[12:40] Crow (melchior.wardell) shook his head “No … not a forge here.” he replied. Thankfully there was none for he might have to nod and in these parts nodding was a thing. “Excuse us all.” he would turn and move his shoulder into Haru’s mid section to have her raised upon his shoulder. He would give a good slam to her ass.
[12:45] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would follow along. Of course. She was up on his shoulder and being carried, giving a little squeal of enjoyment as he slaps her ass. She would wriggle, a faux little struggle but mostly she was adjusting her weight as he moved up the way to the compound, trying to make it easier for him to carry her weight. Was it the outfit she had chosen to wear? She looks down at the sheer silk she had chosen for that day, making a small mental note. A moment there she would squeak, a bounce as they stepped over something almost making her drop the bag of soap and herbs but she held onto it.
[12:49] Crow (melchior.wardell) would slowly let her fall to her feet. The outfit indeed had its effect upon him. As she would stand he would undress himself. “So … some private time.” he stated to her. As he was butt naked he would walk into the water. “So tell me what are your thoughts ? Do you enjoy the stay at the lodge ?” he asks. He pondered on a dilemma and wanted to create the right atmosphere to go down his choices when it came to their life.
[12:54] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would watch as he stripped, moving to help him if he desired it. She would not strip herself until he was ready and stepping into the water, waiting for him to be able to see her as she put a small show on, her hands sliding over her frame as she removed the sheer cloth. “I enjoy any time I am with you, My Master,” she says in her soft tones. “The lodge does certainly keep me busy,” she says with a slight nod. “And I do enjoy having girls around that we all get along together. Adira as well.” Of course, she was very close to Adira; the pair had been friends a long time. Since before the caste had ever laid its claim on her. Stepping down into the water, she would bring the herbs and soaps with her, placing them to the side of the bath, sliding up to her master and her hands over his thighs, looking up at him in curios question of the topic.
[12:58] Crow (melchior.wardell) would take her in his arms. He would move her locks of hair from her shoulder so he was allowed to look into her face. “You have been busy. I was very proud of you yesterday.” he compliments her. He would move forward as to steal a kiss. “And the candidates ? What are you thoughts on them ?” he asks as he would hold her steady in his lap. The water warm enough to be comfortable and enjoyable.
[13:04] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would snuggle up into his lap, tilting her head as he brushed her hair. She enjoyed the gesture but she would slip her arms around his shoulders in a similar gesture. The bathing could begin soon. For now she would enjoy the quiet moment of being alone and having him to herself. The cuddles. At his compliment, she would flush slightly. “Thank you, My Master,” she purrs. “Learning the sleen is… something new, but I wish only to make you happy.” And that meant proud and all the other positive emotions. Of course, she also didn’t want to get eaten, so being in Hecate’s favour had its own little bonus there. She would lean in, nuzzling him a moment before pulling away as he mentioned the candidates. “They have potential, My Master,” she says. “But I suspect with the slow game, one or both will end up lured to their death.” He knew what she meant; he’d ordered her and Adira to play such a game. Not the quick game but something much slower. Steadier. “They do seem to rush things a little, though, as if hurrying will lead them to an earlier stand.”
[13:10] Crow (melchior.wardell) would listen as he would watch how she spoke. He knew she was considerate in the words she spoke. As she mentioned the candidates he would nod – he had his own observations. He would take the brush from behind and would ask her to turn so he could brush her hair. “There is a thing i wish you to know.” he started. “We have been here for some time now. And at times the compound can be quiet and on others day overwhelming.” he added. “The compound can be challenging and demanding. Even if there are more than a few about.” With long strokes he would work her hair – conscious in his motion. Loving and tenderly grooming his girl. Something he enjoyed much and yet there was often so little time for these intimate settings.
[13:16] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would turn as he did so, giving an audible purr as he began to brush her hair. She was a sucker for that. It was relaxing and enjoyable both at the same time. She could almost curl up with dish of milk in front of the fire like this. He was behind her though and as she nodded her head to his words, she could not reach him fully. Instead, she would draw her fingers up and over his knees and thighs. A light dance of her sharpened nails. “This is true, My Master,” she says in her soft tones. “It is the first place in a long time where I have not even had the time to travel and keep my eyes in other cities.” The lodge definitely kept her busy most days. Still, he had something to tell her so she kept her response short.
[13:19] Crow (melchior.wardell) could feel her nails on his skin and it made him have goosebumps. As he continued with the brush he would speak further. “There is another love I have.” he started. A small confession in his words if she would pay attention. “It is a love that is a secret – a love affair – that is never spoken or showed in a way any Gorean man that is outside of my caste would be able to do.” he would move forward and bury his nose in her hair for a moment and than planting a kiss. “But this lover has called upon me.” he finally admitted.
[13:24] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would draw circles with those claws but not push too far; she was enjoying the hair brushing in a selfish moment of indulgence. Her head would tilt to the side as he spoke his words, though. Listening to them. This was new, something he’d not broached with her before. “A mistress, My Master?” she asks. “Am I to have a mistress?” He could hear the surprise in her voice. The guessing. “Is it the mistress physician?” She was the only lady really allowed within the compound so far; there was the other but that one she knew had been unknown to her master.
[13:28] Crow (melchior.wardell) would come out of a daze when she asked him of a woman. As she spoke of Faye his brow would even arch further. Had she seen things he had not been aware off ? surely faye might like him but had he ever showed any interest ? There had been very few women in his life that had caught his eye. He would place the brush back and have her face him again. “No no.” he replied. “There is no mistress or even another slave, mine.” he contemplated. “Why would you think so ?” He was very much unaware as to how she had understood his words. Surely only a man could be so oblivious to it.
[13:32] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would turn on his lap, sliding her arms around his neck again as her fingers curled into his hair. She enjoyed it when he had those long locks though short did look so dashing on him, too. Heck, he was just handsome no matter which way he styled his hair. She even liked his beard even if she was known to threaten shaving men’s faces. In humour, of course. She wouldn’t actually date. “She is the only woman truly allowed in the compound, My Master,” she says. It made sense to her. “And I’ve not seen you sneaking off to….” She takes pause, her dark hues flickering over him. “Is it a man?” Why not? The vast majority of masters she had in the past had a leaning towards men – so it wouldn’t surprise her. “I… have never suspected such, My Master.”
[13:38] Crow (melchior.wardell) would look at her shocked “Hell no !!” as she started to go on about men. “What do you think of me?!” he questioned with what seemed to be utter amazement. “I am not talking about a woman nor a man.” he stated almost as if he was offended. “And before you start … I am not in bestiality either.” he quickly added just so she wouldn’t go on that route. The mere erection that had perhaps formed was all of a sudden no where to be seen.
“My secret love affair is that of my Home Stone Ar.” he stated. He knew that by admitting this – he was already breaking his codes. Although one might wonder if any Gorean man would truly ever really denote it. Sure he held no honor for it. He did not serve it any more. But the first love each Gorean learned was that of his parents and Home Stone. Glorious Ar was his.
[13:43] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would relax a little as he decried the idea of men but she would reach up, brushing her hair behind his ear and then drawing one of her nails across his jawline, enjoying the sharpness of it. “I know that sometimes you like to surprise me, My Master,” she says. But he brought up bestiality and she would wrinkle her nose at that. Oh, eww. Eww eww eww, he did not just go there. “Such a thing would never have entered my mind, My Master,” she says, going a little wide-eyed.
He spoke then of Ar and she would smile, her eyes lighting up. “Ar is a wonderful city, My Master, and it was where I first saw you.” She says with a nod of her head. “And it is much like Kar, to me, holds most of my memories.” Not Genesian Port where steel had first found her; nor the Pani isles she had spent a long time. She leans in then, wriggling into his lap more. She wanted that erection back. Bring it back! “It calls to you, My Master?” she asks now, wanting for an explanation. “But the city is in dust?”
[13:49] Crow (melchior.wardell) grinned when she wrinkled her nose. Surely he could not picture himself in such either. But when she spoke of Ar he could see the change in her demeanor and was touched by it. “I doubt Glorious Ar ever really falls to dust. It just has these moments in which it holds its breath. And yes it calls upon me.” he admitted. “The Lodge is doing well and there needs to be a representative in such a city as Ar.” he would move her as he snuggled into her hair. “For some reason I do not wish it to be run by anyone else but me. I know this sounds arrogant, but I guess when it comes to Ar … I the killer Crow can be a jealous bastard that does not want to share it.”
[13:55] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would wriggle on his lap as he spoke of Ar. It was a prestigious city with a lot behind her and indeed, she had her own history and love affair with the place. If anywhere came on par with Kar, it would be Ar if only short by a few points. She was, after all, a big city girl at heart. Long ago were the days where Geo had allowed her to serve in his tavern in the same city, the only non-caste owned girl he had permitted such though she did not know it. Her escapades exploring the rooftops as she moved from wall to wall, building to building. The stories she had. Her head bobs, though, as he speaks of the breath holding. “Hai, it is the way of our cities,” she says softly. It wasn’t just Ar that seemed to come and go on a king’s whim. Her hands would slide off his shoulders, running now down and over his chest, letting those claws of hers dance their little dance as they ventured further. “Are we going to Ar then, My Master?” she asks. She wasn’t stupid, reading into his words. Still, she would play a little game with him and give him a small, playful push. “Not willing to share it, yet you are willing to share me if asked?” she teases with honey lips.
[13:59] Crow (melchior.wardell) would cuddle her some more and as she questioned he frowns. “Yes although we still will spend time here too. Something I learned from Port Kar … I need a spot to hide and relax.” he shared. “We will not move just yet … but we can prepare and such.” as she spoke of sharing he frowns. “I never had the request as to share you. I would not know what to answer if anyone questioned.” he admitted. He was normally not a greedy or selfish bastard. “Why keep such a beautiful and very sensual beast all for myself.” he asks her as he would move her once more. So they would remain comfortable in the water.
[14:07] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would nod her head ever so sagely. She understood. They barely had time to themselves here in the lodge. There were a lot of things to take care of; a lot of responsibilities. EVen this moment in the bath was a rarity and she was enjoying it so much. Just them, their words and their love for each other. And Ar. “I shall prepare a selection of clothing, My Master,” she says in her soft tones. “Will you be taking up the scribe mantle?” She had blue, of course, to wear for such a time. Still, she would look at him a moment as her hands slipped between his thighs, fingers seeking his flesh at least until he denied any such request. The doll would grin, reaching up with a hand to boop him on the nose. “Master M did request, back in Lost City, and you did agree.” She chuckles some. “But he has never; I suspect it was about the chase for him.” Or something like that; she was not concerned by it – just found it humorous. Still, he questioned why he would keep her to himself and she would lean in, bringing her face to his. “I am yours, My Master, and care only for your attentions.” Anything else, such as luring the seekers, was just a part of her duty. Yet she knew she was property and he could do as he wished with her. A slave, a pet, a lover and a companion all in their different aspects. An object and a tool yet also a part of him. “Without you, I would be lost.”
[14:15] Crow (melchior.wardell) would feel her hands between his thigh and would not stop her. The moment of flesh against flesh an intimate one. One in which secrets could be shared. Insights could be given. And devotion could be shown. Crow although a cold and calculating assassin had a side to him he shielded for those not close enough.
Sure he could have sex and just act out upon lust. Yet he held a control over it. At rare moments he would allow that control to go and be the simple man that enjoyed his slave to the fullest
[09:53:22] Crow (melchior.wardell) came out of his tent. The day had started calm enough. As he noted the sleen calm before a tent. He noted the two girls of D. there. “Greetings.” he offered while he crossed his arms before him. “You two must be the most and best protected slaves of Gor.” he jested.
[09:54:31] IRunOnCoffee raised her head crankily before hissing at Crow, not a noise of agression but one more similar to a hello in sleeeen. She stared at him before her head went back to her paws. Though she kept an eye upon Crow.
[09:54:43] ஐ·.¸·Franzia·.¸.ஐ (redwinelovah): ::She peeked out her tent and waved to Master C with a cherub litte twist of a half grin::”by the kings, i believe we are Master.., uh, can you move the brute?”
[09:58:06] Crow (melchior.wardell) perked a brow “You believe ? I am quite sure.” he replied. Of course he could see the predicament the girls were in. Yet he portrayed himself as innocent of understanding what they wished “The brute? I fear that if you call Hecate a brute she will no longer listen to me and show us all that this is a matter of principle. Surely she had the best and righteous intentions.” he stated – clearly with some amusement although it did not show.
[09:58:18] IRunOnCoffee raised her head sharply, growling out a warning. Something had hit the wind and irritated her as she raised herself up on her own and went to turn. Her nose in the air, as her nostrils flared.
