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Shadows of the Third Knowledge

Posted in Black Caste, Serum storyline, War of Gor on January 23, 2026 by crow1971

[07:32] Myriam-alyah Spires (noirnyte.spires): “ahhh interesting!”…..”someone laying suspicion on someone else, or somewhere else”… “as for Leya, her status is always somewhat blurred, so i do not blame you for the initial confusion”….”i prefer to consider her in permanent transition”.

[07:32] Myriam-alyah Spires (noirnyte.spires): “it makes things easier that way”.

[07:33] Crassus Tace (jensen.abbot): Laughs “Aye, she is a tranisarrie..” waves hand. “An old historical joke maam, from Earth. ” Grows serious once more. “The vial contains..” leans forward “a virus”.

[07:34] Myriam-alyah Spires (noirnyte.spires): “A virus? good heavens!”…..sits and considers the implications for all….having just come back from a physicians seminar in Besnit.

[07:35] Crow (melchior.wardell) had not come to his age by being reckless. No his age was because he knew when to move, when to be quiet and when to listen. And as he listens – the voice – and the word were enough for him to stand still. His ear to the door as keen eyes would look out for anyone to oversee him. Surely his pose could instill some questions if he wasn’t paying attention.

[07:35] Crassus Tace (jensen.abbot): nods “said virus was concocted by the Kur, many moons ago, and stopped by …” considers “some men of Earth…men with the third knowledge perhaps you might say. It would appear, that they did not contain all of it, and the Kur wish to send message, or if not the Kur, then one of thoe barbarians..>”

[07:38] Myriam-alyah Spires (noirnyte.spires) has her head in a spin, his replies immediately answering her next question immediately and a sinking feeling hitting her heart…. “gracious Sir, how dreadful!!, those damned Kurii, I assume it was found near to here!, so we are looking for Earth Men who should not be here?”

[07:40] Crassus Tace (jensen.abbot): Smiles, calm…almost too calm. “The reason I tell you this maam, is twofold. ” Pauses, wiping dry lips. “Firstly, when I told Master Neph of this, he reacted very strangely, and wanted to carry out further analysis of the vial. That means a few thing – firstly, he is a physician in his spare time and hides it well, or…he is an agent of…a higher power hmm?”

[07:40] Crow (melchior.wardell) frowns at the words. It reminded him of Klopek. The abduction of Solomon and wondered if Niamh might be in danger. as he listens he wondered if to enter. To stop the sharing of words. Perhaps there was already too much shared? His mind would go easy to murder. It was what he did for his craft. Yet he knew and understood that there should be reason and cause.

[07:41] Myriam-alyah Spires (noirnyte.spires): “I assume you have enquired with Leya, partly because of her former slave condition, she has the keenest eyes in the entire Sim, she seems to see most everyone who passes, and sends up alarm to those who are unfamiliar?……..”

[07:43] Crassus Tace (jensen.abbot): Sighs “Indeed, i have, and have warned her to look for a man from the north, dressed as an Arian. Secondly, I fear that the man…one of the men who stopped the Kur virus in the first place, has become an enemy of his former colleague, and sends the vial as message to indicate that he knows where his colleague, now his enemy, is…and that…he is coming…” Pauses “that man’s name, is Tyr…” Looks up. “His former colleague, is called Crassus Tace”
[07:43] Crassus Tace (jensen.abbot): Shrugs “YOU SEE MY QUANDRY HMM?”

[07:44] Myriam-alyah Spires (noirnyte.spires): “I am not long returned to the Oasis, but i am still relearning who comes and goes, but either way, what you have shared with me will remain confidential, as all matters in this place often are!”

[07:44] Crow (melchior.wardell) tried to memorize names when they were shared. And turned to ensure he was still not observed. Not that he wanted to remain hidden. Strangely enough he wished to be found. When the name was mentioned he would knock on the door. Hoping they would remain unaware of how much he already overheard.

[07:44] Crow (melchior.wardell): KNOCK KNOCK

[07:44] Crassus Tace (jensen.abbot): Turns rapidly, hand goes to pommel “you are expecting company?”

[07:45] Myriam-alyah Spires (noirnyte.spires): “oh dear….. !, please stay here…”

[07:45] Myriam-alyah Spires (noirnyte.spires): “Janus stay close”
[07:46] Myriam-alyah Spires (noirnyte.spires): Tal Sir, welcome to my office! how can i help you today?
[07:46] Myriam-alyah Spires (noirnyte.spires): smiles
[07:46] Myriam-alyah Spires (noirnyte.spires): Do you have a legal matter with which to discuss with me?

[07:47] Janus (tegamerdk) steps forward to the back of the lady and watches

[07:47] Myriam-alyah Spires (noirnyte.spires): As you can see i have company right now, if you would like to come back later?

