The Candidate had both performed a combination; a combination and capture. Seduction and force were the stronghold. Khutulun had seen the small grains of sands grains combined with her need for escape. The Candidate’s words and coersion had lulled her into a stillness to where she awakened with him slipping inside of her. Her cunt had spread, splaying for the invasion as she protested. And the Candidate used her as if she was any slave to be dealt with. He ordered her to leave and his carelessness produced her vindiction, extracting tassa pins from her discarded clothing and subduing him before departing the semi-comicose form towards the North.
Axe Glacier welcomed her in its vastness and silence, the Aurea Borealis becoming a companion as she recovered from the violation. Khutulun dealt with sporadic corpses, her thoughts shifting towards Tyros and the main slaver’s demands that she had denied. She was vulnerable, aching in body for her rough treatment. The body on ice was her release as she began to practice her skills, releasing the dead, bloodied hearts of slaves from chest cavities with as much respect as she could muster and as much she could be paid for. One was sent in accident, the other sent with purpose to display a twisted sense of affection with hopes of reciprocation.
This was where the dreams began – a past that was foreign to her; she was familiar with the Black Caste, respected their demands and needs and simply remained on the outskirts of what was demanded of her. She was simply, accepted life as it came. But those hanting images of her namesake – moonlight featuring beasts of legend from her mother’s side. They were the kailla, the crow, and the lart. A trio beneath the Gorean moons according to the Wagon Peoples. Khutulun awakened and made prepations, finalizing details of her macabre profession and sharing with others briefly in the Tyrosian infimary. A chest cavity was pried open and a heart was sent to the wrong person before correction in her approach. Khutulun would stand at the beach, waitinyg for the return as a ship approached to relieve her of the south as she clutched a freshly treated skull in her hand and slipped it into her bag.
Al’sah was late with the pomise of a trainee, but mattered less to her. He and any other Black Caste had proved to discover her existence if she was needed. She movied to the docks and waited for the impending ship to dock before she would board with her favored items. The ship would discover the nearest port after Tyros, a location similar to where a butterfly once landed and met a descendent of a storied history. She was simply the shifting light of a single Gorean moon reflected by the sun, orbiting a fellow Earth planet. Making her presence know among stars if required and simply with a trio in the vast sky if it was demanded.
——– ℂ𝕣𝕠𝕨’𝕤 ———– ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟙
Crow was not in the best of places. The fall out with Scar, the run in with Ost and his long ongoing quest. The last took him too long to keep Haru. He had gifted her to another. She had been an excellent slave. As ever his charm had her fall in love with him. A love slave as she mentioned it. Little did she know that when it came to his profession little was true when it came to his emotions. Any slave might have considered him in love. Yet very few had managed to penetrate the depth of his emotions. Sol, Scar and Serpent made sure of that. So when he told Haru that he would gift her to another he could tell that she had been telling the truth. The expression of her face would be etched in the countless nightmares that occupied his sleeping hours. Crow was terribly sophisticated when it came to manipulating the feelings of others. In such there was no honor. Only the killer and assassin that used any means to his benefit and certain outcome.
Crow had countless contacts that over time believed him a loyal and trustworthy ally. These whispers informed him of all kind of matters. Some significant and some simple gossip. Perhaps it made him one of the most informed men in Gor. Not that he wished the credit. It was simply a way to his means. All depended on the source, the information and its value. Even here in his hide out these whispers seemed to find him. This time about a woman that docked. When he was told about a woman holding a skull, he simply thought it was a story one created out of fear or lack of something better to say. Surely a woman wouldn’t want to be questioned as to whom it might belonged too.
Perhaps out of boredom or simply to see what this contact tried to convey he found himself at the dock, studying the woman.
𝕂𝕙𝕦𝕥𝕦𝕝𝕦𝕟
Khutulun disembarked from the ship with the few belongings that she ws carrying. She was heavily garbed and about her waist was a series of medical supplies in the form of a leather belt. The physician preferred the lack of heavy trappings of her office – sumptuous green robes, silks and jewels most high caste free women preferred to wear. She found it impractical for her purposes, instead finding drab, cheap peasant-type gowns that would sustain her if an emergency occurred or if bodily fluid splattered on her she could easily discard of the gown. She boldly traveled alone, appearing diminutive and harmless. That was what made the supposed Candidate break his vows and overwhelm her. She seemed to be one of the few in this place, wherever it was. It seemed to be some sort of hold as the island was empty save for lush trees and birdsong and a few buildings. Anticipation did not prepare her for the black-clad figure who languidly regarded her at the end of the dock, the boards holding his weight. The physician then turned to him, studying his features. He was unfamiliar to her, but his clothing suggested that perhaps he was an emissary or some sort trainee that was sent by Al’sah. A throaty chuckle filled her throat – Al’sah certainly had his ways of discovering her location, making her more impressed with the Assassin. A mistaken submission of a heart was all it took for her to be held some interest. Yet, there was hesitation in her – in her cognac eyes and in her body as the memory of one who had violated her was fresh and that timidness would be constant, but her serene expression betrayed none of her internalized apprehension, “You are looking for me I presume?” She inquired of Crow. The Moonlight did not realize she was face to face with a legend him and mistook him for one of Al’sah’s, “You were sent Al’sah correct?”
——– ℂ𝕣𝕠𝕨’𝕤 ———– ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟚
Crow was known for his patience, his talent with silence but also with how he listened and voiced his thougths. Mysterious when he wanted to be, direct if it was needed and violent if the situation asked for it. Always measured, considered or thoughtful. “I am looking for you.” he replied blunt and to the point. “But not because I am sent.” he added surely to confuse her. The name she mentioned made him the more curious. He pushed himself from the little wall he had leaned against. The leathers of his attire, the claok and the feathers held this shine of the finer quality of Ar. His weaponry mostly hidden or consealed although his dagger could be seen at his waist. The golden sheath rich and adorned with jewls. Crow was in a way vain to his wealth. He had earned it over the many years in his craft. It was why he allowed his slaves to adorn themselves with silks, expensive jewelry. None had ever dared to question or challenge him for it.
“Rumor has it that someone is missing a head and you might have it?” he stated as he would move close – but just far enough to be out of her reach. Keen eyes upon the woman. Studying her face and expression. “Is this true?” he asks. His voice and question held a degree of authority. As if it already might tell her that a lie could have severe consequences while the truth could make an ally
𝕂𝕙𝕦𝕥𝕦𝕝𝕦𝕟
Khutulun appraised this black-clad man before her. He was one she had never seen before but the scent of the leather, freshly oiled and the finery of the jewels reminded her of Imperial Ar and all the experiences she once had there. Her veiled expression was expectant as she anticipated him to be one of Al’sah’s. But this man seemed to hold decades of experience with the furrowing of his brow and the pursuing of his lips. The lines in his forehead and his eyes which beheld faint mixture of curiosity and something else. Often she glimpsed into milky white, pearlescent eyes accompanied by chilled skin. This man was warm, he had endured and his confidence had an ease that no warrior could ever have
A smirk formed on her features, dimples forming in her cheeks as her hand rested on the bag. It was a black glove, digits folding over the brown fabric that was sturdy enough to hold a heavy weight so it seemed.
“Rumor holds true, Killer,” she replied with amusement in her voice, that surreptitious timidity subsiding as she languished in the moment. Her attire was opposite that of the Assassin’s – a brown, peasant attire, raven hijab and veil. An attempt to be close to that forbidden caste not of it. Cheap fabrics were easy to discard and change out of. One did not wear their best when opening tissues.
“It is a specimen I use. A simple slave’s skull. Sometimes for demonstration purposes and others… well it helps me think in some aspect.”
——– ℂ𝕣𝕠𝕨’𝕤 ———– ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟛
Crow could tell she was smirking even if she was wearing a veil. The amusement in her voice was noted too. A woman with his kind of humor? As she answers he would dip his head as in this gesture of acknowledgement to her being that forthcoming. He guessed that her attire was done with reason. She didn’t seem to be the type that went her way without thinking, surely not when her answer came.
“I was once sent a head by a slave. A token of my kindness.” he shared. “I gave her a choice, while another felt I shouldn’t have.” he shrugged there. Perhaps there was something odd to share that story, but he guessed the woman was the more macabre type. So for casual conversation they could compare notes. “I disposed of it. Who knows it might be the one you are tossing about.” As she wasn’t now she could guess that he had observed or was told.
“Now … Since we are talking … I am called Crow.” he offered as to create this scene of familiarity. “You mentioned Al’sah.” he added while keen eyes would almost seem to be piercing through hers. If there was such truth as the eyes being the doors to ones soul, Crow was diving in. Searching for answers to his questions and curioisity. “I was once told it is dangerous to speak names … For one might turn into a turtle.” The story was true, although the one sharing the story – might not be totally taken seriously. “But serious … why would you wait for one of his contacts?” he just asked – ready to receive no answer. Surely he would keep the information for future references although he was hardly in the mood to police the caste.
𝕂𝕙𝕦𝕥𝕦𝕝𝕦𝕟
Khutulun reached into her bag and extracted the skull that was referred to. Her hands gripped the smooth, bleached bone and turned it this way and that. She had cared for it, tended to it and embraced it like a child in his presence. All the while her gaze never left his. Her digits seemed to know the edges and ridges of the bone. A hearty smile appeared on her lips while the Assassin shared his own personal history with bones, “Well,” she began morbidly, “At least it was a gift from the heart. Perhaps you may be correct. It could be your old companion,” she cackled at her own dark joke, her gloved hand smoothing over the ridge of the temple while her other curled beneath where a neck joint would have been, the tips of her fingers curled against the teeth. As he introduced himself, she allowed her smolderin, cognac eyes to appraise his apparel and whispered to herself, “Black hides blood stains,” It was her reasoning for drab, darker clothing that seemed to vex some and her eyes returned to his, “Well met, Crow. I am Khutulun,” A polite nod was offered to him and listened intently to his reasoning, another smirk forming beneath the layers of her veils, “I mentioned Al’sah… you are acquaintaned with him? I am such because of a small, minor mistake… regarding a heart that was accidentally sent to him instead of my original target. A misunderstanding that turned into something lucrative for both of us.”
——– ℂ𝕣𝕠𝕨’𝕤 ———– ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟜
Crow would very much keep his attention to her. Trusted his senses that he would be aware if others would walk up to him. These senses had been developed over many years. First in his training and later in his profession. As he studied her and kept that gaze upon her. He could note the eye colour that held that mystery to them. When the white skull was presented and seemingly caressed he would regard it. “Nope, isn’t the same one.” he reasons. “See this.”as he pointed the space between the eyes “There was more space between them. And this piece here.” he again pointed “looks less well developed. Surely this head belonged to someone that was ugly.” of course he jested as his eyes searched hers once more.
When she spoke of black hiding blood stains he shrugged “I rather try to keep it from staining my cloak.” It was true. Surely some kills were quite messy, but most were done with deadly precision. Quick and swift.
As she introduced herself the name would role over his tongue as if to taste it. “A pleasure Khutulun.” he answers while his head dipped slightly forward. Still his gaze never left hers and remained focused. His brow raised when he learned as to how she had learned to know Al’sah. A killer he respected as he had spoken to him and still knew of his words in the court of the Black Lodge. He had understood his intent instantly. It reminded him of himself so many years ago. The same drive and view as to better the caste. Yet Crow had learned the bitter side of it.
“Now I know I am very easy to trust fellow. But one might be more careful to whom one speaks of being an acquaintance or having a lucrative business with him.” he warned. “Not all have the caste in their good graces. I am quite certain some would rather extinguish us.” He explained.
“So not only a head but also someone lost a heart?” he asks. “One wonders to whom you would sent mine, if it ever was yours?” his question of course to taunt or to learn something of the woman that in short time had intrigued him.
𝕂𝕙𝕦𝕥𝕦𝕝𝕦𝕟
Khutulun had inherited her mother’s eyes, those of which had seen the coming of seasons and the setting of suns and the rise of the moon. She felt the Killer’s gaze keenly upon her heavily garbed form. Unlike some other high caste women who preferred to accentuate their curves to entice, she could easily blend in with low caste and remain unassuming if she wished. She attempted to see the shade of the Killer’s eyes – windows to a soul that had witnessed much and had been part of a legend.
Her name rolled off of his song like a song as he pronounced it correctly in the manner of how he stated it, “I was named after a legendary female wrestler of the Wagon Peoples. Legend has it she would only mate a man who could defeat her. She ended up collecting 10,000 kaiila. She was supposedly never beaten. Khutulun means moonlight.”
While he gestured to the skull, his regard and noted the inaccuracies that compared to the previous one he had, a chuckle departed her throat. “One wonders why you call yourself a bird. I do of course. But it suits you… it means you are swift to fly away when the intensity is much… or is it because your represent death as the crow often does?”
As she listened to him, she tried to place his accent. She had been virtually on most of the planet but his tenor was something that was musical, soft… and lethal. “Ah perhaps you are correct. I was too free in the exchange of names. Aren’t all of you Killers affiliated with one another?”
The heart situation was still the fore front of their discussion and his jest caused her eyes to widen and another smirk to form on her countenance. “Well, Crow if I gained your heart… it would remain in my keeping. But who would offer a heart to a woman who would probably dissect it just to study it?” She was rather enjoying the banter and would move a bit closer to him, but enough distance to where if she needed to escape, her small weapons and vials could aide her and to provide him space should he feel the need too.
——– ℂ𝕣𝕠𝕨’𝕤 ———– ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟝
Crow gained more respect for the woman that didn’t shy away from his gaze. His eyes with their green hue. These eyes are deep and enigmatic, like the moss-covered stones of a hidden grove, whispering tales of forgotten lore. They draw you in, leaving you wondering what mysteries lie behind their depths. He knew that they were often considered one of his best assets when it came to luring people in and keeping them as this flute that would dance before a snake.
He chuckled as she shared the origin of her name. “I know of the tale.” he shared. “I wasn’t aware of the name though.” he admitted in all honesty. Truth often was one of the best weapons. It would not powerplay. It would create this atmosphere of trust and intimacy.
“You wish to know why I was called Crow?” he asks. “I guess it was once chosen because I came from Ar, was a tarnsman with a grand future and enjoyed the shiny things.” he jested. “Over time .. I hope I live up to the name fully as it stands for transformation in a manner of mystery, intelligence and adaptability. ” As he spoke she would learn that his dialect was that of Ar. His ‘former’ Home Stone and the place he grew up in. Her words of him flying away when things would get too intense were met with a arched brow. He was not one that would flee a scene that quickly. But smart enough to not engage when the outcome was uncertain and not in his favour.
He smirked when she spoke of all killers being affiliated. “Some wish.” he simply stated leaving it there. It was up to her as how she would perceive his reply.
When she spoke of his heart and moved closer his eyes give that dare for a moment. It had been since long he felt that excitement in his groin, but he enjoyed this steadfast and courageous woman. Surely the woman must know that there were dangers to and around him. Yet instead of keeping her distance she would move closer. He did not underestimate her though. Perhaps she was armed to her teeth with pins and needles. One more deadlier than the other.
“One wonders what will be found in that heart of mine when it is dissected. Some say it would be empty, while others like to speculate about the depth of it.” he would adjust his leathers – shameless of the effect of the woman upon him. It was her guess as to what would have triggered such. Perhaps he was just like any average Gorean man. Enough appetite for any women that might cross ones path. Or perhaps it had been too long?
[10:10] Belle (bellewhitlocke): Held Nimah’s hand as they left the free Womans hall and maid their way to the Great Temple. As they climbed the stairs she would see the gathering, looking back at Munin..”We need to Shield her from my brother” she whispered and stood with the bond shoulder to shoulder behind everyone gathered
[10:11] Máire (erzascarlettgrey) sighs as she is not allowed in there but didn’t want to be punished or killed for it either. She keeps to herself but would say within ear reach just in case
[10:11] Rhys McTavish (rhys.mcgregor): He would nod as the man spoke and then would give his name as it seemed he forgot that and would as well just tell him to send for him when it was a better time as he had no idea of this event.
He nods to the man and then says, “Aye of course, My name is Rhys McTavish. I was born and raised in Helmetsport.” He just started and then says, “When you are able and not busy. We can drink and talk. Just send for me.” he tells the man.
[10:13] Niamh (karlotte.shelman) walked up in silence. As if with every step she was making something was added to her life. Her life had been simple. The simply life of a slave was simply obey. But slowly she had been given more responsibilities and with this it was the last formal event for having it in full.
She smiled to Belle. The hand was very much appreciated and she squeezed. How welcoming they had been. She was overwhelmed by gratitude but also adoration. As she shielded her from view she chuckled “Thankfully I am small huh?” she jested – clearly due to her nerves.
[10:15] Muninn had been to collect Niamh and Bell, but only because she wanted to see the bride before the ceremony before she wasnt allowed in the temple. but then as Belle spoke she her she nodded her head and tried to make herself bigger by standing as straight as possible. she knew that she wouldnt see them joined with Portus but she was glad that she could at least spend a moment with them before hand.
[10:16] Rhys McTavish (rhys.mcgregor): He noded to the man but had things to attend to so he would not be able to attend the handfasting. Too as well he did not know the people. So he felt off attending just to attend.
He looks to Katun and then says, “I have some things to do. I will see you at this feast eh.” He would advise and then would say, “May the wind be at ya back. And the three old women be kind on ya fates.” He just says..
[10:16] ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱʜɪ ꜰᴇɴʀɪʀ ᴍᴀʜᴀʟᴀʜ (allan.frostbite) stepped forward quietly, his geta clacking softly against the stone as he arrived, his serene smile unfaltering. He offered a respectful bow to the gathered figures, his hand resting lightly on the hilt of his blade, not in challenge but in quiet assurance. His gaze swept the scene, noting each individual with a thoughtful nod, and he spoke in a tone as calm as a mountain stream, “I see you all. It is good to witness such a gathering of purpose and bonds.” His eyes flickered with subtle humor as he added, “Though it seems the temple grows more exclusive by the moment… a good thing I am content with the chill of the glacier at my back.” With another bow, he took his place among the onlookers, unhurried and unassuming.
[10:17] Eva (euternity): watching them all slightly and looks at their clothing for brief moment. “Tal Im Terny” she greats while she was disguising herself for certain reasons. As her real name is Eva but kept it to herself really. She temp her voice little more lower but northen accent .Asfter all she came on very long journey .