[10:01:34] ஐ·.¸·Franzia·.¸.ஐ (redwinelovah): ::She eyed the animal that was rather obtrusive to the allowance for exiting the tent. She saw that brow perk and she lifted her chest and pointed her toes in the direction she was trying to head::”Yes, you are right, but then Master has a couple of gems..::”see what she did there! haha.:”can i call her…stubborn sack of …::”she was trying to think of a non offesive line of names for the overgrown beast of wild ways. A finger tapped to her chin in thought::/d
[10:02:28] Gemini (korimarano) did crawl out of bed in an odd mood this morning, a shake of her head as she headed to the long mirror to just detangle all that hair. She was mid-brushing when she heard Franzia call the sleen a ‘brute’ and heard master C’s words for it. “Probably not a good idea to piss her off, Franny.” she’d say, moving to the tent opening and to her sister’s side, placing her index to Franny’s lips as she flicked those eyes up to her.
[10:05:05] Crow (melchior.wardell) would keep his arm crossed as if he was in this casual conversation and the sleen who could kill them all in a matter of seconds wasn’t even there. “Her given name was already quite the thing. You know Sleens can be very specific with it. They take time to take on a name. So if you upset her with a name that she feels is unfit … I am not sure what she will do.” Crow had grown to trust the sleen and knew this was all in good jest. One command and the sleen would move. Yet he did not make that command “There is a saying that you catch flies with honey and not vinegar. Perhaps you both can plead your case with her ?” he suggested – faking to be very serious.
[10:07:05] IRunOnCoffee grumbled before flopping down once more. Her head upon her paws. She would continue to stalk out the tent. Torturing those inside if they needed to pee. However, she was on lazy mode and the tent was warm.
[10:09:15] ஐ·.¸·Franzia·.¸.ஐ (redwinelovah): Her brows furrowed on the beast. when gem put her fingers to her mouth, she had paused in her rather colorful line of words. Her gaze then turned to Master Crow as he “instructed and taught” her the ways of the beast whom the beast actually listened to. So what she do::”Go Hecate. You are a better doorway then a window”::she tried logic. Reasoning, but wasnt sure cause the beast didnt know what she was saying, two, she was NOT going to just go up to a woman/slave/man eating animal and scold it like an errant child. Fuck. This wasnt very helpeful. Her gaze to to Master Crow and wrinkled her nose::”perhaps shes upset cause i spoiled her dinner/toy last night Master..kept her from mauling the new seeker”
[10:12:22] Gemini (korimarano) knew her honey had indeed been the very thing that had gotten her simply herded by the sleen girl. She really liked her, y’all! Stepping forward, toward the beast, she hummed to her left ear. “Will you let me out, sweet girl?” she asked, not having learned the critter’s name just yet. “I really would like to have blackwine ready for when mine and Franny’s master reaches camp…” She was unsure if the critter could understand her words or not, but the gentle coaxing tone was indeed there, to be sure. Of course, she would blink back to Franny as she told the story of the night prior. “Oh…was my sister mean to you last night, poor girl? Are you hungreeee?” she asked, looking to the raw meats still drying on the rack before looking to master C. “What else does she eat, master?” she wondered, asking master C directly.
[10:14:53] Crow (melchior.wardell) feigned ignorance to their predicament once more “She does not look upset to me.” he replied to Franzia. “In fact she seems very at ease. The issue is that when one wakes it needs some consideration as to how one would persuade another to move.” he added. He noted D. and greeted him. “Seems your girls are the best protected slaves of whole Gor and yet that one ” pointing to Franzia “Is calling it a brute.” When Gem spoke he grinned in clear amusement “She eats life stock .. vulo’s for a small breakfast a tarsk for luch or dinner.” he answers her question. “Do you both wish to see if she will share her meal with you ? If she allows you can groom her and I am sure she will not harm you – If – I might not be around.” he gave D. a look of understanding – or that was Crows hope.
[10:18:10] IRunOnCoffee grumbled at Franzia, she felt like she was being ratted out for some reason. A golden eye peering into the tent with disapproval before she gave a deep rumbling noise. The sleen refused to move for that. However with Gem getting close and whispering to her she hissed. The noise growing louder as she began to raise herself up into a sitting position, just enough for Gem to get past and if the girl took the hint she would lay down instantly after. A grumble and a hiss as she resumed blocking the other one in the tent. These small creatures needed protection, they were horrible hunters and also so fragile.
[10:19:34] Ember He was referring to the two female slaves. The Sleen seemed to be guarding them or to regard them as his evening snack. Who knew what was going on in the head of an animal.
[10:22:01] ஐ·.¸·Franzia·.¸.ஐ (redwinelovah): She -wanted- crossed her arms but didnt. She was not coddling the damn beast nor whispering sweet nothings in its ear with them long teeth the size of her forearm. Gem was just -crazy-. She muttered a few choice words under her breath.:”well i do know she doesnt liked freshly killed bunas…she likes her food..breathing”::she had observed that first hand, and fran wasn’t mean to her…persay. Just kept her safe distance except when being heared here and there. she watched as gem strode on by and went to step forward only to get a big blockage of blackness to darken the doorstep and deny her exit.. her eyes were clouded as she was thinking. That rat fink of a beast::”Ok ok, you can eat the seeker next time, i wont stop you”::she reasoned with the beast:.::to Master Crow and his suggestions” do you mean share as half killed animal still oozing blood and dead eyes…that kinda share? or regurgitating it up like a baby bird kinda share..cauuusee.. id much rather brush her coat if thats the case::/d
[10:22:47] Ember had just come from the walled city and was still thinking about the killer’s words, they had been wise words. Down by the fire, it crackled and burned brightly. “Tal Killers, Tal you sweet beasts.” He was referring to the two girls. The Sleen seemed to be guarding them or to regard them as his evening snack. Who knew what was going on in the head of an animal.
[10:24:07] Black Ost (daricmarano) stepped from the upper levels. After speaking with Ember for a while this morning carrying himself back into camp. A big ass black sleen in front of his tent. No cause for alarm from him. There would be alarm if there was body parts strewn across the camp. So far there was no evisceration thus far this morning, so it was a win-win. A turn of his head, as he set his eyes on Crow. “Tal killer.” Hearing the mention of how the sleen was guarding his tent and there was a flick to the two girls stuck behind the large sleen’s butt. “Just because you do not understand something…” A hand motioned to the animal in front of his tent. “Does not make it a brute or an obstacle in your way. We teach the candidates and seekers to use their brain to work through situations. I am disappointed that you’d go to insults first over using that brain that is in your head, kajira.” Offered to Franzia, he would pitch his attention to the flames as he turned towards it. Making it apparent that he held no ill will towards the
[10:24:07] Black Ost (daricmarano): beast in front of his tent. He saw the movement and would hold out his hand for Gemini when she was freed.
[10:24:45] Gemini (korimarano) smiled up to master C when he began speaking of the things the sleen girl enjoyed eating. Oh, she could help provide those meals, for sure! As long as they were dead prior, cause Gem wasn’t into killing innocent animals or anything! A smile did rise to greet her master though, as he was greeted by master C. “Greetings, my Master!” she called out before spying the new candidate in the near distance. “And a warm greeting to you as well, master E.” she nodded, flashing that sweet smile to him before the sleen raised enough to block her view and hissed at her. But when she realized she was being released, she would offer that gentle smile to the critter. “Thank you, sleen girl…” said as she passed her by and made her way to her master’s side – a flash of smile back to Franny to see if she too had sleen magic that might let her out of the tent while their master was too teaching in that moment.
[10:28:33] Crow (melchior.wardell) noted Gem able to pass and Hecate to instantly keep Franzia inside the tent. A grin appeared. “Hm… the matter of principles.” he mused. As D. spoke he would look at Franzia again “Your owner says it so much prettier than I – doesn’t he ?” he questions. “Hecate will kill it, but it is a ritual to see if she allows you to take a bite. If she does … that is all what is needed. If she doesn’t share – that is important knowledge for future references. So a steady heart is required.” he added. “So … what will it be pretty slave girl ? You keep your principles or work with what works?”
[10:29:00] ஐ·.¸·Franzia·.¸.ஐ (redwinelovah): Got giddy all of a sudden being referred to as sweet, but then , she peeked at the animal and didnt wana be a sweet treat for its mouth. Sour! thats whut she was..all sour and not ment to be chewed on like a teething toy for the animal. buttttt that expired the moment Master greeted her with His wisdom. ::”forgive me Master. And you Master..its not a brute..she’s a very large, strong, beautiful blanket walking..”::She got all twisted in the way He spoke to her . Well fine, she would wait then. Cause if she had her way, shed leap on the back of the animal and hold on for dear life naked making for the hills and probably end up sleen kibble there after::
[10:32:45] IRunOnCoffee growled a soft warning to Franzia before she grew bored of her position. She raised herself up and moved over to Crow, going to shove her nose lightly into him in her way of greeting one of her alphas before hissing at Ember. Only to sit down and look expectantly at the tent, waiting for the slave girl to exit. She grumbled hungrily before settling next to Crow. Laying down once more as her head rested in the air, proud and regal!
[10:34:43] Black Ost (daricmarano) would shift and wrap an arm around Gemini as she came to him. He would bear hug her against his chest and rumble in her ear. Nuzzled in her hair. Coddling her with a flex of his bicep and a smirk as he watched on and listened. Otherwise he just nodded his head to Crow’s words. An ease of reaction, as the sleen moved off and allowed Franzia to move. “The sleen was merciful to you. Thank her.”
[10:35:37] Ember eyed the girls who were talking to the Sleen as if it were a small trained Lart that needed to be fed. “It’s a wild big animal that’s used to hunting its food. It may be tamed and trained to certain movements and signs, but Sleen are not animals for a petting zoo.” When the sleen hissed at him, it was a confirmation of his words.
[10:39:52] ஐ·.¸·Franzia·.¸.ஐ (redwinelovah): But what if she doesnt allow that bite..Wasnt it all about untrust and fear. Fran hand plenty of both of those. She was basically She still had that sourness to her but for a reason. No fear would be ludicruis. And trust was earned. She was a woman without weapons. A woman with a slip of cloth that could easily be torn to shreds by a breeze that pissed the beast off. Was her heart thudding. Yup a million pasang per beat.::”Thank you Hecate for not eating me and allowing me to exit Masters tent.”::she was gonna live up to her word and let her have at the seekers of her own free will. Cause a girls promise was a girls promise. She tilted her head to Master to see if that was within his line of acceptance before shifting to Master Crow for his approval…and then there was Master Ember to whom his wisdom was also shared. So many cooks in this kichen::”But Master C..what happens when she is having her cranky moments, how do you tell when to hide from her, when to whisper in her ear and when to kiss my own ass goodbye?”
[10:42:08] Crow (melchior.wardell) chuckled which was considered rare for a killer. Yet Crow was perhaps one of the few that did so easily. Some would consider it dangerous. Since Crow was known to charm his victims into murder. As Hecate moved and gave that familiar rumble he knew that she needed to be fed. Yet he waited for his girl to wake so she could participate in the feeding. He hoped Hecate would accept her so Haru could help him with small chores. As Ember spoke he would turn to him “Wise words, candidate. I trust you are well tended for ?” he asks curious – of course being told about the after math when Crow had left the scene for a deserved rest. When Fran askes her question he grinned “It is quite similar to my slave … I can hear it in the way she moves, How she breaths sighs and puffs.” it might be considered a joke and yet it was very much the truth.
[10:45:31] Gemini (korimarano) was listening to the lesson being taught. The sleen girl let Franny out and she was tugged against her master’s side. Held there against him with that flexed arm of his. Oh, she liked the way that felt! She would melt against his side with a smile to the scene before her and the sleen laying to comfort before her. Her eyes remained soft on the creature as she remembered that scene before the tavern and how she felt that connection to the creature. Odd, right? Probably not so much, really. In truth, the sleen girl hadn’t given her a reason to distrust her, and for that, she was indeed grateful. Master E spoke and she would take his words into her mind. And yet, she still wished to help groom the beast before her. Franny’s question of the crany moment had her looking over the critter’s snout. “Stay back? As master C said…read her. The way her muscles twitch and the sounds she makes…her hisses and growls are her language, right my Master?” she asked, craning her neck to look at D then.
[10:47:39] Black Ost (daricmarano) was in a different mood this morning than usual. He breathed in the girl’s scent, but he was relaxed and comfortable despite the massive beast lumbering around camp. Snarling and hissing, but he was respectful of the animal. Calling it a brute or a sack of shit, wasn’t going to get you anywhere. He was a lot like Crow. He thought you got so much further with kindness than you did being a bully. He saw the act of guarding the tent from the sleen as a good thing. Had there been an enemy out here in the tent, they’d be singing the sleen’s praises for keeping the girls safe. He seemed pacified by Franzia’s answer, enough that he refocused on Gemini as she spoke and he smirked. “Aye, that it is. I hiss and growl too, me and this beast are probably not all that different. I don’t like sharing my food either!” He too laughed, baring his teeth back at the sleen in front of him.