[07:48] Crow (melchior.wardell) smiled easy enough when the door opened. “Greetings, lady.” he offered. “I come from far … and from what I understood you might have information that is vital for me.” the smile came easy. The charming killer as ever there. His hands in their view as to give them that sense of safety. “I am the man called Crow.” he offers. Surely giving a name would give taht sense of familiarity.

[07:48] Myriam-alyah Spires (noirnyte.spires): unless it is very very urgent?

[07:49] Crassus Tace (jensen.abbot): hears the name..a distant memory…surely not the same…surely, it could not be…

[07:50] Crow (melchior.wardell) sighs “I do not want to press matters … but it is indeed very urgent.” Crow sure of his craft and his business would move in and pass her as if it was the most normal thing in this world. As if he never had been told No before. “The importance is a matter of life and death … and not just of one …” he stated with that certainty.

[07:50] Myriam-alyah Spires (noirnyte.spires): “what a lovely name indeed 🙂 I am Lady Myriam and Magistrate 🙂 and this is one of my colleagues, a messenger who conveys my messages and i must write a letter most urgently involving a legal matter for my client, perhaps you can wait in the Inn and i can ensure that as soon as i am free i can have you sent for?”

[07:51] Crassus Tace (jensen.abbot): mind racing now…if it was the Magistrate of Ar…no…perhaps he had never been the magistrate of Ar…perhaps yet, he owed him his life…hand does not leave pommel. It was a trick , yes..one of Tyr’s tricks. he had been in Ar, he was sure of it

[07:52] Janus (tegamerdk): As you can see the lady and i have business to conduct if you give her some time we can be sure you can have the time you will need 🙂

[07:53] Janus (tegamerdk) tries to be light hearted and affable

[07:53] Myriam-alyah Spires (noirnyte.spires): If it is super urgent you could wait outside these doors 🙂
[07:54] Myriam-alyah Spires (noirnyte.spires): but i will be pacing about the place for a short time, consulting maps and so on?

[07:54] Crow (melchior.wardell) wouldn’t let himself be swayed that easy. His eyes in warning to the man that was with her. “Now … I do not want to do any harm.” he warned. He had not yet drawn a weapon. But his wearing black, the spear the many daggers might tell them they were dealing with a man skilled in his profession. Not the kind that would make haste – unless – important of very sure of himself and this business. “That is the issue, Sir.” he stated and his tone had remain void of urgency even if his words were “There is no time. I wish there was … as you must know it is one of our traits.”

[07:55] Crassus Tace (jensen.abbot): opens the door, sliding up the wall, hand on hilt…that voice…was it really the man of Ar?

[07:56] Myriam-alyah Spires (noirnyte.spires) waves to the passing locals… and smiles back to the man. If you can perhaps seek refreshment in the inn and Janus will come and let you know when i am free 🙂

[07:56] Janus (tegamerdk) nods, “yes i can do that for you Lady”

[07:56] Crassus Tace (jensen.abbot): grimaces before stepping out…

[07:57] Crassus Tace (jensen.abbot): “it would seem there be no end to your talents, Magistrate..and Assassin?” stares into eyes he recognises

[07:57] Myriam-alyah Spires (noirnyte.spires): “there are many more refreshments more suited to your thirst in this hot weather than tea”

[07:59] Crow (melchior.wardell) hears another door open and his eyes would turn to the sound. He would most likely be able to overcome the woman and the scribe – but more ? Even he was no super human. But when the man steps into the hall way the corner of his lips moved up in what might appear a grin. “We meet again, brewer.” he stated. Surely it was long ago and names could be like ribbons – speaking them could turn them in turtles. “Many talents … but one very important. To find who is needed.”

[07:59] Myriam-alyah Spires (noirnyte.spires) smiles, “oh how nice! you know each other!….. well perhaps you should both be aware this is a legal office, and your conduct is be accordingly.

[08:01] Crassus Tace (jensen.abbot): Nods, hand not leaving pommel. “If it is I that the black caste seek, then we shall have words of steel…” sighs…”but i would not bloody the lady’s hallway…” Smiles briefly “know only, that before we tease the cities of dust with our presence, that I still owe you for preventing my companion having collar, and for me avoiding the impaling spike…for which you still have my thanks…”

[08:04] Myriam-alyah Spires (noirnyte.spires): “Well Sirs, that letter is not going to write itself!, It seems there is pleasantries to pass between you….am i yet needed by either of you?”