[10:19] Marleneus Strömberg (marleneus) smiles seeing the girls “Tal Daughter, Daughter to be”
[10:19] Belle (bellewhitlocke): She would look around to those standing seeing her brother enter the hall she would just smile. The little bratty brother grew into someone very special. Standing next to Munin she would look over and wink. then turn back to Niamh.. “I am so happy for you to be joining our family. Thank you for being such a friend to me when needed and well just thank you” she held the tears in her eyes back by blinking a few times only to see her father and Amira joining them “Tal Foddir, Amira.. Everyone has gathered inside if you would like to join them, ill stay out here with Niamh, make sure Munin here doesnt run off with her “
[10:19] Niamh (karlotte.shelman) felt someone approach from behind and turned. Her smile brightens. She would release Belle’s hand and take that one of Amira. A warm and kind smile given to Marleneus. “Heilsa.” she offered them kindly. “I am so glad you both are here. I can’t put it in words.” she added sincere. “She noted the red and black and grinned “I think the others are already inside.”
[10:20] ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱʜɪ ꜰᴇɴʀɪʀ ᴍᴀʜᴀʟᴀʜ (allan.frostbite) stepped forward quietly, his geta clacking softly against the stone as he arrived, his serene smile unfaltering. He offered a respectful bow to the gathered figures, his hand resting lightly on the hilt of his blade, not in challenge but in quiet assurance. His gaze swept the scene, noting each individual with a thoughtful nod, and he spoke in a tone as calm as a mountain stream, “I see you all. It is good to witness such a gathering of purpose and bonds.” His eyes flickered with subtle humor as he added, “Though it seems the temple grows more exclusive by the moment… a good thing I am content with the chill of the glacier at my back.” With another bow, he took his place among the onlookers, unhurried and unassuming.
[10:22] Marleneus Strömberg (marleneus) kissed them both on the cheek and smiled warmly, taking Amira’s hand and dragging her along towards the stone building. “As you wish Daughter, we will be eagerly waiting inside.”
[10:22] Aɱḯɾα Strömberg (lillywhitmoore) would make her way up to the hall still looking around taking this all in she stayed close to her mate as she was unsure of what she was feeling she would smile and went to hug Niamh but then stopped and took her hand, “I wouldnt miss it for the world” she said then she would smile at Belle, “Tal, and um okay” she said
[10:22] Aɱḯɾα Strömberg (lillywhitmoore) she followed her mate in the hall
[10:24] Niamh (karlotte.shelman) watched as they would enter and her eyes rest upon Katrin and Eva “Will you join us inside too?” she asks them.
[10:25] Muninn heard a familiar voice and turned around to see Marleneus, but she only smiled back at him in return. then Belle spoke and she gave a small pout as she wouldnt steal Niamh at least not before the ceremony. she turned and looked to her former bond and gave them a smile “Im so happy for you and glad that you get to be happy” she told them “Now go get your man” she said as she knew that the proceedings would be starting soon.
[10:25] Eva (euternity): sees the people moving towards the temple . And would interfer with the ceremony. As she did not know these people at all, except for one and meeting one of them not long ago. “Congrats, be looking around this villages a bit” “she grins under her scarf but was not the one with any bad intentions.
[10:27] Belle (bellewhitlocke): She would reach back and grab Niamh’s hand.. ” you ready, lets do this” she smiled widely at her friend “Hopefully Bear doesnt get jealous and all” giving off a soft laugh as they made their way in
[10:27] Niamh (karlotte.shelman) frowns to Eva but turns to Muninn. She would wink to her and than decides to hug her tightly “Thank you,friend.” she whispered to her. It was clear that she hated her not being there. Friendship could go beyond status and here it was heartfelt and sincere.
[10:27] Niamh (karlotte.shelman) turned to Belle “As I ever be.”
[10:30] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): turns as his mate joins him almost speechless as i see her….”you look amazing and so pretty I am such a lucky man to have you in my life”,,,,takes her hand in mine
[10:32] Niamh (karlotte.shelman) would enter the tempel her steps as ever calculated and thoughtful. Her eyes upon the familiar figure of Portus. If there had been doubts about this life – they had been long gone. There was nothing that would have her hesitate.
As he turned she smiled to him. Her eyes light and shiny by the tears that seemed to burn behind them. Overwhelmed by the love she feels for him. She grins as he takes her hand. “You too.” she replied. Her voice unsteady of her adoration for him.
[10:33] Ragnar ‘the Pariah’ Stormheart looked over to see Marleneus and Amira, and nodded to them both, gesturing them forward toward the front of the temple to stand with him. He noticed others were arriving, but there was a time that he would indeed start with his preparations. Never one for big speeches, but understood the necessity at this particular moment.
“Last time we gathered like this, it was to witness the claim of this man, Portus of Clan Stromberg, to the free woman, Niamh of Axe Glacier. She has accepted the proposal, and the bride price has been paid. This day, before gods and men, we are here to make their pairing final.” He looked toward Marleneus again, “In attendance are the Parents of Portus, Marleneus and Amira of Tovaldsburg.” He opened the floor to them both. “It is appropriate that they be the ones to officiate the Hand-fasting and exchanging of vows and ancestral weapon.”
[10:35] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): smiles as his father and mother standing up front…proud to belong to this honourable family
[10:39] Marleneus Strömberg (marleneus) stepped forward proudly and took each be the hand, placing Niamh’s into Portus large hand. “It has been tradition by time immemorial to fasten the hands of you two in the bonds of companionship before all those present and the Hold Jarl. I am honored to be here to preform the same.”
[10:40] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): feels her tiny hand in my paw ever mindful how delicate she may be
[10:41] Niamh (karlotte.shelman) would look to Ragnar as he spoke and than turned to see Marleneus and Amira come forward. She looked up to Portus seeing his pride in them. She was pleased to see this. She was too. They had been so welcoming, so warm and kind. Regardless of what she had been – or – what she might have brought.
She would listen and smile as Marleneus approached and stood before Portus. As she never had witnessed these ceremonies she was curious as to what was to come. Trusting upon the guidance of others.
As her hands was placed within that of Portus she smiled up to him. Turning to Marleneus as to hear his words.
[10:41] Marleneus Strömberg (marleneus): “I have chosen a ribbon of brown which symbolizes Earth, Grounding, Talent and Hope.” I wrapped in in and around your wrist and fingers and tied a knot in the ribbon “This is where the expression tying the knot comes from in a companionship ceremony and the coloer I put much thought into.”
[10:42] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): nods in appreciation at his fathers considered words
[10:43] Ragnar ‘the Pariah’ Stormheart stepped back to give the floor to the parents of the Groom and his bride. It was relieving to see such bonds had not been broken and all were ther eto bear witness to the celebration.
[10:43] Marleneus Strömberg (marleneus): “As our clan is farmers by trade we value the earth upon which we stand, proud to call it home, to produce our sustenance and to set your roots into. This will ground you to the place you wish to expand your family, letting the talents you both possess add to your Villages, and the love you share which is evident to your mother and i, to all you encounter to grow without measure and bounds.”
[10:45] Marleneus Strömberg (marleneus): “May your union be blessed with love and companionship from this day forward, may your steel always defend your companion in all things, and may you never suffer dishonor if within your power to prevent.”
[10:46] Niamh (karlotte.shelman) felt the ribbon tied and would see the symbolism in it. Earth – she memorized.
She smiled as the family was mentioned and the expanding of it. Something that had never been in her cards until now. She beamed as they spoke of the love they felt for one and other.
Her heart was one that could burst at times. An emotion completely new to her. But here she stood. Tied to what she believed the love of her life.
[10:48] Aɱḯɾα Strömberg (lillywhitmoore) stayed by her mates side as she would listen to te to the words spoken by her mate she smiled proudly as she listened to them she was proud of her mate and her family
[10:55] Lucian TaVar (lucain.corvinus): watches the ceremony with a joyous heart for the two slipping a charm into Ingrid’s palm with a smile
[10:56] Ragnar ‘the Pariah’ Stormheart listened to Marleneus speak as he completed the Hand Fasting and nodded to them all. “It is tradition that a man presents his ancestral weapon to his bride during such an occasion. Such is also the case now.” He walked over to the altar and lifted the Axe in both hands and presented it to the crowd as it lay across his hands. “This weapon is your legacy…” He looked to Amira and offered the weapon to her. “…as such it will be the weapon rightfully carried by your Son, and his son after him, and his son after. This represent the sart of your legacy. Wear it proudly.”
[10:58] Ingrid Tessa Steele (lilithdarkensangwl) as she would watch looking down blinks looking at lucian then looking down seeing the charm not to sure why she was given this .She would not say a word for now as a mating was going on before them .Taking a breath in and out slowly watching sill on whats going on.
[10:59] Niamh (karlotte.shelman) smiled towards Amira. It had all started with her choice. To allow her entrance or keep her outside of the gates. This seemed like a life time ago and in a way it was. Yet who would have guessed that this would be the outcome? So many moments flashed by that were all little events leading up to this.
She squeezed Portus a little as to let him know that she was very committed and there. If there were dreams that could come true. She was living truth of it.
She kept observing. When the weapons was held up and one spoke of a son. She would again search for the look of Portus. A child. A son? She was so full of more dreams with him.
[11:00] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): looks at his bride smiling knowing a myriad thoughts and emotions would be flooding her right now
[11:04] Aɱḯɾα Strömberg (lillywhitmoore) she moved towards Rangnar and laid out both hands so the axe would rest in them and be supported she would then turn and walk towards her daughter in law and offered it to her she looked at both of them “A legacy is what you make of it people will always remember things about you the good the bad the ugly” she started “Through your lives there will be good and bad just remember in the bad the love you both share with each other and remember your family is always there even if it is in a distance, remember to always cherish each other and the love that you have for each other because that love can get you through anything” she said smiling to them both before handing her the axe and stepping back by her mates side
[11:06] Niamh (karlotte.shelman) would feel the heaviness of the axe in their hands. The red ribbons attached to the axe and the brown around their hands. She studied it as she held it. Understanding it would be for the future of their family and first born son.
[11:12] Ragnar ‘the Pariah’ Stormheart stepped away from the Altar as the Axe was handed over, watching how Amira carried it, and Niamh accepted it. He moved closer to the two of them and stood parallel on the other side of Marleneus and Amira, gesturing the two forward that they take their place before the gods. “Here in this sacred place, I ask that you both affirm your vows to one another before the gods and witnessed by men. Speak loudly, speak proudly. Let it be known your devotion.” he looked to Portus. “The groom will speak first.”
[11:17] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): turns and faces the woman he loves and cups her face in my palm….”I make this declaration in public before all gathered here and the gods that i vow with all that i posses that i will provide all that you need and will defend you with my weapons and body until my dying breath…I will provide you with all the love i posses and to our future issue may i be struck down now should i fail to live up to this solemn vow before you today”
[11:18] Niamh (karlotte.shelman) listens to Portus as he spoke. Her eyes filled with tears knowing the sincerity. She would clear her throat ensuring that every word was to be heard. They weren’t spoken lightly. In truth she never spoken them to anyone ever before.
“In the shadows of time, I vow to be your eternal companion, a whisper in the wind that guides you through the unknown. I promise to cherish the enigma of our bond, to stand by your side as we unravel the secrets of our shared journey. With every heartbeat, I pledge my unwavering support, my endless affection, and my deepest respect. Together, we shall dance through the twilight, creating a symphony of love, mystery, and endless possibilities. In your presence, I find my home, my heart, and my forever. I vow this to you, my beloved Portus. In the presence of the Gods so they know and value the truth of it.”
[11:19] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): retains my composure despite the words of her heart
[11:24] Ragnar ‘the Pariah’ Stormheart listened on to the both of them and he looked over to the statues of the gods and then told them both. “Your voices have been heard. Your vows have been spoken.” He looked to the others. “The gods see you. We see you, Portus of Clan Stromberg, and Niamh of Axe Glacier. Let your words be etched in this hall, in the minds of those presence and may your devotion to each other never falter.” He pounded a fist over his chest. “Now… Portus.. officially claim your bride.”
[11:25] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): ponds my chest in reply and turns and takes my bride in my arms and kisses her with love in front of all
[11:26] Aɱḯɾα Strömberg (lillywhitmoore) wraps her arm around her mate as she watches her son
[11:27] Niamh (karlotte.shelman) felt herself still tied to him and her tears still would run down her cheek. So overwhelmed by the love and adoration as she is taken from her feet and into one of his delightful kisses.
She answered them with all her might as to sent promises to his lips.
[11:27] Marleneus Strömberg (marleneus) raises a fist into the air and cheers out as if a warcry “Well done my son!”
[11:28] ƝoгƓ ƬгуƓvє UԼƒ ƁίгƓίг (noragark) me smiles crosses his arms upon his chest “aye. well done. congratulations”
[11:29] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): smiles across at his family so proud in his choice of partner
[11:29] Belle (bellewhitlocke): Had been silent through out the ceremony, her tears hidden through her smile as she watched and heard every word said. As her brother took his bride into his arms she couldnt help but to clap.. “Congrats to you both” is all she could muster out
[11:30] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): i think we could all do with a drink now then
[11:30] Lucian TaVar (lucain.corvinus): HAIL Brother congratulations to you both
[11:30] Ingrid Tessa Steele (lilithdarkensangwl) smiles at the new couple ” congratulations ”she would say in a low voice then looking to the gem in her hand looking to Lucian ” what is this ?” she would lift her hands up that holds the gem
[11:31] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): thank you all for being here and sharing this moment with us
[11:31] Ragnar ‘the Pariah’ Stormheart announced, “There is one final thing to do. The Brud-Hlaup. The couple will race to the feast hall. This symbolizes the start of their nw live together. So… To the Long hall!” He let the couple go first and others to trail behind them. “Brud-hlaup! Go!”
[11:32] Niamh (karlotte.shelman) was speechless as she would start to run.
Posted in Niamh, Synin with tags Niamh on January 14, 2025 by crow1971
[14:02] Synin (karlotte.shelman) washed her hands and face before she stepped in. Still the scent of the soaps of her earlier bath might drift along her. “Greetings.” she offered kindly. “No book this time?” she asks. Her keen eyes study him as to gage his mood.
[14:04] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) nods politely to Synin, given their history, he was often far kinder to her now, than before. Even being sweet enough to slink a smile on, “Its good to see you Synin, how are you?” Sitting up some no that he wasn’t alone, lost to the heavy thoughts that plagued him in silent times. “Perhaps I could invite you to play a board game,” hitching his question out in a friendly and respectable way. This time, unlike many other encounters, he didn’t eye her up like some bit of flesh. Instead, he had acclimated to her new title.
[14:07] Synin (karlotte.shelman) would regard him with the true intent to meet him in this world of understanding. “I am doing excellent. But I do wish to present a question.” she replied . As he suggested a bord game “Which game ? As a bond I was not permitted to play all the board games … ” she would inch closer curious to what he might wish to suggest they play.
[14:08] Edrick WΛЯWICҜ (eddie.dashuria): aye there
[14:09] Synin (karlotte.shelman) dipped her head “Heilsa.” she offered.
[14:09] Edrick WΛЯWICҜ (eddie.dashuria): nods looking at his bond .. “is this main long hall ? should my bond unrobe?
[14:10] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) Looks about, and nods to Edrick, “If she is yours, it would be your choice, but thats my opinion.” Speaking now to Synin, “this is a board game called war.”
[14:10] Charlotte (charlott.lopez) face drops … Its freezing Jarl .. looks at the free and bows her head “greetings “
[14:11] Synin (karlotte.shelman) looks at Edrick “From what I understood they are allowed boots and sleeves.” she recalled the rules of her mate and the hall mistress.
[14:12] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) inspected the man over, nodding once more when he sat down. “I am Arnthorr,” leaving the rest of his titles out as he spoke to the man. “And Synin, what did you want to ask? Or is it something you’d like to discuss in private?”
[14:12] Charlotte (charlott.lopez) blinked looking down at her furs they was hardly covering anything as it was … she stepped closer to the fire and warmed herself up a little
[14:14] Synin (karlotte.shelman) frowns at the suggestion of the board game ‘War’ “War? That sounds very tragic and with a lot of loss.” she replied but smiled “My question is my name …” she tells him. “I wish to change my name … one that is chosen well and will be that of my future instead of my past … Can you ask the Gods if such is wise ?” she asks.
[14:15] Edrick WΛЯWICҜ (eddie.dashuria): signals to his bond to come to him ” come over to me bond leave your boots and and your fur collar only, I will help some to teach how the north serves ..” he then looks up to the man hearing him ” well met Arnthor .. I am Edrick from Torv … thats where i met Synin
[14:16] Edrick WΛЯWICҜ (eddie.dashuria): ” sorry I forgot to mention I stole this Bond from the south.. long story.. and she can be unmindful at time but you notice i carry a whip now
[14:17] Charlotte (charlott.lopez) looks at the fire than back to her Jarl charlottes teeth was chattering she wasent used to the cold weather she let out a sigh slipping her fur down that was barely covering her chest dropping it to the floor and steps out of it …
[14:17] Synin (karlotte.shelman) looked at the girl “I am sure there are ways to keep warm.” she suggests.
[14:17] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) listened to Synin’s question, which made him smile. “I’d be honored to help you find a new name. We could consult the Runes, if you’d like? Let them guide us on the selection? And I do not need to speak with the gods about it,” standing up now. The crippled man hobbled and leaned into his axe, walking over to Synin to inspect her a bit closer. “It is natural to let the past die, when you’ve become, free once again.” When Edrick spoke about the slave and who he was, the Rune Priest did stop and turn his attention to him. Nodding here and there to indicate he followed along, even turning some so that his one eye could finally fall onto the Bondmaiden. Of course, her nakedness was enjoyed, something that nearly distracted him. “She seems attentive to your words,” giving him a smirk.
[14:21] Synin (karlotte.shelman) looked at the Rune Priest and her eyes light up as he was not all to bothered by her request. Somewhat the opposite. “I would very much like that.” she stated. “There is one I favor …but I wish to be certain.” she shared. As the man turned to the bond she laughed. “See, bond.” she turns to the girl “There are many ways to get warm … it isn’t all to difficult.” she would look at the rune priest “Is there a moment in which such would suit you best ?”
