother … that will teach you when they see you fit … or end it … when they think you are not. Only one out of ten make it … Why do you think You … are that one that is worth our time ?”

[2011/09/03 13:51] Matthew Stillborne (boob.knibber)’s jaw clenches slightly and his eyes narrow.. his voice slightly lowers, but maintains respect. “I know I’m worth the time, I will show why steel and gold are a value to my life and why I should fight for them, eat for them and breathe for them. I will take my beatings and the lashes upon my back for this right of steel and gold. I am prepared to face any challenge and any man who ask of me a task to complete my goal for the caste and its brothers. Most of all, I wish to further better my self and find a companionship among a cast of feared men, and know what it is not to feel fear myself.”

[2011/09/03 13:51] Alice (callie.claridge) smiles to all and kneels quietly in the high grass, swiping it out of her way a bit.

[2011/09/03 13:53] Crow (melchior.wardell) grins darkly to the lad “Than kneel before this girl …. and tell me what you see from that position.” his voice held a true demand “Now you might think I wish to make you submit … but don’t worry … I will never desire such of a man … since I rather dispose of those that are no true ones. But to show you that humility is very important. To understand that your life is at my mercy as much as is hers.”

[2011/09/03 13:55] Matthew Stillborne (boob.knibber) sighs and looks to the ground.. he draws the air in quick and looks around to the other people.. feeling mildly embarrassed as he steps towards the girl and takes a knee

[2011/09/03 13:56] Elise (sonna.bazar) listened carefully. The times she had spend with Master Crow had taught her there was always a lesson to learn. Still keeping her gaze on the colourful leafs on the floor she listend quietly to what the man from her past had to say. herheart was pounding in her chest, fear and curiousity and hope all mixed within her as she listens to the words. As much as she feared Master She loved him for the lessons he always taught her. Keeping her back straight, trying to stay in nadu.

[2011/09/03 13:57] Crow (melchior.wardell) regarded the lad that showed at least some promise when he complied. This mere test showed how far a lad would go for that admission in training. He noted Alice and acknowledges her with a nod. He awaited to hear what observations the lad would make from that perspective.

[2011/09/03 13:58] Alice (callie.claridge) gives the master a lovely smile upon his nod, surreptitiously reaching behind her to pull grass out of the way so it would stop poking her in the ass.

[2011/09/03 13:59] Matthew Stillborne (boob.knibber) peers into the girls eyes.. this time his heart thumped like a bat out of hell in his chest. Matthew’s forehead now beaded and gleaming with sweat as he reaches up and grasps the girls chin. He tips his head and peers into her eyes deeply then releases her face.. and looks about the rest of her body. “I see a simple slave who is helpless to the will of free men and any dominant person alike.. though now I am in her place and upon her level.. I now as well as her can have my life taken just as easily as she can have hers from this standpoint. It would be just as easy for you to kill me as it would to kill her.” Looks up at the man as he swallows hard, part of him hoping that this is satisfactory.

[2011/09/03 14:01] Matthew Stillborne (boob.knibber)’s legs begin to shift as he presses off of the ground. He slightly starts to stand as he looks to the man, waiting for the response

[2011/09/03 14:03] Elise (sonna.bazar) looked up but a bit, gazing at the chin of the Master as he knelt in front of her, telling of what he sees. She hated it but she knew better to show, she took a quick peek to the side, giving Alice a quick smile before placing her attention back upon the colourful ground, shifting her pose a bit

[2011/09/03 14:04] Crow (melchior.wardell) had posed casual all this time, which often made others think there was no real threat coming from him. But in a blink of an eye it changed when he pressed himself with the heel of his boot towards the lad and reached down to grab him at his ponytail and pulled his head backwards. There was no real force as to break his neck but enough to make it uncomfortable. Most often when you pulled someone hair they – out of reflex – would go with their hands towards it which made their often defenceless. His other hand flat was placed to his throat. If it had been a knife all of this would be life-threatening. “Your eagerness to learn, Your pose, Your show of respect, Your effort is all what will keep you alive.” he whispers while his own pose was bending forward “Now thank this girl for the lesson … and stand straight and ask for a task which … when you complete it will give you at least time to live a bit longer. With that he released him.

[2011/09/03 14:09] Matthew Stillborne (boob.knibber) stands immediately not making a move.. but when grabbed by his throat his insides lit aflame, his heart burning with rage but his mind focused on the man’s words.. after standing he rubs his neck and coughs lightly. Matthew then without hesitation looks down to the girl and mutters out quietly “Thank you, slave, for this lesson.” Looks to the Captain, with new found respect for the man, looks dead into his eyes, his face still gleaming with the sweat of nervousness. “Captain what is my task?”

[2011/09/03 14:10] Elise (sonna.bazar) bit her bottom lip as she saw the fast repsonse of Master Crow and peeked as He grabbed the seeker by his pony tail, She said nothing, but her heart was pounding in her chest, happy none could hear it as it was as strong as a dozen drums drumming at once. She kept her gaze upon the hand that was placed on the throat, swallowing softly as she remembered what she had seen happen at the lodge. A sigh of relieve would escape her now dry lips when she heard the words from the seeker and was relieved to see he had made it another day.