[10:50:23] ஐ·.¸·Franzia·.¸.ஐ (redwinelovah): ::She liked his answer..it made sense. So treat her like a woman with really big teeth. Got it. She could live with that logic. now she just to figure out when the animal menstruated cause she wanted to be on vacation for those days. She eyed the beast as to get to Master, she would have to get nearer to it. Gawh, wtf, out of that frying pan into the oil she went..slowly stalking in motion and careful steps. Perhaps stepping a branch would give the beast reason to growl. She certainly didnt like the growling and hissing, but perhaps she needed to learn sleen language.. Too bad there wasnt a baby sleen to practice on! She didnt outright hate the beast either, perhaps brute was a term of endearment in sleen language! hehe. she stepped again, one more step. slow as the stride. Another and another..then she paused, being close enough to Master that she was within that bubble space, but quiet and serene in attempting to bestill taht beating heart::
[10:51:55] IRunOnCoffee flicked her massive tail, nearly hitting ember with its length as she bared her fangs back to Ost, hissing at him with a growl before she raised herself up once more. Going to move closer to crow and curl about him as he was the leader of the pack without Marcus around. Leaving her to grumble and chuff irritatedly, her eyes flicking back to Ember as though she sensed his distrust of her. Which was wise. She may be well trained but even that had its limits. And she warned everyone that dared touch her that she didn’t allow. She had many warning signs but in the cold hard truth of it, she was a killing machine.
[10:54:36] Ember “Yes, Killer, I’m well looked after. My new friend gave me some bandages for the soles of my feet today, which he soaked in a liquid, and I had enough food too.” He watched the scene. Whether sleen, beetles, cailla, tarn, snakes, fish or other animals, he only separated them into edible, dangerous, harmless and poisonous.
[10:56:49] Crow (melchior.wardell) would chuckle hearing D. of not wanting to share his food. Crow did not mind to share his. But than again he had been raised in wealth and his craft had made him wealthy too. There was a lot money could buy even though he earned much of it with blood. Sure the normal merchant might have difficulty to take his coin and yet those with greed did not ask question s nor did they dismissed the coin when offered. He turns to Ember as he spoke of food. “Ah … yes … Food.” he recalls. “Just so you both know. You don’t earn your keep here. So do not waste any food or liquor. The food is fresh and well stocked but not to be spilled.” the words were casual mentioned.
Here is the full transcript of the event at the En’Kara Fair – Questions you wished to ask an Assassin but never dared to ask. Much thanks for Red to compile the notes.
[10:00] Obsidian (thom.podlum) shouts: ‘Ladies, Gents, and beasts. It is our great pleasure to see so many living, breathing, clients, ummm, I mean people here today. This is your chance to ask what you wish of the men in black. As a reminder, we will consider all here today as OOC. And with that, i will ask my fellow men in black to briefly introduce themselves, starting with the Killer to my far left.’ Obs looked to Byron, then stepped back.
[10:02] Byron Greenwood: Welcome, all, this our question and answer session for En’Karfa 2024. I am Scar, of the Black Lodge, Master Assassin, trained at the original Black Caste Tented Compound by Solomon Voss. My partner during training was Severus Koskinen. Those assisting Solomon were Sarus Lohner, Vincent Cassady, Nizmo Raymaker and Cancifer Ogg. I am likely to be the oldest caste member here present.
[10:03] Conrad (achlysnightfire): Greetings. I am Conrad, the only blonde assassin of Gor it seems chuckles I trained with Colton-Dru quite some time ago (2013) and am a caste master assassin now. At the moment I have a court in Forest Port, the new one of course, where the caste is outlawed so I move in the shadows and plot to gain control of the Port thanks to an amazing group of role players. Waves to the ladies from the Port who are there
[10:04] Chronepsis: My name is Chronepsis, I passed my stand in 2012, and my trainer was Storm (Cheveyo Stormcrow). I am not in any particular city, and you’ll mostly probably see me wandering.
[10:04] αяѕυѕ (daimos.baarer): Greetings, I am Arsus, my camp is located in Kassau, the door to the north, been a member of the caste for a long time. I’m jokingly called the silent killer because I often just listen and say little. I’m ancient in SL as well as in RL 🙂
[10:05] Myrddin (drizantlar.veriander): To a few here I am simply known as “M”, to many more due to a certain slave -eyes feather-. I have become known as the natorious not-a-baker. Googles of goeeans have fallen at my feet for one way or another. I live a simple life of gold and steel. I am the Master Assassin of Genesian Port, a Lieutenant in the Gorean Black Caste (GBC) ran by the ‘old’ man to my right, who is very old. Did I mention he’s old?
[10:05] Skuld Forkbeard (charly.snowfield) she listen to the killers story and takes not for blackmail later on, the caste her eyes on M and smirks.
[10:05] Obsidian (thom.podlum) stepped forward once again. ‘Greetings again. Most simply call me Obs. Born of Heimdal, my home now is in Boswell Pass as the Master Assassin of the GBC. Trained under the great Colton Dark. And I, well, have the reputation for being the most …. romantic Killer. At least that is what i was voted a few years ago at this very fair. But I shall say, that is a complete lie.’
[10:05] Crow (melchior.wardell) would look about himself. There was a certain degree of authority about him. One that had come over the many years in his caste. “My name is Crow. I am currently the Court Master within Port Kar. But you might have seen me in Ar and the Lost City. ” he knew that some already might question as to why but he would let that linger “I was trained by Solomon Voss, Serpent, Scar, Judas and many others. The training was cruel and hard, but it made me earn the black livery. Even though some say I am more pretty in purple.” he grinned and glanced towards Arsus “I started with a high habitability talent, but over the years I lost that talent but have kept my ability to use some humor – even if it is dark or hard to understand.”
[10:06] Black Ost (daricmarano) would turn and move his eyes over a few familiar faces from his training all those vars ago, though he nodded to each as introductions were made. “Greetings. I am known as Daric, I trained with Cancifer Ogg at the Black Caste Tented Compound. I am presently serving the Court in Port Kar under the Master Assassin Crow beside me and I swear we did not plan matching outfits.” He motioned to Crow with a chuckle, as he shook his head.
[10:06] Forneus (mrwhisker): Greetings. I am Forneus, I passed my stand in January of last year, my Mentor was Xaphan, many of the Killers here assisted in my training. I tend to wander the cities of Gor looking for contracts and potential contacts for the caste.
[10:07] Obsidian (thom.podlum): ‘And now, Ladies, Gents, and beasts as well …. your questions. We will do our best to address as many as possible.’ (And a reminder, we are RPing but OOC.)
[10:07] Obsidian (thom.podlum): ‘Who dares go first?’
[10:07] Collin Daines: raises hand
[10:07] Aisha (aishacampbell18): o/
[10:07] Obsidian (thom.podlum) nods to Collin.
[10:08] Conrad (achlysnightfire): then Aisha
almost killed me long ago… nothing like nearly dying to give some respect QUESTION:
[10:08] Aisha (aishacampbell18): “Can an assassin one day become an initiate?”
[10:08] Collin Daines: pfft
[10:09] Collin Daines: Can the caste be hired not just to kill.. but to kidnap people? and if not why not
[10:10] Obsidian (thom.podlum): ‘Excellent. We shall address the Ubar’s question, then the ladies.’ Obs turned to the men and looked toward M.
[10:11] Ira-Tira (justalowlykajira): Raises her hand… and waits her turn.
[10:11] Myrddin (drizantlar.veriander) nods his chin slight “There is no cardinal rule against an assassin kidnapping someone, as a matter of fact its even spoken about in the later books of an assassin doing such… personally for me, it would depend on the reason and to whom and why,… ” he said “if I was asked to go kidnap some random slave, I would point to the slaver’s house… However if it was to say Meek for example, and there was a good reason yeah I’d prob capture and turn her over. Might lead to more work.”
[10:12] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel) listened and then eyeballed Conrad but waved back to him*
[10:13] Crow (melchior.wardell) added “since we are people too with preferences and so it is possible that the player you are addressing will not use himself for a certain contract due to his own considerations or story.
[10:13] Byron Greenwood: Ubar, the expression ‘take a life or defend a life’ applies. That is, we may be hired to guard a life as well as take a life. There is good evidence in the books to suggest this, as mentioned. Each Killer considers each contract alone.
[10:14] Obsidian (thom.podlum) looked back to Collin and nodded. ‘And now the second question from the lady.’ Obs looked to Forneus.
[10:14] Forneus looks to Aisha and says calmly, in a level tone. “We would not take that caste for a few reasons. The first is this, once you have won the black, the only way out is through a grave. Second, We are the most hated and feared of castes on gor, A Killer becoming an Initiate in truth would be rather akin to an Assassin appointing himself Ubar. In essence it would overturn the very purpose of our caste, which is to shore up the fabric of the society of Gor.”
[10:15] Myrddin (drizantlar.veriander): Pay me enough and I’ll shave my head bald…
[10:15] Obsidian (thom.podlum) kicks Myr
[10:16] Myrddin (drizantlar.veriander): Oww
[10:17] Ira-Tira (justalowlykajira): Thank you for the overview OOC and what a friendly bunch you all eem – grin- . “Garnering there is a lot of work and dedication to the life you lead as per your descriptions of your time in caste and training. My question relates to jobs you will or wont do?
Do you only kill for coin ? Or…. since the other Master asked the question she added to it instead…
Under protection of a life then, would you have a wide defintion of this? I can think of some examples if needed, but would like to hear first?
[10:17] Denise (deniseflor): I raise my gloved hand waiting to be called.
[10:18] Conrad (achlysnightfire): We kill for coins and when we protect someone we do it for coins, so in thend, if we kill to protect someone, it is always for coins …. actually gold!!!
[10:18] Ira-Tira (justalowlykajira): What about not killing – a fake death?
[10:18] Obsidian (thom.podlum) looked also to Thadd. ‘Would you voice your question good sir?’
[10:19] Thaddeus Himura Dexing (dlmiksch): Byron brought up a good point yesterday. It was concerning entry into a city, port, village etc. of a marked killer and how it should be handled. Please, explain the books view on this as well as the caste’s view itself marked vs. unmarked
[10:19] Obsidian (thom.podlum) turns to Conrad to address the follow up that the lady posed.
[10:21] Kelsier (galem.starship) entered chat range (3.52 m).
[10:22] Byron Greenwood: That tradition has held for the longest time. A garrison should always let a Killer through a gate into a city if he marked, and he will bring in what he desires without comment – i.e. weapons, so forth.. If not, he is to be treated as any citizen of Gor should be treated, save that he is a man of caste. Low caste, yes. But caste all the same.
[10:23] Conrad (achlysnightfire): And it is in the books, we are not making it up
[10:23] Alma Coeur turned a sideways glance to Mira and snorts. “They’re just men that kill for a living.”
[10:23] Ira-Tira (justalowlykajira): Thank you for the query the reason of my question, it related to my comment on your caste dedication. Would it be an insult to fake a death, or , if a prior answer about protection of life for coin woudl be justifiable enough to fake a death. How wide is the definition of ” protection of life ” So yes you could for a lure, but i was more trying to see if the Black caste had a heart ( laughing) …. would they perhaps … have means ot achieve an objective of protection ( for gold) without killing someone, but faking someones death. instead. [10:23] Ira-Tira (justalowlykajira): ( for gold)
[10:24] Ella De Wren Bade (elladewren) listens waiting her turn.
[10:24] Mira (miraea) grins, “Yeah… exactly…”
[10:24] Byron Greenwood: I should add, it was good to see the Caste of Warriors afirm they will hold to this tradition.
[10:24] Thaddeus Himura Dexing (dlmiksch): Thank you killers.
[10:24] Obsidian (thom.podlum) looked to Ella and also to Toi. ‘Please pose your questions.’
[10:24] Ella De Wren Bade (elladewren): My question is a two part one. You have stated that there are cases where one of your caste may take a contract of protection. Would you take one knowing that the most likely one you would be protecting against would be another of your caste. Essentially, making it so you took a contract on another killer who had a contract to take out the one you had a contract to protect. counts on her fingers to make sure she had the right number of contracts listed and nods And Would that mean you need another contract for the kill to kill the killer contracted to kill your protectee or do they get two jobs for the price of one?
[10:24] Nia Luna (nialuna): I heard that the black caste is highly honored everywhere and it is an honor if such an assassin appears in the city [10:24] Conrad (achlysnightfire): chuckles “our heart has been buried the day we killed our friend and partner in training”
[10:25] Chronepsis: On a side OOC note though, there were several rules that caused headaches. There were some cities back in the day that required you to put “Marked” on your meter, and ostensibly this allowed you to wander around the city so you can do your job. It had the opposite effect, in that when you walked in the city every warrior in there was keeping track of you. So, need to be careful and sometimes about those rules on an OOC level.