[14:22] Charlotte (charlott.lopez) looked at the Mistress … her head dropped further her long tressels of hair now covering her face … she stood a little closer feeling slightly uncomfortable with unfamiliar surroundings … ” i am sure it cannot be much different to the south Jarl ” whats involved a horn and some mead ?” she tilted her head as in deep thought charlotte was wandering if she had bit more off than she could chew
[14:23] Edrick WΛЯWICҜ (eddie.dashuria): Listen to Synin .. and the Priest not wanting to join in on the conversation that I might not be good at giving advice. Looks over at his slave not listening well to come to him ” Char come now and fill this Horn for me … I want my mead ” looks at her pulling his horn from his side
[14:26] Synin (karlotte.shelman) laughs “Oh there are some differences .. in fairness the North is more kind in a way than the South is while the work is much harder.” she shared. “Here one can be more bold and sassy. While in the South much is to be said for dress and jewelry .. here it is how one plays her instrument.”
[14:27] Charlotte (charlott.lopez) walks around the long table stretching out her arm wrapping her fingers around the horn and takes it from her Jarl she pulled it close to her and spins on her heels eyes scanning for where the mead was kept … she dident know where anything was nor and clothes to polish up the horn she lowered her voice a soft mumble escaping her lips ” do i help myself Jarl or will i be pointed in the right direction!”
[14:28] Edrick WΛЯWICҜ (eddie.dashuria): laughs at Syinn …. ” Yeah she best better Play a good flute in the north or suffer from a whip in the Tavern ” ahhah laughs with Syinn. Then looks at the bond Char.. Yes get it out of the Mead barrols over there in the corner
[14:30] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) enjoyed the way Charlotte spun, giving her body a nice animation that he could admire. But he focused his attention on Synin, “We can speak of it now. Let us go to the open air, perhaps invite the spirits to speak with us?” Then, his professional concern bled into his thinking. Instead of asking her what popped into his head that moment, he’d save the question for a bit more discretion. “Edrick, would you excuse us? We’ll return once I’ve helped my friend here,” claiming that Synin was now a friend fo his.
[14:31] savagelybeautiful: “the Hall Mistress.” She said softly looking into the circular building. “The men of the hold are about clearing the land nd building houses.”
[14:31] Synin (karlotte.shelman) smiled “That is most kind.” she offered the Priest as he would see to it now. She would move forward as to follow his lead. “Whenever you are ready.” she dipped her head to the others.
[14:34] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) once outside, and away from the others, he’d politely ask, “There are a few ways we can go about this. We can invite the spirits (If you have a name in mind), which will require you to enjoy the fruit of the gods,” tapping his bag with the insinuation that there was something inside of it that she’d have to eat. “Or, we can speak with the Runes, to see what they suggest? Lastly, I could simply tell you of some notable women from my history.”
[14:36] Synin (karlotte.shelman) followed his lead. Her eyes trail over the spots she had seen when they had entered the settlement. Not all that long ago. The serene quiet and yet knowing now that the buzz would come soon after this.
But here she was now quiet and serious, watching and listening. As he suggested how to proceed she frowns and would go the most honest route. “In my dreams there has been a name … A name that fell from the lips of the man I love … ” she shared. “I would like to know if it might be the one I should pick for my future. Surely as Synin was a name given in my slavery and bondage.” she was slightly weary “Is it dangerous ? A sort of drug ?”
[14:40] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) “It is, yes,” he didn’t lie to her. “If you are potentially with child, I would suggest that you don’t eat of it. But, if you are free of such, and are willing to trust me, it will make you see and hear things that your normal state is unaware of. Often, its these voices that sing to me, calling me into action. Sometimes the elves of the forest come out to play, other times I hear of the Dwarves singing far underground.” The man was smiling as he recalled these events. “There is a slight chance that your stomach will become upset, nothing a visit to a bucket or pot wont cure,” trying to encourage her, he’d show off the mushrooms after pulling them out from his bag. Perhaps with her standing so close, she’d see that in his bag, the very one he carried around all the time, were to head shaped -things- wrapped up in white cloth. They were clearly human head shaped, one larger then the other. “These are the fruits of the gods, not all mushrooms, only the ones that purple when sliced.”
[14:44] Synin (karlotte.shelman) listens and was someone that could truly see the value in truth. It was something she held as a precious gift as it was rare and unique. She would study him. “I can not be with child.” she replied. “I have not yet held the counter of the slave wine I had more than I can chew.” she stated in jest. She had never objected to it even if it were the bitter brew.
She would study the mushrooms and regard him “Tell me … could they make me do things I might regret ?” she asks him once more “I have not spoken to Portus about my quest … I do not wish to confront him with behavior that does not fit the status he has given me.” she hoped upon his honesty again. Much depended on it.
[14:48] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) “There are times that the gods will influence you. Sometimes, those very lucky few, expose themselves to be open to such things.” While he spoke, he sloughed his feet towards one of the mounds, touching at the door of it in a Runic fashion that encouraged the stone to pull away like magic. What Synin didn’t know, was it wasn’t magic, rather it was the influence of the Priest Kings. Their technology had extended even here, and somehow the pattern he drew on it activated the stone. “I have seen a woman embody the spirit of something greater than myself, becoming someone entirely different before my eyes, while under the influence of the mushrooms. What do you fear,” he said in a low voice? “If you can not become full with a child, then I’d say, try it. And if you find yourself losing control, know you’re at home, safe among our people. And i will defend you for whatever state of mind you find yourself in?”
[14:52] Synin (karlotte.shelman) followed and trusted upon his lead. She was very much aware of the technology but did not recognize this one. In all she had only truly observed that of the enemy – The Kurri. Sure there had been those around her that had protected her from them as her knowledge in the wrong hands could ignite chaos to a world of Gor and such was dangerous in the greater scheme of things.
“Than I would like to try it.” she replied hoping her voice held the same determination as her mind had given it.
[14:54] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) settled down his bag, only to begin pulling out one mushroom cap, starting off slow with the woman. And although alone with Synin, he wouldn’t manipulate the situation this time. Truthfully, he was accommodating her with what she asked of him. (When you take the mushroom, roll a dice, if its 1-10 you become sick and have the horrible shits. 11-50 you become nice and stoned, 51-90 your high lasts a few hours and is joyful. 91-100 you trip so hard that you begin to see, the unseen.)
[14:56] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) if she accepted the cap, he’d collect four of his own, intentionally eating them while looking her in the eyes with his one. “This spell will require music, and your voice. Know that this is a safe place,” gesturing to the interior, “the ancestors of this place see you, they know that you are one of them. No evil will come forth, no spirits of malice or harm will touch you, because I am here.”
[14:57] Synin (karlotte.shelman) would look at him she would take them and plop them in her mouth. In anything she had made the decision earlier and would simply go with his truth. She would smile as he spoke no evil would come from it. Her tender heart and honest and sincere personality would break by the thought of anything malicious.
[14:58] zCS Karlotte Shelman rolled 73 (100).
[15:01] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) “You will feel first a warmth from your loins, which moves up through you, for it is where our spirits sit. You’ll feel it move through you, a pleasure of life will make itself known now. And from this peace and joy, we will find your new name. We will acknowledge that you die today Synin, your old life will be put into the earth, and your new name will become ~who~ you are now.” The authority he spoke in came out with a sage like quality, even the speed in which he spoke was like a lazy perfumed smoke.
[15:01] zCS Haldurus Resident rolled 2 (100).
[15:06] Synin (karlotte.shelman) closed her eyes for a moment as she felt a sensation from within. Her hands move to the spot that felt warm moving up over her belly, over her breast to where her heart would pound underneath. Her breath slow as she felt the name came as this easy breath. “Niamh.” the name spoken with the true meaning [sounds like nee-uvh]. As the sound of it resonated it brought a smile to her lips. Feeling joyful and lifted in spirit.
[15:13] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) nods his head, “Then you will dig a hole, and you speak the name of your previous life into it, and then bury it here. Adopt the new name Niamh, Freewoman of Axe Glacier.” He was going to give a little speech, but his stomach suddenly made a grumpy gurgling sound. His face gave a worried look, and his hand quickly covered his bellybutton. The next churning sound resembled a wet bag of marbles being shaken around, which happened to contort his face, making him look twisted. Even his brows bunched up, and his face started to shine with a cool perspiration.
With a slow movement, he tried to hobble to the door in a worried butt pinching wobbled. It looked like the man had hidden some coins between his cheeks, and was fearful of losing them. Even pinching his thighs together while his cane hurriedly tap and pulled at the grounds. By the time he started to trace out the magical rune on the door, he did it with such panicked rush that he fucked up the patern. A depressed sigh came out of him, but not from his mouth, while drawing the rune a second time.
When the door opened up he’d whimper a little while squeezing his way out, “Forgive me Synin.” Just as he started to make his way towards an unsuspecting bush, a small fart that pitched its octave up as he panickedly pinched his cheeks together, snuffing out the sound completely. Like a duckling, he hobbled to the nearest bush, while moaning in protest to the moment, just to relieve himself. “Odin’s hairy balls,” he lamented in a sorrowful tone, “it burns a little!”
[15:21] Synin (karlotte.shelman) listens to his instructions and was like making a mental note as to follow his lead to the letter. When she noted the change. Her eyes narrow and grow large, as she sees his demeanor change in something she had seen before.
“Oh?” it was hard for her to come down from this joyous cloud of unicorns and pink ribbons. But she was medical trained and taught “Erm …” she observed him as he started to move towards the exit and truly tried to see it for what it was. But the ribbons tangled her in nothing that would stink that bad or have the outcome of what she figured was to come.
“Odins?” she echo’s .. as if to comprehend what was going on … but under that cloud of bliss she figured those mushrooms had a very different effect upon him.
[15:24] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) the horrible sounds of a man shitting out in the freezing woods, was horrible. There was no grace to him now, he was clinging onto the side of the ruins, trying to hide in the tree line, shitting. It was a horrible flunging sound of him gushing, and complaining. As this unpleasant horrible event continued, him clawing at the frozen stone, and freezing his nuts off. There were moments where he’d cling onto his pants, trying to make sure he didn’t ruin them in this moment. And he was of panicked and sound mind enough to remove his bag too. But if anyone came out to see him, he’d just ignore them and ride out the horrible trip. “Please… Send a bond with a towel or something,” his voice jittered and snapped as his teeth chattered from the cold.
[15:33] Synin (karlotte.shelman) would look to the ground – she wanted to follow his instructions and yet she heard him even from within. As he spoke of her collecting bonds with towels her eyes grow large “What ?” surely her mood was quite different than his. Nothing could harm her. Music to her ears as she started to sing “She met a soul, kind and true, With eyes like the sky, and a heart that knew. Together they danced, under the moon’s soft gleam, In a world of magic, like a beautiful dream.”
She would go to her knees and started to dig, calling over her shoulder “Just a moment.” she hated that he was in such a predicament but surely nothing bad would happen for that small moment. Unaware that the ground was of course hard and her digging was difficult. She would glance over her shoulder once more, using her concealed dagger. As the whole seemed big enough “Synin.” she whispered to it. quickly covering it once more.
She would move out straightening here shoulders “how many ?” she asks before she would go.
[15:34] Second Life: Synin (Karlotte Shelman) is now known as Niamh.
[15:40] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) “Great googly-moooglies,” he complained as he again started to create the worst kinds of sounds. “Its getting all over my damn boots,” he complained as he tried to crab walk in his squatting stance up onto the higher portions of the treeline. “Never mind,” he strained out, elongating the two words under the pressure of his own scrunching face. “I ate too many,” gagging those words out, “the smell. Gha!”
Eventually the horrible moment did pass, leaving him exhausted and panting for breath like some well used Bondmaiden. “Dont… don’t gether anything. Its just on my boots, thankfully,” speaking in a breathy and embarrassed tiny voice. “Don’t send… Anyone out here… to see my shame…” Gulping, and trying to recover from his stomach’s emptying out so violently through what was left of his ass. A part of him just had to look back at the damage, frowning at the idea of the Hold Jarl finding the artistic shit splash he had dashing across the floor here.
“Its so cold out here,” finding a pine cone to wipe his ass with, just to toss it into the mess he left behind him. “And the animals really do leave some wicked droppings out here,” totally trying to cover up the fact that he just shat so publicly. “Well have to keep an eye out for whatever Bosk is on the loose, right Niamh!?” Rasing his voice in a pleading demand!
[15:48] Niamh (karlotte.shelman) would simply nod “Too many ?” she tried to keep her voice even. But there was too much difference in experience. Hers was rainbows, roses and daisies. And his … well more the darker side of its spectrum.
“Your boots ?” she asks “Do you wish me to collect others ?” she asks him. She would now look over her shoulders. What would people think if they saw them here so together.
“Do … well … I … ” she wondered if she needed to get into the medical mind of addressing it and seeing if the man was in any danger. The smell that came from him … she would wave her hand as to keep the smell at bay “Do you wish me to do anything further ?” she asks – her time to retire was there.
[15:49] ArnÞórr Njörðr (haldurus) “Simply, avoid talking about this to anyone, alright? I don’t want to end up being called some funny name for my loose stomach.” When she left, he’d bow his head to her.
[15:50] Niamh (karlotte.shelman) felt like hopping to home. “Thank you.” she offered. Surely she wouldn’t tell everyone, but still some she figured.
In the heart of a bustling city, there lived a dancer named Seraphina, whose every movement was a symphony of grace and mystery. She wore a jewel known as Luna’s Enigma, a rare and beautiful amulet that shimmered with an otherworldly light. As she danced, the jewel seemed to pulse in time with her heartbeat, casting an enchanting glow that captivated all who watched.
Seraphina’s performances were legendary, drawing crowds from far and wide. Each night, she would take to the stage, her movements fluid and mesmerizing, as if she were weaving a spell with every step. The audience would hold their breath, entranced by the ethereal beauty of her dance and the mysterious allure of the jewel she wore.
But it was not just her talent that made Seraphina unforgettable. It was the way she seemed to transcend the ordinary, her presence a beacon of rare beauty and enigmatic charm. She inspired dreams and stirred hearts, leaving an indelible mark on all who had the privilege of witnessing her art.
In the grand city of Ar, there was a powerful Ubar named Marlenus. Known for his strategic mind and unyielding ambition, Marlenus had heard tales of Seraphina, the enchanting dancer, and the mystical jewel she wore, Luna’s Enigma. The stories of her beauty and the amulet’s mysterious powers captivated him, and he became determined to possess both.
Marlenus believed that Luna’s Enigma held the key to untold fortunes and power, and he was convinced that Seraphina’s grace and charm would be the perfect complement to his reign. He sent his most trusted emissaries to seek out the dancer and bring her to his palace. The journey was fraught with challenges, but Marlenus’s desire to obtain the amulet and the dancer drove him to overcome every obstacle.
As the emissaries approached the city where Seraphina performed, they marveled at the tales of her mesmerizing dances and the jewel’s ethereal glow. They knew that convincing her to join Marlenus would not be an easy task, but they were prepared to offer her the world in exchange for her presence at the Ubar’s side.
The stage was set for a meeting that would change the course of their lives, as Seraphina’s destiny intertwined with that of the ambitious Ubar, Marlenus.
When Seraphina was brought before Ubar Marlenus, she listened to his grand promises and offers of wealth and power. However, her heart was not swayed by material riches or the allure of a grand palace. She valued her freedom and the joy she found in her art above all else. With a calm and resolute voice, she declined his offer, choosing to remain true to herself and her passion for dance.
Marlenus, unaccustomed to being refused, felt a surge of anger. His face darkened, and his eyes burned with fury. He could not comprehend how anyone could turn down such an opportunity. His rage was palpable, but Seraphina stood her ground, her serene demeanor a stark contrast to his tempestuous outburst. In that moment, she embodied the true power of inner strength and conviction, leaving Marlenus to grapple with his unfulfilled desires.
In a fit of rage, Ubar Marlenus decided that if he couldn’t possess Seraphina and Luna’s Enigma, no one else would. He summoned a shadowy figure known only in whispers—a feared assassin whose skills were unmatched. The Ubar’s command was clear: eliminate the dancer and take the amulet. The assassin, driven by loyalty and the promise of a hefty reward, set out on his dark mission, determined to fulfill Marlenus’s vengeful wish. The stage was now set for a confrontation that would test Seraphina’s resilience and the true power of Luna’s Enigma.
In the dead of night, the assassin struck with lethal precision, ending Seraphina’s life and claiming Luna’s Enigma. Ubar Marlenus, now in possession of the coveted amulet, expected his fortunes to change. However, as days turned into weeks, he found that the jewel brought him nothing but emptiness. The wealth and power he sought remained elusive, and the once-mighty Ubar was left to ponder the true cost of his ambition. The legend of Seraphina and Luna’s Enigma became a cautionary tale, a reminder that some treasures are beyond the grasp of even the most powerful rulers.
Indeed, the true power of Luna’s Enigma was revealed to be bound by honor and valor. The amulet, when taken through deceit or theft, brought nothing but misfortune and emptiness. However, when won in a fair fight or battle, it bestowed great fortune and prosperity upon its rightful owner. This revelation turned Luna’s Enigma into a symbol of integrity and courage, reminding all who sought it that true fortune could only be achieved through noble means. The legend of Seraphina and the amulet lived on, teaching generations the value of honor and the true essence of fortune.
The amulet, now known as Luna’s Enigma, has become the coveted prize for the grand tournament. Warriors and adventurers from far and wide gather, each driven by the legend of its power and the promise of fortune it bestows upon the worthy. The tale of Seraphina and the amulet’s true nature spreads like wildfire, igniting the hearts of those who seek honor and glory.
For those that wish to participate in obtaining this prize – there is a tournement held at the Whipstock 2025: JAN 19TH SUNDAY
Posted in Synin with tags bond, north, Synin on December 30, 2024 by crow1971
[08:29] Synin (karlotte.shelman) walked in to the cave as to ensure she did store all the rence. When her eyes fall upon an unknown figure. “Greetings.” she offered curious but kindly.
[08:33] Xylara1111 skittered back against the wall of rock, trying to hide herself in the shadows. But the crevice wasn’t that large and whoever had entered must have seen her. Trying to think fast, Xylara scrambled to grab some rence. “Greetings, I…I was up early so I started on the rence.” SHe lied pretending like she belonged here.