[2011/09/03 14:12] Alice (callie.claridge) looked up through her reddish lashes, listen and learn, her parents would always say…she looked impassively upon the interaction between the seeker and killer, knowing this man had quite a road ahead of him…she sighed silently.

[2011/09/03 14:13] Crow (melchior.wardell) was impressed with the focus the man showed. “You see that fire there.” he tells the lad “Consider that your life … “he pauses “You will keep it burning … defend it at all costs … since some might challenge you … or cun you to put it out. You have only that fire and your mind to defend it … ” he turns to the lad “And of course your bare hands. Consider this well … if that fire goes out … your life will be put out too. For three days you will keep it burning … and perhaps than the Master Assassin will see your true effort and gives you a spot in his training camp. Any questions ?” he asks.

[2011/09/03 14:16] Matthew Stillborne (boob.knibber) looks over to the weak fire.. he sighs slightly and his heart grows again.. nervous. He looks down to his hands.. empty and unarmed.. then back to the fire. Matthew feels an immediate weight placed upon his chest.. much like the pressure of a thousand lead weights. He nods slowly “Yes Captain, that fire will be a blaze in three days time. I understand this task fully and will not fail.”

[2011/09/03 14:17] Crow (melchior.wardell) nodded “Than proceed … and know … You will be tested in your determination.”

[2011/09/03 14:18] Crow (melchior.wardell) snapped to the girl “Stand.”

[2011/09/03 14:19] Elise (sonna.bazar) had heard the words that formed the task for the seeker and she was relieved that he would live another day. She was happy she didnt have to dig a hole in the ground and watched quietly as the seeker left to do his task. She heard the sharp order form the Master and immediately rose to her feet, not caring if it was gracious or not. Standing she placed her hands on her lower back, her legs lightly parted her gaze at her feet.

[2011/09/03 14:20] Crow (melchior.wardell) looked at her, knowing this would be a challenge for her too. “As you didn’t comply to my first command to approach I will give you a little task … ” he said to her “I wish you to take a bucket and fill it with water … and try to put down the fire of the lad that was tasked with it. “

The hunter warns but receives his in kind

Posted in Black Caste on August 16, 2011 by crow1971

[14:40] Camillus (razius) followed the Captain into the tavern, his eyes flowing respectfully onto the Killer, he nodded then went behind the bar to wash and wipe out a bowl and fill it with cold bosk milk, setting it on the counter for the Captain.

 

[14:42] Kushiel (seeker.tyran): taps his fingers against his arms as he ponders he almost enjoying playing with her but had not as yet made his mind up which way to lead, hearing the familiar steps of Crow glances up to him “Tal Killer, we have a vistor” his tone now even more playfull as he guestures to the woman before him

 

[14:43] Elicia (soulfulmistake) raised her gaze from her milk purely to take in the form of the men arriving. in a simple glace they were commited to her photgraphic memory. The greeting between the men was enough she knew this held the men that was of the caste. The manner she spoke upper english accent. “Tal.. Sirs. .” she said , her gorean was trained. almost to perfection but she went back to sipping her milk. “any more questions you wish to raise?” she asks the man

 

[14:44] Crow (melchior.wardell) nodded “I see … thankfully I didn’t loose my eye- sight while on the job.” he replied in his own wicked sense of humour. “Well let me guess … a story about a ship crashing on the rocks … a lost escort ?” he turns to the counter and unbuckles his cloak that he took from his shoulders and draped over the chair. “But please don’t tell me all the questions are done …. we … would enjoy some amusement.” he said tonelessly before taking his own milk fromthe counter.

 

[14:46] Camillus (razius) pushed his calloused fingers into his pocket, pulling out the orange sash, he began to tie it to his arm. He looked at the brown haired woman’s back and gave a smirk. He said nothing, prefering to take in the scene as the Killers spoke.

 

[14:47] Elicia (soulfulmistake) laughed for the first time tonight “Im sure you all hear such stories in places out in the dark like this.. how anyone finds this place on purpose.. i wont know ” she says in response to the man that spoke. Her being escorted was never questioned as she sipped the mlk not as good as what they had back home.it never was. the food on this world was often a dissapointment

 

[14:48] Kushiel (seeker.tyran): “an interesting Lady we have here Killer…of Port Kar it seems with no real idea how she got here” the smurk on his face clearly visable “she would have us belive she is not a slave but have you heard of any of Port Kar speak with such an accent?” he himself only new of barbarians who spoke Gorean in such a way as guestured to Crow as though over to you

 

[14:50] Crow (melchior.wardell) nodded “Yes well it is often not as much how one gets here … but how one leaves it … ” he pointed to the skulls “The undertaker has a liking of collecting those … So I guess not all return … in one piece.” he listens to Kushiel “Well considering what we deal with here … I suppose that it would be wise to … do what you do best if you do not trust her story.” he replied to him, having that sinister undertone that might not show much luck for the woman in question.

 

[14:52] Camillus (razius) had until now looked on stoically, but his face changed to one of a particularly dark interest. He took a rather bemused and callous air to the goings on, more interested in the technique of the dispatch should such occur than anything.

