Crows Murder

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.

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”

[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. “

[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.”

[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.”

 

[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.

At times you sit there in wonder as to what all has happened and how one should proceed. Those moments of reflections are at times those haunted dreams that can keep one awake, and I would be dishonest if I said mine are any different.

 I am fully aware that I wasn’t born to be this killer. I know I wasn’t destined to be ruthless and cruel to others and yet I know that my life has taken a change in the past that justifies that what I am today.

 When I found my companion and children killed by the Kurii I have not given myself the time to grief over the loss I experienced. Still I know that even if I had, I wouldn’t ever be the scarlet I was before. How could I follow blindly when the Ubar that was in command was such a fool and only out to claim more regardless of the consequences it held for those that lived under his leadership.

 Perhaps some might think I had it all and threw it away without any consideration, but what would I have owned now if I had just accepted the life of a Scarlet that would go of to war, simply because the Ubar told me so? I might still have that red, that makes me look more handsome than this black. I might have found this new and amazing companion to build up a family again. But what kind of man would I have been?

 Somewhere between all these thoughts and questions, I know that what I am now is the man I wish to be. Even though I regret that taking lives is needed, it serves a purpose. The Ubar I once followed so blindly made me experience this for myself.  Yes, I take lifes for gold. Not because I feel the greed, but because if there wouldn’t be any high price, people might call upon us sooner. Perhaps their reasons would be far less honourable than they are now. Truth to be told, that I don’t hold my clients in high regard, most of the time. They take perhaps the easy route, while there are still other options left.

 I am aware that many of my brethren aren’t so picky to who calls upon their profession. Perhaps it was my luck that I am able to be this way, since in my time there weren’t that many that were in this dark and sinister trade. I have earned my living more than once and for gold I don’t have to bother.

 And now I am here, looking over a river that seems to be quite telling in how I feel. The current most deadly and the screams from behind me seem to cry out murder. An atmosphere of restlessness that seemed to be here was the reflection to my inner feelings. I would smirk or laugh to those that think we have no emotions. What fools they are to think that we don’t hold anger, resentment, rage, care or even love.

I know that behind me in the most sinister tavern there was this man, my old mentor when I redid my training to get the desired book. The old mentor had returned and since I never forgot how he had trained me before his sudden departure, I can’t help to feel blessed to be in his presence again. Perhaps he is more the man I wished to be than the cold and merciless Serpent. Both mentors had their own talents and skills and I wish I could say I have them both, but the skill of Serpent in handling steel, I can’t match.

There are only a few that I respect in these high regards, Sol and Scar are two of the five that I have in this position of looking up to them. Even if I had my own share of what comes with the caste, these men seem levelheaded and brutally honest to what should be considered the training of the Caste of Assassins. They share the same dream I have and with that I have this hope that with the right minds it might get back to business again.

I am aware that this dream might have different views or thoughts as to what the dream really entitles.

If I had to share it or speak of it, I would say that it is the true council of the Caste of Assassins. A place, where all killers that have proven their worth by their book, come to debate and discuss topics. That place where we can set the standard as to what is right and what might not be. The one spot where everyone leads and everyone listens to what another has to say. Each voice should be heard to reach eventually something that can be considered the true way of the Caste of Assassins.

Of course I am aware that some of the men that are my brothers in the Caste are far from willing to compromise. They are fierce and cunning men, harsh and uncompromising. They are all men that have to face death and deal with it in their own personal way. Why would they wish to unite and share their views when there is none able to demand such? Why would they use their precious time to politics when they can rule their own turf in the way they see fit?

I guess there is the difference between those that share the dream and those that don’t. So perhaps although I have faced the darkest sinister scenes and yet I am in my heart still that young boy that scared Bosks by spreading his arms and calling them names. An idealist, a fool or perhaps just someone that wishes to prevent what once was. That the caste of Assassins will be outcasted again, since none dares to look at themselves but rather point to others where they go wrong.

And now I face these strong currents in this river. Hear the screams of torture that hold that fear for death. I stand here, alone and I feel that inner beat of my heart that so desperate wish to work on that dream once again. I know I have made enemies in my time, even with some in my own Caste. But with this trust that the men here in this present have all the skills needed I would like to vow my blood to those that carry the dream.

 

[12:22] Anjali Cazalet (anjali.cazalet) gave a faint nod, her eyes sweeping about the room as she remained perfectly still. She listened again for the sound and where it came from below in the house. Turning to him she spoke quietly, ‘Kaiila interrogated him about various things regarding who you had been around, where and all. To try and pinpoint where this comes from.”

[12:22] Severus Koskinen (severus.koskinen): “I see” he said motioning her to continue

[12:26] Anjali Cazalet (anjali.cazalet): Giving him a nod she continued to listen for sounds of someone coming up the stairs and rose up to stand while still talking as if nothing was a miss. “It was then I learned of the, familial similarities.” she glanced to Severus and said softly, ‘I was not aware.” she took a step and moved to where she could see the stair well, her hand lifting her skirt to draw the quiva free. She made not a sound as she spoke to him, her voice clear and lacking intent. “I believe she intends on tissue samples, blood and beyond that, I do not know.”

[12:27] Crow (melchior.wardell) didn’t wish to pry in what seemed to be a private conversation. He ponders while looking at the view when something triggered his attention and he looked up the stairs.

[12:28] Severus Koskinen (severus.koskinen): His eyes narrowed, if she were anyone else she would be on his list to silence permanantly for what she knew.., his lips thinned at her words and then he responded to the last “Yes that is what I expected from her.. ”

[12:30] Anjali Cazalet (anjali.cazalet) cast sparing glances to the doorway and stair well. She would at least manage some noisy defence if an unwanted visitor found out about her guest. She turned back to him and caught the look. He never did hide his displeasure well. She simply smiled at the man. If he didn’t know by now she’d never betray him or others of his family, then he didn’t know the woman at all. “I believe she and I shared some common thoughts, granted though, I am no physician. I think I assimilate by osmosis.” she teased a moment and glanced back at the doorway, her brow furrowed wondering who had made the sounds below.