[08:36] Synin (karlotte.shelman) could tell something was amiss. She was a slave of an Assassin for most of her years. Surely none knew or she would no longer breath and tell. But keen eyes observed the quick response and felt it was untrue. Still she had a kind heart and her voice would be warm and friendly “Well that would be odd?” she replied. “I did care for them not that long ago.” she spoke truthful.
When she noted the face battered and bloody she instantly grew worried.” Ohhh you are hurt.” she closed the distance unaware of any danger that might lurk in such an approach.
[08:39] Xylara1111: The other woman stiffened, her wary eyes narrowing as Synin drew closer. She instinctively flinched back, her battered face hardening into a mask of suspicion. Her voice, clipped and sharp, betrayed her unease. She rubbed at her arm absently, a half-concealed wince betraying the pain she tried to hide. Her gaze flicked over Synin, calculating, her body tensed as if expecting betrayal. “Worry about yourself. I’ll handle myself.”
It was a dismissal, curt and final, but there was a flicker of something else beneath her guarded demeanor. Was it mistrust? Fear? Or perhaps the faintest glimmer of gratitude she couldn’t afford to show? Whatever it was, she quickly buried it, her battered face turning away as she resumed her task, keeping her distance from Synin like a wounded animal too proud—or too wary—to accept help.
[08:44] Synin (karlotte.shelman) eyes study her calculatingly. She was measured, careful even when it came to how she was perceived but when someone needed care she would play mother wolf instantly. Her eyes scan her warm and yet alarmed too.
“Forgive me, I did not want to insinuate you couldn’t handle yourself. Surely you have not done this to yourself?” she reasons. “Perhaps I should be weary now too for that to happen to me ?” she questions.
“Please let me bring you to a warmer spot and see to those wounds?” she again suggested, betraying more knowledge than most slaves would have gained in their life. “You look cold too.” she added as to give more than enough arguments to let her help her or bring her at least to a spot she was safe and sound.
[08:49] Xylara1111: “You’re quick with your words,” Xylara said, her tone low and guarded, though a hint of grudging respect colored her words. “Too quick for someone who’s supposed to be…” Her voice trailed off as her eyes drifted deliberately to the slave’s collar. The glint of metal caught the faint light, and Xylara’s expression shifted—subtle, but enough to betray a flicker of suspicion mingled with curiosity. Her gaze lingered on the collar for abeat too long, as if trying to decipher the story it told.
She paused, studying Synin as though trying to see past the surface. Finally, she exhaled, a soft but sharp sound, and added, “If you’re so set on helping, don’t make a fuss. Find me some cloth and clean water. That’s all I need. And don’t think I owe you anything for it.” Her tone softened slightly, though the edge of caution remained. “And be careful where your kindness takes you. Not everyone sees it as a virtue.” The warning hung in the air as she turned slightly, keeping her eyes on Synin, still [08:49] Xylara1111: unwilling to let her guard down entirely.
[08:55] Synin (karlotte.shelman) eyes grew large at the reply “Quick?” she answers puzzled. The look upon her collar, her attire was noted. The collar a new one – the one of her previous master was taken from her. The only thing that might tell that there was history is the two brands upon her thigh in which the one of the North newest.
“Clothes and clean water?” she asks. Her eyes falling upon the collar of the girl and reading the words upon it – at least if she was right from this far. “From what I see you are in no position to command.” she replied – her voice still kind – but sure of that she was still under her the scrutiny of others.
“Well my kindness has taken me to safety and warmth.” she replied. Not that long ago she had feared for her life and here she was fed, cared for and warm. “Perhaps you can give that a try and come with me. Such might surprise you when it comes to the returns.” she suggested still in fully conviction that when life gave you lemons you would make lemonade.
[09:00] Xylara1111: Xylara’s gaze flicked down momentarily, catching sight of the faint outline of brands on Synin’s thigh, her lips pressing into a thin, grim line. The sight of them made her stomach tighten, but she said nothing at first, her expression carefully neutral.
When Synin’s words reached her—calm, kind, yet with an undeniable edge of conviction—Xylara’s eyes narrowed, a mix of suspicion and frustration flashing across her face. She shifted her stance, one foot edging back as though preparing to bolt if the situation soured.
“You think you’re safe because you’re warm and fed?” Xylara asked, her tone sharp, though quieter than before. Her gaze darted around their surroundings, scanning for any potential ears listening in. “Safety isn’t a place or a feeling, girl. It’s something you take for yourself—and hold onto with bloodied hands if you have to.”
She glanced down at her collar briefly, her fingers brushing the worn leather, and her voice dropped lower, tinged with bitterness. “You
[09:00] Xylara1111: wouldn’t understand. Not with marks like those,” she added, nodding subtly toward Synin’s branded thigh. “You’ve been claimed twice over. Some men find their worth in that. I’m not one of them.”
Xylara hesitated, the weight of her decision clear in the silence that followed. Finally, she exhaled sharply, as if releasing a held breath. “Fine. Lead me to your ‘warmth and safety,’ if that’s what you’re so determined to do. But don’t think for a second it makes us friends, or that I trust you.”
[09:08] Synin (karlotte.shelman) was a push over. Too kind for her own good and yet knew the difficulty of life. In anything she hardly had it easy. Taken from Earth by the kurri, crashing in their ship near Laura, being owned by a cold and hardly loving assassin. She had her scratches but she was determined not to grow bitter. That emotion was one she might fear most.
“I wouldn’t understand?” she nodded “I am sure I would not.” she replied. “But you could try. I am Synin and you be?” She would reach out to take her hand.
“Safety is indeed nothing anyone can give or take from you. It is in here.”as she pointed to her head “It is always about a choice. And I have chosen to see the good in whatever cruelty this life might have for me.” It was true. Even in heartbreak, sorrow, pain, torture, she had maintained a level of grace. It was like her superpower.
“Follow me.” she said – it was up to the girl to take her hand or not. She would move nevertheless
[09:16] Xylara1111: Kitten followed Synin, her steps cautious and deliberate, as though every movement was weighed against the ghosts of her past. The name she’d given—the name others had forced on her—felt heavy on her tongue. Kitten. It wasn’t who she was, not truly. But who she had been felt so far away, so unreachable, that she wasn’t sure it mattered anymore. Once, she had been Xylara Ulinsdottir, daughter of Ulin, a name that carried weight in the frozen north. It had meant something to the people of Axe Fjord, to the land itself. But that life, that identity, felt as distant as the icy peaks she had fled. The woman who bore that name was gone, swallowed by fire and blood the day the raiders came. The day her home fell.
Now, she was Kitten, a name that carried no pride, no legacy—only survival. The scars on her body and the collar at her throat told the story of what she’d endured. Xylara was a name of strength, but it also carried responsibility. And the glacier, with its ancient prison and its stirring
[09:16] Xylara1111: wrath, called to that part of her—a part she wasn’t sure she could still be. Synin’s calm, hopeful voice broke through her thoughts. She talked about grace, about kindness, about choice, all with a conviction Xylara couldn’t understand. Her words were almost infuriating in their simplicity, their stubborn faith in something Kitten had long since lost. And yet, she followed.
“You talk about safety as if it’s something you can hold onto,” Xylara said, her voice low and edged with bitterness. “Something you choose, like a warm meal or a soft bed.” Her eyes darkened as she continued. “But you don’t know what it’s like to have everything ripped away. To lose your name, your home—everything that made you who you are. When that happens, there’s no time for grace. All that’s left is survival. Kitten, I’m called Kitten” she said at last, her tone cautious but firm. “But don’t mistake my following for trust. And don’t expect me to believe in your kindness. I’ve learned better than that.”
[09:23] Synin (karlotte.shelman) would move to the long hall. The only place in which she was certain there would be warmth. The words were as daggers to her heart. “No I do not know these things.” she replied. “I have not lost my home, my name or anything I ever cared for.” there was some level of sarcasm. “Since all of that is still here.” as she pointed to her head “Dreams of return, the memory of a loving mother. That never left me.” she would start to undress.
“Best get naked here, Kitten. I will have some water so you can clean yourself. I will even warm it so it might ease you down.” she sighed still convinced that she could show a different path. “There is a choice to become bitter. Has it offered you anything ? Did it give you shelter ? Has it returned what you lost ?” she challenged but in good nature.
“Kitten, well met.” she offered warm and truly with the intent to reassure the woman she did not mean wrong. “I know it sounds way easier than it is, but truly. I live by the day and see what happens. If I would have it as a gift I had it wrapped and given to you.” she smiles. She would wait for the girl to undress herself before she would venture further. Hearing the long hall empty for now.
[09:31] Xylara1111 froze at Synin’s words, her hands gripping the edges of her tattered tunic. Her eyes darted to the shadows of the empty hall, as though expecting figures to emerge from them. The command to undress stirred something deep and raw within her, memories of hands that had stripped away more than just her clothing. The bruises scattered across her pale skin and the faint scars etched into her body told their own story, one of torment and captivity. She hesitated, every movement weighed down by the ghosts of her past.
Slowly, she began to remove her tunic, the fabric slipping from her shoulders to reveal the marks left behind by those who had once claimed her. Her arms crossed over her chest, not from the cold but from shame and the instinct to protect herself. She stood rigid, her gaze fixed on the floor. “Men have taken everything from me,” she murmured, her voice low and brittle. “Their kindness always comes with chains.” The words carried the weight of someone who had seen too much and trusted too little.
Despite her wariness, the warmth of the fire and the strange gentleness in Synin’s tone held her in place. Kitten took a small, reluctant step forward, allowing the fire’s heat to thaw the chill in her bones. She glanced at Synin, her expression guarded but faintly curious, as though unsure what to make of this woman who spoke of kindness as though it were a strength. For now, she obeyed, though her trust remained distant, buried beneath the layers of a life stolen from her.
[09:36] Synin (karlotte.shelman) wasn’t stupid and knew that the woman had been traumatized. Yet she would not try to awake it. Not try to lure her to speak on matters that were still raw and rough. “Come let me get you to a spot where most men will not spot you instantly.” She suggested after hearing her of her ordeal. “Their kindness can come with a caress a compliment a tender gesture or a gift.” as her hand would reach to the leather braid she wore upon her head.
“But i know men can break, can take your life if they will lit.” she replied. “But thankfully they have not yet – or failed to do so.” as she would move though the warm long hall taking the kettle that had been above the fire. “Come I will fill a warm bath.” she suggests. “I have some slave gruel too.” she suggests surely there to share.
[09:40] Xylara1111: Kitten sank deeper into the bath, the warmth soothing her bruised and battered body. For a long moment, she said nothing, the silence broken only by the faint crackle of the fire and the soft splash of water. Finally, her voice cut through the quiet, low and hesitant, as though she were testing the air before revealing too much.
“I don’t remember what it feels like to trust someone,” she admitted, her gaze fixed on the surface of the water. Her fingers traced faint patterns in it, distracted but deliberate. “Kindness… it’s always been a trick. A game to lure you in before the knife falls.” She paused, her brow furrowing as if the memory stung. “But you don’t seem like the others.” Her eyes flicked up to Synin briefly, studying her. “Why are you like this? Why do you care?”
The question wasn’t accusing, but genuine—curious in a way that felt foreign to Kitten, as though she couldn’t quite understand what drove Synin to offer help without demand. It made her uneasy, but some part of her wanted
[09:46] Synin (karlotte.shelman) smiled contently when she moved into the bath that now reached a comfortable temperature. She would give her a little cloth and some soap for her to use. A keen eyes on the injuries, but to her judgment nothing lethal and nothing that wouldn’t heal without any attention.
“I have seen it consume people.” she answers truthful. “It ate people alive. They saw danger, darkness and were no longer able to see the light.” she recounts. “Ever since I decided not to go that route I have been rewarded with more than I ever could wish for.” she would take a seat upon the chair and brush her own hair.
“As to why I care ? If I do not care, why would I expect others to do for me? Where I come from … they speak of Karma. I think I believe that to be true.” she nodded even when she spoke these words.
[09:50] Xylara1111 worked slowly, the warmth of the water loosening the tension in her body as she used the cloth and soap Synin had provided. She scrubbed away the grime of her long journey, her bruised and scarred skin gradually emerging clean beneath the suds. Her movements were methodical, almost mechanical, her mind drifting somewhere far away. The heat of the bath soothed her aching muscles, but it couldn’t entirely erase the wariness etched into her very being.
Once she was done, Kitten rose from the tub, the air cool against her damp skin. She reached for the cloth Synin had left for drying, her motions quick but not hurried. She dried herself off silently, avoiding Synin’s gaze as she wrapped the fur around herself, its warmth a small comfort against the chill of the long hall. With the fur draped over her, she moved to a corner of the room, her steps light and quiet, as though she hoped to vanish into the shadows.
Curling onto the fur on the floor, Kitten pulled it tightly around her, hiding herself from view. Her body tucked into itself defensively, her back pressed to the wall as her eyes darted around the room one last time. Only when she was certain no one else was there did her breathing begin to slow. The fur enveloped her, its softness and warmth lulling her into a sense of fragile security. It wasn’t much, but it was enough. Her eyes closed, and exhaustion finally claimed her as she disappeared into sleep, hidden within the folds of the fur like a wary animal retreating to its den.
Before I started Crow I played my slave character Karlotte. In time things happened in which it made me decide to have her shelved. After recent events in Crow I took a step back from him and dusted of this character. And it is one amazing story.
So in order to inspire others – I take you within this blog – in the story of Karlotte who is at this moment known as Synin.
Posted in Black Caste on December 18, 2024 by crow1971
[2024/12/18 10:52] Black Ost (daricmarano) shifted his eyes to the square again and those filing about. He exhaled, before he would incline his head in a cryptic way and shift to move off. Adjusting black tunic to his stocky frame before he adjusted his stance and moved around the corner.
[2024/12/18 10:53] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) fell in behind, her feline gait going even more quiet as she moves – it always did when serving those of the black.
[2024/12/18 10:56] Black Ost (daricmarano) peered left and right as he moved. “Tal Haru, how are you? It was good to see that herlit.” He supplied to her, his eyes softening a bit upon her, before he reached up and slid that helm from his head. Tucking it under one arm. “I was gone from the city for a few days. I take some time away to recharge. I should recommend the same thing to Crow.”
[2024/12/18 11:00] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would trail along behind Ost. They got to the beach, but not quite as far down as they would usually go, she noted. Not to the very spot where the order to report to him had been given. “I am well, Master,” she says, giving a slight tug of her camisk; not for modesty but to show it off. A gift from her master though she didn’t verbalise her words of it; girls. Always those silent messages, right?
“Karasu is well trained and is rewarded for it,” she says, referring to her little midget herlit. “He has saved me before from being stolen.” A nod of her head and she scans the beach again, ensuring they were still alone. “My Master …” she starts as he mentions the idea of a break. Haru would do anything for just some time alone with the man but he was busy. Very busy. “My Master would have me report to you of your charge. She has been using her connection to the caste to further her own intents. Claiming that she is owned by the caste and even suggesting or questioning the what ifs of a mistress being trained as a killer.”
She would pause a moment, watching the man for a reaction. “He wishes to know if you would deal with it, or if he will step in instead. Her tongue will be lost if so.” She still thought the lady was foolish for offering up her tongue so willingly but hey, not her problem.
[2024/12/18 11:06] Black Ost (daricmarano) adjusted that helm under his arm. Ost had always been an enigma. A different sort of killer. Not one Haru had ever seen angry. His eyes drifted to the thassa, he saw that little shift of that camisk. It was a nice camisk. He liked purple. He shifted, his head and nodded back to Haru. “After I received your missive. I spoke to the woman herself to see if she was culpable for her actions and would explain herself. She did. She told me everything you just stated. “I reminded her that her connection to the caste does not mean she is owned by the caste. She is a woman and women are not permitted to be trained as a killer.” There wasn’t frustration or anger in him in that moment. “I wish to speak to Crow on this matter.”
[2024/12/18 11:12] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) was alert, keeping track of the beach as they spoke; back in her game as if the new camisk had triggered a switch in the girl and put all things right. What girl didn’t get all googly from new pretty things? The angst of before was gone though she could feel that she was being held to a different standard now in public; though much of that she was figuring slowly was because no, they were not in Kansas any more, Toto.”My Master,” she would say, turning to take note of his arrival. Alert. Near impossible to sneak up on now; just like the man in the mines who had tried. And failed.
The girl would step back, making room for her master’s approach even as she nodded her head to Ost’s feedback but having given her report and the man arriving as his name was spoken, she would default to her owner. An approach from her, a momentary brush of her hands against his thighs and under his cloak for them being alone but then putting that little measure of gap between per his recent preferences.
[2024/12/18 11:16] Crow (melchior.wardell) moved and just on time would move towards the beach. His eyes upon Ost as he dipped his head in a respectful manner.
He noted his girl and understood she relayed the message he had told her. As she pushed herself backwards. The touch was given a look but he did not comment upon it.
“Well here I am. So what is it you wished to relay., Killer.”
[2024/12/18 11:21] Black Ost (daricmarano) watched Haru step backwards and he tipped his head back to peer towards Crow. An incline of his head in a respectful manner. His eyes were clearer for his break away from the city; something he forced himself to take to come back with fresh eyes. “I received your message and the information you wished your girl to relay. I spoke with the lady, prior to this conversation. She is incorrect in her understanding and I want to relay to you, that free women called associate with our caste are tools. With a means to an end. Like physicians or suppliers, there is no debt owed to the caste and certainly will I not train such women to be killers. That is ludicrous. As Choko’s guardian, I will be the first to tell you…the woman needs a reality check. Only..” He would look back to Crow holding his gaze. “…since when do we let our anger speak for us? We are not violent men.”
[2024/12/18 11:24] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would enlarge the gap a little at the look from her master. Still close. Enough so that if he moved, she’d feel it before she would see it – but quick and simple to also move out of the way. Her old protocols were starting to kick in; the only thing missing was standing on his left as there were rocks in the way, her face falling into that placid, porcelain mask. Unreadable. Beautiful and demure seeming yet whatever emotions lay behind it were hidden. A gaze that kept tabs on everything around her; anything that moved or made a noise, staying alert that the masters could have privacy and yet ready to move at a single signal.