[10:25] Ella De Wren Bade (elladewren) smiles and dips her head hearing all she needed in answer
[10:26] Iɾιʂԋღ™ (irish.breen) ughs as she totally agree’s about the ‘ omg they have a mark omg its a panther, map map who’s gonna map.
[10:26] Byron Greenwood: At the gate, I would suggest the warrior there should do what he must to confirm if a Killer is marked or not. Then the matter proceeds from there.
[10:27] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): This is a hypothetical questions of course for one or all to answer.
How would the caste or any Killer take being tricked and then captured by lets says a women or by anyone really. Then held for a few days before let go. Now they are not hurt or tutored or anything. They did it just to see if they could and have a nice chat with them?
I know this seems strange but i am curious how it would be taken and possible handled if it ever happened
[10:28] Nia Luna (nialuna): I wish the black caste to have more of you and live as long as possible…smiles
[10:29] Nia Luna (nialuna): you are all great and honorable caste
[10:29] Allerd it>en: Nia they always live are the others who die ….
[10:30] Black Ost (daricmarano) shook his head a bit. He would glance to Toi. “Tricked and captured. We live by the sword, we expect to die by it. It likely depends on the killer, but personally I’d rather die by the sword in those situations so I am afraid it would be a rather…boring conversation with me.”
[10:30] Nia Luna (nialuna): yes i know Alerd …but it is only my wishes for them
[10:31] Conrad (achlysnightfire): Toi, reaction to your scenario may vary depending on the killer
[10:31] Nia Luna (nialuna): yes….it is honorable die at sword..we panthers agree with this
[10:31] Denise (deniseflor): Has any woman ever killed a man of this caste? Or did she cheat? Would she be convicted if she killed such a man by murder? Even though he is a assassin?Do they disguise themselves by pretending to be another caste? If the caste is forbidden, is their enemy the red caste?
[10:31] Byron Greenwood: I can assure, no matter what petty mission you bring our way, we have endured far worse. All of us. Best to treat us with extreme caution. We are not well known for our humour, nor are we forgiving.
[10:32] Iɾιʂԋღ™ (irish.breen) nods nods to Nia Death before a Collar.
[10:33] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): That would make sense I was just curious and if you found out one of your caste members had that happen.. how would treat them or would that different to each killer as well?
[10:33] Mira (miraea) reaches up and rubs her chin, “Kidnapping a black caste for a few days…” she nudges Alma, “Sounds like a fun weekend don’t you think?”
[10:33] Nia Luna (nialuna): yes death is better how collar
[10:34] Taslin (sadiqueviiix): was listening, learning none the less
[10:34] Forneus raised a finger. “Ella, To ensure I’ve got your question correct I’ll take it in order. Point one: In the case of taking a contract where I know another Killer has already accepted a contract against your life. Personally, I probably wouldn’t. There is nothing in the books or rules preventing me from taking that contract but I personally, knowing how hard the training is to get through, would prefer not to reset a Killer’s story like that. Even if I was to take that contract, it would be a truly ruinous sum I would claim as my price for the simple reason that I know I must bring coin into the caste to retrain that Killer’s replacement, or my own. Depending on which of us succeeded. Now, of course this changes if I accept the contract first, and then a Killer is contracted against your life, that changes the question, and we would each do our best in pursuit of our contracts. There is nothing saying the Killer must strike while I am protecting my client. If he can find a time when my client sends me away. Well, that avoids the issue of one of us killing the other. One of the core rules of the caste is that we do not take coin against another Killer. For the second part of your question. I would reference my last statement regarding a contract against the caste. I would also add that if I see another way to protect my client than the sword, I will always explore that alternative first. For example, ordering you to flee or be quiet while I defuse the situation. There is more to protecting a client than simply downing someone that is verbally aggressive towards her.
[10:34] Alma Coeur just shook her head at Mira’s comment. “You never want to get on their bad side… or good side for that matter.”
[10:34] Iɾιʂԋღ™ (irish.breen): good answers!
[10:34] Crow (melchior.wardell): A woman that has killed an assassin ? I am sure if she has been able the killer got what he deserved. Since if his skill did not stop her – he is not worthy of the livery.
[10:35] Ella De Wren Bade (elladewren): @
[10:36] Nia Luna (nialuna): it is honor for us here talk with all black
[10:36] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): i know i am a weird Physician but thank you for answering my question
[10:36] Obsidian (thom.podlum) chuckles quietly at Alma’s comment. Then notes Ella’s hand.
[10:36] Thaddeus Himura Dexing (dlmiksch): I have been witness to a slave beating a killer with a broom to incapacitate him after a kill. But, very uncommon I am sure.
[10:37] Crow (melchior.wardell): I am one not to underestimate a slave or a woman – We had once a broom of Laura she was lethal with a broom.
[10:37] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): laughs
[10:38] Rapture (rapture.enchantment) listens on.
[10:38] Nia Luna (nialuna): you are all black fought with panthers too a lot ?
[10:38] Byron Greenwood: Thaddeus, I have seen a slave of mine beat a Killer with a broom. In fact, that slave was the one from Laura, and was owned by me. I think that should say it all.
[10:38] Lynaia (atheria.evergarden): Brooms can be scary in the right hand.
[10:39] Ashley (cuddlypuppy21): be wary of pans too
[10:39] Conrad (achlysnightfire): It also depends on the story, how she manages to do that and why …. it is not something you can judge once and for all, Toi
[10:39] Thaddeus Himura Dexing (dlmiksch): shakes head and looks at Velvet “Brooms and pans look out!”
[10:39] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): yes i know but i was curious is all.. looks innocent*
[10:39] turnipsauce snickers
[10:39] Myrddin (drizantlar.veriander): Denise, to answer your question Yes we do disguise ourselves as other castes. If the caste is forbidden, we probably won’t be wandering around such a place as to are the warriors our enemy, I believe our caste is respected as to the law, and we are allowed to tend our caste duties until up to the kill then all bets are off. However, its well known the warriors don’t like us much. In Genesian Port its well known the Daines are a warrior caste family and for some odd reason they don’t seem to like me much, I wonder why…
[10:39] Crow (melchior.wardell): I agree – in all of this I think we killers are really trying to keep stories going – even though we end some too.
[10:40] Mira (miraea): Or a pencil. An effing pencil.
[10:40] Nia Luna (nialuna): What about the numbers in the black caste? Is it just you or are there more of you?
[10:40] Feather (alarica.lutrova) rolls her eyes at not-a-baker and chuckles
[10:41] Crow (melchior.wardell): Being in disguise is of course always a risk – since – when we are found out and trailed we could face a pike
[10:41] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): yes well i am sure poking at a BC even inf disguise is not a good idea.. either
[10:41] Black Ost (daricmarano) turned to Denise on her barrage of questions. He would wait for the first couple of questions to be answered before he would step forward to speak. “Do they disguise themselves by pretending to be another caste? Yes, often. Though again I cannot speak for all killers on this, but from personal experience I do indeed fill the role to position myself closer to a target. Gaining knowledge of the particular caste I am impersonating to further my alias, though to my own personal risk..should I be found out, which is probably why we take issue with those of the scarlet, though they are just doing their caste as we are.”
[10:41] Conrad (achlysnightfire): grins “no, it is not Toi”
[10:42] Obsidian (thom.podlum) shook his head at Toi
[10:42] Kelsier (galem.starship) looks up at Denise. “In answer to your question, ‘if the caste is forbidden, is their enemy the red caste’, the answer is variable. Save for a brief period of time after the events of Book 1, the Caste itself is not forbidden as of today. In case it was again, warriors would treat us as any other outlaw: not necessarily an enemy, but someone you drive away of your city. As of today, there is a rivalry between Warriors and Assassins, and being Warriors those tasked with defending a city and its citizens they often end up fighting against us. But outside of circumstances there is nothing setting the two Castes as sworn enemies, so in absence of antagonizing circumstances (which do happen often, of course) no, they are not enemy. Rivals, perhaps, and surely not fond of each other. But not actively trying to destroy each other.”
[10:42] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): shrugs* im a mean cranky Torvie women what can i say
[10:43] Ella De Wren Bade (elladewren): ”In follow up to Forneus’s answer. You stated that you would see if there was another way to protect your client. What happens if the person who contracts you for a kill is killed and you know for sure such is true. Do you continue with the contract or is it dropped? If so, would it not become a race at time between two killers to see who gets the target first?”
[10:43] Anya Sanglan (ayannacaro): raises hand
[10:43] Ira-Tira (justalowlykajira): @
[10:43] Chronepsis: A rivalry would be fun though. Like the assassins vs. templars in assassin’s creed. Long ongoing story of that sort.
[10:44] Obsidian (thom.podlum): Notes hands from Ira and Nia
[10:44] Judy Daines (judy.wunderland): grins
[10:44] Forneus looks to Ella and says calmly. “This is a simple answer. Once the contract is accepted, our life is on the line. We complete the contract or perish. There is no limit to the timeframe in which the contract is completed. But it MUST be completed.”
[10:45] Ella De Wren Bade (elladewren) nods and smiles then blinks seeing Aug, ”Thank you for your answer, not that I was asking in regards to my companion you understand.”
[10:45] Nia Luna (nialuna) shouts: nia up her hand
[10:45] Obsidian (thom.podlum) looks to Ira and Nia. ‘Questions?’
[10:46] Nia Luna (nialuna): yes i have than k you
[10:46] Crow (melchior.wardell): Ella – we need to complete – regardless what happens to our client
[10:46] Obsidian (thom.podlum): Looking still to Ira and Nia. ‘Please pose your questions.’
[10:46] Nia Luna (nialuna): Nia @
[10:46] Ira-Tira (justalowlykajira): Raises hand again… ….. great questions and answers so far! Since this is OOC and we IC dont want to ruin the character of a Killer and rightfully so… I ask PLAYFULLY question for all Killers who might wish to answer?
Q………What has been your most embarrassing moment playing your character and why lol did you ever have an ” awhhh shit” moment lol ?
[10:47] Nia Luna (nialuna): Are you the only one in the black caste, or are there more of you, or is your tradition disappearing?
[10:47] Crow (melchior.wardell): @ Ira-Tira – During training – attaching a cock with two heads when I was tortured. None were typing so I was wondering if I crashed – they were all laughing – and I was dying from embaressement.
[10:48] Anya Sanglan (ayannacaro): @
[10:48] Nia Luna (nialuna): a mean so you all only here or more
[10:48] Ira-Tira (justalowlykajira): Laughing at the example @ crow, two heads are alwayas better then one!
[10:48] Crow (melchior.wardell) was unaware of that functionality
[10:48] Chronepsis looks over at Crow and softly mouths the words, “What in the name of holy Hades…”
[10:49] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) peeks under her master’s tunic. “When do I get to see that one?” grins
[10:49] Ira-Tira (justalowlykajira): you might not have hearts but your all funny ! lol
[10:49] Lana (tatii.steampunk): kkkkkkkkk
[10:49] Crow (melchior.wardell) looks at Chronepsis “My capture task was quite easy when word went around.”
[10:49] Obsidian (thom.podlum) looks to Conrad. ‘There were certainly a few moments i recall with you in training, and a certain dead kur.’
[10:49] Ira-Tira (justalowlykajira): hearts*
[10:49] Obsidian (thom.podlum): ‘You can share it if you wish, Killer.’ He nodded to Conrad.
[10:49] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): now this i have to hear Obs
[10:49] Augustus Bade quietly strides up to join with Ella and Anya as the listen to th event.
[10:50] Nia Luna (nialuna): i give you my question
[10:50] Conrad (achlysnightfire): “disgustng, searching a Kur bowels .. you have no idea what they eat”
[10:50] Myrddin (drizantlar.veriander) coughs “Ok well this happened while I was in training actually disguised as a baker for Meek’s bakery who was at the time Collin’s companion and Ubara of Genesian Port. In a stroke of sheer genius least I thought so, I said that I had decided to state that I put teslik into the cookies as a secret ingredient… which ran to a outbreak of free woman fearing they were pregnant.. which lead to me being arrested and I having to go back to my mentor -looks at obsidian- to bail me out of trouble, and pay my three gold fine… ” he sighs “which lead to my notorious title not-a-baker. It taught me a great lesson, think before you open your mouth trying to be funny.”
[10:51] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): laughs
[10:51] Obsidian (thom.podlum) chuckled out loud this time. ‘Let’s just say, I was glad the dead beast had been buried in the snow for days before the rather disgusting trial as a lad.’
[10:51] Conrad (achlysnightfire): I was disguised as a slaver and was suspected of being there to kidnap free women so I ended up in prison for that
[10:51] Ira-Tira (justalowlykajira): claps , great stories!