[12:32] Crow (melchior.wardell) had no intent to snoop around or make his presence a secret and started to pace. The footfalls were perhaps silent but taking not much note of his weapons they gave that sound that betrayed his blade and daggers.

[12:33] Severus Koskinen (severus.koskinen): “I may be old as sand here but even I can hear those light steps, you should see him up, after eighty years I could recognise those feet anywhere.. ” he said dryly

[12:35] Anjali Cazalet (anjali.cazalet) arched a brow and nodded, reaching to her skirt and raising it again to replace the quiva in its sheath. She knew he meant Crow and turned to head for the stairs, stopping at the top and calling down, “Killer, come up. He’s awake.” Light steps carried the pee pod of a pixie size woman back to the room and went to take another bowl from the cabinet. “Does he drink blackwine as you do?”

[12:36] Crow (melchior.wardell) arched a brow and walked towards the stairs before giving a glance as to be sure none would see him going up.

[12:37] Severus Koskinen (severus.koskinen): “Yes the bastard is always stealing my supplies” he said his course scratchy voice light on the air as he seemed to try to force it out through protesting lungs

[12:38] Anjali Cazalet (anjali.cazalet) had allready slipped out of sight and was busy filling the bowl from the carafe. She held it up to Severus, ‘More?”

[12:38] Crow (melchior.wardell) chuckles overhearing the last of their conversation “hmm… it seems he isn’t that bad in his health hmm…” he taunts while he of course noted instantly the terrible condition he was in. “Hmm…that grey should go … it hardly suits you.” he kept his voice leveled while he tried to reason and ponder on the things he was told.

[12:39] Anjali Cazalet (anjali.cazalet) looked from Crow to Severus and back, then approached the younger and handed him the bowl of blackwine. “Welcome.” she offered softly.

[12:40] Crow (melchior.wardell) dipped his head respectful when he took the bowl “Thank you.” he replied gallant as ever.

[12:40] Severus Koskinen (severus.koskinen): He shook his head, it had been a struggle to eat the broth and the bread remained almost untouched.. His eyes turned to Crow, he detested him seeing his form like this and soon looked away “I trust you are well killer” he said forcing the words out with as much strength he could muster, yet it still sounded scratchy to his own ears. “Yes well I could always use that black dye the fisher women sell to unlucky sluts that grey early ” he mused then shook his head

[12:41] Crow (melchior.wardell) nodded towards Severus “I feel well, but I fear that won’t do you much good at this point. I beleive there are some concerns that might keep you from your grave old man.” the words didn’t hold the tease but were sincere and perhaps as a son would speak to his father.

[12:43] Severus Koskinen (severus.koskinen): “There are always concerns weither they are mine is another matter” he said with a smirk.. “But tell me of them” he said forcing the words out as well as he could

[12:44] Crow (melchior.wardell) chuckles darkly “Well it depends how many you have sired. As I believe the physicians fear for the entire caste … because of what you are facing.” his brow arched “I of course know of several but have not spoken of any of them … as it is not my place … to do so.”

[12:44] Anjali Cazalet (anjali.cazalet) set the carafe down and replaced the stopper then turned to look at the two men a moment. Like some crimson and gold statue she stood there and remained quiet as they bantered, not involving herself in their words. Her eyes went to the doorway and then to Crow. “I can bring you a chair, if you wish, Killer.”

[12:45] Crow (melchior.wardell) smiled to the lady and it seemed to be sincere “Thank you, but I rather keep on my feet … ” he waved his hand “However if you wish to take a seat please … do so.” he said graciously.

[12:49] Severus Koskinen (severus.koskinen): “None of my brothers have been aflicted, it is rare.. and my father never suffered only my grandfather.. ” he recalled aloud.. “As for sons you are my eldest and there are very few others, due to my selective ways only those twins by that woman when I was of the Red have I sired and I think one is dead and the other a fool” he said not mentioning her name, “And what of you.. have you been spreading your black spawn through Gor Crow?”

[12:52] Crow (melchior.wardell) frowns as his past was not one he had shared a lot and clearly not when he changed caste. “Ever since I am in the caste I haven’t.” he started while he now gave an intent look to the regent “But before … Yes …” his eyes seemed to darken of the painful memory “The only one I know that was alive … I have lost in Salernum … and I am still unsure if she ever made it through the kurr attack.” he held her name silent.

[12:54] Anjali Cazalet (anjali.cazalet): The woman remained silent and even distant perhaps as if removed from their conversation. She did turn and lean towards Severus, her voice soft as that of a lover. “If you will pardon me. I will take the bowl down stairs and get some liana vines.” Standing aright she smiled and bowed her head to Crow and slipped passed unobtrusively.

[12:55] Severus Koskinen (severus.koskinen): “Ah yes” he said knowing the woman he spoke of, he had known of that for some time.. “The women have never been affected nor thier progency.. only direct males.. it seems, if she is alive she and any children have little to be concerned over.. ” he said hoping that would ease his mind, the subject of family was taboo in the caste, that did not mean in dark places they did not speak of it to trusted ones, however trust between assassins was a fragile thing, “As have I not sired since joining the caste it is most unwise ” he said solemly

[12:57] Crow (melchior.wardell) nods slow “Well you tried to beat that in to any of the lads brains.” he stated with a slight of amusement. “Again … I don’t know what to think of this. ” he added truthfully “If this is the same as Solomon we know there is a remedy … if it is not … and someone was able to poison you … I fear you have lost that what makes us killers … unable to keep ourselves safe.”

[12:59] Severus Koskinen (severus.koskinen): “I do believe this passess down the male line It killed my grandfather and great grandfather if my records are correct and two great uncles.. ” he said sounding almost sure of himself

[13:00] Crow (melchior.wardell) nods “I have told the physician she can do some bloodtests if that helps to determine what this is about … if there is something else needed, I will of course do what I can to be sure it is delivered.” he promised “Again … if this is about you loosing life … it needs to be you that tells how to continue … not some women that might feel this a way to obtain a position that secures her in the caste.” he didn’t mean the regent but Kaiila having noticed her very often with the BC.