[2024/12/18 11:26] Crow (melchior.wardell) would regard Ost with a gaze that pierced through his eyes. After a casual glance over his shoulders “Are you Killer, going to lecture me on anger management and how to control it when I am faced by your ward that speaks from your connection as if she can do as she pleases ?” his voice eary calm, but there was something to it.
“This wasn’t a first time. This wasn’t a second time. This woman wants to be in my bed. Wants to be fucked like a slave. I smelled her with paga. I let her to you and your decisions. Did I not ?”
He would wave his hand “Consider yourself warned. I have not acted out of anger but out of controlling a situation in which she would no longer be of any use to you.”
[2024/12/18 11:32] Black Ost (daricmarano) shifted that helm under his arm, just holding it. His body otherwise relaxed. “I am not lecturing you killer. How she speaks away from me, is unknown to me until I am told of it. As you are telling me now. I do not need a warning for it. I am just cautioning you from one brother to another.” He supplied with an incline of his head. He spoke in certainties, an ease of expression. “I have seen what you speak of in her. I have let her fail all on her own without harming her. Her downfall will be her own design.” He shifted his stance, adjusting to square his hips. “We are discussing this, not arguing it. The lady has failings we both agree on that. Why give her what she wants? If she wants to be in your bed, I will resign her punishment to you as the aggrieved party.”
[2024/12/18 11:34] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) listens, a slight shudder running down her spine. She knew Choko had offered up her tongue to Crow’s words – a foolish move if anyone were to ask Haru; almost as if the lady wanted to accelerate things in that regard. She’d been given a safety buffer for her life and yet wanted to throw it away then and there.
She says nothing, though. The girl was simply acting as the eyes in the back of the men’s head. Allowing them to focus without concern of snoops or eavesdroppers.
[2024/12/18 11:40] Crow (melchior.wardell) frowns “You caution me for what ? Surely you do so because there is a concern for me to act out of it. I doubt you would do so otherwise.” he replied to the point. “So forgive me for seeing your intent any different than it was meant for.” he added.
His pose calm – his voice even – Still Crow was not one that would be scolded like a fresh man in to the caste. “She is your ward. You took her in. I doubt you knew much about her. But she is your problem. So my message was one of warning. Since I am quite sure you can’t be everywhere. If she already failed you, one might wonder why she is still out there let lose ? Are you not fearful for a blemished reputation. One you so much fought for ?” he asks
“This isn’t about her. I could care less. Which I told her before she so foolishly spoke of being of the caste. I warned her than. Even after I warned her days prior when she did so too. It is up to you how valuable she is too you. To me she is nothing. Of no value. But since I did not have the coin she has her life. And perhaps that is worth something to you.”
[2024/12/18 11:49] Black Ost (daricmarano) did not sway his gaze from Crow. He held enough respect between them to meet his eyes. “I caution you because our caste is in ruin, it is in ruin because we have forgotten where we came from. Where we started. It is weak to be cruel, it takes strength to be humble. You are a killer same as me. We endured the training, we endured the hardship and we still do. I refuse to be a bully and if you take offense to those words I am apologetic.” He said lifting his hand to his shoulder and chest. “I am not fearful of blemish upon my reputation. My actions speak for themselves, how others in my orbit act is not a reflection upon me or this caste. It is a reflection upon themselves. Same for any member of our caste.” He supplied peering back in his direction with his focus. “The woman grows my coffers, but can be detached from any association. You were offended by her inquiry. Her punishment is yours.”
[2024/12/18 11:52] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would make a motion for the men to alert them to the approaching man – though the man thankfully passed before anything further could be spoken. Still, her eyes tracked the man. She had noted an increase in northerners in the city since her arrival; that had her concerned. Going to the north at her master’s beckoning was one thing – being taken there by force was completely something else and that always got her nervous when she saw so many. Haru had trust issues when it came to strangers and probably rightly so.
Her head moves, still tracking, still keeping eyes open – but also playing ping-pong between the men as words go back and forth; as they seem to negotiate and banter on whose responsibility Choko’s punishment would be. She was glad it wasn’t her own tongue on the chopping block – even if she had learned skills to communicate when gagged, losing the ability to taste food would have had its own effects.
[2024/12/18 11:59] Crow (melchior.wardell) shook his head “Forgive me if I read more into your words than you intended to relay? Do you think I am a bully? I am no longer humble?” the question sincere and out there to see if there was perhaps time on some self reflection. Crow did never walk or run from those. “Unfortunately I wish you were right that your actions would only be the ones that matter. You must trust me from my past experience such is not always the case. Even in association we are judged.”
He would regard his slave for a moment before his attention returned to Ost. “If she brings you coin. If you see that she is more valuable than the pain she might cause. That is your decision to make.I am not the master of this court.” he waved his hand “The punishment spoken and her offer for to cut her tongue – wasn’t executed because I did not have any intent to harm her in a way that wouldn’t be able to be rectified. She is yours to do as you please. I have no interest in it. I just wished you warned. And as you seem to think I only acted because I might enjoy to pester women … Than I want to learn that now.”
[2024/12/18 12:05] Black Ost (daricmarano) had noticed those folks passing, as such he waited to speak until they passed. He stepped closer, but it was not in a threatening way it was in an honest more open way. “Crow, one of your first actions upon meeting someone seeking our caste typically is to punch them in the face. To test and judge their reaction if they have the temperament to be a killer. We expect them not to cower, but to take the punch and stand back up on their own two feet without allowing fury to overwhelm them. If I were to swing on you right now how would you act? Honestly.” He supplied with a cant of his head.
[2024/12/18 12:07] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) was listening and for all the non-threat of Ost’s motions, she would take two small steps back. Space for her master to move. Her mind was wandering back to Ost’s earlier words; where he had been the last few days and the suggestion that had followed. That would be a dream, would it not? Just a few days.
[2024/12/18 12:11] Crow (melchior.wardell) would watch how the killer came close and although he didn’t cower there was this flicker in the eyes of Crow that must have warned him. When the man spoke to him. He knew the man to be right.
As Ost asked his response, Crow would think his reply would be as honest as the intent of his question. All of a sudden it dawned upon him. “I would slice your throat if you did not stop me from doing so.” his words painfully honest. If Crow was ever afraid of what would happen – it was now – in this moment.
He regarded Ost defeated as he lowered his head. His mind racing while his heart danced in his chest. How he wished to say he would be as those lads, but he would fail his caste if Ost ever had done so.
[2024/12/18 12:18] Black Ost (daricmarano) would take a step back, as any sensible man would when the threat of a slit throat was laid before him. “We all lose sight of the picture. When we are inside the frame. I do not judge you. I judge myself for pushing you to join me here after the fall of the Lodge, I think you need a break..” He did not reach for him as some men might embrace. He only inclined his head respectfully.
[2024/12/18 12:26] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) was listening. Her gaze moves from man to man. Ost had said the same earlier and Haru had pictured it vividly. Him. Her. Some beach alone with noone else to bother them. A chance for her to spoil him. Help him relax and take care of things while he did what he needed to do. A time for them to reconnect.
She doesn’t speak, though.
[2024/12/18 12:27] Crow (melchior.wardell) would look up to him “You do not have to fear me. To realize I would have done so is enough to have me cautioned.” he stated.
He would look to his slave and back to Ost. “I indeed need to step away from any caste business.” he replied. “I will consider what to do.”
He would look to his girl “Please find Erebus. See that you train Nova. I will be there to come and collect you for whatever comes next.”
With that he would leave.
[2024/12/18 12:29] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would watch as her master walked off, the girl crumbling inside a little. “Hai…” she would say. Her gaze moved to Ost and she would frown some. “It seems I am to travel to Argentum then.”
[2024/12/18 12:30] Black Ost (daricmarano) watched him walk away. His eyes distant, before he peered back to Haru. “I expect you to help him as you can, girl. You may come to me and this court if you need refuge yourself. I will protect you as if I were your own master.” He said, as he shifted to slide that helm over his head. Adjusting it. “Do as your master wishes.”
[2024/12/18 12:32] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would sigh and shake her head. “Thank you, Master,” she says. “It seems I have orders to follow, though.” She would start to move back to the court. “Please pass my wishes to your girls and I will cook with Ash upon my return. If I return.” Those words hung there. She was clearly uncertain but she did not wait for more.
[2024/12/18 12:33] Black Ost (daricmarano) nodded his head to the girl, watching that other woman walk down the beach. He wouldn’t entertain it. “Yes, girl. You needn’t thank me.” A gesture for her to find Erebus to complete her task.
[13:00] Crow (melchior.wardell) would enter and as he needed to adjust to the dim light he noted some familiar faces. “Greetings Killers.” he offered to hose there in respect.
[13:02] Byron Greenwood also notes the timely arrival of his lieutenant, along with the master of the GBC.
[13:02] Obsidian (thom.podlum) arrived as in out of thin air. He looked around the chamber and offered an incline of his head to those who were present. ‘Greetings, Killers. Hoping you all are having a fine day.’ Then he took a seat and remained quiet.
[13:03] Conrad (achlysnightfire): arrives soon after Obsidian, in the same fashion “Killers” he says nodding to the other assassins
[13:04] Al’Sah (azaereus) moved to join the men of his court and camp, offering Conrad a nod of greeting, and to the others as they filtered in
[13:04] Drago (drago.blackheart) he will stay in the back and just listen on ” Greetings Killers and slaves”
[13:04] Nijad (altav2015): enters just after Conrad and also nods a greeting to those present.
[13:05] Crow (melchior.wardell) had been from the lodge due to grim business up in the North. As he moved he arched a brow. The captain was still missing. Not one that was often late. “I am doing well, Killer. I trust you and yours do so too ?”
There was a reason he seemed to have little interest in Scar for the moment.
[13:05] Erin (tracynotme) follows her Master “Tal Masters and kajirae “
[13:05] Sana ‘Toi’ Armani (babeangel) followed erin in behind thier woner and she was nervous as she glanced around but stayed silent*
[13:06] Λdɨяα (sutara.luminos): would take her place at her masters boot quietly before sending a quick easy smile “greetings masters and beauties” she would murmur softly before going quiet
[13:08] Byron Greenwood makes note of the other arrivals and patiently waits as they settle themselves.
[13:08] Conrad (achlysnightfire): seeing Crow he nods “What about the lads? were do you want them?” he asks seeing that Drago is there
[13:10] Crow (melchior.wardell) had not taken his place. Waiting for the captain to arrive and the other lieutenant. As Conrad spoke he cuts a glance to Scar and answers Conrad “On their hands, knees, whatever you like. They are your canidates.” he replied with a hint of his black humor “Our candidate will not join. If he is still alive that is.”
[13:11] Conrad (achlysnightfire): looks at Drago “stand behind us, lad” he orders
[13:11] Red Bloodrose is hunched over papers at the behest of Scar, scribbling notes furiously. She lifts her head then, offering a nod of respect to the assembled Masters, ducking her head the to the height of the girls then, to offer a quiet wave of her hand to them all in welcome, before once more bending studiously to her notes.
[13:12] Byron Greenwood thinly smirks at Crow’s humour in deciding upon the treatment of guest candidates.
[13:13] Al’Sah (azaereus) rubbed at his temples before taking a quick nip from the bota at his hip of the clear water within. ” It’s been too long since we’ve had a proper conclave so I hope this ends much better than the last… Thankfully I see mostly reasonable and rational faces among us today.”
[13:13] Drago (drago.blackheart): : he move behind Conrad and stand with his hands behind his back, he looks around the room wondering who was who.
[13:15] Byron Greenwood motions to Crow to claim a seat. “Already it is a quarter past the hour. You will have to attend for our captain and his second, until such time as they present themselves.”
[13:17] Conrad (achlysnightfire): ((I am sorry but at 2PM I have to log out as tomorrow I wake up early for work))
[13:17] Crow (melchior.wardell) took a coin from his pocket and flipped it up in the air. One might think he made wagers with himself. Coin up – I speak – Coin down – I keep silent. But there was no such thing when it came to this. It was simply to keeping his fingers flexible. Not because his slave complaint – hardly – ever – she did not dare.
“It is, Killer. And I am sure many might join a little later. Not all were able to make it in time. Erebus will be here shortly. “
When Scar motions him to take a seat he did – but with some reluctance.
[13:18] Al’Sah (azaereus) chuckled at Crow’s observation. ” It doesn’t help that we hold our courts high in the mountains and not all of us are tarnsmen… It’s not the shortest nor easiest trek even on the back of a tharlarion.”
[13:19] Crow (melchior.wardell) grinned “I always have been excellent with animals. So I guess I should take in account that such does not come natural to all.” he jested.
[13:21] Obsidian (thom.podlum) shifted in his seat, still finding his comfortable position. Then he cleared his throat before commenting. ‘I need to share that I do have a commitment and am only able to be present for a bit over an ehn. Should I need to depart, I will designate Al’Sah as the most senior member of the GBC present to speak on my behalf.’ He turned to Al and nodded his head.
[13:22] Byron Greenwood makes note of Crow’s comments and waits until he is settled, then once again takes up a metal scroll rod, which he employs as a makeshift gavel, striking it three times upon the table, loudly and sharply. “I call this first conclave of the Black Lodge to order!” he declares. “The Black Lodge welcomes the masters of the GBC and the Sable Caste, along with their men and property, and all others here present. As the first order of business, I call upon Conrad, master of the Sable Caste, to speak of the fate Aretium. Has it been abandoned?”
[13:24] Conrad (achlysnightfire): He nods “Yes, we decided to move to Turmus. Since Coda has been away for long, the city wishes to have a master assassin there and our Raven was already there, so we decided to move there”
[13:26] Byron Greenwood makes a note of this news from Conrad. “Very well. I shall adjust our war table accordingly. My thanks, Killer. Second order of business. I should like to propose that all future Black Lodge conclaves are held on the second Sunday of the month, rather than the first. Any objections?”
[13:27] Al’Sah (azaereus) leaned back in his seat. ” Coda’s slave has also found her way into the employ of Master Assassin Tiber, myself, and works within the Court of Boswell Pass. We will hold the beast until his return, or should he be considered dead, she will remain in the chain of our camp.”
[13:27] Conrad (achlysnightfire): “on Sundays at 1PM is a bit late for me, Saturdays would be better”
[13:28] Crow (melchior.wardell) would simply flip the coin as he listens. In a way he was not only flexible with his fingers, he was flexible with his time too.
[13:29] Al’Sah (azaereus) ” I am afraid Sundays are my only available day, unless the conclaves are held later in the day on a Saturday.”
[13:30] Obsidian (thom.podlum): ‘No objections here.’ Obs was a man of few words …. for the moment.
[13:30] Byron Greenwood notes Al’sah’s comment. “How is this slave named, for the record?” He then acknowledged Conrad again. “Sunday was the most voted for day overall. Would starting at noon fair better for you, Killer?”
[13:30] Conrad (achlysnightfire): “yes, noon would be much better, killer”
[13:32] Al’Sah (azaereus) ” The slave’s name is Onyx, but we will settle that less important matter should there be time at the end.”
[13:35] Byron Greenwood nods at Al’Sah’s remark, and makes a note. “Second Sunday of the month, at noon. Motion is carried. We await word from Sirius on the fate of Rarn, unless any here can confirm its status. Meantime, I open the floor for other business.”
[13:36] Byron Greenwood rolls his eyes, since it seems he only has to mention Sirius’ name for him to actually appear! “Sirius, can you speak of the fate of Rarn before we continue?”
[13:38] Crow (melchior.wardell) cuts a glance to Sirius that still took the place of the spider. Surely with the intent to overcome his fear for those creatures. He nearly had spilled the beans when it came to Rarn but would await the words of the one that was appointed to that city.
[13:39] Sirius™ (lucienwildulf) had just shuffled in , wiping sleep from his eyes. Sitting he covered a yawn with his hand, and bleary eyes looked at those gathered.He was startled when Scar called him, not expecting that. He sat up, alert now and cleared his throat. “Yes. Rarn. The city could not support itself , the interior having collapsed. What little remained of its populace has moved to Tafa.”
[13:40] Byron Greenwood nods to this grave news and makes a note. “So, it has, indeed, fallen. I shall update our war table accordingly. My thanks, Killer. So! Any other business?”
[13:42] Al’Sah (azaereus) held up his hand. ” I have two pieces of business. One is an unafiiliated Killer with his hands dipping into court business, and the other is a proposal to the courts. Which would this conclave hear first?”
[13:44] Byron Greenwood motions to the open area that the table encircles, more to suggest that Al’Sah has the floor rather than demand that he should actually stand. “This conclave will hear which ever you should like to first address, Killer.”
[13:44] Crow (melchior.wardell) had enough to share, still he was uncertain of his own position. And in such he held silent. Perhaps things that would presented today – might give direction to what he still needed to figure out. There was a certain pain from his experience and one he knew most would frown upon. So he would not speak of such. Simply waited for what was presented before them.
[13:44] Obsidian (thom.podlum) was familiar with the points of business. He raised his hand to speak, then quietly commented. ‘The proposal is of greater long term importance, and the unaffiliated killer is perhaps a more immediate matter.’
[13:47] Al’Sah (azaereus) stood and placed his ring covered hands on the table, one of which was his mark of rank and title among his court of Boswell… ” Assassins, Killers. In this very room sit men of the black caste of three separate courts. Each with its own means of thought and training, and parts of our dark work that we are weak in due to splintering thinking, years of degradation, and slowly branching apart manners of caste etiquette. Thus, I wish to propose to the conclave, a Unified Court, with a council of five elected Assassins to bring unison and unity back to our splintered caste.”
[13:53] Obsidian (thom.podlum) had reviewed the preliminary information on the proposal and offered a few comments. ‘I will say that I am in complete favor of gatherings such as this where we can come together and discuss issues we are facing as well as support each other in the training we offer. And for the purpose of perhaps more critical matters, then a court or council that is comprised of a handful of elected and active assassins seems to be a fine idea whose time has come. I would be supportive of such a proposal.’ He sat back, waiting for others to add their voices.
