Crows Murder

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.