[13:03] Severus Koskinen (severus.koskinen): “She does tend to be around when assassins are in need” he mused “Just keep her on a tight reign this does not spread past this room” he said sternly, though his voice was hoarse

[13:04] Crow (melchior.wardell) arched a brow “In truth … I don’t feel I am the one that needs to keep her anywhere … I am sure she is aware that any word of her will make her take a last breath soon.”

[13:07] Severus Koskinen (severus.koskinen): “And the regent is a valuable ally ” he said not using the word friend “I would be irritated to lose that connection but she must remain silent of course..and I believe she knows this more aptly than any other ”

[13:08] Crow (melchior.wardell) nods thoughtfully “She is to be trusted she has shown that on many occassions. In truth I trust her more than Kaiila.”

[13:11] Severus Koskinen (severus.koskinen): “Aye but you were not the one drugged and dragged here by that sneaky she sleen” by his tone it was obvious he found the sittuation irritating but admired her daring.. few would attempt such on his person.

[13:12] Crow (melchior.wardell) nodded but held his grin to himself this time. “Either way … since the woman is not here and I have obligations else where … is there something I need to do or can do ?”

[13:12] Anjali Cazalet (anjali.cazalet) would snort and mutter of course, if she heard the surly scoundrel’s words. And she didn’t drag his gnarly scrawny arse either but took great care. Next time she’ll drop him on his head.

[13:15] Anjali Cazalet (anjali.cazalet) returns just as noisely as she can up the stairs and then appears with a towel, a bowl of hot water and a cloth. The steam rising up visible even in the island’s humidity. She stood there behind Crow and cleared her throat before slipping passed him to set the bowl on the cabinet.

[13:16] Severus Koskinen (severus.koskinen): “No.. just give Kaiila what she needs and keep an eye on her and the samples. I dont want ehr deluding herself this is some new poison sent to destroy all masters, and if I do not survive I would like a pyre with only one there to say goodbye I do not want a huge croud like the ones I have attended.. ”

[13:17] Crow (melchior.wardell) nods slow “Hmmm are you sure … I met that woman … Jessy … with another relative of yours.”

[13:20] Severus Koskinen (severus.koskinen): “Oh” he said masking his interest “Has Saccius returned from the arse end of nowhere?”

[13:21] Crow (melchior.wardell) arched a brow “Saccius .. oh no …Lucien I think the man is called … one of the Alaar .. ” he shook his head at the memory “Shouted his need for a killer one time in Ar.”

[13:25] Anjali Cazalet (anjali.cazalet): The woman could have been a mute for all any would know. She never spared a glance further to the two speaking but went about her business. The cupboard was opened and another towel was retrieved and both then set to the cot beside the wrinkled old man. The tray she used to bring up the broth and blackwine found new purpose as the support for the large bowl of steaming water that now sat beside Severus. The coarse cloth was laid there on the edge so he could tend to himself as he wished. Though she did pause to look up at him and offered a faint, “Kaiila demanded.” and that was all she said.

[13:25] Severus Koskinen (severus.koskinen): “That sounds like him, ” he mused , “He was the youngest, I was a man by the time he was born would follow me around carrying my shield ” he said with a very rare smirk almost a smile, “He was far more jovial than I found the fun in any sittuation, he also took the blame for our fathers murder, he is not subtle in any sense but he is always direct and a demon with a blade he nearly took arm off one time”

[13:26] Crow (melchior.wardell) grins “You want him notified of where you are ?” he asks perhaps giving him a chance to meet him and the woman Jessy who had been an important part in his life.

[13:28] Severus Koskinen (severus.koskinen): “I wonder what he is doing with Jessy, that I had not anticipated” he said his mind formulating over that strange turn of events. he glanced at Crow, “No that will not be wise last think I need is Jessy screaching at me that will most certainly kill me off, I had once thought I could set her on candidates instead of the stand.. ”

[13:29] Crow (melchior.wardell) laughs “Oh I am sure … they would have some run for their part.” he nods “I need to depart … but will check in regularly … and if there is anything needed … sent a messenger … ”

[13:29] Severus Koskinen (severus.koskinen): “As for Lucien .. no he has not the mind of a killer and as he is now Alar that also proves … interesting. and perhaps usefull.. ”

[13:30] Anjali Cazalet (anjali.cazalet) stepped back to the hutch and stood there with her back to it and her eyes set upon the two men with an impassive glance.

[13:31] Severus Koskinen (severus.koskinen): “Aye Gold and Steel Crow and do not be concerned you are far to lucky a bastard to be aflicted with this I am sure.. ”

[13:32] Anjali Cazalet (anjali.cazalet): She offered reverntly to Crow a bow and solemn, ‘Gold and Steel, Killer.” Her smile rose to the emerald fires, genuine and sincere.

[13:33] Crow (melchior.wardell) inclines his head “It seems weed is hard to kill hmmm…” he bows to the lady “Thank you for your care and if there is anything needed find me.” he faced Severus again “Gold and Steel .. and let us hope the PK have bigger plans than leaving you grey and skinny.” he laughs and turns quickly to leave not giving him time to give him some snarky reply he was used too.

[01:33] Severus Koskinen: “i should have drowned him at birth. ” he muttered incincerly

 

[13:25] Crow (melchior.wardell) entered the room and noitces the man standing there naked “Where is your girl ?” he simply asks having a thought on the issue. Than as if by magic he spots her in the window. A quick flick of his fingers towards her made her clearly aware she needed to enter.

[13:25] Savir (soren.davidov) took the blade form the girl and slipped it back into his bracer at the same speed in which it was produced.

[13:27] emiko (nevva.nightfire) slips closer to the winder, her she could not help herself, she was inquistative and wanted to know if her Master was still alive and what was happening in the office…. Trying to be sly as she looks though the window she swallows seeing Crow gazing in her direction…. Cursing under her breath at the careless nature of her approach she does not look into His dark eyes but pretends she had not noticed….

[13:28] Crow (melchior.wardell) stepped towards the window and pushed the seeker roughly aside. If he would have to flick his finger again … her life would indeed end rather quick. His arrow in this close range would break the window and make the hit still lethal. The small click of making it in his reach quickly was perhaps the only thing to learn for those in the room.