[13:54] Sirius™ (lucienwildulf) leaned forward and took in Al’Sah carefully. He had changed over the years, and it had been some time since last he saw the man. He weighed his words carefully. His interest piqued. “To me, that sounds like a good idea. I agree each of our camps have different agendas and criteria, with some being the same, as its evolved over the years. I agree to a unified council. “
[13:54] Byron Greenwood looked to Al’Sah as he spoke, but also heard Obsidian’s comments. Still, while may have been Obsidian’s intent to give direction to his captain, it seemed his captain took his own path. So, he considered the proposal as presented. “The Black Lodge now holds an open conclave every month, welcome to all, where all have an equal voice, with only me acting as chairman. Too, I recall the many attempts at forming a high council within the caste, which all failed. I would ask, then, how would this United Court differ? And would not this conclave serve the same purpose? If not, why not?”
[13:56] Conrad (achlysnightfire): Has said nothing, experience has taught him to listen first. Only when Byron speaks he nods and turns to look towards Al’Sha as Byron’s question is exactly the same he would have asked
[13:57] Nijad (altav2015) just nods silently when Byron speaks.
[13:59] Al’Sah (azaereus) looked towards Scar. ” The Lodge trains deeply in the art of the hunt and the physical work of our caste. Conrad’s court steeps its lads in the history and philosophy of our caste. The Court of Boswell focuses on the political aspects and finer details to carry out our work. We are splintered, but with a Unified Court to vote and consolidate our strengths into a more cohesive regiment for training, we sit here with the numbers to topple cities should we wish to. Instead, I believe that with such a unification, and a more stable cooperation of our courts, our trainees could go from proficient assassins, to Killers of legend. With the knowledge of the hunt from the men of the Lodge, the philosophy and history of those that came before from Conrad’s Court, and the detailed training on politic and rhetoric from Boswell Pass, we could train Killers that make the people below the Sardars fear to wear the black without having earned it again.”
[14:01] Crow (melchior.wardell) remained silent. When he was – he was on his most dangerous side. None truly could tell what he was thinking and none was safe. The coin flipped again as he listens to what he had been hearing for as long as he was in the caste.
Even he had tried to bring the caste together and failed due to ego’s. None truly could let go of what they believed was right. Even in the mere suggestion to unify there was judgment upon those that were no part of it.
“In theory … As ever with the best intent … when everything goes perfect.” he mused – already giving some indication of his line of thinking. [14:03] Al’Sah (azaereus): (c)
[14:05] Al’Sah (azaereus) ” The difference between a United Court and these conclaves, will be the Council of Five. These councilmen would be voted for among all three courts, from the captains and masters of our caste. I do not suggest consolidating our camps into one, but to integrate one another into the training regimes of our caste. For example, lads of the Lodge might come to me to learn the art of tarnsmanship, or to Conrad to learn of the codes in depth. My trainee, Akeshi, might come to the Lodge to learn from Crow the best methods to hunt a target where Killers are unwelcome.”
[14:06] Al’Sah (azaereus) ” The Council’s role in this, would be to work together to create a unified and universal training regime, as well as to come together on matters such as my second point of order once we are complete with this one.”
[14:07] Sirius™ (lucienwildulf) felt left out of who could go where and learn from someone. He was best at teaching them to be a cunt. Just like him. This brought back memories of bygone years, when Al’Sah himself was a trainee. How many scars did this man have now. at the hands of Sirius?
[14:08] Byron Greenwood broods on Al’Sah’s answer. “As you say, Killer. I have already sought out both Conrad and Obsidian to agree upon some kind of parity between our training programs, so that the richness of these courts can benefit all. Candidates could freely move between these courts and benefit from their specialities. Candidates that would most benefit from one court or another could be dispatched to that court and be based there. Each court is then promoted, and brought together. And again, there is this conclave, where matters regarding the caste as a whole can be openly discussed. I ask again, how would this United Court differ from what is already in place? At these conclaves, all have an equal voice, with no need of voting. With respect, Killer, why would we need such elected officials?”
[14:11] Al’Sah (azaereus) countered. ” Because in these conclaves, where all are equal in voice, there are oft too many voices to be heard in earnest. I believe this conclave is the start to this unified court, and thus we change its manner to having five voices, rather than the entire crowd. Should your camp vote for you as one of the Five, and I should see no reason that they would not, then it would be your voice that speaks for them, rather than the need for us to filter through every Killer’s wish to speak all at once. In a manner of speaking, it is a means to make these conclaves more concise, and more palatable for all to handle. Much as you and I speak now, we both speak with the heart and backing of those whom we call our Camp Comrades.”
[14:12] Conrad (achlysnightfire): he slowly pushes his chair back and coughs to call for their attention “forgive me, killer, the discussion is very interesting but unfortunately I cannot stay longer. At the moment, I agree with Scar and Crow, I see no need for another structure, our courts are already connected and there is no problem is sending trainees to another court. I have tried to give some lessons open to other court lads, for exmaple” [14:13] Conrad (achlysnightfire): *in sending
[14:13] Obsidian (thom.podlum) looked around the gathering. As usual, the attempt to read the faces of a group of Killers would be fruitless. Instead, he chose to be upfront. ‘My view is this. The unification that Al is speaking of is in alignment with the actions Scar has begun. I believe that Al’s recommendations would take the goal to the next level and would permit several to jointly reach decisions on who might be best able to support different aspects of training. Conrad and I, for instance, have already been jointly training the lad that stands behind him. And we hope to do more of that in the future. If there were such a gathering of five or so representing us all who could work through this, then I believe we would all benefit.’
[14:13] Sirius™ (lucienwildulf) looked to Conrad as he readied to depart, ” Gold and steel,Killer”
[14:15] Obsidian (thom.podlum): ‘Gold and steel, Conrad.’
[14:15] Erebus (sagunn): listening he had remained silent. The words shared. Listening as voices around the room provided point of view. Intent. Agreeing or providing different points, thoughts, “Gold and Steel.” offering this with his eyes upon the departing Assassins. Nijad having stood with.
[14:16] Nijad (altav2015) stands as well. He nods a greeting to everyone “Gold and Steel” and follows Conrad.
[14:16] Erin (tracynotme): “I wish all well”
[14:17] Obsidian (thom.podlum): ‘Gold and steel, Nijad.’
[14:17] Alexander Krutschek stood, raised his hand palm inward and inclined his head in a departing gesture. “Do as you all will,” he said in parting. “As I will continue to do as I will. No chosen five or three or two will speak for me. Are we not alone in gold in steel? I say I am, and I go now to be with those.”
[14:18] Sirius™ (lucienwildulf) dipped his chin toward Alex, but the man was too quick and had departed before he could utter a word.
[14:19] Byron Greenwood nods to Conrad as he rises, noting his view on the topic at hand. “I wish you well, Killer.” He then considered the further comments. “So, these elected five would speak for all? Can that truly be assured? What of those that might want to speak but would not speak to one of the five? Would their view be ignored, or would the five be compelled to draw them forth? If so summoned, is that fellow not adding an extra voice to the five? Again, we tried many forms of councils in the past. They failed. Largely due to such reasons I suggest here. Can you explain the form and function of your proposed five a little more?”
[14:23] Crow (melchior.wardell) heard the same questions and would most likely hear the same answers. “I understand your intent, Killer.” he stated to Al’Sah “And I can imagine that me not supporting it might look to you as if I feel you are in the wrong. In an ideal world this would be awesome. Recommended, supported, I would even wear its banner. But unfortunately there are so many influences you can not control. It would tire those that are chosen. Even to chose a moment in which we can meet is already a pain in the ass.”
[14:24] Al’Sah (azaereus) frowned as the words of many whom had spoken of egos was slowly becoming apparent, and he would speak freely of such. ” If one would speak before the Five, then they may stand before the council to offer their considerations or grievances. The point of the Council of Five would be to have the caste with a unified understanding of how we operate not just in training but in action among the populace of Gor and its cities. Where Sirius might hold one view, I might hold another, and these two views may be so differing in manner that it causes rifts to form, pride to swell, and schisms in our caste to splinter us further. It is why, to put it bluntly, our caste is starving for contracts, and it is the bottom of the barrel for trainees filtering into our training. With a council made up of seasoned Assassins from the three main courts to deliberate the considerations of our caste members,” He then looked to Crow. ” With Five chosen voices from among us to speak on our behalf, then it is only five Assassins whom need to meet. Not ten, twenty, thirty….”
[14:25] Obsidian (thom.podlum) leaned forward and spoke in a quiet voice. ‘Allow a question, if you will. For those not of the GBC, how many of you know what I consider my strongest training topic? I have a feeling few do and yet I would be happy to offer this topic to any trainees who were sent by their mentors.’
[14:32] Crow (melchior.wardell) nodded “I know, Killer.” he replied “But it will never be my voice. Since I will not take my place in that council or at that table. I always did the leg work. Not the throne. Those that might feel the ambition to do so, one might wonder why one would do so. Is it because they feel themselves superior ? Do they feel they need to push the caste to a higher standard as it now is ? Every answer to these questions is one that might harm it more than your intent has for it.” he answers. As to the question of Obs he held silent – he had the fortune to learn from him and speak on many matters. There was a tremendous respect there.
[14:35] Byron Greenwood considers further. “But who would listen to these five? Would these five make policy for others to follow? The Black Lodge welcomes all within the caste. It does not set policy for the caste. Any that come to this conclave has an equal say, and is listened to. If something is decided here, it is decided between those that are present. No one is dispatched to bring orders from the Black Lodge to do this thing or that. When I send messengers out, it is to bring news of what the Black Lodge has done in the hope that others will listen to it. We do not demand anything of any court. If a court, or any member of it, has something to share, they can freely come to a conclave. You see where I’m going with this? I have a counter proposal for you. What if these conclaves moved from one court to another, rotating between them. One month here, one month there, and so on. The master of that month’s court becomes the conclave chairman for that conclave. How’s that sound?”
[14:36] Al’Sah (azaereus) stood from the table and entered the center ring, pulling out shieves of parchment, which he passed among the Killers. ” Allow me to first give you this in writing, but second to offer you the second matter I had to bring to this conclave…. And use it as an example of why I believe a Council is necessary. Recently a trainee of mine has been absent, and I have found since that the lad has gone to train with another Assassin. One whom we can find no trace of their training among our caste. I ask you, Killers of both Lodge and Boswell Pass… How do we handle this matter? Surely the lad must die for this action, but what of this supposed Assassin? Is he worthy of recognition to call himself an Assassin? Or is he a mercenary masquerading as a Black Caste? Whom among us do we feel fit to decide?”
[14:41] Sirius™ (lucienwildulf) thanked Al’Sah as he received the parchment. “Allow me a moment to read this.”
[14:42] Byron Greenwood accepts the scroll offered to him with a respectful nod of thanks. He will be sure to read it in detail later on. “Much to to consider here, I feel. Perhaps, for now, we should all agree that this proposal for a United Court was generally positively received, but there still remains much to be debated upon. Perhaps at the next conclave. For now, let us move on to this new topic, since it relates, perhaps,. to the first. I will ask, who is this candidate that abandoned his training at, I assume, the GBC, to then find another to train him. And who is this unrecognised assassin?”
[14:43] Erebus (sagunn): “As far as your…trainee is concerned. That is your decision. Had he come to me I would have dragged him back before you, conscious or unconscious as I have expressed already.” providing this in response to, unrolling the scroll to read it over after a time. Scar’s own questions on the same subject spoken upon.
[14:45] Obsidian (thom.podlum) took the parchment and offered Al a nod. Then he looked to the rest who were still present. ‘Regretfully, I must depart. But I would like to recommend that Al’s proposal sit with us all for the next period and that we come back to this when we meet again if there is interest. Perhaps it needs refining. Or perhaps there is simply no interest. This is up to the group. However, I must depart now for I have others with needs waiting for me. Al, you may speak for the GBC in my absence.’ Obs rose and held his fist to his chest and then vanished.
[14:46] Al’Sah (azaereus) looked among the Killers that now surrounded him, rather than those at the same table. ” The trainee, named Abyss, was one of mine. The trainee’s life is forfeit once I find him. That is without question… What I bring to you today pertains to the unrecognized assassin, Tyrtaios… A fitting name, as the histories describe one named thus, whom failed this caste twice. We can find no records of him training among any of the courts that still stand today, nor any that have since disbanded. We have, however, found a link with a trainee of Boswell Pass whom had failed, and their initial carved onto our Wall of Lost Souls. We can neither confirm nor deny that this Tyrtaios is the lad formerly known as Vigor, but the connection is there.” He would give Obsidian a silent, but respectful nod. ” Gold and Steel, Killer.”
[14:50] Sirius™ (lucienwildulf) looked up from reading. He recalled Vigor. His brows furled. “It is something to address. Should this failed trainee be found, then I agree he should be killed for abandoning training. This other matter of a killer Tyratos, or however you say his name. I am also game to bring him to a stand, in order to recognize him as a killer. “
[14:52] Myrddin (drizantlar.veriander) thumps his fingers against the table pondering his thoughts and then speaks “This is a tricky situation one I am trying to remain outside due to ‘issues’ there are between myself and the lad who went to him to be trained by him. My point is this.. if a killer unknown to us shows up and wants to be a killer, we really can’t say no overall. Everyone has a right to be what and who they want to be. It would be unfortunate to not avail themselves of the potential background as well as acknowledgment and ability to build a story that training provides, but there are those who only want instant gratification. I see no issues of said man decides they want to go and be off by themselves, isn’t making a mockery of themselves and causing issues which would affect all of us then that’s a issue..If the man is openly and vocally questioning or disrespecting other killers or is what I want to call as close to the military version of ‘stolen valor’ then that’s a issue… That’s my stance on a situation where a killer shows up who cannot or has not been vetted. “
[14:57] Byron Greenwood respectfully acknowledge Obsidian as he stood. “I wish you well, Killer.” He then considered Al’Sah’s words once more. “With regard to the candidate, I concur with Erebus here. How you or your court deals with candidates that forsake their mentor or his court is a matter best left to your court and its master. At the Lodge, we kill all those that abandon training, and dispatch word of that execution to every court the Lodge is aware of. -All- of them. Such courts may do with this news as they wish. As for this… so-named assassin, I have heard of him. And can say nothing good about him. In the past, the Lodge would, as Sirius suggests, go forth and hunt this man, to bring him to a stand, where as many members of as many courts would could muster would be present. They would then judge his merit. If he failed his stand, he would be offered proper training. If he refused this offer, he would be slain. If he was judged well, his endorsement would be that stand. That, though, was in the past, in days when the caste was stronger than now. I’m not sure such action would be looked upon with favour now. But I am open to comment on that. Perhaps would might be better to only act if this so named assassin actually insults the caste? And that insult can be proven? With hard evidence?”
[15:03] Al’Sah (azaereus) motioned to Byron. ” The trainee is as good as dead. That is neither here nor there. But I do believe that the man Tyrtaios should be placed before a Stand. The question there stands, whom will sit upon the stand to test his worthiness? Should this man be left to his own devices and then decide to, lets say, randomly commit murders to cure his boredom in the guise of a contracted hunt? That leaves our caste as a whole to take the blame. We’ve all heard it from the city administrations before: ‘ Why is this Killer acting like this? What do you mean he’s not one of yours? We don’t care if he isn’t trained by you, he’s a Killer, and all Killers must surely know one another.’ We may not be as large and as potent as we once were, but to put it simply, our world as a whole is in the same place. Just because our caste is smaller now than it was before, does not mean we should allow those whom have no business wearing the Black, do so. As to evidence for this man’s involvements in less than acceptable dealings,
[15:03] Al’Sah (azaereus): he has been seen with the trainee Abyss multiple times, teaching the boy without the knowledge of his camp. He has also been very vocal in his denouncement of not just the Court of Boswell Pass, but of all courts currently in operation. Claiming that we have lost our way, and that it is to himself and the old way that he will abide….”
[15:08] Sirius™ (lucienwildulf) looked down at the mass of scrolls on his desk as he listened. Shaking his head with a sigh. ” These men of late, bouncing around camps, and (going ooc) – and causing issues, and denouncing all of our camps.. It really has come to an empasse where we need to decide, in order to save face, who can be a killer. reminds me of the days when only certain groups , verified , could only hunt and kill in a city. The city administrators, now, would be open to anyone doing a role. But then complain when the person they allowed to do a thing, doesnt do it right.”
[15:13] Erebus (sagunn): rising from his seat “In addition to the answer, the thoughts provided.” motioning to Scar, “This Assassin, at least to my knowledge has all but turned in to dust in the wind. The suggested course, if he becomes a problem seems logical. Practical. If he will attend the suggested stand when offered. Several voices have spoken upon with encounters that speak upon a bad reputation had by Tyrtaios.” hearing Al’Sah out as he provided additional knowledge regarding the actions of the Assassin claiming caste. Sirius’ words offering his own view based on experiences, “This subject can be discussed all night, and while it has merit in that it needs visited with both the trainee and the Assassin must have a known location. You speak of Tyrtaios talking about the different courts, have you knowledge of this then?”
[15:15] Byron Greenwood scoffs at his mention of some ‘old way’. “I’ve heard many speak of this ‘old way’. Let me tell you, I know most of those that were masters in this so called ‘old way’. In fact, the many names of this so-named assassin were presented to to the Lodge by one of those masters of the ‘old way’, along with a warning about him. I speak of Taavon, here. I was around when this ‘old way’ became the ‘new way’. I have lieutenants that came not long after me. Anyway. As I see it, this candidate insulted you, personally, and through that, insulted your court. This assassin insulted you by accepting the candidate. Your court should bring to a stand. If called to such a stand to aid in judgement, the Lodge would answer. Just as many answered the Lodge’s call before, in the past. As for assassins failing in their duty, I would again suggest evidence be collected and used to consider what should best be done. The caste as tried to police its membership before. I never want to see it do so again in the way it did before. I will fight against that. Every time. But a stand seems fairest to me. That is my view on this.”