[08:04] Crow (melchior.wardell) regarded the woman with a critical eye. She too seemed to be familiar. But he would dismiss her. She held for now little importance. His gaze would rest upon Crassus “If I had been here to serve a contract you would be dead and I would be on the first kailla and be on my way.” he stated. Not out of arrogance but simple truth. It is how he did his business. He could see his hand on his pommel and knew that people in fear could do strange things. “Rumor has it that our meeting was for a reason back then. And not to your death but your life. So can we ?” he would wave his hand to the door. “Perhaps we can speak more discrete?”

[08:06] Myriam-alyah Spires (noirnyte.spires): “If you need a private space so long as there is no blood you may use a meeting room nearby? or perhaps you could make use of my office as long as you do not make it a mess! i hate mess!”

[08:06] Crassus Tace (jensen.abbot): Eyes narrow…so many of the black wanted him dead, and yet this one, spoke of honor and intrigue…He wanted to laugh at the surety of his claim, but decided to opt for valor, and remove the woman from proceedings “Milady, we will leave you and convene in the inn…’lest blood spoil your cushions, and your reputation . ” Smiles…moving toward the door, offering first pass to the assassin

[08:07] Crassus Tace (jensen.abbot): Considers “Unless that is MAster Crow – that you wish to include the magistrate in the diatribe?”

[08:08] Myriam-alyah Spires (noirnyte.spires): “0Now, i fear that you both have put me in the middle… this would cause a great deal of fuss and i would send for aid if there is going to be trouble between you! by all means discuss… “

[08:09] Crow (melchior.wardell) would take the risk to go before him. He considered the man not the type to stab him in the back. Even if his own profession cared little for such. A kill was a kill and there was little honor in such. As Crassus spoke he shook his head “Not for now … but perhaps for later.” he stated. His eyes would drift to the woman and the supporting scribe. “I wish you both well.” with that he moved outside.

[08:09] Crassus Tace (jensen.abbot): “thank you for your time Milady…and do be careful of the man from Ar , named Tyr…”

[08:09] Myriam-alyah Spires (noirnyte.spires): “Sir, are you in danger?” whispers?

[08:10] Crassus Tace (jensen.abbot): Shakes head

[08:10] Janus (tegamerdk): Lady, I dont think i should leave you, this seems to be a remarkably dangerous place for a Free woman alone

[08:12] Crassus Tace (jensen.abbot): slaves scuffle to attend them as they enter the inn “water girl…we do not seek paga…yet”

[08:13] Crassus Tace (jensen.abbot): watches Crow take a seat as the women fuss over him; watching his senses control entry, exit, means of escape, position…all of it…he reminds him of Tyr

[08:14] Crow (melchior.wardell) would seat himself with his back to the wall. Keen eyes upon those that would observe them. His voice low – a bare whisper as to keep the conversation discreet “I couldn’t help to overhear … a man of Ar Tyr ?” he asks as he took a tankard with water from one of the girls (NPC).

[08:15] Crassus Tace (jensen.abbot): “You know of the third knowledge, the men of Earth? You know that sometimes, well, tales tell of them coming to Gor for those taken by voyages of acquisition..” A fist clenches “to take them back…Tyr was one of those men..>” looks up “as was I”

[08:18] Crow (melchior.wardell) would observe him over the rim. “You were in my home. We spoke about your origins. The information is known and familiar. But I do not know all names that are taken here. Nor do I know of those that return. What I do know is that there is purpose for a something far bigger than you and I. So tell me of this Tyr is he your enemy ?”

[08:20] Crassus Tace (jensen.abbot): Sighs, remembering. “He was one of my men, before we came to Gor…the finest of the finest. ” Closes his eyes for a time “Five of us came here. I thought the rest dead, but Tyr survived…” Considers. “Eva…and I carried out work for the Priest Kings….and I found that Tyr was alive….” Rubs chin, clearly more to tell

[08:22] Crow (melchior.wardell) was an agent of the Priest Kings for a long time. And in this time he had seen many things that could give a very different perspective upon life upon Gor. As he was a good listener he remained silent and let the silence invite the other to speak.

[08:26] Crassus Tace (jensen.abbot): Sighs. “Something changed…the Priest Kings put an implant in her. My belief was that I could remove it. Tyr joined us in the hidden city, we determined that the Kur were designing a virus..” looks up “A virus that would reverse the effects of the serum…and thereby age all who had come here from Eaarth, in a bid to destablise Gorean society. ” Considers “We thought we had won…but after the mission, Eva went crazy…sending Tyr to the galleys and trying to kill me…” Over a period of passage hands, i returned, and tore the implant from her neck…” Licks lips. “Tyr…i later found out, escaped the galleys..and swore vengeance”

[08:30] Crow (melchior.wardell) would listen and perk a brow ‘So if I have it correct … you distrusted the Priest Kings?” he asks to have it clarified. Such could change the dynamic of the conversation as well as the outcome. “I remember Eva… how did she get hurt … Is she alright ?” he asks further. The story was complicated he feared. “Tyr swore vengeance on who ?”