 

[14:54] Elicia (soulfulmistake) rolled her shoulders “I was dropped off here. of sorts” she starts. though the milk was proving too good to just let go. Her gaze fell to the floor, “Im sure there will be plenty added over the years.. even the weeks” she often got the Gorean and earth terms mixed. up somtimes it was done on purpose. other times it was a genuine slip. she slid the tip of her tounge over her lips “Ah well I was on my way.. going for the next ship up the river.. but well the man here” she hooks her thumb to Kushiel “spoke to me. and well his amazing personaility just drew me in for food”

 

[14:55] Crow (melchior.wardell) moved closer to her “I see.” he replied while he unsheathed his dagger “I fear luck has run out … You see … this place … is abondend for a reason … and I fear it has something to do with our lack of being polite to woman that are dropped off.”

 

[14:57] Camillus (razius) suddenly something reminded him of bosk and he pulled a piece of bosk jerky out of his pocket and began to chew upon it, as he leaned over the counter, watching with rapt attention.

 

[14:58] Elicia (soulfulmistake) rested the vessel down on the wood “luck has ran out?” she shook her head “perhaps.. ” she went to agree. the sound of the dagger being unsheathed was unmistakeable though she barely flinched. she had seen some horrific sights on the transport ship “Ah not being polite hmm?” she says in response “Well the man here was more than kind.. if nothing other than inquisitive”

 

[14:58] Kushiel (seeker.tyran): allows the corner of his mouth to turn up in what appeared to be a smjile in Crow’s direction, taking a couple of steps casually to his right he slowly draws his dagger from it’s sheath toying with it playfully in his fingers as he shakes his head mockingly to her… “you imply it was I who was hungry and wished food and a bath…. you become more irritating with each ihn” he says omitting deliberately the Lady…. “now shall we start again” it was not a question as such but an instruction and the one of his voice was clear… “and believe me when I say you should tell the truth this time”

 

[15:00] Kushiel (seeker.tyran) would wait for Crow to act if he wished, there was no doubt Crow’s way with questioning was direct and always seemed to get the required result…

 

[15:01] Crow (melchior.wardell) looked down on the woman when his hand shoots out to the loose locks of hair. The other hand held the dagger that he could use as a defense meganisme if she tired anything. In which case he was ready to counter. He was no fool to underestimate a woman in distress. He pulled her up very roughly, perhaps ensuring she would out of reflext try to grab her own hair. “You see ..we are known to be very patient … but when it comes to some things we are far from it.” he tells casually “You see I have no patience with woman … clearly not that go unprotected.

 

[15:04] Elicia (soulfulmistake) closed her eyes as the pain shot through her hair, the grip on her hair was tight rough. she was pulled to her feet. She wasnt stupid enough to fight the men. She was not trained nor conditioned for such. She knew the man was prepared for her. if she tried anything. “I answered the questions the man asked. He assumed I was a slave a runaway.. though i am dressed like an urt..There has never been a collar on my neck. and they promised to keep it that way” she replied. she showed a flicker of fear for the first time. She knew the men here were dangerous. she couldnt help the dropping off place. she was kicked out and left on her way

 

[15:05] Camillus (razius) let that sardonic smile of his slowly twist his mouth, a certain pleasure was felt in watching professionals at work and he’d known the Killer who wrapped his hand in the woman’s hair long enough to know how little patience he had in these matters. He coughed and offered in broken English, from what he could remember from his father, “Tell him you speak truth..now….or” he didnt’ finish the sentence.

 

[15:06] Kushiel (seeker.tyran) rolled the dagger in his hand allowing it to spin effortlessly over his palm as he stands casually aside, he had been patient with the woman but in doing so had made sure she was alone here… now he stood back watched the ease with which Crow handled her, it was a pleasure to watch and something he had done many times before usually with slaves… as she spoke there was one slip in what she said… “who promised to keep you that way?” automatically looking to Crow as he raised a brow

 

[15:07] Crow (melchior.wardell) kept her up as to ensure she was more occupied with balancing on her toes, to not get in more pain that anything “You speak very vagely … Who dropped you off?” he asks, ignoring everything else, it held no importance tohim what she was promised an what not. Neither did he care if she was collared or not, in this place such held no real value. He narrows his eyes “I have not yet heard any reason … to keep you undamaged or alive … You think I have any merci on your predicement or your condition … ”

 

[15:08] Elicia (soulfulmistake) snapped to the man that spoke her mother tounge “I speak truth..” she says to him in her upper class accent. though in the same instant she filcked back to the gorean. this time “i seek no mercy for my predicament” she reponds back to the man “My task is not here. this is meerly a point for stopping through.. and I can see.. that it is no longer an option.” though she was held like she was she said to the first “I think that bath is out the question now. ill get it at the next port”

 

[15:08] Camillus (razius) thought to himself, upon hearing the Killer’s words about mercy that the ending of his own sentence could just have easily left off with an “and”

 

[15:10] Aya (ayasha.catteneo) follows her Master in on almost silent bare feet, curling down and bowing her head “greetings Masters..” her voice whisper soft.