[10:51] Lynaia (atheria.evergarden): Annnnnddd that is why no one eats anything from you now.
[10:52] Byron Greenwood: Nia, we are but the KIllers that elected to show up to the fair today for this session. There are others. Some come, some go. Some die, some live on. Some even are thought to have died and yet come back. We are as strong as we have ever been, I feel. Stronger, perhaps, for, over the years, the quality has much improved. Such is my opinion, based on observation, at least.
[10:53] Nia Luna (nialuna): thank you Assassin for you answer and i wish you all a lot health
[10:54] Nia Luna (nialuna): and be with us long timer
[10:54] Conrad (achlysnightfire): waves to Nia
[10:54] Myrddin (drizantlar.veriander): To add to Byron’s comments, if any wish to make a travel to Boswell Pass.. there are many memorials for killers who are no longer with us (passed away in real life). Anyone is welcome to travel to the pass and have a look at these memorials. There is also a collect of all of the flags of various killers over the time. This is a brotherhood and we killers respect each other and stand unified in this caste… and this is a showing of such a unification.
[10:54] Liam Whitesong entered the region (169.62 m).
[10:54] Obsidian (thom.podlum) looked to Anya and gerstured to her. ‘You have been ,ost patient Lady. Let us hear your question.’
[10:54] Allerd it>en: Luckily we live in the forest and we will never meet a black caste
[10:54] Crow (melchior.wardell): I agree – as a caste we came a long way !
[10:55] Anya smiles sweetly, “You all seem to be fond of disguises so would a caste member don a disguise to take a vacation from killing. Lead a ‘normal’ life for a while? If so is this against the rules? Would there be repercussions from such a decision?”
[10:55] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel) hears about the pass and clears my throat but nods*
[10:56] Obsidian (thom.podlum) chuckled at the question. ‘Without a doubt, there are times when we need a break. Like any overworked man. I can share that I have been known to have quiet spells. Spells when no one sees me for some time. Or at least, they are unaware of my presence.’
[10:57] Anya smirks, “Good to know but not know cause memory wipe.” nods nods
[10:58] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): leans to Skuld* do they even liked tobe tied up?
[10:58] Byron Greenwood: Anya, I can say that, personally, the only time I took a disguise when in training, leaning how to do such a thing. But, any Killer even when disguised, is still a Killer, in the caste’s eyes, since the only way out is by the sword.
[10:58] Forneus nods to Obsidian’s point and adds on. “I would also point out that if the player is sick of playing the Killer, there’s nothing preventing us from hoping unto an alt and playing out as a normal character in gor. I for example have a few alts that I swap over to when I’m a little overloaded from all the work that goes into playing the Killer. But, when I’m on the Killer, I’m here to provide a certain level and flavor of roleplay. So I wouldn’t personally go live a ‘normal life’ in disguise. There are always hints and clues in my rp of the character’s nature.
[10:58] Chronepsis: One thing to note, I think that “vacation from killing” is not the best way to put it. We’re independent contractors, it’s entirely up to our discretion what contracts we accept or don’t, so if we need a “vacation” we simply just don’t accept contracts until we’re in the mood for it again.
[10:59] Skuld Forkbeard (charly.snowfield) shake her head ” i am 100% sure they do like to be tied up” she chuckles
[10:59] Saffiyah (reaganjordan): bites her inner cheek pondering how to take a contract out on an ex, eying Thad a moment and sighs turning back to listen
[10:59] Obsidian (thom.podlum) nods to Chronopsis. ‘Well said, Killer.’
[10:59] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel) nods and makes a not ein her book*
[10:59] Conrad (achlysnightfire): I am playing under cover these days because the caste is outlawed in the Port, not because I am on vacation but I am still a killer and like Obs I give often hints to my true caste
[10:59] Anya nods, “Thank you.”
[11:00] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): he dose and it is awesome rp..
[11:00] αяѕυѕ (daimos.baarer): I would add here, if I need a vacation from killing, I just would not take a contract, but this is depends to the killer itself. Others my play in disguise, others would play on an alt, i would say.
[11:00] Anya adds, “Be careful giving hints around Anya.” laughs
[11:00] Crow (melchior.wardell): On the matter of disguise – we know we ask a lot from other players too. We ask them not to recognize us based on the meter or profile.
[11:00] Myrddin (drizantlar.veriander): I almost got the caste outlawed in genesian port.. I guess they didn’t appreciate me trying to recruit new born babies to the black caste.. specially of a particular warrior family…
[11:01] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): shakes head at M
[11:01] Obsidian (thom.podlum): Kicks M once again!
[11:01] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): Obs i ca give you something to knock him out if you wish
[11:02] Skuld Forkbeard (charly.snowfield): :” I will like to thank each of you for doing that for us today, that was very interesting and it was fun to know you ooc’ly like that”
[11:02] Obsidian (thom.podlum) laughs and said, ‘See me after, please. Lady.’
[11:02] Chronepsis glares at Myrddin, “Go back to Krypton.”
[11:02] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): it was so i thank you as well.. inlcines my head in respect to all of you*
[11:03] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): I will Obs
[11:03] Mira (miraea) raises her hand.
[11:03] Obsidian (thom.podlum) nods to Mira
[11:04] Mira (miraea): I see a lot of diverse fashion on stage, all a certain ahem common theme, but very different in terms of outfits, weapon choices, etc. What kind of thought goes into putting your outfit together and getting that particular look? I’m sure it’s different for each of you.
[11:05] Forneus raises a finger and says. “To tack unto the disguise point belatedly, I’d like to add, we are all typists, we are all human, and we all make mistakes. Sometimes we try something new while in disguise and then people take it the wrong way oocly. If that happens, just remeber we where trying to make things interesting, and one set of actions doesn’t necessarily define that particular typist, or the caste as a whole.”
[11:05] Myrddin (drizantlar.veriander) shrugs “its whatever my two slaves have cleaned and what I pulled out of the closet that morning.” he chuckles
[11:06] Conrad (achlysnightfire): To answer Mirae, personally I try to be as close as possible to the attire described in the books although there is not really much on the market
[11:07] Obsidian (thom.podlum) added on. ‘As for me, I like to consider the land of my birth and also the fact that I ride a tarn. So I need to protect my … inner thighs and other important goods. So, Obs will be in trousers much of the time.’
[11:07] Thaddeus Himura Dexing (dlmiksch): Very well said Forneus. That same mindset can apply across all of SL Gor and rp sims in general. The IC character does not necessarily represent the typist in RL.
[11:08] Obsidian (thom.podlum): Looked to Daffodil, recalling a certain tarn incident.
[11:08] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): no they do not…we need to remember to speperate ic and ooc
[11:08] Black Ost (daricmarano) grinned. “I have always said, I will wear black unless they created a darker shade…though black also is easier to hide clipping in fabrics…in the books the kilt was traditional, but again pants because…sitting in a kilt is asking for a flashing of the bits..”
[11:08] Crow (melchior.wardell) has some influences in my way of drssing – there is a lot of story to all the things I wear – find out in RP 😉
[11:08] Kelsier (galem.starship) shrugs at Mira’s question. “Well, I think most of us try first and foremost to stay close to the general spirit of the book. That is using weapons described as used by assassins -notably crossbows, mostly shortswords, shields and spears- and for the attire, we try an balance personal style with what market has to offer. Personally I often like to take inspiration from characters when I design mines and add a personal touch, but at the end of the day we’re not different than anyone else in this regard: we wear what we like and fits our role enough to be used, some more, some less.”
[11:09] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): grumbles* some men apparently think it is amusing to flash the free women
[11:09] Forneus says with a thin smile. “I’d like to add that I wear specific aspects of my avatar as a salute to my trainers. The necklace is akin to the sigil of my mentor. The ring on my hand was given to me when I passed the stand, the spear on my back was a gift from my mentor. The sword was forged during my training with my own hands. The habiliments are in line with the standards of the livery for the caste, and changes over time as I find new clothes I prefer more, but the ring, the necklace and the spear rarely change due to their symbolism to me.”
[11:10] Bethany Blakewell: You’ve looked amazing every time I see you, Kelsior… Impressive.
[11:10] Kelsier (galem.starship) “Ah well and of course it also comes down to the kind of character one is playing, how one envisions his habits or even fighting style. And of course the location. Personally I would not go in the Tahari dressed as I would be if I went in the North, for instance.”
[11:11] Conrad (achlysnightfire): of course, I agree with Kelsier, I also adaptto the region of Gor I am going to
[11:11] Obsidian (thom.podlum): ‘Agree, Killer. Much of the detail in my wardrobe holds deep meaning. The ring, in particular. It signifies much and is given to those who have earned it. And earning it is an accomplishment.’
[11:11] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): that reminds me.. i thought the caste stayed out of the north
[11:11] Myrddin (drizantlar.veriander) touches the ring on his finger and nods
[11:12] Kelsier (galem.starship): And thanks Bethany!
[11:12] Black Ost (daricmarano) nodded his head, moving his own ring upon his hand at the conversation.
[11:12] Conrad (achlysnightfire): the caste is typically in Central Gor but they can move to other regions for … work coughs
[11:12] Byron Greenwood: Basically, what the caste as a whole, as set down in the books, might wear and employ is pretty clear, we aren’t cookie-cutter Killers. Most of the Killers mentioned in the books are exceptions to the rules those books describe. So, in a way, so are we that stand here now. [11:12] Obsidian (thom.podlum): ‘We generally operate in the South. Some will not venture North as our work is not respected by most there. however, some of us were born there and will take an occasional assignment there.’ [11:12] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): nods andmakes more noters to bug Conrad about IC later*
[11:12] Ayla (alexxa.despres) says, ” Good q , Toi. I was under the impressions that Northerners don’t welcome BC at all, as they think of them as dishonorable?
[11:13] Crow (melchior.wardell): I am proud to stand here with killers that have invested their time to learn a true craft – roleplaying a killer. I wish more castes would give that character development a try.
In the past there was a lot of grief, but I know that at these times many sims ask us to come and play due to the level of story and roleplay we can bring. It makes me humble but also very aware that we as a caste need to keep tabs on how to play our role so we can keep this reputation of this level.
We know that most know us as an end of a story – but know that there are a lot of opportunities that do not involve murder. And even when it does – that generates a hell of a lot of story too. So do not shy away. Feel free to hit me up with questions or suggestions.
[11:14] Kelsier (galem.starship) “Sometimes a work brings you north even if that wasn’t accounted for in the beginning. Contracts can be surprising, at times.”
[11:15] Black Ost (daricmarano) would grin. “Well said Crow, I agree we are all storytellers. Our caste may come with a finality, but well worth it for the sake of story.”
[11:16] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): epic storyies
[11:16] Byron Greenwood: Aye, a mark fleeing to the North is not safe, for that mark WILL be pursued. Too, a Northman that was forced to flee the North, of left by choice, could take up the black. That’s happened before.
[11:17] Conrad (achlysnightfire): I want to thank you all and I would like to add something about my view of my job. Personally I am tired of drama caused by kills so I am ready to role play an attempt to kill or use dice, I am not interested in adding kills to my career but rather in role playing,
[11:17] Rᴇᴅ Rʏᴜ (red.bloodrose) brightens perceptibly as Scar talks of contracts in the North, a swift smile crossing her lips as she eyes him meditatively..
[11:17] Kelsier (galem.starship) nods to Crow’s words. “That is true, and something is often overlooked. Our Caste is not tied to just killing, there is a lot, and I man A LOT, of things we can do and we can get hired for. We’re a Caste that is very much tied to what others ask of us, but we can enhance rp in many ways and not just be there to cut someone’s throat.”
[11:19] Nono: Is there an event in this tent? . [11:19] Bethany Blakewell: Sadly I think it’s coming to an end, Nono. OOC Q&A w/ Black Caste
[11:19] Nono (nono2613amidala.citron): oh 😦
[11:20] Obsidian (thom.podlum): Turns to the Killers. ‘Any other remarks before I close it out?’
[11:20] Forneus (mrwhisker): I would like say. We are grateful you took the time to come visit and ask your questions, please feel free to roleplay with us in the future. The training is a really intense experience and helps us to become better rper’s, we just want to provide, and receive really good roleplay for the players around us, so please, don’t be scared of us oocly. ICly we welcome the fear, but standing on a sim where everyone avoids us does make it hard for us to contribute to your stories in meaningfull ways.
[11:21] Ira-Tira (justalowlykajira): Excellent Q& A, thank you all so much!
[11:21] Obsidian (thom.podlum) looked to the others and paused briefly.
[11:21] Taslin (sadiqueviiix): Was very eye opening, thank you all for sharing your insights!
[11:22] Nono: Oh, there are so many of them ….