[08:33] Crassus Tace (jensen.abbot): Nods..”After I removed the implant…or thought i had…I collared Eva, to hide her, and brought her here as my slave, where she yet serves. As a slave she might hide, as Ubara she could not. Tyr wants her dead, and me, so long as I protect her…hence…” Considers. “hence…he has returned to his Kur contacts, and sent the vial as a message to show not only has he allies, and powerful ones, but that the virus was not all destroyed” Pauses “We recently found a vial of the virus on a corpse in the desert. A message, that he is coming, in my estimation.”

[08:37] Crow (melchior.wardell) pondered “I wish it was that simple. Take out this man Tyr and we are done. Can’t you see the bigger picture here?”he asks. “Here I thought it was only rumor that the Kurri had been able to obtain it. Surely after we ensured the one that could produce it out of their hands. But I guess they managed to find another with similar knowledge. That vail … if it is overly produced … Gor as we know it might not have much longer. I want to find this man Tyr and his contacts so we can get to the source and eliminate that danger. ” he sighs “Where is the vail and where can I find this man Tyr ?”

[08:41] Crassus Tace (jensen.abbot): Smiles. “the vial is with Neph – a warrior here, though…” considers, “having dealt with Priest King agents in the past, I suspect he is one. His interest in the vial was too astute.” Licks lips and sips the water. “As for Tyr; one does not find him…he finds you. He was the best soldier I ever had…’special forces’, attitude, successful and lucky…on Earth he was the best of the best…as I say, one does not find Tyr, unless he wants to be found. He knows I will stand in his way for Eva, hust as he knows that I will die for her…” Sighs “he found a way to be preferred by the Kur Queen…a way which most men would not have dreamed of, and hence he has powerful allies amongst the Kur.”

[08:48] Crow (melchior.wardell) listens again with great interest. Soldiers ? He knew them – studied them even. The technology on earth in that regard more in the open where here it was an offense enough to have it blue flamed. But he understood this wasn’t about weaponry but intelligence, connections. “So he is obsessed with Eva.” he replied as if that was already some kind of answer. “And he can’t be found.” he hears the lack of trust in the caste he served – or anything of this world But could he blame the man that came from Earth? “He is nothing to them. Just a piece in their play of kaissa. When he served his purpose he will be disposed or used in their antics.” he frowns “This Neph. Where can he be found ? Have you spoken of this with him ?”

[08:51] Crassus Tace (jensen.abbot): “Aye..Neph knows the history of the virus, though I regretted telling him…for I fear he is more than he seems. He lives toward the wall with his slaves…(( Nephtides na Neidos (nephtides) )) . Turns onmce more “Know this – Tyr will come, and I will fight…” Shrugs “For I have little choice. My fear is the Kur and what they might do to the people here, but also the virus. Iw ould see the women of Earth that have been kidnapped to your vile planet die, rather than forcibly age in front of Gorean masters and be slain by the sword…” Spittle flies as he grows angrier

[08:54] Crow (melchior.wardell) memorizes the name “My network can try to find this Tyr. As they are still finding those physicians that must have worked on this … ” he replied – sharing some of his knowledge into this. “The kurri and the Priest Kings work in a strange balance … If I can help it … that toxin will never be used in such a manner, but I need more then this. Can you introduce me to this man Neph?”

[08:55] Crassus Tace (jensen.abbot): nods “i can aye…he travels a lot – also he is frequently found at Ar’s Station with his sluts…” Stares int the middle distance “My own death, I have little fear of, but I will protect Eva to my last breath in this matter…”

[08:58] Crow (melchior.wardell) frowns “I can’t remain here. But you could hire protection for her. You must know of this ?” he asks. “And I doubt she will have much use of you being dead so do not speak of it as if it is already a lost cause.

[09:00] Crassus Tace (jensen.abbot): Laughs “aye, your words are true. I will not hire protection and draw attention. better she remains my slave, but already I have had the physicians look at her, for I fear that I did not get all of the implant our..” shrugs “I took advice from Lyra on the matter…the physician, but I fear she still has ‘attacks'”

[09:05] Crow (melchior.wardell) frowns “Lyra of Ar ?” he asks curious. He knew of her research and hidden clinic. “There is a woman that can help you with the implant. She is now known as Niamh. She is a companion of a trader of the North. Portus STromberg. Last I know he is a slaver in Holmesk but also has a trading company the Black Compass.” he shared. As to not draw attention. Tyr is already close considering the vial he left as a warning?”