 

[15:10] Camillus (razius) nods with respect to the entering Killer and the slave that he knew well, but kept his silence otherwise as the situation continued to progress.

 

[15:10] Crow (melchior.wardell) shook his head “I fear that was the wrong answer.”he replied cooly. He pulled her with him to the fire. His hand hand tangled in her hair and held her scalp in a firm grip pushing her face dangerous close to the fire “Let me warn you that I don;t repeat myself very often … so … Why would I allow you to continue your travel … ” he said still keeping

the dagger as to ensure its quick use if she tried anything.

 

[15:11] Kushiel (seeker.tyran) ‘s head turns to Cam as he speaks English, it was something he himself was a little familiar with and he gave him a slight nod in acknowledgement of what he was trying to do…. His head turning to the doorway as the Killer enters.. “Tal Killer” he says with a nod before turning his attention once more to Crow and the girl as he drags her to the fire…

 

[15:12] Arian Clip nods his head as he see crow in a silent greet of respect .. he see he arrive in bad moment he rise his hand with his palm open and resum at a general greeting….”tal ” he sayd as he make a small pause…”tal crow” he add witth his same low and casual tone of his voice

 

[15:13] Crow (melchior.wardell) held the woman tight, and didn’t turn tothe greeting. Very sure that they would understand he needed his attention with the woman that now might understand that he was not kidding as to her life … She faced death right in the eye.

 

[15:16] Aya (ayasha.catteneo) peeks up and over, biting at her lip and staying quiet for now, shivering faintly at the tenseness in the room.

 

[15:16] Elicia (soulfulmistake) just took a deep breath as she was dragged to the fire. She was aware of the grip.her feet just bumped along the wooden floor, the mud dropped off them . she was still caked from her walking through the woods. “You have little reason to let a woman do anything” she replied at first. she flickered abck to the things she had been trained and it seemed none had prepared her to be infront of a fire with an assassin. she searced the room looking for a man. someone that bore the mark. “There would be no point in reasoning with coin ” she started. for ones she did not have a calculated answer for the men. the flames were starting to burn against her cheek “Ill vanish and be on my task if you let me go..Just let me go on my way please.. i wont bother the men here at all.. no harm was intenended” she said

 

[15:18] Kushiel (seeker.tyran): turns to Arian “my applogies the girls seem to be busy elsewhere at present but I am sure your girl can find her way round the kitchen should you wish some refreshment after your journey” he says moving to the counter and picking up the milk his girl had prepared earlier knowing full well Crow had the matter well in hand for now

 

[15:19] Crow (melchior.wardell) pushed her closer, the hairs that were before her face were giving that smell of burning. “Oh … but you fail to tell me something that gives me any reason to keep you alive … You think I only kill for coin ?” he asks but it wasn’t so much as a question as a statement. The lodge – his hide out – his basis would be protected fiercely and if his guesses were anywhere near to what he already learned his thoughts to murder were very reasonable. “Now … I warned you … and yet you again failed to answer. You wish me to ask again ?” he asks.

 

[15:20] Arian Clip shake his head slow seeing a man in black present appologize for the lack of slaves in the tavern.. his low tone of his voice can be hearded again as he spoke…”you must be the inn keeper?”he ask somehow retorical as make no mouve from his place where his stand… Kuori is not decide yet if he will stay or sail again back to his more important travels

 

[15:21] Camillus (razius) devours the rest of his bosk jerky, killing it off in a single bite as he listened the the woman beg; a sight that he was becomming all to familiar with of late. He wondered many things about the woman but wouldn’t verbalize them…yet……that sense of foreboading….it began to eat at him once again.

 

[15:23] Elicia (soulfulmistake) heard the hiss of her hair burning before the smell met her nose. Her breathing changed. she panted. this was too close literally to the heat than she was comfortable with. She had been toned the conditioning had taught her to tolerate much more than she needed. She was prepared and trained even marked. for the life after her task. all things she knew.she looked up to the man that held her “i beg you not to kill me.. please” though the latter being whispered. her knees were shaking. as she kept her pose best that she would beable to. “You could allow me to travel again to spare your floors of my blood being shed. to stop the servents of the inn clearing up the mess of my mistake..” she attempted some form of reasoning

 

[15:23] Kushiel (seeker.tyran): chuckles to himself as he hears the woman speak “may be a night in kennal is in order for this one, she may find her tongue to your questions then” as a smurk crosses her face “failing that she would make a nice snack for our pet out in the shed” knowling it had been a while since he had received a treat of such fresh flesh.

 

[15:26] Aya (ayasha.catteneo) glances around as her Master slips away into the shadows, biting at her lower lip before turning back to watch the other Masters, giving a small bowof her head to the one behind the counter.

 

[15:27] Crow (melchior.wardell) perhaps sighs … or not it was something that was hardly giving much motion, but as the girl failed to answer he moved her face closer to the fire. At times a flame might lick her own flesh and with it the pain was proberly unbareable. He didn’t ask her again as to who … or what her task was, that question had been asked now more than once. His grip had become even more rigid, he wouldn’t satisfy with a reason and as he learned her to be an uncollared barbarian and having dealth with agents of Priest Kings and Kurii he could guess to what side she belonged. In this time … she was clearly in the wrong spot on the wrong time.