[13:29] Seeker Tyran (seeker.tyran) listens carefully to all that the Killer stated and simply nods “I have none at present his voice composed although his body was not, but he endured the orders and remained true to his goal, that being to be trained in the black arts, seeing the Assassin enter the room he greats with a simple “Tal Killer, my girl is in the City where abouts I do not know” then his eyes spot her as he his pushed aside

[13:30] Savir (soren.davidov) cocked his head to the side and asked the seeker “So you would have your slave spy on us while we conducted our business?” he inquired darkly.

[13:30] emiko (nevva.nightfire) lets out a held breath, her body filled with excitement and terror as she peeks once more through the glass seeing her Master naked within… lips curling into a smile momentarily before noting Crow’s inritated gaze upon her and the arrow held carefully in place… moving at speed she turns and heads for the door of the Office, she knew she was in trouble now but dare not try to run…

[13:32] Crow (melchior.wardell) again pushed the seeker aside when he steps to the door. In one swift movement he opened the door, reaching out and grabbing her roughly while he pulled her in the room. He didn’t allow her to kneel while his other hand kept her up. There seemed to be no compassion in his eyes. Everything he did, he did with purpose and his pose showed he was hardly done at this point.

[13:33] Seeker Tyran (seeker.tyran) “what she does, when she has been dismissed from my presence, as she was before I entered the office, is her choice, I instructed her to disappear” his voice full of supprise as he sees her enter the room, a look of discust in his eyes

[13:33] emiko (nevva.nightfire): /mes small hand lifts with a shake as she goes to open the door and slips within as it is flung open, falling to her knees and parting slender ivory thighs she places her wrists crossed behind her… “Greetings Masters, greetings kajira” she whispers, her eyes kept lowered as she tries to control verocity of her beating heart…

[13:34] Lyrael (toinette.levee) sits quietly at Savir’s boot, surveying the scene as it plays out infront of her. She was wide eyed that the slave took two tries to come in to Crow. If Lyr had been brave enough to defy a killer, she would not be sat there now. She would still be running. Her eyes go from the seeker to his girl and to Crow and back again. She’s close enough to lean on Savir, but she doesn’t as he’s still blood spattered.

[13:36] Crow (melchior.wardell) had of course heard the words of the seeker, but he had heard so many excuses when it came to their slaves. But he knew this slave and was very aware of her skills. He reached out to grab her long dark raven locks and twisted them around his fist. Uncompromising and without compassion he moved her so she would face her owner. his other hand reached between them while a button was pushed and a small knife errupted from his bracer. “Tell me maggot … is she yours ?” the question posed as if there was a hidden motive behind it a clear test perhaps ?”

[13:37] Savir (soren.davidov) watched the master assasssin and remained silent, as he had the situation well in hand, but remained poised and ready, shold the seeker attack Crow.

[13:39] emiko (nevva.nightfire) trembles visibly under His grasp, His eyes as dark as ever she had seen them frightened her to the bone, she dare not look around the room to see her Masters reaction to her spying, she knew how stupid she had been and no doubt would pay for it in one way or another…. Standing on the tips of her toes as she desperately tries to hold herself in one place she says nothing, He no doubt knew why she was there… suddenly the knife was at her throat and her eyes glazed over as if to protect herself from what might happen, the pain from His grip flowing over her… her training coming into play it was as if her own life did not matter even to herself… He was a Killer and would do with her as He wished

[13:40] Seeker Tyran (seeker.tyran) eyes remain narrow as he stares at the girl “that animal is nothing, other than to be used as a slave should be used” his anger towards her disobedience fllowing through him “do with her as you wish” knowing it was his life or hers

[13:41] Crow (melchior.wardell) traced the knife over one vein that showed her increased heartbeat. “Tell me if she was of no value … why would you even have her ?” his question again one with meaning.

[13:43] emiko (nevva.nightfire) tries to swallow, her mouth dry as if she had been lost in a desert… sea green eyes narrowing as she hears His response, even though she had expected nothing less, it was hard to hear from any owner that they did not care if you lived or died…. Shudders runs down her spine as the sharp edge floats over her skin…

[13:47] Seeker Tyran (seeker.tyran) “I am no fool, I know a well trained slave when I see one, and one as unusual as she is a rearity on Gor, I had been watching her for many days in Fina when her Master offered to sell her… she is a beauty but I wish to train more then I wish to have this slave on my chain” he said watching the girl shiver

[13:48] Crow (melchior.wardell) trusted the blade towards the seeker “If that is true … carve her breast … but first.” he pauses for effect while he still held her secured against him “Tell me with what you would carve her … what symbol you want her to carry ?” again the question with intent.

[13:51] Lyrael (toinette.levee)’s hand unconciously headed up to her wounded shoulder. The pain was still fresh enough for her to grimace at the thought of what was about to happen to the girl. She risked a look up to Savir, but then her eyes fell back on to the scene playing out before her… facinated.

[13:52] Savir (soren.davidov) slipped the quiva back from his bracer, not the bloody one, and began cleaning the dried blood from underneath his fingernails, watching those before him in silent witness. He wondered if the seeker would carve the girl up or not.

[13:55] emiko (nevva.nightfire) feels her lungs expand with a fast intake of breath, she had not expected Him to mark her, to draw blood with the dagger, perhaps she had been away from the darkness for too long it had softened her a little, bright green eyes glazed with tears close momentarily as she waits for His reply, hoping He might think of a way to convince the Killer it was better she was alive… but her hopes were not high… He had to prove Himself and she was only a slave to be used as they wished…

[13:55] Seeker Tyran (seeker.tyran) ‘s eyes slyly dance around the room, hearing the Killers request “she already wares my mark that which is of unkown markings on Gor” unsure of the Killers question “you are above me Killer, tel me what mark you wish to have engraved upon her breast, I will carve her if that’s what you wish but surly she is worth more un-scared” he pointed to Savir “the Killer mentioned I was to sign her over” reaching out his hand in ready ness to take the dagger from him

[14:00] Crow (melchior.wardell) hears him and there seemed to be a moment of consideration if the words were spoken in bravery, foolishness or truth. With a flick of his fist he made her small frame turn so she would face him. The dagger he had held he had pulled back from the seeker and now hilt seemed to be towards the girl “Temptress … have you heard his word ?” he asks her intently his eyes seemed to be as daggers to her own “He has marked you with an unknown mark, making others wonder what mark you carry … which makes them perhaps feel you should be avoided, killed perhaps.” he said to her tonelessly. “He has casted you off as if you were nothing … tell me ..” he pauses for effect “since he is naked …what do you wish to have carved upon his chest ?” again a question with intent ” and if you fail to answer or suggest anything I promise you this entire sentence will be carved deeply … which might not allow him to live.”