[15:21] Al’Sah (azaereus) looked to Byron. ” And this the first point of order ties into the second… I bring this to this conclave out of respect and my true belief that the courts should be unified in our ways. I could have, and will, absolutely, Kill the trainee. I could have, and will, Kill the unrecognized one known as Tyrtaios… But. I believe that this is something that effects not just the Court of Boswell, but The Black Lodge, the Sable Lodge, and all whom wear this dark tunic. Would we let our pride and ego say that it is not our business if one of our own is lambasted?” Al’Sah would then pull out another piece of parchment, and begin to read from it aloud. ” Here in is from a missive sent to me by Tyrtaios after his arrogant theft of our trainee…. ‘ My training predates anything written or re-written by Assassins who wished to add their improvements to a system that didn’t require such. The training of old was a standard every killer should have attained and maintained, almost all who attained it failed to maintain it. When I walked on the sacred ground of that arena, or let my black flag fly over my tent. Every time I greeted Torrid on the docks I affirmed my agreement to maintain the standard I was taught and the codes of my caste. This is what I teach, as every camp should be. And if the killer has done what is required and has the Poit complete correctly the mark can toss their toys out the crib, piss in their diaper and cry about it all night long. IT will not change the outcome’. So will the Black Lodge allow an upstart man wearing our colors, to call them children pissing in their diapers? I know that I nor the Court of Boswell will.” [15:21] Al’Sah (azaereus): (c) [15:22] Al’Sah (azaereus) ” And thus, I say again… Will the Black Lodge stand with the Court of Boswell, to rectify this problem?”
[15:32] Byron Greenwood scoffs again, and almost laughs when one term was mentioned. “And so come the lies of this so-named assassin. The term PTOIT (Planning, Tracking, Observation and Investigation Training) actually comes from the first -written- training program, as fashioned at Black Caste Isle. Before that, training was done by word of mouth. If he pre-dates all that, as he claims, why then does some that -actually- pre-dates them, namely Taavon, denounce him? You have, though, evidence of him insulting the caste. Present it at the stand you call, when you have brought him to it, and we will use it in judgement upon him. -This- would be my answer to the unity you seek. The Lodge would come to that stand. I’m sure the Sable Caste would too. As might others. This fellow would then see the united caste before him. As would you. You follow?”
[15:34] Al’Sah (azaereus) gave a sly smirk as he understood his fellow Killer’s intended words. ” It is a start… But a welcome one. I will send messengers to the courts when the time comes.” Sah would offer the gathering a bow of his head in respectful thanks for their time, before sitting again and conceding the floor to further matters
[15:36] Sirius™ (lucienwildulf) blinked as words were exchanged. Taking a piece of cloth , he dabbed at his ears. and the side of his face, where his brains had leaked out. He was at a loss for words since that part of his brain was now in a puddle on his lap. Once he gained the will to speak again, he offered. “Ill support all what was said. when a stand is presented, I too will participate.”
[15:39] Byron Greenwood takes note that Al’Sah reclaimed his seat. “Very well. Let his stand be the first example of the proposed unity, and we can, if that stand happens before the next conclave, debate on how that went, to prosper talks on your first proposal of a United Court. Indeed, you might well have four renown courts attend that stand, since Sirius here presides over what was and is the BCTC. We shall await word of this stand when called. Now! Is there any further business?”
[15:41] Crow (melchior.wardell) arched a brow “Killer.” he turned to Sirius “In all truth … Scar already made a statement for the lodge. Which makes it already that he …” he paused “ruled without consulting our decisions. ” he stated.
He would look at Al’Sah “I will lay down my rank and keep my tent, and you can count on my when it comes to this stand.”
[15:44] Byron Greenwood looked to Crow at this. “If you would have ruled otherwise, why do you say you will attend the stand I said the Lodge would already attend? A stand your comrade, Sirius, also said he would make himself known at? You have some other view that might change my mind?”
[15:44] Sirius™ (lucienwildulf) looked over at Crow, and dipped his head with respect. They had been discussing such for awhile now, in private. He looked over at Scar, and taking a deep breath. “It has been some time now that as much as i try to hold things together with Crow, I for one, as i cant speak for Crow, that I too, will lay down my rank. If you allow me to remain in a tent here, I will once again raise the BCTC as my standard.”
[15:48] Crow (melchior.wardell) would regard Scar “This is far more than this stand or this conclave.” he starts. “You took this court as its master. With the support of those within it. You have not reached out. Did not talk nor kept in contact. We were pretty much left to our own. I am sick of doing the work and not be considered or consulted. You want to rule – rule it – but no longer with me in your ranks.” his voice was serious with no anger to it.
[15:56] Al’Sah (azaereus) sat back and kept his mouth shut. This was Lodge business now
[15:57] Snow (malikai.alecto) entered the room, moving nearly silently on booted feet, making his way toward an open seat. He slid in with only the slightest clanking of his gladius against the back of his chair, reaching to place the folded page that had summoned him here on the table. It was a grave issue to draw the hermit assassin from his solace to be here among his own kind, peopling like the verb it had become.
[15:58] Sirius™ (lucienwildulf) he nodded at Snow, now the 3 sons of Serpent sat together. It had been sometime since they were together. He leaned to his right, and whispered to update Snow on all that was discussed.
[16:04] Byron Greenwood prospered a respectful nod to both Crow and Sirius in turn. “The Lodge’s tents are always available to those assassins that have good standing, no matter what court or allegiance they might have. You will always be welcome here. If you would renounce your ranks in the Lodge, I will abide by your wishes, with no ill feeling. Your service to the Lodge has been honourable, and will not be easily forgotten. I will say this, in answer to your statement, Crow. You had the rank to make decisions. Such decisions I would stand by, since, given your rank, you had my trust to act in ways I would support.Indeed, I again note you both stated you would attend a stand I said the Lodge you attend. If you wanted more recognition for your efforts, you only had to mention it. I didn’t garner men that needed my input on everything. I garnered men that could do things on their own. And do them well. Besides, the Lodge’s mission, here, was and is merely to provide a haven for the caste as a whole. -My- mission is the same as it always was, to preserve the methods laid down by the Black Caste Isle. ‘Took the Lodge as its master’ you say. I think you rather re-write history, there. But, no matter. I hold few grudges.”
[16:07] Snow (malikai.alecto) leans forward, squinting toward Scar’s familiar form, nodding as he absorbed the news. Here it was, those pink eyes that made him a living trope rolled so far back into his skull his mother had told him once they’d get stuck like that. He didn’t even bother to mutter, he just spoke the words with his usual candor. “I know my eyesight is not what it once was. But are you actually sitting there, ruling for our entire caste while wearing a fucking crown?” He didn’t care that Scar had just barely gotten his own respectful words out of his mouth, he was unhappy and it showed in his every terse word. “I come to do in service to my caste to find you as an Ubar, crowned? Please tell me I have finally tipped over the edge of madness, and left reason behind. Just want to make sure I’ve got it right so that I can fully appreciate this moment.”
[16:11] Crow (melchior.wardell) would listen with the intent to hear what was shared. As the man spoke he said nothing new. Nothing he had not anticipated. “Oh I expected you to say this.” he replied coldly “Tell me if you gave me so much trust … why not give the rank of the court master to the one that is there ?” he asks – as a mere suggestion. “Someone that truly builds relations with those out there. “Is it not you that took the largest house within this fortress? You wish the benefits and than just tell me I was like trusted with anything that was yours?” he would lift himself to stand. “I do not try to rewrite history nor am I very good with words … But I know what I see.”
When Snow intervened Crow arched a brow in surprise or was it really surprise ?
[16:16] Sirius™ (lucienwildulf) had also felt a tad neutered , though he did feel some autonomy in his rank. ” I will always stand with my brothers. whether by blood or caste. ” It helped some that Crow and Snow were both bio brothers thru Serpent. ” We never see you.. and therein lies the issue, I believe. You come for meetings, but have not been present here (or in discord until recently). We still have to report to you when you have been vacant for so long. I do appreciate your words, that we would still be welcome here and part of the Lodge, even under a different banner. I will always be there to help. and teach the next generation.”
[16:19] Byron Greenwood smiled thinly at Snow. “Ahah, Snow. How -fascinating- that you should suddenly appear when this matter is being discussed. A matter that would have been better addressed within the Lodge rather than at a full conclave. But, since you were so -kind- enough to spit out the same vitriol of old, lacking in originality, I will answer it. I recall Vincent coming to me to say the same thing as you, and he did the same to Solomon as well. -He- left satisfied in both cases. I have -never- spoken for the caste. I have only spoken for myself. The Lodge has never been about presiding over the caste, but offer a haven for it. I rule only over my court. Not the caste as a whole. As for the villa, Crow, I gave you and Arsus one. That you filled. And then never used. Preferring the tents instead. And would I give my court to another to rule? Perhaps. But then, you just decided to step down. So, it’s not going to be -you- now, is it:? As for being absent, you always had the option and means to send a message to me. Still. Perhaps you were too busy to be bothered, eh? I understand.”
[16:24] Al’Sah (azaereus) sat back and stayed quiet. It was still a matter of the Lodge mostly… But that of one court, was in truth, a matter of caste, so he listened intently… Though the silence would be broken with the soft munching of trail nuts smuggled from under Sah’s… admittedly… revealing tunic choice.
[16:24] Crow (melchior.wardell) stood there looking down upon him “When would I had the time to discuss these matters with you ?” he asks. But he would wave his hand “Don’t answer. I know it was unfortunately not the past hands.” he added.
“I am not here to make this some mean girls club.” no pun intended. “But I am one that calls what I see. I have always done that. I even dare say that partly due to that – you were able to build this.” he stated. “But I do not come here for the largest villa, the rank or the pet on the back. I was here because this would be a joint venture and it was not. I wish you greatness with it.” he would take the sash and place it upon the table. “
[16:30] Snow (malikai.alecto) tipped his head to the side, listening as he nodded, as though in agreement. “Is it vitriol if it is truth? You sit crowned in apparent victory. Let us set aside the vitriol. I came to discuss, not challenge the unarmed to combat of wits. I have been busy. Doing my actual job. Killing people. You should try it sometimes. Does wonders for the wallet.”
He gave a firm nod, a polite inclining of his head. “I stand with my brothers. And do not forget … who we come from, where we inherited our literal and figurative steel.” He slowly rose to his feet, leaning to place his palms on the table flat, his voice no longer holding even a hint of humor. “True leadership begins with service, not edicts.”
[16:36] Byron Greenwood leaves the sash where it was placed, without comment upon it. Instead, he looked to Al’Sah. “You still want unity, Killer? Well, here it is.” But he then regarded Crow once more. “Again, I remind you that you said you will attend the same stand as I said the Lodge would attend. But, you are right. Perhaps it was not a joint venture here, this time around. Perhaps you did most of all. But, then, is that still not really a joint venture, when one person did the most? I had it mind that the efforts of all would aid in the whole, and when one person could not lend a hand, another to rise up to help things along. But I suppose it is easier to accuse one of being an Ubar than to be mature about things and consider a brotherhood. A court. A caste.” He then narrowed his gaze on Snow. “Have a care, Snow. You’re starting to sound like my partner of old. I suggest, if you actually -do- have something to discuss, you raise the topic. Otherwise, perhaps we should call this conclave to a close, unless there is any other business to consider?”
[16:40] Al’Sah (azaereus) looked to Byron and said in pure honesty. ” The Unified Council is meant to prevent things such as this. Speaking as Killers to our Councilmen, whom then speak for us. If you wish for the thoughts of the Killers of Boswell Pass, I speak knowing that those whom are here with me, and those whom are not, are of one mind in almost all that we do. Little happens within our Court that is not discussed among its members.” Was his simple reply. ” We men of The Black Caste. The business of one court, is the business of All.”
[16:40] Crow (melchior.wardell) would not fuel it and simply dipped his head once to Scar. He would raise his palm up to others. “I wish you well. Gold and Steel.” he stated. He would turn and leave the court. A room in which he had dared to dream of unity. Dream of joint effort.
Perhaps there was some recognition in the words shared but it was too little too late for Crow.
He would take the coin once more – flip it – and made the choice to walk out.
[11:05] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would slip inside once they had arrived at the tavern, returning shortly with a black wine in hand. After the other day’s snap, she was on her best behaviour, doing her best to pre-empt his needs without speaking out of turn. “My Master,” she would purrs in her soft tones, dark hues flickering over to the docks where he seemed to be watching.
[11:07] Crow (melchior.wardell) enjoyed the fact he hardly had to demand his girl to fetch his black wine so when she stood beside him with a hot steamy mug he would as ever touch her fingers as he took the mug from them.
“hmm… ” he mused as he glanced to the dock where a ship seemed to have docked. An occasion which was rare and triggered his interest. “Wonder what the current brought this day.”
[11:11] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) noted there was a ship that had pulled in as her gaze followed his, a figure coming in off the docks. Unknown, at least to first glance, her dark hues already starting to shimmer with that almost eerie, soft glow as the light of day slowly waned. Or was it returning? She couldn’t tell as they had only just come outside. “Shall I prepare another, My Master?” she ask, her arms having half slid around him, holding off on a full wrap as she watches a figure disembark.
[11:19] Sana One-Named (suyuan.quan): The clipped tones of combined Gorean and Pani filled the air as the ship glided along the current. There was a heated discussion between the men of the ship, some encouraging them to resume on stating that the isle was cursed and harbored assassins. Choko was restless, her eyes wide as she listened to half of the gaijin crew argue to sail away while the Pani regarded their white counterparts with disbelief. After all, they were fearless even of Initiates. Oddly, the diminutive woman’s eyes caressed the shore, the peaceful appearance of the island was almost tranquil save for two figures who were attired in black. A soft, yet commanding alto, unusual for a Pani woman raised her voice, “Cease,” she stated as if she were a captain itself, “Gentlemen are we not in need of rations and water? Tyros is a long way off and we are getting low on supplies.” Dark brown eyes shifted towards the shore and another argument ensued before the Captain, a mixed Pani and Gorean man stepped out from behind the slender figure in blue, “She’s right, even with superstition we cannot go another day or do without water. Assassins are like any other men! They eat and shit as we do,” Of course with much hesitation, the small trading ship docked and the crew were hesitant to step off-board, only Choko and the mixed blood Captain were eager to do. They approached the two figures in the distance, the NPC Captain of course leading with a good man or two and Choko boldly walking just behind him. His eyes surveyed the two who seemed to almost be expecting. A greeting with mixed accents began, “Greetings Killer,” the Captain said, “Apologies for interrupting but my crew and I are low on supplies and we many days ride away from Tyros. We mean no harm, simply merchants.”
[11:23] Crow (melchior.wardell) sipped his black wine while he would stare down upon the crew that was unfamiliar to him. He did not just greet – but waited. This silence that could be considered more dangerous than when words were shared.
The currents were dangerous for a normal visit so he would calculate the odds of her being her on purpose or by knowledge.
When Haru spoke of making another he simply stated to her to wait. Surely it was uncertain which way this visit would go.
His other hand flipped the coin without much thinking. A habit that started to grow on him. It trained his reflexes and thankfully he hardly missed to grip it out of mid air.
As he noted the Pani men and woman he would bow slightly. Crow was known to their culture and would greet them by a dip of his head. “Greetings.” he offered. His voice held that Arian flair to it. “What kind of supplied would that be?” he asks. He did not yet order his slave to serve or help in any way.
[11:29] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would dip her head a little at his signal to wait, her hands sliding from his hips and moving back to her own side. That moment of intimacy on pause as she takes up a more formal posture with the approaching lady. The moons were coming up now, her dark hues almost seeming to light up as they refracted the light they caught, much akin to a feline’s in the dark. The after effects of a physician’s manipulations, playing with her very essence though it well matched the girl’s other feline nuances.
The way she stood oozed that of a domesticated giani. Proud yet soft. Gentle and yet poised to show off her best assets. She wasn’t one to be rude so as her master greeted, she would repeat his words in her own. “Tal Masters, Mistress,” she would say, being sure to include the captain and his crew in that. For that moment she was glad to be by her master’s side and not alone, more than aware of what a docking ship’s crew could do if they found a girl alone.
She too had seen that the lady appeared Pani, Haru’s own lineage seeming to be similar and so a bow was also offered in sync with his. An extension of Crow. Moving as he moved and yet trying at the same time to not be in the way. Both arms folding behind her for the gesture as was for a slave of the isles. Pani. It seemed that they attracted such of late. Yoko. Fuji. And now another. Even the ronin. She mulled on that, knowing Crow had a history there but still so much more to learn about her master in that regard. Her focus of late having been on testing.. certain desires of her own.
[11:40] Sana One-Named (suyuan.quan): Both visible Pani and mixed seemed to be more brave type. Pani and the Assassin’s caste seemed to have a long history together, spanning generations from the hearings as far as Port Kar. Their presence was so endemic that it was virtually folklore. The white men behind the pair appeared nervous, sweat forming on the brow as the sun quickly continued its descent. The slight bow, a signal of respect was offered towards them and only the captain and Choko followed suit, a subtle close-lipped smile forming on their lips. Choko lifted herself to her full height again shortly after the Captain did, her gaze settling upon the collar-girl adjacent to the rugged assassin who had greeted them first. There was a flicker of something – concern, perhaps even disappointment even as she bore witness to the felinesque qualities. But wisely, Choko held her tongue and allowed the Captain to continue the talk; as a Pani free woman she still must defer to a male member of her family regardless of age, “My name is Kaito, a one-named person and this is my Intended, Choko. We are cousins and have been traveling many days from Port Kar to Tyros to meet with our respective fathers. We are to be companioned and begin a trading company there. But alas…” An irritated expression formed upon his features, “A storm blew us off course and we are low on food and water,” His brows depressed slightly, “I have heard rumor that this is forbidden land and my humblest apologies if we are trespassing. But if you can spare anything, we would be able to pay what you ask within reason.” [11:41] Sana One-Named (suyuan.quan): *Choko, also a one-named person
[11:46] Crow (melchior.wardell) noted the night slowly falling and create this scene in which one could expect things to happen. And yet one could not predict as to what was coming. The suspense making the air more thick.
The island with the fortress and temple high up the cliffs were silent witnesses of what happened upon these grounds. Blood, sweat, successes and failures were as shadows hanging and seemed to whisper of the danger that would lurk beyond the tavern.
Crows eyes were keenly upon those before him. Yet he still seemed to be amicable in his pose. As if he wasn’t one of the dreaded assassins that were known to hide in shadows. In such Crow was perhaps the odd one out.
As they spoke he would listen. His gaze following those that were indicated in the story the man was telling. His gaze for a moment on the mans intended. “Do not worry. I am sure we can help. There is only one thing I must ask in return.” he stated.