 

[15:28] Kushiel (seeker.tyran): inclines his head to Arain “no the Inn keeper is not around at present” he did not need to explaine himself his caste colours a clear indication of his business

 

[15:30] Camillus (razius) crooked his hand to the girl on her knees, a small acknowledgment of recognition and he once again canted his head to watch the skill with which the Killer worked the girl closer to the flickering hot flame. He tried to speak in English once again to let her know she was on less than shaky ground, “Hot water…hot face.” but wasn’t sure if he was using the right words.

 

[15:31] Elicia (soulfulmistake) felt the fire burn her flesh. it was almost as intolerable as the time they marked her thigh. she closed her eyes. she done all she could to withhold the cry of pain. the heat was intermittant, the flames seemed to dance over her cheek a torment int he way it would engluf her if needed to be. she whimpers “There was many. his name.. was.. simply Master” though she suspected he knew that it wasnt the gorean master of slavery she spoke of. it was something entirely different indeed “he promised my proteciton for the information.. ” she nods “My business does no lie here.. I must return to port kar.. he willcome looking for me.. ” she saysin a voice filled with fear

 

[15:33] Aya (ayasha.catteneo) glances back and forth between the one behind the counter and the girl, understanding the words but giving a glance up to her Master as he returns, staying quiet and lowering her gaze.

 

[15:35] Crow (melchior.wardell) now roughly pulled her back and placed his dagger to her throat “I have shown you more patience than I would have with many others. ” he tells her while the dagger seemed to draw blood from her skin instantly. “You see … I gave you the benefit of the doubt that you were free as you walk without a collar, you didn’t answer my question and with it … You failed to give me any reason to keep you alive.” his voice had become very grim. This wasn’t something he enjoyed, but the protection of the lodge or stopping an agent on a task was important enough to disregard his own feelings when it came to taking a live. “Who ever comes to search for you … can’t be one that we aren’t yet ready to welcome.” he said almost hissing to her as this vicious serpent that would snap its fangs into her flesh. His dagger than made a very strong one swift swing in which he tried to slith her throat. He would cut the main artery that would instantly made her loose blood rapidly.

 

[15:37] Arian Clip grins slow as he understand fast the scene in front of him… didnt want to intrerupt anything as well as he didnt want to be part pf anything he dont consider it will be worth he snap his fingers to his slave as he turn on his heels and aim to the doors…”come aya” he wisspers…”we will return another day” he add

 

[15:38] Camillus (razius) studied dispassionately the physical movements of the Killer as his blade moved to the quick of her throat and his own thought was, “Where are those extra rep cloths?” knowing he would be the one disposing of the body without slaves nearby.

 

[15:39] Kushiel (seeker.tyran): smile had become ever wider, he had a sardictict side to him that few had seen as he observed Crows skill with the woman, he wished it was his hand in her hair and the fun that Crow was having, but his girl had run him a bath so looked forward to the pleasure of a different kind “have fun Killer” pausing breifly “I look foward to hearing the outcome another time Gold and Steel” he passes then turns and nods to the lad and the girl who accompanied Arian before making his way towards his bath and the pleasues of his animal

 

[15:40] Camillus (razius) nods to the Killers and girl as they departed and busied himself with the pulling of rep cloths from the drawers under the counter.

 

[15:43] Elicia (soulfulmistake) held still as she found her eyes to meet his, they held little emotion as the dagger was placed to her thoat. she shook her head. “Zarendargar will come. he has risen again! eh will have no mercy ” she knew what was coming though she had not expected this here. she had hoped her call was heard

befoer the blade slit through the flesh of her neck. She stood there in a state of shock perhaps unaware though fully aware at the same time of what had just happened. her lips parted “General Zarendargar will come” she mutters as she shrinks tot he floor. the blood spilling down over the dirt drenched fabric of her clothes her eyes closed as the life started to drain from her body. she glance dup perhaps praying to the men that brought her to this world that they would come save her

 

[15:46] Crow (melchior.wardell) had no fun in all of this and perhaps would have growled to Kushiel that showed a sign of something he desprised in killers. Lust for blood wasn’t a skill and often gave no consideration to what they were doing. However he himself understood that eash was their own being. That his dreams were haunted with those that whispered of all his wrongs was a well kept secret. Perhaps his warrior upbringing had ensured that within him. When he felt the woman tried to shrink to the floor his grip upon her didn’t yet released. His next motion was again swift where he stabbed her right in the heart in a diagonal manner that allowed him to miss the breastbone. The dagger had been moved in his hand within a blink of an eye to allow him such. The kill was swift, with no detaining. Her words confirmed as to his guesses and he simply knew they indeed would be more than ready to welcome the one that came to seek Raven.

[15:50] Camillus (razius) threw several long cloths over his shoulder to keep the blood from working into his own clothes as he moved toward the now slumped and bloody girl. He felt the cold shiver move up his spine as she spoke of a General…there it was…that dark and cold sense of foreboading, like a dagger to his own heart, but he would show nothing on his face as he moved to stand over the body, a particular interest in watching her eyes change to determine the point of actual death.