[11:22] Ella De Wren Bade (elladewren) taps ANya, ”Covers your ears, he gonna do that mind wipe”
[11:22] Chronepsis: One thing I will say, several of us became assassins during what would be considered the glory days of SL Gor, about 10+ years ago when there were dozens of diverse cities all with traffic in the 20ks. Unfortunately, also during that time, our caste was among the most drama-filled, and this was the result of problems on both sides. For example, many warriors were intent on being the heroes and stopping our work, and metagamed to achieve that. On our side, internally we were plagued with elitists who insisted on particular standards to be members, and other such things. The infamous “list” issue comes to mind. A lot of that seems to have worked itself out on both sides, and we enjoy being a part of the roleplay, and we ask that everyone also treat us with the same OOC and IC considerations as any other role, and we look forward to continuing to be a part of your society.
[11:22] Nono: She will discreetly retain everyone’s face, in case someone comes to kill their master
[11:23] Obsidian (thom.podlum) shouts: ‘Ladies, Gents, and beasts. Before you are a representation of the men in black from across the lands of Gor. We have each appreciated your time and your interest. If any among you wish to consider this path, feel free to approach any of us in character. We thank you for your participation today. And with that, please enjoy the rest of the fair and …. always be on the lookout for men in black.’
[13:25] Crow (melchior.wardell) would smile warmly towards Adira “Elder … hmmm … yes.” Crow enjoyed the presence of Adira and her owner and missed the time in the Lost City at times. There had been a certain degree of lighthearted entertainment in the Lost City that had not been within the Port. When Haru spoke of Scar visiting he nodded “Yes I figured as much.” he replied. Crow was one of the few that had been able to keep his mentor to a degree of respect. Which had been hard considering what the man had done to more than a few people he cared for. He guessed Brooke would want to skin the man alive if she had her chance. “Ah yes …. a religion that is why I never felt the need to learn it” he stated on the Kaissa thing. It was clear that Crow would not kill over a piece of the game, unless he was paid for it of course. When Promesa spoke he grinned “Well Haru has her fortune told … and from what I understand the man knows his skill.” he winked at his girl there. “Do we want to visit the man ? Surely we can learn a lot by visiting.” he suggested. He felt it was harmless.
[13:27] Λdɨяα (sutara.luminos): would shake her head :”nay I have not been there as yet Master” she would admit, though she would have to go and get it done..just because she was curious about it “as she would listen to Crow she would furrow her brow a bit, she knew that name, well not him as far as she knew But she knew a slave the man has or had, she couldnt help but to wonder where Red was now,
[13:28] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would blink at the question a moment, looking at Promesa. “If My Master wishes to pay for you all to have your fortune’s read, who am I to deny that?” She catches her master’s wink and her cheeks would flush. It was as if it was only yesterday hers had been read and he knew what she had taken from it – moving to pull herself in for a tight hug. By the Kami.. the kings.. how she adored that man. To the ends of the world and back, even to places beyond that. “I wonder what their fortunes each will be,” she whispers. “Maybe Adira will bear a child for her master….” She looks over at her and grins devilishly. “And Promesa will be promised a thousand men.” Haru was more relaxed at the fair, as always, though if on a leash she would still fall to protocol.
[13:32] Promesa gave a tilt of her chin and smiled with a happy bob of her head. She was intrigued to be sure, and the almost girlish pleasure of something new, mysterious, and out of the ordinary promised to be entertaining at the very least, although she did not think she would be entertaining a thousand men, as Haru jested. She murmured to herself softly “A thousand is a bit much… I don’t think I’m even getting just one, anytime soon.” She moved to follow Haru and Crow, quickly and obediently heeling to position.
[13:32] Λdɨяα (sutara.luminos): eyes would grow big “Ohh no children for me..nope” she would chuckle but she was serious, she couldn’t even Imagine bringing in a smaller one of her into the world, the kid would be insane most likely she would muse “A tiny version of me would just be….chaos” she would joke.
[13:33] Crow (melchior.wardell) laughed at the mere suggestions of their fortune “Now nothing better than than the present. Lead the way, Haru. Let us all go and see if our fortunes is just as wonderful as yours.” he kept his smile “Children and a thousand men … is indeed something not in your both fortune. But some kindness, some joy and who knows some amazing nights of pleasure.” he grinned “Come – let us go.” he would wait till Haru showed the way.
[13:36] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would chuckle at all the reactions, turning to lead the way with a swing of her hips and a swish of her silks, purposely kicking the hip up to lift the silk to tease her master.
[13:40] Crow (melchior.wardell) would stop before the familiar stall. “Well Promesa you are up.” he suggested. He would offer the coin to the fortune teller as to have Promesa take position for her fortune. Crow pondered if the man would understand the importance of giving a good and optimistic insight instead one of doom.
[13:41] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) lead the way, a slight tug of her silk to reveal her delicious rump for her master. Firm, taut and smooth as the silks that covered them. “Here we are, My Master,” she chirps, waiting for him to catch up that she could step back into him, curling herself around him like the serpent he had started to call her. “Good luck Promesa, I hope it proves a good fortune.”
[13:43] Promesa followed through the busy and bustling fairgrounds, admiring the organization and flow of this years Sardar Fair, as opposed to past ones she remembered. She saw the colorfun tent and fortuneteller inside, and beamed, half-covering a laugh that snuck into her expression. “I shall think only positive thoughts! Let us hope that the future holds only promise!” she quipped, half-aware that she had made a pun.
[13:44] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: The first card we will read is the bottom card, the one closest to you. [13:44] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: This is called the reason card. [13:44] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: Four of Swords. The Four of Swords represents a time of rest. [13:44] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: This represents the catalyst for your question. [13:44] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: The card in your past position. farthest to your left, is the [13:44] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: Knight of Cups. The Knight of Cups represents a feminine man. [13:44] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: This is what has caused the situation or question. [13:44] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: The card in your ‘present’ (center) position is the [13:44] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: Three of Wands. The Three of Wands card represents established strength; success after initial hardship and difficulty. [13:44] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: This is what you are currently concerned with. [13:44] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: The card farthest to your right is your current path forward. [13:44] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: Three of Pentacles. The Three of Pentacles represents a good job. A job that is both emotionally and financially fulfilling. [13:44] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: This represents your future if you remain on your current path. [13:45] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: The next card is the potential future. [13:45] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: This is the advice the cards contain for you. [13:45] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: Nine of Pentacles. The Nine of Pentacles represents wealth. [13:45] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: This is what the cards see for you. [13:45] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: I hope you enjoyed your reading.
[13:47] Promesa mused as she got up from the fortune teller’s table. “What a queer reading… a feminine man? An emotional and financially fulfilling job? I don’t think I can even have finances anymore!” She laughed lightly.
[13:48] Crow (melchior.wardell) laughed at the jest Promesa made and than settles to listen to her fortune. The cards had much to say and with it he could not read her face as to see if the man had any words that would ring true or would give future dreams and desires. “Well that seems deep … since wealth … for a slave … it seems there needs to be a deeper meaning to it.” he would look at both girls “Let me see if this man is any good.” he would move into the tent himself. The fortune teller already quite on edge by the mere visit of the killer.
[13:50] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would smile as the fortune was given, her mind wandering through it. It wasn’t hers to interpret though but rather Promesa’s so she would watch the girl with curiosity. It wasn’t until her master stepped into the tent that her face changed, a look of surprise crossing her features. “I hope it is the same as mine, My Master,” she purrs.
[13:54] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: Reset Tarot Board [13:54] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: The first card we will read is the bottom card, the one closest to you. [13:54] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: This is called the reason card. [13:54] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: Empress. The Empress represents the physical body and the material world. [13:54] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: This represents the catalyst for your question. [13:54] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: The card in your past position. farthest to your left, is the [13:54] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: Emperor. The Emperor represents the mind. Rational thought. [13:54] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: This is what has caused the situation or question. [13:54] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: The card in your ‘present’ (center) position is the [13:54] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: Hierophant. The Hierophant represents the spiritual world (Also can mean Religious institution) [13:54] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: This is what you are currently concerned with. [13:54] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: Ace of Swords, The Ace of Swords represents an insight or a breakthrough in the world of the spirit. [13:54] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: The card farthest to your right is your current path forward. [13:54] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: This represents your future if you remain on your current path. [13:55] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: The next card is the potential future. [13:55] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: This is the advice the cards contain for you. [13:55] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: Six of Wands. The Six of Wands card represents time when the strife and competition of the past have been overcome. The Six of Wands sometimes indicates the successful formation of a friendship or a romantic relationship. [13:55] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: This is what the cards see for you. [13:55] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: I hope you enjoyed your reading.
[13:56] Promesa grinned and whispered to Haru as the final card was turned and read aloud “Seems to be a close match, neh? Lucky you!@ Mistress.” she added the last part with a smile.
[13:58] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would look over the cards. The empress, the emperor, the soul…. a breakthrough and a romantic relationship. Tilting her head slightly, she looks to Promesa a moment, curious how she knew of what her own reading was, blinking a moment. “Oh it has a strong meaning when connected to my own,” she says, slipping her arms around her master’s waist, pulling herself in so close that she could almost be absorbed into him if he was made of jelly. “Looks like you are stuck with me, My Master,” she teases. “The cards have spoken.” Which helped settle her a little after the comments of the day before. That stark reminder.
[14:03] Crow (melchior.wardell) would ponder on the cards but knew the fortune teller to afraid to speak of anything negative. The many daggers upon his body might have helped in an easy and enjoyable reading. “Hmm… it seems so, mine.” he stated. “Now we can sleep at ease.” he jested. Surely it was good fun, but he knew that Haru had taken it very serious. And therefor he would too. “Let us see the tavern to see if there is any entertainment.” he suggested as he would take both girls on his leash.
[14:06] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would nod her head a little, purring as she cuddles him. Haru had her superstitions and the fortune teller had never proven her wrong. “Yes, My Master,” she purrs. Reaching out to take Promesa’s hand if she could, she tries to lead her with them. “To the tavern for drinks, dances and celebrations!” She was in a good mood after that reading and quickly followed after him.
Amari would nod in response to the request for tea, “Of course, Mistress. We have many kinds of tea.” He had started to list them when she changes her mind, “Of course, Mistress. Perhaps when she is able to take time to speak with you I will make you both some lovely tea and an omurice for each of you as well.” he’d say with a smile and a tilt of his head. If it weren’t for how cloudy his eyes were in that moment one might even think he could see the woman he was speaking to.
Karrie nodded, “Yes, and some honey in mine as well…Have you been here long, I have never seen you before.” a turn and a flinch as the man enters.”Welcome to the Dragon’s Den, Sir” was offered as she moved closer. “Is there some way we can help you?” The free woman spoke quietly, her sultry voice reaching out as a siren’s song to the handsome fellow.
Crow moved inside silently. His eyes would register those there. The man was very heavily armed. There was reason for it. But those reasons were only known to him. As he positioned himself he would simply stand there. He watched as the woman approached but did not reply in voice. His eyes were searching for hers. Perhaps in his eyes there was enough to scare or have someone stop. “Do I look like a man that needs help in any way ?” his voice held a certain degree of charm yet it was also void of something that might make it a joke or jest.
Amari smiles warmly to the woman, “I have been here a few hands. I was purchased as a gift for my mistress before the Brothel became fully her own business.” he’d explain. He had not seen the man enter as he was focused on the woman he also had not heard him which was unusual as Amari tended to hear better then he saw. He’d turn a suspicious gaze toward the man when he hears his voice, “Tal Master.” He of course recognized that voice from when he had made visits to the black court with his previous owner, “Are you here for my Mistress, Master?” he’d ask in his usual soft spoken tone.
Karrie was not obtuse, and yet, as he chin rose slightly is was as if she did not wish to show the fear she was feeling, even before that heavily armed man. “I have to say that when a man enters a brothel, he may look many different ways” Looking for a mark, since his clothing was dark and seeing none she went on. “So not it is not by your look that I ask, but by your actions, that of stepping across the threshold of a brothel for food, os drink or companionship? Conversation perhaps. Even if a man does not like to talk, sometimes the soothing voice of a woman can be a delight. Sometimes just to look around or search for someone, as well.. With a glance to Amari, a frown crossed her smooth features before returning an unfliching gaze to Crow
Crow would have his eyes drift from Karrie to Amari. “At times I wonder …” he started. “Here I think I am very much self concisions. Very much determined to do what I need to do and yet I am questioned as if I am in need of help.” his hand would move to rest upon the pommel of his gladius. As Karrie spoke his attention would be upon her. As if the rest of the world no longer existed. He truly listens to hear and he even nodded to some of her words. “Fair enough. And yet … ” he held pause. “I am here as a riddle, since I do not wish to share my purpose of being here. Does that make you both uncomfortable?” he asks. His voice held no taunt or unkindness. It was as if the killer wanted to set some terms on his presence and yet did not want them be uncomfortable.