[14:01] Savir (soren.davidov) shrugged at the man. “Dont pawn your problem off on me seeker. Your attempt at mis-direction, is however noted.” he said simply as he cleaned under his fingernails, watching dried blood flakes drift to the floor. Watching Crow before him do his work, his face still empty, seemingly bored with them.

[14:03] Lyrael (toinette.levee) takes her cue from Savir, and starts scratching off the dried blood that clings to his boot. She’s adding her own little flakes of blood to the ones that are dropping from Savir’s blade. She’s intent on this task as a way of keeping busy while listening to the exchange. Besides, Savir was a mess, and it was in her nature to want to clean him up a bit.

[14:06] Seeker Tyran (seeker.tyran) ‘s eyes remain narrowed as he watches the Killer stood before him trying to gage his every move, while he pushes his deep emotions for his girl deep down within him so as to show no sign of compassion to her, this was a test that he must pass, it was her life or his and he would not give his life for a mere animal. His eyes scan the floor as though looking for something but remains quiet and calm, the Killer had turned the situation round, he was testing her loyalty to her training and her Caste

[14:07] Crow (melchior.wardell) noted a killer enter while he kept the girl well secured by her hair and the dagger hilt facing her steady.

[14:07] emiko (nevva.nightfire) struggles slightly as she is turned… her emerald orbs pleading as they gaze up to Crow, He was not one to be gentle with slaves but it was worth a try she thought as salty tears overflow and cascade down her flushed cheeks…. she was angry at being thrown aside so easily by her Master, but she did not wish to see a Free Man scarred on her account… her mind raced as she tried desperately to think how to answer… “my mark is but a brand Master” she starts trying to form her words in her head before saying them… “most would not notice anything unusal when it is compared to my back”… she was trying to convince herself of this also, she had not thought it might cause an issue when He had done it… “if it would save Him from further marks or blood I would that you mark Him near His heart that it remind Him of me” she had no choice but to choose…. He had chosen to have her thrown aside… she would try to save Him from major blood loss

[14:08] Savir (soren.davidov) looked to the killer as he entered “Tal Killer” he simply said, himself covered in blood, from a recent kill he had not had time to wash off of him yet.

[14:09] Seeker Tyran (seeker.tyran) notices another enter the room unsure of how to respond due the situation he was in nods “Tal Killer” are the two words that leave his lips, not wishing to offend and have a knife in his back for doing so

[14:09] Ronin Renilo (ronin.renilo) opens the door lightly having heard voices on the other side. The sight that greets him from within is one that is not at all unfamiliar to him though the pressence of the slave is something of an outlier in his exerpience. Noting her position in the hands of the Master Assassin he can deduce well enough the events leading up to the present. With a nod to the killer’s present and thin smirk pulls at the corners of his mouth as he acknowledges them. “Killers…” he says mildly.

[14:10] Ronin Renilo (ronin.renilo) pushes his hood back over his snowy locks to reveal features that seem fixed in scorn as they regard the seeker. He glances the from Crow to Savir. “Did the sleen excrement just speak? To me, no less?”

[14:10] Lyrael (toinette.levee)’s head whips around at the familiar suond of her Master’s voice. As Savir outranks her Master in this city, she stays where she is, but puts a questioning hand on his boot… asking silently if she can go to Gyrs. She does not speak aloud to greet Gyr, as she would not wish to interupt the MA at work… but she shoots him a sunny smile, and flexes her arm a bit to show him that she’s fit as a fiddle.

[14:12] Savir (soren.davidov) flexed his foot, gently nudding the slave, without giving her further notice or word. “I believe the sleen excrament, did indeed speak to you…killer” he noted flatly. “At least i think he was talking to you, for he would be ever dummer than he looked if he were greeting us again” he noted casually.

[14:14] Seeker Tyran (seeker.tyran) hearing the words spoken about him decides its best to remain quiet, but had learnt that its best to wait until spoken to in future as he ignors the comments but remains vigulant

[14:14] Lyrael (toinette.levee) takes the nudge as permission to get next to Gyr. Without a word, she moves silently around the unfolding scene and folds down to her knees at Gyr’s side. She leans in to whisper “Tal, my Master.” very softly, hoping her words travelled only as far as his ears.

[14:16] Crow (melchior.wardell) again seemed to give a thorough consideration to her suggestion. Of course he knew her well and knew she would snake her way out of anything that would compromise her or him for that matter. Her training had been thorough and she still seemed to have that edge. He pushed her towards Ronin while he lets her hair go. “Gyr … keep her secured.” he tells him while he turns swiftly towards the seeker and his eyes roam his naked form to see if there was any tension he could observe. The dagger now seemed to face the seeker again. “A carve near your heart … it seems your girl trust me enough to get that close hmmm… perhaps I should carve it with … fool – maggot – ” he dipped his head to the others “Anyone have suggestions ?” he asks and although it perhaps was his cruel way at the expense of the seeker it was all about endurement, keeping cool and the first tests to see him worthy of any of his time.

[14:16] Ronin Renilo (ronin.renilo)’s face catches the questioning glance from the slut and his face hardens with the quality of volcanic rock. She needs no permission to be at the boot of her owner. The snap of his fingers should be signal enough of the fact. Then, addressing himself to unclothed seeker before him, he approaches and circles about him once, giving a small scoff upon completion of the circuit. “Clearly you put care a great deal for your appearence…” he says, his lips dripping with mockery. “Well formed sleen-dung remains sleen-dung.