[09:07] Crassus Tace (jensen.abbot): remembers the name “Aye…I may well seek her out..Lyra had advice, but I am no physician..i fear something remains of the influence, and I would be done with it.” Nods “Tyr is close, or else the Kur are trying to takle the Tahari…either way, it bodes ill for the oasis. Were I to ascribe subtlety to Tyr, I would suggest he is giving me an option…give Eva to him, or he will unleash the virus…” Looks up “He will not get Eva”

[09:11] Crow (melchior.wardell) nodded “Well blackmail is never a certainty for him not to use the vial even after. I agree it is foolish to get into that request.” he would drain the tankard. “I will try to get my men seek this place out more frequent. So you could relay a message if it is needed. We need to stop that contamination at all costs.” he stated. “Remember that conversation … even in the guise of something – there is truth.” he stated cryptic in hope he would learn that Crow – even a murdered – stood on the light side of things. “For now I need to depart and inform those of the caste I trust with this … if you have any word of those less honorable. Let me know by messenger or sent me a feather so I know it is urgent and I need to find you.”

[09:12] Crassus Tace (jensen.abbot): smiles…reaches a hand to grip his arm “my thanks again Magistrate…”…considers “if we are lucky , I will owe you once more for the life of my companion”…”I have means to get Eva out if Tyr arrives…and I will send her to you, one way or another, once the fight begins”

[09:18] Crow (melchior.wardell) regards him again very serious. “I understand that this world seems cruel and unkind. That it is rough and demanding for men. Surely when one comes from Earth. Yet … honor, kindness and dare I say love is to be found in special places. There is no need for gratitude. Since I have my own selfish reasons for finding the toxin and ensuring it won’t be used.” he would lift himself up. He would toss a few silvers – way too much for the water they had taken “May your bags always be filled with water.” and with that he would move off. Wondering when he would find a scroll, feather or Eva.

[09:19] Crassus Tace (jensen.abbot): Nods “and yours Magistrate…you will know that matters are moving when someone says that word to you…accept it as a sign…’Magistrate’ will be the key word…”

[09:20] Crassus Tace (jensen.abbot): Smiles “for there are few who know you by that name”

[09:20] Crow (melchior.wardell) dipped his head “Magistrate it is.”

Papercuts

Posted in Black Caste, Serum storyline, War of Gor on January 19, 2026 by crow1971

Crow traced the ink on the parchment, his fingertips drifting over the signatures. He wasn’t reading names. He was feeling the pressure of the quill, weighing the intent and the force behind each stroke. It was a dark habit of his to find the man within the ink. Yet, as he traced the lines, his thoughts drifted to the voids on the page. Sometimes, the ink that isn’t there carries the most weight.

Taog’s signature was missing. A pity. Crow would have preferred him here, not out of sentiment Taog. He understood the gears of the Castes, and Crow had always held a sharp, jagged respect for a mind that could navigate the laws of Gor as cleanly as a his dagger navigates a ribcage.

Then there was Scar. His absence was predictable, tedious even. Crow had spent years pouring his blood into the man’s cup, only to realize the vessel was bottomless and ungrateful. Scar operated on a deluded sense of entitlement, demanding a loyalty he had never truly bought. A mistake Crow wouldn’t let him make again.

But Solomon… Solomon was the complicated one.

Solomon hadn’t signed, and Crow suspected it was born of a newfound caution. They had been mentor and student once, a dynamic of clear horizons. But the shadows had grown long. With the secrets Crow now carried. This knowledge that could unmake better men and with it the balance had shifted.

Solomon wasn’t an enemy; he was a brother-in-arms, but a brother who now realized the whelp he had raised was fully grown. There was a new, sharp edge to their silence. Crow didn’t resent him for it. He knew better than most that very few people truly saw the man beneath the “Charming Killer.” They saw the flirtatious grin and the easy humour, the polished façade he maintained. They didn’t see the dark depths where his true thoughts lay coiled and hidden. That man in the mirror could never be fooled. “Back to business.” He mused as he rolled up the scroll and stored it in his chest , the lock clicking like a final word..

Important matters were piling up, and Crow could feel the weight of them. This assignment had dragged him across every godforsaken corner of Gor, and as the Tahari sand stung his skin, he realized the people who actually held the answers were likely long gone.

Whispers. That’s all he had. But the air felt different here—he was close. The problem was the distance; he couldn’t be in two places at once, and the clock was running out.

He needed a messenger. “Find the one called Vesper at the Loom,” he told the runner, his voice raspy from the heat. “Or Erebus. You’ll likely find them both there. They’ve known of this business for a long time.”

He sat to write, his hand moving with a precision that felt out of place in the desert. The elegant sweep of the letters betrayed him—it was the handwriting of a man raised in the High Castes, a remnant of his years spent hiding behind the robes of a Scribe and a High Magistrate. This time, he didn’t have the luxury of being cryptic.