Amari smirks in response to the cryptic words of the man, “It does not make me uncomfortable, Master. I have survived other owners and if it is her time I will survive this owner as well.” He’d state simply it was true he had been a slave a long time and seen several owners fall to the blade of another, “I only asked so I could inform you she is currently in a private meeting and may be a moment, Master.” he’d smile and then turn back to his meal offering a deferential bow of his head before he does so.
Karrie stepped closer to the man, she was bold, perhaps because she was desperate. All of her belongings as well as her family were lost at sea. She was a metal worker and had made jewelry and not all jewels all precious metals, the silver and gold were lost. She had 2 choices, slavery or …the brothel and so she chose to wear a mask and serve in this place. One hand reached out slightly, palm down in the direction of his own grip on the pommel of his weapon. Another look to Amari and listening to what he had to say before…”Now sir, why would I ever want to make you uncomfortable, yourself? When my only wish is to bring comfort, and solace to any and all that enter this building. If here as a riddle, is it one that is to be solved or do you wish to remain an enigma?” she said head tilting, a Mona Lisa smile gracing her lips. “I will leave you to your own company if that is your wish.”
Vespera walked into the brothel. She had been wearing resplendent silks before that were magnificent adornments of wealth, but after the evenings of the morning leaving her entirely flustered. She stripped that down, and went with the chain-me-to-a-wall-and-face-fuck-me look. Ring-gag worn as necklace included. She just stood there, shifting her eyes about. There that one again, whom so happened to witness her being choked the fuck out by braggart. Fucking wary of that man. She turned gaze to Amari and smiled at him. If she caught his gaze, she’d wink nice and slowly just to manifest tomes of how much she liked to make him blush.
Crow arched a brow that only the question to them being uncomfortable was addressed or questioned. He would take the words of Amari for what they were. The information shared, something he guessed as his informants told him that she was here. Whatever she did inside – was not his business. Nor did it have his interest. When Karrie approached and would move her hand outwards towards him, his eyes became stern as to stop her motion. If she would move to close his hand would grip hers firm and perhaps painful to her. His strength in the mere gesture of gripping her hand considerable. But if she stopped in time he would not grab her. Crow was no fool. He could guess as to what ever was going on. So when the woman spoke of her being anything he desired if he wished he pondered. “I enjoy being an enigma.” he stated in final.
Amari hearing a sound near the entrance he’s turn and not being able to make out Vespera he’d notice the flesh tones blob and assume a slave, “Come in I have prepared breakfast.” He’d quickly plate up a fresh omurice for the slave girl setting a spoon with it, “It is a pani dish called omurice. I hope you enjoy it” as he slides the plate to the far side of the bar from himself. He’d take another bite of his own meal happily enjoying the fact his mistress was so willing to feed him properly. He’d swallow his bite and chirp up with a, “And a handsome enigma at that Master or at least that is what the slave gossip is I have never got my hands on you to tell myself.” he’d snicker a bit and then take another bite of the omurice.
Karrie was a free woman and as such would not answer every single thing that man said as if a slave. She had not reached out to touch his weapon at all, instead it was a motion to say his hand from withdrawing it, if he had thought it a threat when it was not all. When he said that he enjoyed being an enigma , her eyes lifted to his own, expecting cold, veiled look of a man that was humorless and found something a slight bit deeper. “Then that makes two of us” she said reaching up to the mask she wore, dipping her chin in a silent salute as she moved away, glancing to Amari again, as he seemed much more comfortable than she
Vespera walked over to the counter, to take the omelet of pani origin. She look a prong and would at the least get a bite to what were offered. She hummed in delight for a moment a singular glance to Crow as she gave a thought to wonder what his reaction to being figured out might be. Vespera hadn’t but she were curious. She’d glance over to Amari, this time closer just to drift that wink at him slowly again. Smirking a lightly with it. Whilst leaning on the counter eating. A curious gaze to Karrie then, “Greetings, Mistress.” said she with the thought that she’d not seen a masked woman in here before.
Crow would watch Karrie go back to the space she had been in when he entered. At the words of her being an enigma he had followed her a little longer. It was not that he questioned her being a riddle. Surely she was one. But was it one he wished to unravel? Crow caught the wink of Vespera. He did not reply to it but would see when a man enter and leave and turn slightly when what seemed to be a slave come down the stairs and leave the establishment. Surely Crow kept a good eye upon those in this establishment. So perhaps there was a purpose for being here.
Amari smiles hearing the sounds of enjoyment from Vespera, “I am glad you like it.” he’d say happily before taking another bite of his own omurice. Noting Karrie returning he’d try again, “It really is good and healthy, Mistress and I do not know how long my mistress will be in her meeting are you sure you do not wish to just try one?” he’d ask turning his own so she could see that it had a fried rice core made with carrots, ham, peas, and onions and then topped in an omelet with a red vinegary sauce. He’d note the movements of others coming and going but since his vision was so poor he could not see whom they were.
Karrie would dip her chin to the slave girl, “Greetings, will you be working here today?” asked as Amari tempted her once again.”Yes yes, if you insist ” Her smile, a gentle nod and a hand reaching out .. Stomach growling again as she gave in to her baser instincts .”It looks far too good to resist!” Her encounter with the man she now thought os a riddle was shrugged off as she waiting to take a bite.
Vespera just was over there looking all funny. Naked and state of dress looking like she was ready to be an object entirely. The lewd hedonistic kind that really could demonstrate the beautiful objectification of a slave girl. She smiled to Karrie. “Well, no. Not really.” She waved to Amari a moment, “Just visiting my friend here.” said she. Really she was the competition that liked to lay in the tree branch outside, seeing if she could pilfer a silver for pleasure. She glanced to Crow again. His sheer state of non-reaction. So she just gave him a mean face and stuck her tongue out at him playfully for a moment.
Crow was not trying to be mean. In fact he was unmarked – or – well – there was no dagger upon his brow. So when Vespera gave him the evil eye – he feigned being struck and in pain. As if she had thrown an arrow right in his heart and he was now on the edge of being lethal harmed and about to fall down … of course there his act would stop. As he would return his attention to being there – observing.
Amari hearing Karrie cave to wanting some omurice he’d quickly prepare a fresh plate and set a spoon with it before pushing it to her, “One omurice, Mistress, I hope you find it enjoyable.” He’d smile warmly and then take another bite of his own omurice. Hearing Vespera he’d let out a bit of a chuckle, “Friend? I thought you were the hungry tree urt that comes begging for food when you smell my fine cooking.” he’d say teasingly to her.
Karrie was amused by the girl, at least. Saw the face she made toward ‘Riddle’ and dug into the food that Amari had made. Ravenous She had to use some sort of will power to eat slowly as if she was not still the starving woman she had only been a day before. She was offered this food, no one would take it from her, would they? No, no, no one would do that. “Friend is a relative word, little one, most times friend is a word someone uses when someone wants something, I have found. Besides, out in the tree, she could pilfer off those that are on their way to the brothel and eat, Erika’s food.” lifting one shoulder she shrugged. “It is very good is it not?” she said to Vespera and then looking over at the stern man in the corner, she . gestured. She seems to know him and he does not want anything in the brothel, not even drink so perhaps….who know” she said amused. It was not up to her to -guard the gates- of the brothel. She could not even leave, dressed as she was
Vespera watched his feign of heart the frailty manifested in mocking manner as she couldn’t then but help to giggle openly. No, she… giggle…. snorted. It was such a break from the mannerism of silent presence sitting in shadows that she couldn’t help it. Even a bite of food crawled it’s way out of her mouth, falling like a travesty back to her plate. Just to finally catch her breath and look at Amari, laughing huskily to him just to tease, “Oh shoosh, before I make your cock twitch again.” Such a retort it was, as she took that bite again. Only to look at Karrie’s lack of subtlety. “It is. And pilfer? Mistress, I make sure the silver is worth the fuck.” Karian-mouthed dockwhore for sure. She looked to Crow smirking a moment at Karrie’s just not having the awareness of him. “He does as he wishes.”
Crow could be anyone and yet none at the same time. It was as if he mastered not only the skill of a killer but that of one that could pretend to be anyone he desired. The understanding father that would press a kiss to a sore knee when a child had fallen. The stern companion that would question his woman after she had a bruised neck. The lover that made sweet love and caressed his woman tenderly as to taunt her to speak of her desire and yet this man in silence – brooding – void of whatever could make him readable for why he was here. Crow origin from Arian high caste upbringing knew many facets of Gorean life and due to his age came with a ton of experiences. He enjoyed the slave. He had done so on number of occasions. Sure he was one of perhaps few that had not yet fucked the little slut.
Amari smiles as the woman compliments his food he did enjoy people enjoying his cooking. He’d be putting another spoon of food to his mouth when Vespera talks of his twitchy cock. He’d set the spoon down as his face burns up into a bright pink with embarrassment. He’d lower his gaze to the plate as he stammered a bit, “Tha-that was not my fault.”
Karrie chuckled softly, “If you hang about in the tree and snatched would be customers outside of the brothel, you are pilfering from the brothel, not the man. I have no doubt they get their money’s worth from you. I am not celling you a thief of coin, merely ….oh never mind, it does not matter anyway. The food is delicious, and Amari is a treasure, that much is certain.” contentedly she took another bite savoring the flavor as she swallowed with a soft moan. Karrie knew none of what was going on in the man’s mind as he kept to the shadows except .”You should really try Amari’s cooking sometime, if not this visit then another. A smile at the little chef and calmly said”It is really not your fault at all, it does not take much to make a cock wiggle and dance. But don’t you see how happy it makes her to do so? You bring joy into the world just being yourself.” the spoon was put reluctantly down on her plate as she reached over the bar to lace her fingers into his hair gripping it before releasing.”You are a treasure” Before returning to her meal
Vespera smirked a moment looking at Crow again, then to Amari as he just slowed to a halt and looked so flushed upon alabaster flesh that she just were absolutely tickled by his reaction. She turned a glance to Karrie, then to Crow, her devious grin playing over her face. She just slowly to a step, then another to come around the counter, and stood near Amari the. Just pulling her plate across the table just to continue eating. Then she shifted weight in her lean and her hip jut to Amari. Purposely to maybe press again him, “Mhmm, I know, but it’s gorgeous to watch though.” she glance to him a moment. She glanced to Crow, “Oh he never eats, or drinks. I am positive he doesn’t shit or piss either.” She mused a moment, wondering to herself just how that slave was that Vespera saw him with. “Not sure if he fucks either.” She paused, then blurting the question out to him, “Are you even human?” cause Vespera believed in mythical creatures.
Crow (melchior.wardell) had of course taken note of the compliments the food of the slave behind the counter received. When Karrie suggested him to taste them one day or another he would simply nod in acknowledgment. The fact the woman still wished him a good meal was taken to mind. When it came to wiggling cocks he would keep nodding. “Those that do not respond are the ones you should worry about.” he commented. Not that he was asked – but when it came to these matters he could give some insights. When Vespera asked about him being human he grinned “Oh I am … far more than you give me credit for.” he added. He was very much a Gorean man with needs, but was somewhat pleased that none really could tell much about him. Even his visits to the latrine were measured and never at the same time so none would learn his routine.
Amari smiles hearing that the woman really enjoyed the food. He’d lean in to the touch when she grabs his curly white locks, “My mistress enjoys my hair as well, Mistress. Unfortunately a man got his hand tangled in it recently and ripped a chunk out so I had to get it cut shorter.” he’d explain some as to why his locks were shorter then usual. He’d feel the hip bump from Vespera and bump her back, “You know I may look scrawny but I used to pull carts for my mistress in Ar.” he’d say to her as if talking of his strength might make her stop her teasing. Hearing Crow he’d smile that way, “If a passion slave becomes unresponsive they are useless, Master.” he’d say since he was a bred passion slave.
Vespera grinned to Crow then a moment. “Mmmm, I bet he’s packing a big one in all that black.” said she with smirk. Her gaze turning to Amara as she’d notice his silk, so flimsy and easily shreddable. “Well, that’s unfortunate.” said of hair chunks missing, and she had that deviant grin again with a thought. A thought to prove Amari’s words. She’d reach down and with the blatantness that she were, tried to grasp softly at his pale beautiful cock just to pet it once. “Yes, Have to stay responsive, don’t we. Otherwise we’re tossed out like forgotten trash.” Vespera’s ability for self-degradation could not be overestimated. And… right back to eating her meal. All feigning innocence and completely not caring to be successful at it.
Crow kept that grin when Amari spoke “Oh I agree. There was once a pleasure slave in Ar from the Ubar’s garden. Her look alone could make most men melt in lust. The mere sight an aphrodisiac.” he started. “Of course she was much sheltered for those eyes of those she might lure to desires they did not know they might have … I only dared to look through the reflection of my shield. and even than I felt the effects.” he admitted – or – was he just fooling around ? When Vespera moved to the slave Crow could guess to her intents. She was so obvious to him and yet he enjoyed her brazenness and boldness, It held a certain honesty that some had lost and made them less attractive to Crow.