[14:18] Savir (soren.davidov) tiled his head and began to name off names. “maggot, sleen, trouser snake, captain winky, bosk shit, dung heap, stain, moron, dink, tippy, florence, slave, bastard, stinky, winky, slug, slime, parasite, entrails” he muses on still cleaning under his fingernails with his quiva.

[14:19] emiko (nevva.nightfire) keeps her gaze intent on Crow, feeling weak as she waited for His response and then suddenly spinning as her body is pushed hard towards Ronin… , all was a test, she knew that, the problem was that the test could always end in death… more so then not around Killers… the conversations of the others in the rooms seem to swim in the background as she trembles before Ronin, she would rather it was her cut with the blade then her Master but she had not had that as an option…

[14:23] Seeker Tyran (seeker.tyran) listens to all that was being said and the insults that were being thrown at him, seeing the Killer approach, tensing slightly as the dagger is pointed towards him “mark as you wish Killer” his voice remaining calm, he had been left with no choice, no sane man would dare take on three highly trained Killers unarmed and he wished to learn to a sly and cunning as them, he could only stand and wait for the outcome

[14:24] Ronin Renilo (ronin.renilo) shoots a glance down at Lyrael…there is reproach in that look. Catching the dark-haired slut by the hair, he spins her back to him so that he might slip his forearm into the crook of one elbow and slide it across her back to grip the bicep of the other, effectively neutralizing her arms. Crow’s suggestion provides distraction enough, however. Noting the slave’s discomfiture he breaks into something the seems almost a horror to his face–a smile. “You needn’t worry yourself so, slut. The Master Assassin’s often been regarded as something of an artist with his blade…Albeit the compliment might have been referring to a different genre.

[14:25] Lyrael (toinette.levee) sits in silence and worries her bottom lip with her teeth. Her long standing habit of rubbing the toe of her Master’s boot when she’s fretting or thinking is in play at the moment. When Gyr turns the girl, Lyr impatiently pushes the sluts foot away, as to not interupt her need to rub….

[14:28] Crow (melchior.wardell) noticed the tension but kept it in his mind while his eyes seemed to hold that dark nothingness that made him often hard to read and very dangerous. “Kneel, maggot, face towards the window.” he tells him and there seemed to be no room in a debate on the matter “I will spare you the mark that will be often visual to others but …” he paused while he waited for the seeker to not face him any longer and winked towards Savir behind him “but I have to keep word and will carve you with two hearts. I am sure they will heal eventhough perhaps leave their marks for a long time.” he stated. He balanced his dagger and as it had been his killing dagger knew it would be sharp enough for the clean cuts he would inflict … eventually.

[14:28] emiko (nevva.nightfire) lets out a small whimpering sound as her arm is held securely, she was not stupid enough to protest at His hold and as her eyes close for but a moment she slows her breathing a little… at least she no longer had a knife at her throat… barely noticing the push upon her foot by the slave she lifts darkend lashes to watch what Crow did next, she knew what Crow was capable of…

[14:32] Savir (soren.davidov) finished cleaning underneath his fingernails and simply watched the scene before him unfold and slipped the dagger back into his quiva. His fingernails were already clean but the rest of him was still spattered with blood. And he just got everything clean from the person he killed the other day. Oh well, a slave’s work was never done, he watched the seeker intently to see if he obeyed.

[14:32] Seeker Tyran (seeker.tyran) maintains his composure as he hears the Killers commands, turning towards the window his head remaining straight refusing to be intimidated simply does as he is asked, his mind and body preparing itself for the feel of the blade as it enters his skin, he takes a slight inhale of breath

[14:36] Ronin Renilo (ronin.renilo) was rather innured to the constant pressure of his slut’s fingertips worrying at his boot, however odd it made them appear having one toe constantly shining whilst the other was properly weathered. With the seeker facing the window he cannot see what “artistry” the Master Assassin applies to hopelessly raw material of the seeker’s body. Through it all he catches the scent of the slave’s hair and, smiling thinly, indulges in it, inhaling deeply, though his eyes never leave the scene before him.

[14:36] Crow (melchior.wardell) took time before he crouched behind the man. Perhaps he took this time to make the stresslevel of the man rise or betray by some increase of the pulse he noticed in the vein in his neck. “One heart … as that of yours that owned a slave he had to let go for what he desires.” the blade now placed to the footsoul of the man where the point slowly punctured the skin. Of course the cut wouldn’t be too deep to make it lethal or have this huge spill of blood. Crow was not a true artist but even a child could see it was one heart that would clearly make standing on this foot be uncomfortable or very painful.

[14:38] sparrow (camille.cannned) knocked three times, discreetly and then walked in. She looked about at the gathering and tried to invisigly enough heel her Master murmuring a low, low “Tal My Master, Master, lyr”

[14:39] Lyrael (toinette.levee) looked around to find Sparrow, and offered her a winning smile but keeps silent. Her Master has not told her to greet, and this just ain’t the time to be cheeky

[14:39] Crow (melchior.wardell) hears his girl but remains behind the man while he tried to carve a nice heart on his footsoul. “Tal mine … what do you think … does it look like a heart ?” he asks her. He gave a quick signal to Savir and Gyr to keep the man steady as his cruel intention would become more painful with his next action. The signal indicating to restrain the man if he would try to avoid the skillful cuts.

[14:40] Ronin Renilo (ronin.renilo) glances to the door at the appearance (and a decidedly outlandish one, at that) of sparrow. His eyes linger a moment, one brow tracing a slow path upward as incredulous humor rises from somewhere just below his ribcage. Indeed it takes a moment for him to remember precisely what it is that’s happening here. That mirth could wait for later.

[14:41] Savir (soren.davidov) looked on as Crow carved a heart in the sole of the man’s foot, he would feel that in the morning. He saw the look from Crow and stood and walked casually over to the man’s side, reaching down with a srong hand, he grasped the man’s left shoulder and dug his fingers in, intentionally pushing his middle finger into the pressure point there and pushing, as he applied equal pressure with the thumbside to the back and pushed down with steady pressure on the man, his touch not to be confused with the warm snuggly kind.