I am in the Tahari. I narrowly missed the ‘physicians’ carrying the vial we discussed. Word is they are headed for Ar’s Station. I cannot say if they serve the light or the dark. Whatever you do, do not let that vial be opened—not unless you are certain the light prevails. — Crow

He kept it brief. If the scroll was intercepted, a few vague words might save his life. Now, it was out of his hands. It all depended on whether they were clever enough to read between the lines.

For a double weighted golden tarn

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

[08:35:51] Crow (melchior.wardell) noted what the man did and would allow him such. Surely none of them knew who is mark was. He as ever would take his time to ensure that when the kill would be there – it was done with deadly precision. “It has been a long time.” he stated “I always wondered what happened after we seen each other last?” so when the man invited him he would wave his hand in a gesture to follow.

[08:37:03] Aric Descian (wickedworkofheart): “Things best left discussed in less public spaces,” he said simply, and with that, he continued along, his limped steps slow, but continual.

[08:41:02] Crow (melchior.wardell) followed the man to what seemed to be his private home. As he entered he would place his shield to the side as to ensure he wouldn’t knock anything over when he moved. He could see the richness of the decoration. As he follow him to the table and watched how the man took his seat. “It has been quite some time Joran, or is it Aric these days ?” he asks. Clearly Crow had done some of his homework.

[08:43:57] Aric Descian (wickedworkofheart): “When last we saw one another, your black court was held in a city lost, and then in the port of Kar. In both those instances, I was still in the collar of Eirik Koskinen, and knew you then to be the master of the court. Your girl Haru was a much loved and dear friend to me, she is still someone I enjoy the company of. Forgive me for sending those of my caste away, I knew you wished to speak with me. I was both trying to get them to stop meddling, and in truth, I worried for them. Please,” he gestured to a seat at hsi dining room table. “May I offer you something to drink?” He looked up, listening. “Aric was a use name I went by when I came here, I later had it properly and legally changed. The warriors of Telnus made sure I understood the cost of standing up to a warrior, but, I did what was right in my heart, and I would do it again, even knowing the price.”

[08:48:04] Crow (melchior.wardell) took a seat as he listens. “I know my girl to be fond of you too.” he replied. “I lost track of Eirik after I lend him gold.” he added. There was no anger in his voice. No judgment that Eirik might have fooled him. He was sure the money would return one day. “I met your son. A young and promising son. Atleast I guessed he was yours due to his purple eyes. I never learned to know someone else with those.” he admitted. “And now you are head of caste ?” he asks. As to the offer of drink he would dismiss it. “I fear that while I hunt I refrain myself from those pleasures.” he shared. “The warriors of Telnus?” he asks “What happened?” curious to that story.

[08:58:00] Aric Descian (wickedworkofheart): “I am sorry to hear that lent coin must necessitate your seeking the borrower. I am not made of coin, but I do have some. If I may ask, what is owed? I can assist to pay the debt. Eirik is still someone I care about, and see regularly. My son, yes… I only just learned not long that I had a blood heir. His mother never told me, and he sought me out, here, after she died. I was the head of the scribes caste here, but no longer. There was a coup. A man called by the name of Trent Victus manipulated Lilura, one of my former scribes. She arranged for a petition, it was a a whole nasty business, and an attempt at a power grab. As for the warriors of Telnus, the short version is, that my former, and very first free companion was trying to support and comfort me when a warrior of Telnus was being openly disrespectful and cruel. But I recognized that the warrior was trying to bait him, and I worried for him. I got in between Antonius and Cassien. Told the warrior I would give him a debt if only he would let it be,

[08:58:08] Aric Descian (wickedworkofheart): leave Cassien alone. I would have given over a debt without time constraints, without limits at the time. Even had it cost me dearly. I loved him. That was all I could see at the time. I only wanted to keep him safe. I have always been a deeply feeling man. That hasn’t changed.” He sighed. “The warrior tricked him, challenged him. I drew a weapon to try to defend him, even knowing I was no match for a warrior. The warrior beat both of us savagely. Cassien was better off than I. I still can’t breathe properly, and if I move too fast, I get to wheezing. I’ll never be able to run again, I’m not physically capable of it. That was for that alone. Still worse, Telnus arrested me when I called for the warrior to be arrested. I was accused of things, denied food and water, for days, tortured, by their warriors. I am missing toes on both my feet now, my balance is compromised, I need this. to walk well now.” He lifted his cane.