 

[15:50] Crow (melchior.wardell) placed the body now on the floor and waited untill he was sure that life was indeed drained from her. It was afterall his profession to be sure and not leave things unanswered. He checked for pulse and even felt if breath was leaving her. The pool of her blood stained his clothes and boots, but for some reason he didn’t seem to be that much bothered. “I saved you from much worse … travel well to the city of dust.”he murmers to her. Perhaps for a moment there was some regret in his eyes.

 

[15:50] GM 4.02 shouts: SoulfulMistake Resident has been killed by Melchior Wardell

 

[15:52] Crow (melchior.wardell) lifted himself up and looked at the lad “Feed her to the sleen … and make sure he has everything … ” he said grimly. “The hunter will come and search for two now … and I doubt he would enjoy to find her bones somewhere.”

Wandering kajira …

Posted in Black Caste on July 21, 2011 by crow1971

[13:18]Wandering Pink Kajira looks up  hereing noises from the forest to suddenly see a Master before  me!

[13:18]Wandering Pink Kajira eyes wide in fear as I look  to him

[13:18]Wandering Pink Kajira “Tal Master”

[13:19] Crow (melchior.wardell) moved with stealth while he stopped in his  tracks “So … what do we have here … ” he mused while  his lifeless eyes took her in. HIs demeanour was far rom readable.  “it seems to be a wandering kajirae with  courage.”

[13:20]Wandering Pink Kajira I tremble with  fear at the sight of the stranger having been taking abck by his  sudden appearance I drop quickly

[13:21]Wandering Pink Kajira  keepingmy eyes lowered for fear of my very life,..the unknown fate  which awaits…..he stands quietly there in the shadows,….I feel my  heart pounding

[13:22]  Crow (melchior.wardell) seemed to be  unbothered by her fear, her trembling or that she knelt. It happened  all the time in a way – call it professional hazard. “What  brings you here slave ?” he stated and there seemed to be this  sinister edge that demanded an answer.

[13:23]Wandering Pink  Kajira trying hard to present to him the words he is seeking,…I  struggle to free them from my throat…”I …I am seeking a  homeee Master”

[13:24]Wandering Pink Kajira having  travelled far as I come upon this dark forest,….it seemed  unoccupied and a place of sanctuary,…biting her lip*

[13:24] Crow (melchior.wardell) arched a brow “And you think to find it  in these woods ?” he said, although amused he kept his voice  leveled and devoid of any warmth. “I guess that  ome can be very  permenant if you would run into the undertaker.” the sounds of   screams seemed to come from all kind of places in these woods.

[13:26]Wandering Pink Kajira: “I…I am not sure  Master, slightly gazing up at him,…trying to glimpse him,…knowing  alone slave is a bad fate……I try to remain composed yet clearly  he knows my fear

[13:28]  Crow (melchior.wardell) kept her  sharply in his vision, perhaps something one would try to ecape at  all costs. “You are not sure ?” he asks. His hand rested  casual on the hilt of his blade, a loyal friend that had been there  in most killings in one way or an other. “I can assure you these  woods hardly offer shelter for a girl that – tries to escape her  owner ?”

[13:28]Wandering Pink Kajira: the dark forest  keeps speaking the sounds of night,…with haunting echoes from the  ridge,…the sky darkens,…as the Master remains  fixated

[13:30]Wandering Pink Kajira: yes! Master I am  unsure,…for I have no guidance, nor a Master,…

[13:30] Crow (melchior.wardell) frowns “An unowned slave that was  capable to travel all this way … You see me as a fool … girl ?”  he replies sharp.

[13:31]Wandering Pink Kajira: feeling as if  he doesnt believe a lowly slaves words,..I swallow hard as his hand  reaches for his sword, th elight it throws is  blinding

[13:31]Wandering Pink Kajira: wonders why he say  that,…far*…..all my journeys seem far to me,…

[13:32]
Crow (melchior.wardell) narrows his eyes “I will pretend not to  have seen you … and give you 5 beats of my heart – let us hope it  keeps beat – for you to leave my eye sight and never get nto it  again if you wish to keep your life.” he pointed in the  direction of the docks. “I will count them out  loud.”

[13:32]Wandering Pink Kajira: looking up again at  him t his time more boldly, assuming it may become the last face that  she ever sees

[13:33]  Crow (melchior.wardell) starts to count  “One.”

[13:33]Wandering Pink Kajira: shuffles to her  feet

[13:33]Wandering Pink Kajira: and heads towards the  direction he has directed her

[13:33]  Crow (melchior.wardell)  continues “Two.”

[13:34]  Crow (melchior.wardell)  keeps counting while he watched her carefully”Three.” and  took a deep intake of breath to remain cold and on the beat of his  heart “Four.”

[13:35]  Crow (melchior.wardell) wanted to be sure that the girl understood her predicament and he shouted for once “Five.”