[14:42] sparrow (camille.cannned) too glanced at the naked man…so, he had sought and found. She gazed up as her Master indicated her a wound upon the man’s body…she canted her head and perhaps cruelly, but for now she must be cruel, she said “not quite my Master, but hopefully it will heal and leave no scar…?” it seemed her tone was almost questionning, like she was…concerned.

[14:42] emiko (nevva.nightfire) brushes her tongue out over her dry lips… she had forgotten how badly being around Killers could play out and she wished her Master had stayed away from Ar…. Not wishing to watch as Crow’s dagger pierces the flesh upon His foot her head moves back a little towards the Killers chest, if He did not hold her she would sink to the floor in a crumpled heap she thought… hearing sparrow enter and the conversation between her and her Master her eyes open more fully….

[14:43] Seeker Tyran (seeker.tyran) exhales the breath he took as the knife enters the sole of his foot, the pain raising throw him, his heart beating faster as the adrenalin kicks in, his hands starting to perspire with the tension as he fights back all the feelings of hate towards him, simply remains as still as he could, he was not prepared to show any fear or pain, he was proud of what he was, even a maggot has can have some pride as tries to retain his posture

[14:43] Lyrael (toinette.levee) noticed her Master sniffing the hair of the slut he held. While her smile remained firmly in place… sweet as pie to all that could see, she dug her fingernails briefly in to the slaves toe. Lyr could be an evil wench when the mood took her… After the vicious pinch, she went back to rubbing the toe of Gyr.s boot….

[14:44] Ronin Renilo (ronin.renilo) glances from Crow to the girl he presently restrains and shrugs, releasing her arms. “Keep her out of the chocolates, mine,” he mutters has he gives the slave a small push in Lyr’s direction before striding to the seekers side, seizing his wrist and drawing it out till his arm is straight, pointing his elbow to the ceiling and locking it firmly, his forearm laid perpendicular to the elbow to ensure it didn’t bend again.

[14:45] Lyrael (toinette.levee) nods to her Master’s order, a cruel smile playing at her lips, while her voice comes out honied. “Yes, my Master. Of course.” she says, patting the ground next to her. “Sit, slut… ” she urges sweetly, ready to pinch again without so much as a reason.

[14:46] sparrow (camille.cannned) observed too now the girl she had seen once with the seeker, she had not been able to see her face until Gyr pushed her towards Lyr…she shuddered, she knew well that her Master becoming a seeker meant but one thing: she would, perhaps for a long time, change hands.

[14:47] emiko (nevva.nightfire) feels the hard pinch from the slave and as she is turned towards her by the Killer places with determination her foot to graze the girls leg, she had bigger things on her mind at present… her life…. So would not react in such a manner as to attract attention from the Masters… slipping then to her side she gives her a brief smile, the girl was well trained obviously and wouldn’t be fooled but that was not her concern at present…

[14:48] Crow (melchior.wardell) looks at the dagger and his work “Mine I am sure there is some ink in my cabinet bring it.” he asks her while his dagger moved to the other foot. “This heart will be a symbol of the girls heart that tried to save your life. ” he tells while again the dagger did his work. The cut viciously slow as to be sure that the man could feel every inch of it “I will grant you one promise.” he added while his eyes take note of his unskilled artwork “I will claim the girl and gift her to you … if you ever make it out of training alive.” he grins grimly. The slave was a true temptress and to own her and keep her from sexual pleasures would be his sweet vengeance.

[14:51] sparrow (camille.cannned) rose to her feet and as she directed herself towards the cabinet quietly she heard him speak the words he did…he was claiming the girl…she tripped over and winced and blanched..clumpsiness was not something her Master or any of the men who were in that room tolerated…She clenched her fists and when she reached the cabinet she hastily pulled out of a draw, a small bottle of black ink…as she returned to her Master she was thinking how much she would have to get close to the seeker to ensure that he becomes a candidate but too that he survives his training: they now had a common interest.

[14:52] sparrow (camille.cannned) handed him the tiny bottle, uttering a low but rather dry too “Here my Master”

[14:54] Seeker Tyran (seeker.tyran) ‘s breath starts to quicken as he fights back the pain, the burning that is emanating from his feet, raceing through his body, his veins beginning to pulsate under the pain “the slut will pay for this in due course” he mutters under his breath “maybe another brand on your silken skin will be in order” turning his to glare at her, while thinking that Crow has done this many times before

[14:54] Ronin Renilo (ronin.renilo) frowns slightly at this promise. Perhaps it was to do with the fact that no such promise had been extended to him he at least convinces himself that it relates more to the principle of the severance of all ties with one’s past life that is a requirement, in his memory, from all seekers. He gives no voice to these thoughts but perhaps hte look she shot the Master Assassin would speak well enough for him. Finding himself rather irritated already, the commotion caused by sparrows two left feet draw from him deep amber glare and perhaps a bit more pressure than was necessary upon the seeker’s limbs.

[14:55] emiko (nevva.nightfire)’s eyes widen as she hears Crow’s words, her heart beating quickly once more as she takes in the news that she was to be His…. Her head swimming with thoughts before they settled upon one… she had teased Him mercilessly when He was a candidate in training, knowing He could not touch her He had named her the Temptress…. He was to get His revenge at last… her body ached at the thought of not being able to feed the fire in her belly as she shakes her dark raven locks a little…. She was alive… she should be happy…

[14:57] Crow (melchior.wardell) took the bottle when he was done with carving hearts in his footsoul “Thank you mine …” he said while he winked to her. He knew her well and her thinking. She would learn soon enough that she had nothing to fear of this. “Killers hold him … this will … erm … hurt.” he tells them. The ink was of course the one he had been given by T. it would only show to those killers that held the other chemical component. The carves would show of course but this liquid held a a chemical component that would hurt as hell while it burned the skin to make sure the blood would stop flowing but the skin wouldn’t heal for a hand. The carve would remain his entire life but only killers would see who had marked him. He poured the liquid slowly over the feet and closed the bottle handing it back to his girl.