[09:06:20] Crow (melchior.wardell) listens and for a moment a smile would form on his lips. “Do not worry about gold or a debt. Eirik and I will meet again. I am sure.” he replied. “I had hope to see him succeed within the Port. And yet there it fell in to disgrace of the Priest Kings.” with the last words he would regard Aric as if it sympathized something important. “At times I reflect on my life and consider it one with many twists and turns and yet when I hear yours … I feel like mine is a calm brook while yours is a wild river.” he arched a brow at the tale of Telnus. He would lift himself up now as to start pace “Did you know they have no love for our caste ? We are no longer allowed armed within the city.” he stated. “The men in the city cruel and foolish. But surely they will eventually get what is theirs. Life always has a way of doing that.” he added. “How did you escape that predicament ?” he asks as noted the cane “It looks like an amazing piece of craftsmanship. May I ?”he asked while he held out his hand as to see it from near.

[09:16:19] Aric Descian (wickedworkofheart): “Yes, I was initially a wharf praetor there, but so much happened. After what those of Telnus did to me, I have no love in my heart for them, and yet, our now Ubar declares us at war with Genesian Port, and under martial law. Even now I am under task to see to aiding him in revising the laws of Victoria. I thought surely he summoned me to kill me, and come to find out, he would offer me the mantle of Regent instead.” He looked up and smiled, “I have never until Victoria been sworn to a home stone. Never loved a people and been loyal to the ideals of wanting a city to thrive before the way I do here. Though I am often busy, for the first time in my life, I am truly happy. I feel like I am part of something greater than the sum of myself alone, and like I can nd do actually make a difference. Here, I have been able to help people, and to serve the people, and it feels… Worthwhile. Fulfilling on a level nothing else has ever touched, save one. My Ubar has told me of his want not to have killers in the city,

[09:16:27] Aric Descian (wickedworkofheart): but I know you have been here seeking of late. I do not know whom it is you hunt, but I hope for their sake, that it is swift, and painless. I wonder… If the man, or woman, that you must kill here, were to be collared, their personhood would be ended. By all accounts slain. Would it be an acceptable resolution to a man like you? To bring low and kill their status as a free, rendering them slave?” He became quiet a moment, and offered up the cane. “It is in truth a weapon, a custom made piece. The sheath and end comes away. Not that I am in any condition to fight were I cornered. I’d never stand a chance. I can’t even dance around to move to flee. My balance won’t allow for it.” Another sigh. “But, despite that, so many good thigns have happened here. I am -so- proud of my daughter. She, is now our head of caste. She is being courted by one of our high council. As a father, I couldn’t ask for a finer daughter than Anna.”

[09:19:07] Aric Descian (wickedworkofheart): “As for how I ‘escaped’, I didn’t. Their Ubar tried to kill me. I was heaved from the back of his palace, after everything else that was done to me. My shoulder his a rocky outcropping, and the waterfall carried me to the Thassa below. I was on death’s door when Eirik found me, and brought me here. His free companion tended me initially. For months I was laid up, recovering. Even now, as you can see, I will live with what Telnus did to me for the rest of my life.”

[09:19:30] Aric Descian (wickedworkofheart): hit not his*

[09:26:43] Crow (melchior.wardell) would listen. In this moment there were three men inside of this room. The man he was born to be. The man that could still feel. That knew that what was shared was true. A man truly happy for once ? A man that held his family to high regards, gave his time and duty for the citizens of the Port. He could see the heartship the man had faced over the years. He had been witness of it and remembered the encounters well. Perhaps if the other side of Crow had not been here he would have placed a hand upon the mans shoulder. Squeezed as to tell him he did well. That he should be proud of what he had accomplished. Even now as Aric had invited into his home. Crow could feel the dishonesty of it. For a moment that man seeped through. “You have achieved things none would imagine when we met first.”he stated kindly. The warmth of what once was a father draped around them. As he would look at the cane and continued to listen he would study it further. He would turn his attention back to Aric “As to your question

[09:26:43] Crow (melchior.wardell): concerning the hunt. Unfortunately to escape the mark is only death. There is no debate or escape not even one that is often granted submission. In that I do wear the black for reason.” he explained one of the codes of his caste. Which might be already telling. “So Regent ?” he asks. “Anything that you wish to accomplish yet ?” he asked further as he would take the weapon from its sheath.

[09:31:42] Aric Descian (wickedworkofheart): “I spent most of my life as a slave. I am 312 years old, and 12 of those years were spent as a scribe. I have at times questioned if I made the rights choices. I think all men do. It has never been my pleasure to have to do what has needed to be done when it came to disciplining others.” He watched as Crow pulled the sheath and revealed the thin hidden blade, and couldn’t help but swallow nervously. Aric looked up at the killer, searching his eyes for an answer to an unspoken question. He was frightened, it shown in his eyes. Was the man asking if he had any last requests?