Murder underneath trees

Posted in Black Caste on April 20, 2011 by crow1971

 

[03:00] Crow (melchior.wardell) chuckles, which was far from his nature. “The hat was a gift from my lady.” he lied “She makes me wear it on travels because it keeps the sun from my eyes and it helps to keep my mind warm up here.” he jested. He took the hat off but made sure the hair would still keep his mark unvisable. “You wish to talk business here ? Or shall we go in the long hall ?” he suggested.

[03:04] MARK was swinging his sword in lazy arcs as he practised. He fancied himself an excellent swordsman, as rumour has it, and he rather enjoyed the way the sunlight glinted from the raised blade. He speaks to him as he idly swings “Well, the hat does you no real service. I think if I was you, I might have it off when I left the home and her eyesight. Women can be…prickly over such things.” He jests. He looks around as he lays the sword against the tree. “Well, privacy is always best when theirs business.” He says, really, not answering.

[03:07] Crow (melchior.wardell) chuckles at his words, having studied the man while he swings his sword. It was important to measure his strength and for now that was one to be reckoned with. “She is an excellent housekeeper.” he leans in closer to create an atmosphere of trust “and an amazing fuck.” he whispers. The light of the day was fading and with that his covered mark even more hard to see. “Yes … well I wouldn’t mind to just inspect some trees before night truly falls. Just to tell you about those I wish … and we can set a price over a good mug of mead ?” he again suggested. His pose of the casual man, showing his open palms even to underline his non-threatening position.

[03:10] MARK gives him a knowing chuckle. “Good house and a good fuck. Sounds like you struck gold there, my friend. Myself? I tend to keep to the slaves. I find a lady just has too much of a mouth on her. If your’s is so good, perhaps she has a sister!” His shoulders shake a little with the mirth as he gestures towards the trees. “A walk will do me good anyway. Sets me up for a nice relax over my dinner. As long as you are buying the first mead, then I’m all in. Lead on, sir.” he says, waiting for Crow to head for whatever of the forest he wishes to see.

[03:12] Crow (melchior.wardell) laughs, as if he was the good-natured bloke he posed to be. “Well the cold can strike viciously outside the gates, I hope you won’t mind me to get my cloak first ?” he asks. The blade positioned to the tree he tipped with his boot “I wouldn’t want you to go unarmed yourself Sir ?” again to pose in a non threatening way. It was Crow that would not kill a man without giving him at least something to defend himself with. Call it his honour or overconfidence.

[03:15] MARK nods as he picks up his own cloak from the ground. It hung in his way when he practised, so he always removed it. “That sword is a newer design. I’m not quite happy with the weight of it, to be honest. I’ll not be paying out for it until the smithy gets it right. Never fear though.” he says, giving a dramatic clap to the outside of each of his boots. “Daggers are well in place. No outlaw or other such trouble maker will bother us, I feel certain.” He pauses as he waits for Crow to be cloaked…”Say, I heard about a slave market over in Sais. I might set out for there next week. Meant to be some good stock there. Interested?”

[03:20] Crow (melchior.wardell) nods before he had quickly gone back to get his gear. Perhaps he had missed his true profession that of an actor on stage that needed to dress in another set within little of seconds. The long black furred coat, disguised now his fully livery. The blades well hidden under it as were the daggers stripped to his thigh and the bracer’s that held the knife that could snap when the button was pushed. The crossbow to his belt was there but would be useless unless someone might pursue him when he had done his deed. The cloak seemed like a tent when he paused before the man “Ah .. good Sir … I fear I am not that well with blades. Even the misses tells me I am more of a thinker.” he again jested. He brushed down his cloak dramatical “Slaves … well if this deal goes well … I might have the coin to spend … perhaps she can make this cloak more my size .. It feels like it is meant for a huge larl.” he hoped the man wouldn’t be suspicious. In this stage all would come together. Had he build enough trust that w

[03:20] Crow (melchior.wardell): ould make his story plausible. He quickly waved his hand in a very gracious gesture “Shall we … sun doesn’t seem to wait on us.”

[03:24] MARK answers the waved hand with a wave of his own. “By all means. The sun, as you say, waits for none.” He walks easily with him to the woods, chatting along with the foot falls. “I was thinking on seeing if I could take a chance on an exotic or two. There’s good money in a well trained exotic. I thought if I got one for a low price, I could increase the coin by selling her off in Ar.” He looks at Crow’s cloak with a raised brow. “It’s gonna take more than a slave to fix that, my friend. I think should the deal go well, you should just spring for a new cloak. That one… well let’s just say, it should go the way of your hat!” He slaps the odd tree as they pass them, commenting on growth. “It’s been a late season for everything. The snows stayed with us a little too long this year.”

[03:30] Crow (melchior.wardell) frowns for a moment, of course very much aware of the trade in Ar. It hadn’t been that long before he had visited Ar. “You must be a man of wealth.” he said chuckling keeping up his appearances “I myself have seen those … beautiful … and rare … but unskilled in making you a good bosk steak.” she snickers “But I fear I am not that much of an expert on slaves, my employer however might.” his eyes study the trees as if they held a true interest. He had of course kept track as to how much they both were still visual. He walked a little deeper into the woods, the shadows helping him “What about this one … could it be cut ?” he asks while he studied the floor. There was enough on the floor to kick up and blind the man for at least that first seconds.