[14:57] Savir (soren.davidov) stood silently, keeping steady pressure on the man’s shoulder as Crow worked, wondering if the man could even feel his feet. If someone were cutting on him he would be screaming and not talking. I guess he was just a big sissy like that. He quickly dismissed the thought as he watched Sparrow trip and fall. He wondered if her recent injury would grant her any clemancy with her master, not out of kindness, but simply out of having her treated again and having to be without the girl at full capacity.

[14:58] Lyrael (toinette.levee) pats the girls shoulder in mock sympathy…”There there…” she whispers, a little meanly. The girl had commited the major infraction of smelling nice enough to be sniffed at… And Lyr is a vicous wench when it comes to it. “I’m sure once the fires are gone, someone will still want you.” she whispers very softly under her breath….

[14:58] Savir (soren.davidov) heard Crow as he spoke and grabbed the man’s arm, almost putting his elbow into a joint lock, in case he started to struggle, the hold on his sholder would not be adequate.

[14:59] sparrow (camille.cannned) did not let her gaze show him anything when Crow winked at her, but her heart was beating violently and it was quite possible that already she was making schemes to…say…maybe have the other girl disappear mysteriously…she was hot bloodied, not a mean person, quite sweet even and with a big heart but when it came to her Master she was very, very, veeeery competitive. She took the little bottle back from his hand and kept her eyes down, only too scared that he would read her too soon…

[15:02] Crow (melchior.wardell) studied his work and nodded before standing “Men … drag him up to his feet.” he stated casually “What do you think … one full day in the middle of Ar … standing of course … to see if he even got balls ?” he suggested while he snapped his fingers to Emiko “Slave approach.” he demanded while he turns to Savir and Gyr “This one … was … during my training one of the slaves that was trained by Nightshade … she is one of the few girls that passed training and was of the caste for a long time .. tried to tempt me while I was of course held by celibacy as this one is now.” he chuckles darkly “I think a good belt would perhaps be a nice revenge.”

[15:02] emiko (nevva.nightfire) flashes Lyr an evil glance, no doubt they would have words or worst at some point, but not in front of the Masters…. Lifting her hand she brushes the girls mocking hand away not fulfilling the temptation to smack her in the face… it was not her fault but she was strung high and could lash out easily…. Not a good first impression to make on the girl…

[15:03] Seeker Tyran (seeker.tyran) feeling the liquid poor over his feet, fights to move as he struggles in the grip the pain too much to handle as it sears though him like a knife plunging into his very soul he has no choice but let out a cry of pain but feels proud that he was able to maintain his silence and composure for as long as he had, his stomach now full of mixed emotions as on overwhelming feeling of being repeatedly stabbed fills him, reaching with the pain as he fights to control himself, beads of sweat cover his forehead

[15:05] Savir (soren.davidov) hoisted in turn with Gyr and lifted the man to his feet and then immediatley released his arm, if he wanted to fall over again it was on him. “I think that would be sufficent, on both counts.”he noted for the slave and seeker. “I hope he is up to the task” he said cruelly. “Or else he may not get his slave back… but if he fails, the slave will be the least of his worries” he mused.

[15:05] Ronin Renilo (ronin.renilo) releases the lock upon the seeker’s elbow and seizes him by the crook of the arm instead, hoisting with a brutal force until his feet were once again under him. This done, he would support him no longer but releases his hold. If he could not stand on his own after the ordeal, so mcuh the worse for him.

[15:05] emiko (nevva.nightfire) jumps swiftly to her feet and moves to His right, the tears she shed earlier dry upon her soft features as she slips to her knees and hears His words about a belt… it was as she feared, He would have His revenge on her…. Her eyes briefly moving to sparrow almost as if to say sorry… she did not know how she would react to another on Crow’s chain and she didn’t need any enemies at the moment…

[15:06] sparrow (camille.cannned) heard the man scream, she so wanted to tell him to shut up, to be strong, she needed him to be a Killer!!! she would see to it that he would go through toughness whilst he was a seeker and then she would be there, as she had told Savir not so long ago, to support him during the hard times of candidature and tasks…she glanced at the girl to her right and she, interestingly enough, smiled to her softly…it was not her fault what was happening to her, she, a helpless slave…the idea of a belt though she found rather good but she would prefer crow to fuck her that she does not grow incredible heat and becomes more hot than she, herself, was.

[15:11] Seeker Tyran (seeker.tyran) fights back the tears of pain as he is lifted to his feet, his head swimming as he fights to maintain focus on his surroundings and preventing himself from falling, the feeling of an intense fire around his feet, he bites his lip as he battles the agony rushing through his body, he will cherish the mark and know doubt would have may more.

[15:12] emiko (nevva.nightfire) lifts her chin a little and glances up to Seeker, she had tried to block out what was being done to Him and concentrate on other things around her… even though He had brushed her aside her heart beat quickly for Him as she almost felt His pain… He had been hard on her at times but never without cause and now He was to take a long journey, one He might not leave alive…. So many had been killed just trying, things she had blocked out from what seemed a lifetime ago… lowering her eyes a little she sees sparrow smile and offers one in return, perhaps she could cope with the belt… or perhaps she could convince Crow to remove it in time…

[15:14] Ronin Renilo (ronin.renilo): “As if you needed approval to do as you wished with that which is yours.” Gyr says with irony. His disapproval isn’t terribly obvious but he seems to have adopted something of a reserve in his manner that had not been there before the promise was made. This was the turf of the Master Assassin and not to be encroahed upon. Finger flex, eyes flicker, but no other sign is given. He bides his time with observing the seeker’s agonized state, drawing his own perverse pleasure from the memories of his own time spent wearing the seeker’s rags.

[15:14] sparrow (camille.cannned) winced as she saw the man’s agony. She glanced at she who had been his slave and was now on the same chain as her…she saw pain too in her eyes…then looking again at the seeker she murmured “Do not fall!” as far as she was concerned she was taking little risk for he was not and for some time would be lower than her and she, in fact, had hardly ever been uncaring to them when they were in such a vulnerable position…this one she would be even more careful, he would stand, he would live.