[09:40:18] Crow (melchior.wardell) balanced the thin weapon as he listens to Aric. In a way Crow truly could. Not only hearing the words but feeling the weight of every one of them. He was unfortunately not only the man that was still capable of feeling. He was also the killer, the assassin that had not earned his livery easy. Every time he would face a certain death that of his mark or his own. It designed a man that was able to shut down any emotion that would stop you from your murder. It was a man only those that eventually had met their demise would truly see. The killer that held no judgment to whatever wrong or right. It was a man simply paid to do a job. And that job was murder. When that change came about in Crow. He could read the question in Aric’s eyes. He could see the mans fear. And with it he would do as he requested. He would aim quick and precise into his heart. “I will be swift.” he than whispered as to make a final vow.

[09:46:24] Aric Descian (wickedworkofheart): Swallowing harshly, he looked about, thankful his children were not here to be placed in danger for witness or to themselves be placed at risk. He had so many questions, the who. The why. But he knew better than to ask. This was a killer, a man who had a job to do, and limited time to complete his task. He could call out, and some might hear, but to what end? “You asked if there is anything still that I would accomplish, there is. Will you allow me to write a document and will you then deliver that document to the scribes hall? A will, to ensure my children who depend upon me are well cared and provided for? Grant me this one ask, in honor of the respect and hospitality I have shown you. It is all I ask. Please?”

[09:52:23] Crow (melchior.wardell) was no longer the father or friend. Crow was the killer and knew that in the moment of the mans death he could scream or make his perfect murder one that could bring him his death. So when the question came, Crow shook his head coldly. “There is no honor in the assassin, Aric. But I know Eirik and I know your children will be well cared for – even if I never get my gold back because of it.” Perhaps it was easier to let him write that letter – it cared not. No assassin would be stopped out of obligation or good decency. So he would twist the weapon as to perforate the mans heart so it would internally loose enough blood. Perhaps ensure that there was no longer blood flow to the mans head and reason. No cry for help even escaping due to his well performed kill ?

[09:52:26] LR Emperor Gladius Draw 2.30: Drawn

[09:52:28] LR Emperor Gladius Draw 2.30: Melee Hit on wickedworkofheart Resident

[09:52:29] LR Emperor Gladius Draw 2.30: Melee Hit on wickedworkofheart Resident

[09:52:29] LR Emperor Gladius Draw 2.30: Melee Hit on wickedworkofheart Resident

[09:52:30] LR Emperor Gladius Draw 2.30: Melee Hit on wickedworkofheart Resident

[09:52:31] LR Emperor Gladius Draw 2.30: Melee Hit on wickedworkofheart Resident

[09:52:31] LR Emperor Gladius Draw 2.30: Melee Hit on wickedworkofheart Resident

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

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

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

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

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

One and the Same

Posted in War of Gor on May 2, 2012 by crow1971

It would be one of those days, days that might find more significance than other days would.  The death of one of their agents wasn’t a surprise and yet one could sense that there was this sense of loss. The man had served them for a long time and had done it with vigour, skill and determination.  He was one of the very selected few that could speak of Nest trust. He had ensured that their main enemies hadn’t been able to get influence in several large cities. He had been scarred for their war more than once. 

“It is for the best.” One of the Priest Kings said “His face, his way of working, his skill was known. I guess it would only be a matter of time if they would have found him.  This way we can start anew.”

The tentacles of its head still seemed to be showing regret and perhaps even grief because they lost a worker for their cause.

When the disk had crashed in Ar, he himself had known that it was there for one reason. Perhaps to warn for what might come to his beloved Ar.  None would have ever guessed his true loyalty. He hadn’t ever spoken of it nor shared the information he had known when it came to the other agent of the Priest Kings.  He could have escaped that prison, but had not.  He had seen the signs and with it would rather die by a blade then the vicious claws or fangs of his sworn enemies.

“The clone is ready and can take Crows place.” The Priest King continued to reason with the others  “He has the same genetic origin and with it I am sure he can continue the cause Crow held. “ 

The Priest Kings knowledge to genetic, cloning and such was far more than one might guess.  However they weren’t the kind that would offer such knowledge with Goreans. They were to unreliable when it came to it and only on Gor, because they allowed it so.

When the young man stood before them they weren’t surprised when he looked exactly as Melchior had done at that age. The clone was made from the genes when Melchior himself had the same age.  However there was one major difference. Melchior had been recruited actively while this young man was born and raised here.  In a way it could be considered an advantage just as much as a disadvantage.  Only time would tell what would come from it.

“He will go to Ar and find those that were related to Crow, perhaps to learn what happened to one of our own that never returned to us.” The Priest King said to the others. “Same task and same skill, however none will know that he is one and the same. “