[03:34] MARK shakes his head to Crow’s observance of wealth “No, not too wealthy, but a great gambler, and sometimes it pays off. I thought to buy low and sell high. If I’m lucky, I can make a fair bit extra. I have a kitchen slut though, and she does cook very well. Well she cooks well or she gets the hide stripped off her. She rarely disappoints. I’ve allowed her to run a bit chubby, as I’ve always felt that good food comes from someone who likes the eating of it.” He throws him an easy smile and kneels down to check the base of the tree. Again, he slaps the trunk as he does so, as if testing a melon. “Aye, it’s a good one. Reached good growth, and seems to carry no rot. Will be of good use.” He says, tilting his head back to scan up the trunk.

[03:36] Crow (melchior.wardell) frowns “How can we be sure that this tree is indeed a good one. You know my employer is a rather nasty bastard … can we strip some of the trunk to see the wood ?” he asks while he casual seemed to make this little pile of dirt before his boot.

[03:38] MARK pulls the knife from his boot as he speaks “Well it looks OK to me, but anything for the coin, yes?” He starts scraping the blade down the trunk to slough off some bark “This’ll blunt my blade some. I’ll need to stop off for my sharpening stone when we get back.” He says, as he strips bits of bark. “it’s looking pretty good to me. Good building timber, this.” He nods, approvingly, and considers doubling the price as Crow seems a little easy to fool when it comes to matters of business….

[03:42] Crow (melchior.wardell) when the man has reached for his dagger and used it on the tree. He knew one hand (the one that would be used to swing a blade strong and swift enough) held the dagger. The dagger was easier to overcome than the blade. He kicked up the dirt at the moment the man was facing him again. Crow hoped that the man would be blinded, perhaps unsure as to what happened. His hands seemed to come out of hi cloak one had pushed the blade of his bracer, the thin knife seemed to snap out of it instantly. Swiftly Crow would try to get behind the man to press his other hand to the marks mouth so his screams would be muffled and unheard in the settlement that was clearly out of hearing range.

[03:45] MARK’s hands reached instinctively for his eyes when the dirt came up. He was a bit slow to connect, as he said “Bandits!” as is first thought was that he and Crow might be attacked. It was only when Crow put his hands on him he connected the dots quickly and was trying to say ‘Unhand me, you rogue’ but the words would be muffled under the hand. He struggled, swinging widely with the dagger, to no avail, with the blindness of the dirt and the fact Crow was already behind him.

[03:47] Crow (melchior.wardell) pressed the thin knife against the mans throat and his knee kicked him in his lower back with enough force that might break his spine. “Seems your life has been paid for.” he said and his voice now held that sinister edge of what he was. The hand remains on the mans mouth but when he forced him backwards his mark was for now clearly visual “A strong man … meets a strong killer.” he whispers.

[03:49] MARK’s eyes go wide, and the struggle that would have been quite powerful was aborted with the kick in the lower back. It was all he could do to breathe now. A muffled sound came from behind the hand. An offer to pay him… to buy back his own life, perhaps? The muffles grow louder as he does, indeed, make a desperate life saving move, and tries to offer coin. That’s the only word that can really be made out in the noises.

[03:55] Crow (melchior.wardell) had faced this scene more than he could count. The man clearly unable to harm him by the well aimed kick dropped to the floor before him, he crouched down as to accommodate the knife that was still at the mans throat. The dagger he had been holding might cut him but he quickly stepped on the arm so it would remain lifeless. “It seems a man of Olni doesn’t agree with your life.” he said while he now moved the thin knife over his throat in one swift motion. The force of the knife which was sharpened the night before slit through his throat easily. The blood gushed out as he cut the vain that was located there. He held his own position and would wait for the blood to be pumped out of the mans body. The main artery was cut too with a second well aimed cut. Time was now his enemy knowing that if he took to much of it men might be alarmed and start their search.

[03:56] MARK’s body only jerked once, then fell to stillness as his lifeblood flowed. He simply was… no more.

[03:57] Crow (melchior.wardell) watched while life would drain out of him and only lifted himself up when he was sure the man was gone to the city of dust. The next part of his task was one he didn’t look forward too. He still reached over to close the mans eyes. Perhaps to safe him the horror of what would come next. The pool of blood was quickly gone on this soil, but perhaps would attract sleens. He reached for his blade after he pushed the knife back in his bracer. HE lifted it up before he would give that swing with so much force that he would decapitate the mans head from his body.

[04:01] Crow (melchior.wardell) noticed the head bounce a few times when it was cut from the rest. The mans facial expression of horror and the surprise as to what had happened seemed to still show. Crow sheathed his sword again and took the bag that was on his belt to open it so he could take the head by its hair and put it in there. “A man of the North lost his life between his trees with slave flesh on his mind.” he looked up for a moment “I hope you will have many in the city of Dust.” he murmurs silently before he gave a final glance over the scene to be certain that no clues on who he truly had been were left. It had been purely business, nothing personal and even in this there was even that show of respect the man would be honoured with. Nothing was taken only the head as mere evidence that he had done as agreed.