His mug now empty would be given to Haru. “For a moment I thought you were in search for the Port Akita. As I know they are in search for the nobles that might want to take the position of the throne of the deceased Shogun.” of course he would see how these words would fall upon their ears.
“What is it that you need most ? Water, Fruit, Suls ?” he asks further. “Perhaps have the slaves (NPC) deal with it while you both enjoy a drink in this establishment?”
[11:51] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) looks between them. She caught that note of disappointment but would simply offer an assuring smile. There was little for her to say in the moment and so her Pani-Karian tones were silenced, the girl shifting to adjust her skirt a little, dexterous fingers making quick and easy adjustments to make sure the silk sat proper and gave her a little modesty before the woman.
Hearing the talk of Port Akita, her ears would perk. She was there often on her master’s task though it kept slipping beyond her reach. She was still trying to figure it out but it was driving her up the wall because things were simply never going the way she expected. Still, it was a beautiful place and so she would nod her head in agreement. He, of course, knew everything she saw or heard while she was there in the Pani port.
[12:05] Sana One-Named (suyuan.quan): The nearby tharlarion lamps were hastily being lit by a few robed figures and torches to illuminate the darkness. The crewmen were unnerved, those in the boat both chattering amongst themselves and also debating whether or not they should depart in haste and leave their Pani passengers behind. They gossiped under the light of the Gorean moons which had ascended but primarily illuminated the duo before them. Kaito was sunburnt, had mismatched eyes of green and brown. His leathery skin details a man who had spent time on the sea. He was the opposite of the serene, almost reticent Choko who hadn’t spoken a word yet. She was alabaster-skinned from what could be seen and she was small and petite. A Gorean moon illuminated her, making her somewhat appear otherworldly. The NPC Kaito shook his head, though his tense jaw indicated that he had a connection to Port Akita, “We are but humble merchants with single names. We prefer to keep ourselves and not involve ours in daimyo or noble matters.” He stated the last part through clenched teeth; perhaps he was lying? Choko’s face betrayed nothing, though her nostrils flared beneath her veil – a tell? The Captain bobbed his head at the mention of provisions that Crow seemingly offered, “Yes, yes please. And meat if you have any. My men may learn that you are not the boogeyman you seem.” His dry laughter filled the air, but only he had chuckled at his own joke. The offer to tarry caused Kaito’s head to turn back towards his crew, the white men staring at him like gianis with glowing eyes. He deliberated in that moment, “Perhaps we can tarry but a while but not for long,” He did not wish to be rude to this potential savior but the restlessness of his crew was palpable. They feared the assassin even if he was alone, a few gasped in awe hearing the name infamous throughout Gor, “Please,” he extended a callused hand, “Lead the way.”
[12:14] Crow (melchior.wardell) would measure the answers of the man to what they seemed to be – a riddle. The mans mannerisms did not met with his answers. But Crow would not pry. Simply take it to memory and perhaps inform the minster of justice about this encounter. But that was it.
As the captain spoke Crow would grin. “Me being considered the boogy-man might serve a purpose.” he replied – with a sense of humor that was rare for those of the caste of assassins. “There is enough meat to share. I believe some Tabuk and Bosk.” he would indicate the warehouse where the slaves would share what surely would go to waste if not traded. “Now you of course need to pay but there is another cost.” he stated.
Crow eyes would rest upon the woman briefly. His thoughts on those of their culture that had past him by in his life never truly forgotten. Each had made quite the impression and still lived in parts of what he was.
“My invite is no obligation.” he stated as he noted the looks shared and the concerns about them not staying all that long. “I do not wish to delay you any further if that is a matter for you and your trade. But do tell me of the name of your company ? So I can tell you the costs besides the coin I recquest.”
[12:21] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would shift around her master, moving to his left as if such was important in the moment. Perhaps keeping an eye on the warehouse slaves in a manner, should any of them decide to sneak aboard the ship. She had an idea of which slaves had ventured beyond the docks and perhaps knew things they should not; those that would meet an end if they decided to sneak an escape.
Her movements were fluid, the feline girl as much a serpent as the mammal; sinuous and elegant despite her short stature. A pocket slave aimed for seduction and the pleasure of whoever owned it. An object as much a pet, a lover, a slave and all the other titles one might put to her. There was many a man who envied Crow for his prize and she knew it even if she was humble about it.
The talk of a price had her pause, looking up to her master. An unspoken question on her lips but yet visible in her gaze. To him at least; having come to know her to that level to pick up the slight shifts in her expression and posture.Subtle movements that to others might be nothing more than the wind tickling her nose or a fly buzzing past her ear. She didn’t speak. Not for now. Her voice much more closeted after his recent corrections, keeping other words to herself lest she end up scolded again.
[12:31] Sana One-Named (suyuan.quan): Kaito had purposely skipped over the concept of payment, aware that Assassins usually demand a high price, but his features never betrayed his concerning thoughts. The crewmen behind them had decided to settle for the evening and began to consume paga and other high spirits to quell their nerves in the presence of the assassin. It was one man they saw, but there could easily be others and a private discussion began as to how to proceed further. They would not leave the ship, believing the land cursed and so a plan was forming between them, betraying their captain at his backside. Kaito halted; he was attired in his sea clothing and not robes of a middle-class or working-class Pani on land. The robes were too cumbersome and he preferred the lightness of the attire those on deck wore. The slaves gathered quickly to get what they needed and Kaito’s adam’s apple bobbed. Choko briefly met Crow’s gaze, her expression stoic as he afforded her appreciation. She was taught to maintain her composure and to quell her thoughts and feelings. But even she briefly flickered with concern over the price, “My company is called the Water Crow – Mizu Karasu.” At the sails, under the light of the moon was a white mast with a three-legged crow among waves. A connection to the assassin and his prize before him. Kaito swallowed before he proceeded further, “And what is your price for your assistance?”
[12:39] Crow (melchior.wardell) knew that he could trust Haru to keep an eye out. And as she moved he would simply understand that it was needed to keep things in check.
Crow was as ever calculating, measuring of the men, their motions, they demeanor. As if when there would be indications he would address them. With words, steel and his murder if they would overstep. Not that he easily committed murder when there was no gain of gold.
When they shared the name he was slightly taken aback. The name he once was given ? Was this a coincidence or an omen that he needed to figure out. Perhaps for a moment his features would betray that he was puzzled by it. “Most often your culture speaks of dragons and fish and yet your company is called the Water Crow. May I ask how such a name came to be ?”
He could tell that the fact he had not yet spoke of what he wished in return he grinned briefly. “I ask a fair price and your discretion … For not to speak of this encounter to others … If you can not meet this promise … that will have severe consequences.” it was so easily said as if he knew the words to be true. As already been carried out if they dared to object.
[12:44] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) was silent still. Under her scrutiny, none of the NPC slaves dared to even step a foot out of line. She was a hard taskmaster when it came to the NPCs and any would take a beating if she got wind of a single misstep.
Satisfied that they knew she was watching, she turns her gaze back to the here and now. The reaction from her owner noted, her now dark-chocolate hues in the morning sun turning back to the gathering and the ship in question. Water crow? It held no meaning to her outside of the words and the fact that her master was named Crow. It did make her wonder, though, and she would curl her fingers in the top of the skirt she wore. Listening.
[12:59] Sana One-Named (suyuan.quan): Kaito’s veneer of humility and calmness was slightly fracturing beneath his neutral mask as Crow continued his naming of a practice and the request of discretion. Briefly, the Captain glanced over his shoulder towards his Intended who was bathed in moonlight and even he could discern the worry in her gaze which she was endeavoring to conceal. Both exhaled internally when the topic veered towards the Company’s name and the shadow of doubt eased on his worn and weathered features, “It’s a legend in our family. According to tradition, Yatagarasu, an agent of Amaterasu found our ancestress on the banks of a river. She had attempted to take her own life after an issue with a man she could not have. The Yatagarasu pitied her and guided her into water which healed her scars. She bathed in the river and Amaterasu turned her into a water spirit to serve Suijin the water god as payment for her healing.” It wasn’t a common Pani legend but many families had their own legends and stories about times past. Kaito reached down and grasped Choko’s hand, his expression turning serious as he addressed the real heart of the matter while the NPC slaves continued their foraging for supplies, “Name your price and I swear to you on Amaterasu I will do ask you ask. You are saving our lives, sir and we owe you a debt.”
[13:08] Crow (melchior.wardell) kept himself in the same pose as he listens. It struck him deep. The story all to familiar to him. The peacock. The prettiest with the most colorful feathers. How she had taunted him, haunted him ever since he had left her. How he himself had considered what would have happened if he had made different choices.
When he listens to the story his eyes would drift to the woman so heavily covered. Would she have the looks that ran in the family ? Would he recognize some of her features in her ?
“Thank you for sharing that story.” he stated. Perhaps Haru could sense that it hit him right were it would hurt him. Yet he had not grown this old by showing his emotions. And so he remained stoic.
“That promise is enough.” he stated. What !? Was Crow that generous ? Surely everyone would now question it ? Afraid as to the catch. And yet they had given him something far more precious than they realized.
“Shall we have this promise bounded by a glass of wine ? I have some Turian.” he suggested.
[13:12] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) was listening. Intent, well practiced listening. There was a vibe in the moment, something she was picking up but not quite seeing, the hairs on the nape of her neck lifting like she had some form of spidey-sense.
Sliding closer to her master, her hand would half slip around her thigh as if offering some kind of support. Support for him? Or for her? It was hard to tell, even to herself. A subtle tap of her finger against the cloth that separated her hand from his thigh. One single tap. Not two, nor three, just one. In all apparent, she simply wanted to be close to him, ready to follow command or to let the NPC slaves deal with the serving. Whichever it was that he might so desire.
[13:20] Sana One-Named (suyuan.quan) whispers: The diminutive Choko had been silent for the entirety of the exchange. She was well-aware of the legend and for the briefest moment there was a flicker of pride, “It is an honor to be descended from one touched by the gods,” Her voice broke the tension in that moment, her own bare hand reflexively squeezing her Intendeds as his remained firmly interlaced with her fingers. She too sensed the difference in the air and boldly fixed a quizzical glance at Crow, curious and perhaps concerned with the subtle nuances in the shifting of his form. Did the tale affect him? She squinted her eyes, slightly at him in an attempt to study any difference that his expression made. A boldness and curiosity that would perhaps be all too familiar to the assassin. Kaito squeezed her hand gently then, perhaps to silence her or to use her as an anchor since he was still puzzled by agreeing to something that wasn’t revealed, “Uh… sure, of course,” he said with hesitation, “But we have sake in our stores if you would prefer that, a gesture with his free hand was made towards Haru, “If you wish for your lovely slave to collect it I would be obliged to share but if you prefer the Turian, Choko and I will gladly partake.
[13:27] Crow (melchior.wardell) felt his slave snuggle close to him. Something she was allowed. Crow had learned over time that the closeness gave him some power over his slave. She felt connected and it instilled a loyalty and devotion with not that much effort. That she had won a piece of his heart over time due to him allowing her too.
For a moment he would look at his girl and nodded. A gesture for her to collect it. Ever since Ar and his contract to keep Lady Yoko safe he had tasted the sake more than once and he enjoyed it. “Let us say that your sake is a fine compensation.”
His eyes would now cut back to the woman as he would now slowly approach. His eyes slightly narrow as he thought to see something that resonated with dreams of old. “My guess is that the legend of the family is coming from your intended ?” he asks Kaito. He did not wish to be perceived to bold by addressing the woman all of a sudden.
When she spoke of being honored he would dip his head slightly “At times there is a story … a thing that stirrs the water in such a way that even the hardest of rocks has a carving.” he would now bow slightly deeper – aware that it showed a deeper form of respect.
[13:32] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would peel away from her master, the girl’s hips swaying as she moved from his side and towards the ship. She wasn’t one to dally and this seeming connection was raising more than just a few heckles. It was like there was a puzzle to solve but she was missing a piece, so she hurried back as soon as the ship’s slaves or crew had given her access the Sake. She didn’t want to miss a thing. It was like watching a drama unfold on stage where things were deliberately played out in such a way to keep the audience guessing.
Moving back to his side, a jar of Sake under arm, she would wait for further command, her diligence to her master second to none. A loyalty that few understood or ever experienced, let alone dared to question.
[13:47] Sana One-Named (suyuan.quan): The Captain and his Intended collectively moved to one side to allow the collar-girl to pass. Hijame maintained her gaze upon the slave girl a little bit longer than what was polite. She had seen her fellow Pani women enslaved by varying white men and it silently broke her spirit each time to see one of her countrywomen under the heel of slavery. Luckily her veil disguised her mild disgust and one would assume she was disatisfied with her. Kaito only offered occasional glimpses but was more seasoned than his Intended in matters like these. He ignored his own internal feelings on the matter, “Careful girl, my men can be crass.” Impressively she was able to saunter through the series of men who gave her wide berth since she was an assassin’s slave and wouldn’t dare touch her. Kaito glanced back to Crow who could almost blend in with the rest of the darkness if the moonlight did not brighten his features along wit Haru who had unusual markings, “The tale comes from both our line. We are first cousins. She tells it better than I do when I let her,” he grinned, Choko’s dark brown hues were then fixed upon Crow; he was most unusual and the way that he paid heed to her following with the bow was refreshing, albeit this whole situation was confusing. He seemed particularly interested in her which Kaito noticed but said nothing. But it intrigued Choko and bent forward to return his profound, deep bow, “It was said…” she continued in her dulcet, Karian-Pani accent, “That all that was left of the ancestress was sunlight shining on blood and gold on the bank of the river. Annually, our family goes to the claimed site of her rebirth we leave her offerings just like the legend says,” Kaito glanced over towards his intended aware that she seemed to be loquacious than usual and arched a brow, “Indeed,” he said, a bit unnerved and bewildered by this exchange. The assassin still hadn’t stated what he wanted to keep as promise, “But onward, sir. I did not catch your name or hers.”
[13:52] Crow (melchior.wardell) would follow his slave with his gaze as to ensure she was unharmed. But when he noted how the crew responded he would cut a glance to the man once more.
“Your story is the gift in return for the supplies. The secret one you keep. If not … I will collect a life for each time you share this location.” he stated calm and very much the promise he just made.
When his name was asked “I am called Crow.” he answers. Now his eyes piercing to the woman and man as to read how such would be comprehended in the grand scheme of things.
[13:57] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would shift, the girl’s dark hues moving from face to face. Each one studied but in a discrete manner. No staring from the slave. The abject interest between parties was noticed. The way the lady looked to her master; a stranger on their shores who, unsurprisingly, seemed to have a connection to him.
Still no movement was made to head inside or to sit; to partake in the Sake which was a tribute for the price. A secret to keep as the price and now a story to tell that was also the price. She wondered for a moment if the price kept growing for the crew dallying longer. Just how far would that price rise?
[14:07] Sana One-Named (suyuan.quan): The NPC slaves continued their packing and resupplying the ship, again the sailors gave wide berth as they too were assassin slaves similar to Haru. Bits and pieces of their conversation were heard and while the air in was thick and tense, they remained where they were. Choko inclined her head curiously and Kaito appeared perplexed, “Our family legend is the only payment you require? Killer, certainly you want some sort of fiscal agreement. I don’t have gold but much silver in exchange for your hospitality…” And he abruptly ceased when he made his threat. The chilling part was he did not say which lives. Choko’s brows rose towards her hairline with the subtle, yet lethal promise and she took reign of the situation, “We understand, sir. On our honor we will not share where we stopped since we are delayed,” Kaito looked down to his small Intended and pursed his lips, saying something softly to her in Pani, a command for her to cease interjecting and speaking for him. His grip upon Choko’s squeezed roughly, a warning and a whimper of discomfort escaped her lips and she nodded, “Gomen nasai,” she replied, feeling inferior in that moment with a grimace upon her delicate visage Kaito turned back to Crow and bowed deeply, “Well met, Crow. Shall we enjoy the sake?”
[14:10] Crow (melchior.wardell) spied the ahn and knew that he needed to break of this for an important meeting up in the fortress. He would snap his finger to his girl. As to see that she returned to heel him left.
“I fear my time to share wine or sake is over. I consider the bottle a small gesture of gratitude for the supplies your crew have received.”
He smiled kindly when they returned the bow. “I am known that a promise made by a man such as yourself is not done lightly so I will consider the deal done.” he would look at the woman once more.
“The legend of your family is priceless. It is far more in value than any gold would do.”
[14:12] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would pull the jar of Sake in closer to herself as if guarding it now. Not that she could do a lot against a man but woe be to the slave that tried to take it from her. To steal her master’s property… from his property. A quick bow given, low and formal and she would follow behind, leash clipped on as they moved.
In Port Akita there is a man named Kenryoku Natsu. He is a man of honor, having served the Shogun with unwavering loyalty and dedication. His heart and soul are intertwined with the duties of his office, and he takes great pride in his role as the Minister of Justice.
Natsu’s childhood was filled with rigorous training and lessons in the ways of the samurai. He learned the art of the sword, the principles of bushido, and the importance of serving with heart and soul. His father would often tell him stories of the Shogun’s wisdom and bravery, painting a picture of a ruler who was both just and compassionate.
As Natsu grew older, his dedication to the Shogun only deepened. He took great pride in his role as the Minister of Justice, ensuring that the laws of the land were upheld and that the people lived in harmony.
The Shogun, a wise and just ruler, had always been a beacon of righteousness. Under his guidance, the land flourished, and the people lived in harmony. They even went and ventured upon Mainland and in Port Akita. But fate is often cruel, and the Shogun’s untimely death left a void that seemed impossible to fill. Natsu felt himself now restless and burdened by the weight of his grief, he is struggling to find peace.
Despite his inner turmoil, Natsu knows that the balance of the land must be restored. He understands that it is not his place to claim the throne, but he will try to ensure that those who are destined to rule will be as honorable and righteous as the Shogun had been. With this resolve, he sets out on a mission to guide and mentor the potential heirs.
Natsu’s journey was never an easy one. He faced many challenges and obstacles, but his determination never wavers. He searches out for the young nobles and would teach them the values of justice, honor, and compassion. He will share stories of the Shogun’s wisdom and bravery, hoping to instill these qualities in the future leaders.
In the end, Natsu’s legacy was not just in the laws he upheld or the justice he served, but in the hearts and minds of the what hopefully will be future leaders.
Crows Murder 