Amari flushes a bit darker at the touch to his cock. It would definitely twitch and jump in her hand. He’d try to look away and take a bite of his food again his plate almost empty by now. He’d finish it off quickly and then let out a slow sigh, “So what else needs doing?” he’d ask he could not see the brothel well with his limited vision and all. Hopefully someone would point out chores to him.
Karrie lifted a brow as Crow spoke and said a lot, as Amari spoke she hopped in, “Any man that does not respond feels himself, that h is useless, but that is not true, always. There is more to a man than that, though you might be hard pressed to convince any man of that. Catching Vespera’s teasing of Amari, just shaking her head while she set her plate down and rubbed her belly . “If you keep feeding me that well, I will get fat!” Then to Vespera. The thought of joining in had crossed her mind when she decided she should not enter into the bantering of slaves. “Do you remember that slave’s name?” she called to the Riddle/Crow before turning to Amari, “Yoou are doing more than your share” a knowing smile sent his way, “unless you -want- to come out from behind the bar.
Vespera just looked at Crow. and she just eyed him with a squint to her gaze. Iridescent as it were and she for a moment felt a tinge of jealousy. “I should meet this pleasure slave.” Yea, so Vespera could murder her in an alleyway maybe. She only then glanced to Karrie with a smile, then to Amari and his question. Just that boldness to blurt out, “There’s still me that needs doing.” Yea she said it.
Crow shook his head at the question “No, the slave was named many things. I do not remember that she was given any special name. “he shared. “For such slaves wars are started … it is dangerous to have such near … many men might no longer think with their ..” he tapped his head but pointed eventually to his crotch. “Thankfully I was trained and tested long and severely to ensure not to be taunted by such.” of course that was only partly true – but hey ! If they think he would share his training here in plain sight – they had read him wrong.
Amari giggles a bit at what Karrie says, “Maybe it will get you more customers, Mistress. I hear some men enjoy a rounder woman, Something about more cushion for the pushin or something.” He’d hear Vespera and laugh even louder, “You know darn well I can’t do that with out orders.” he’d say before reaching out to pinch her along her ribs. Hearing Crow he’s turn his gaze that way and smile, “I remember one like that when I was in Ar she was always friendly to me when our paths crossed.” he’d offer some although he was terrible with names so could not remember any of her names.
Karrie nodded looking down at generous breasts and just shake her head. “As long as the curves are in the right place.s” giving the little slave a smiles , Looking between Vespera and Crow, Perhaps you were in Ar at the same time, perhaps all of you were. I was in Ar once, had a shop there we did very well” she said then her voice trailing off .
Vespera was looking at Crow a moment, she had this coolly turned gaze as she was slowly blinking at him. Then that slow growth of grin a moment. The short lived interaction seemingly helped for Vespera to not be so fearful of him. At least for now. Then she got really bold. Vespera being herself entirely as walked over to him. Trying to walk her fingers up his left arm. “Long……” she purred, just to spin hair whipping up but not enough to hit him in the face, but put her scent into the air. Whorefume, patent pending. She then even tried to grind her butt against him, just to look over shoulder with a Cheshire grin of the devious type. “And… Severe…..?” tone so lust laden it could condense out of the air and onto the floor though preferred upon her face. She looked to Karrie and laughed, “I have never left Port Kar.”
Crow understood when Vespera was approaching that he had given her leeway so would allow her some more when her fingers would walk up his left arm. But he would now allow her to press her butt against him. For she might have felt far more than his cock. The hidden weapons were disguised and for them to remain hidden her butt needed to stay from making impact with his center. The perfume of the girl was of course noted. It was hard not too. He did not have use for such so when the scent of her presence filled his nostrils he could understand that she was a sexual being. It was as if she filled the air with sex. “Lady, I did not see this slave in Ar. I am certain I would have remembered.”he stated. There was a tone of amusement in his voice. Or was it something of a veiled compliment as to say the slave was memorable enough. “Be careful though, slave. My private space is very dear to me. I might protect it quited violently.” and all of a sudden his voice held promise.
[11:04] Ashiya of TyrosAshiya of Tyros continued on with her dance, with her song, stomping her feet and clapping her hands at certain points to emphasize the rhythm. She felt that the dance was suiting, swaying like the waves of the sea at time, and her hips rocking closely to the sound of wood creaking that could be heard as its own music even on anchored vessels. Not an anthem for Port Kar, but enough that it suited the city. Still, it was only a moment, before her eyes cut through the crowd to take note of one in the distance, and those who passed by, those who stoped, those who did not. The white coat was enough to identify the man and a subtle dip of her head was given as the song came to an end. She looked back at him and waited for the crowd to disperse finally. And that was when she finally stopped, catching her breath, and calming down from her euphoria. How easily she coudl get lost in a melody…
[11:06] 蘆屋道満 Asʜɪʏᴀ Dᴏᴍᴀɴ 蘆屋道満 (azariel.blackheart): ((*black coat… The lighting made it look white..))
[11:08] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa)Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would follow along behind her master, dark hues flickering over the small crowd gathered. She knew who they were looking for but she kept her face passive and calm, making note of who all was present and who departed just as quickly. She didn’t speak but would dip her head in a non-verbal greet to anyone that might look to her, the leash putting her in protocol as it always did.
[11:11] Darius Valgard (dyce.boucher)Darius Valgard (dyce.boucher) continued to observe the Magician-Thief dance and sing her dooming melody. It caused his head to tilt somewhat to the side, his stare fixed. As the light of the day glinted off of the droplets of gold fixed in his brow and the rings adorning his nostrils and ears, there were a few people who were dispersed and passed him by, greeting him. One asked a simple question about tariffs and he informed the individual to wait until the next council meeting for that information to be solidified. The Consortium’s master ledger was still held at his side and his greatsword that he often used as a cane was uplifted, resting against the leather coats donning his shoulders. He turned his eyes back to Ashiya, seeing her still looking at him. He inclined his head to her then, an unspoken conversation taking place as he watched her catch her breath, her chest heaving, her lips parted ajar. He had noted well the stockings adorning her upper thighs and flanks beneath her dress when she had moved, the golden bangles of her arms, and more. Very little escaped the Praetor’s scrutiny. A movement out of his peripheral vision caused his eyes to slide from Ashiya once again, a man and his slave whom he had seen in passing the past few weeks arriving, perhaps passing through.
[11:19] Ashiya of TyrosAshiya of Tyros took only a moment or two, before she took note of where the Praetor’s gaze had moved, and soon after her own followed. There she would look and behold Haru, and the man to whom she was leashed. She did recognize Crow, but she wouldn’t make a show of knowing who or what he was. She knew far better than that. Still, she would incline her head toward them both, in their general direction. It was almost a shallow bow, but not quite. though she did verbally greet one whom she did have business, “Lord Praetor…” She had caught her breath enough to speak normally at least.
[11:27] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa)Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would remain by her master’s side. The praetor was noted, the title that Ashiya gave him but she had done her little nonverbal greets and that was as far as it would go for now. Her master was in charge and she was his shadow; acting his eyes and ears while he went into thought Things were peaceful that day. Finally. A small moment of respite though she had reported to him what she had been told. Concerning and an indication that things might not remain silent.
[11:29] Crow (melchior.wardell)Crow (melchior.wardell) observed the scene in silence. Whatever was happening he didn’t want to make assumptions that were not true. So when he noted the woman dance and the other man observing he stood there in silence. Perhaps some would consider it this dark moment in which a life would pass by. The mere suggestion a killer was this close could instill some fear. When he was acknowledged by the mere gesture of a head he inclined his head too. His high caste upbringing and the sophisticated ways of Ar always kept lingering about this old killer.
[11:32] Darius Valgard (dyce.boucher)Darius Valgard (dyce.boucher) lifted his bronze prosthetic from the stone and pivoted back partially, the metal foot clacking audibly as it connected with the stones again. He looked into the council chamber and curled his lower lip against his upper teeth and let out a sharp whistle, causing one of the council page boys to come running out. He handed the heavy book to the young slave lad to return it to its pedestal within the council chamber before he pivoted back towards the direction of Ashiya’s voice. He lifted his free hand, gloved and adorned with expensive rings, and beckoned Ashiya towards him when she called out his title. Finally, he had time to attend her since she expressed desire to speak since yesterday. Unfortunately, dire circumstances had drawn him away and his day had been spent in meetings, but he was now available. “Ashiya of Tyros,” he responded to her words, his own voice – laced with the snobby accent of high caste Physicians – called out to her. Darius did not recognize Crow nor Haru except from glancing at them now and then when he’d spotted them on the streets. “Shall we continue our conversation?” he inquired of her, curious if she would follow him as he took a few steps forward, lowering his greatsword’s tip to the ground to support his hobbling gait. The Praetor was utterly ignorant of Crow’s identity and caste, though he had his suspicions due to the presence of the crossbow with the black robes absent any other colorful ornaments. Darius would not linger overlong, despite his authority. Perhaps this man was one of the Assassins, ready to fire a crossbow through some hated Captain like the raping ram of a ship as it plows through an enemy vessel!
[11:38] Ashiya of TyrosAshiya of Tyros nodded to him. “We should… There are things you should be aware of…” She did want to speak with him in his more official title, rather than as a potential member of his crew and company. There was a moment where she did pause as he started walking, though ready to follow, she took a look back to Crow and Haru, mainly for any particular hint that there was other business to discuss as well. She did remember what she had told to Haru, but she also was not expecting Crow to appear before her himself, and assumed he was out on other business, but she would be a fool not to be aware that she could potentially be his business. She was not so blind to that fact given the events of the last few days.
[11:39] Crow (melchior.wardell)Crow (melchior.wardell) stood still. In a way that he could be a statue and yet – he was ready to address anything that might be thrown his way. His movements were silent as if he had been taught by iron discipline to remain in the shadows and go unnoticed. Yet here he was in plain daylight. Not in fear to show anyone who he was. Not out of bravado but out of that rock-solid self-confidence. He knew that this was the woman that had given his slave the grave news. It had angered him and yet none could have said so. His emotions still part of his life were well confined in himself. At rare occasions he would profess his love to his slave but other than that his social life was cold and heartless. As she spoke of leaving with the Praetor he spoke “It seems you are quite the messenger, lady.” he left it at that … Surely that sentence alone should give everyone of them a shiver.
[11:43] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa)Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would look between the pair. The praetor, unknown to her, and Ashiya – more than familiar. She didn’t speak, instead simply curling her fingers around the leash that held her attached to her master, letting herself feel it tense a moment as she ran the chain through her fingers. She loved the feeling of the cold steel. The bondage it presented. Her gaze would move directly to Ashiya at her owner’s comment, drinking her in. If it wasn’t known if she had reported to her master what she had told her, it was now.
[11:46] Darius Valgard (dyce.boucher)Darius Valgard (dyce.boucher) was about to move off until Crow spoke up. That, along with Ashiya’s words of him needing to be aware of some things, gave him pause. His body went rigid and his soothing-yet-snobby tone became one of dire seriousness. “If you have business of the Consortium, and wish to speak to the Praetor instead of the Captain, then perhaps here is the best place.” He did not wish to conceal legal matters from the public, and his personal business could always wait. So, he turned to face Ashiya, as well as both Crow and Haru. His scarred face fell slack from its previous smiles and he adopted a professional stance. His eyes lingered past Ashiya and onto Crow a moment, his words still ringing in his ears. Trouble seemed afoot, or so he presumed. He finally cleared his throat and announced himself, so others would know him, “Captain Darius Valgard of the Deadsail Company, one of four Wharf Praetors who make up the Port Consortium.” He then leaned some upon the greatsword’s crossguard, relieving pressure from his stump fitted in the prosthetic.
[11:56] Ashiya of TyrosAshiya of Tyros nearly flinched at the way Crow worded that phrase. Was she expecting to hear that? No. Though that was the confirmation she needed, but how disadvantageous the timing of his approach. She did not know what exactly to make of that particular stance, the man was impossible to read. She had one foot backward just a bit, barely seen beyond the hem of her dress as though she was ready to run should the moment call for it. However, she was looking at Crow, the forehead in particular, the mark of the Dagger. That would have told her far more than words ever could, “I am…when the moment calls for me to be so…” Her confidence in her own abilities was not shaken by the idea of the why they were there, but more so in her ability to get away from a man trained in preventing people from getting away… The Lady-Thief was not a fool to think her chances against such men were set in stone. Had he been anyone but who he was, that would have been a different story.
She didn’t dare take her eyes off of Crow, despite distance between them, she didn’t want to miss the action of him reaching for that crossbow. It would be the only moment she had to evade it should she need. “it is regarding an attack on my person in the baths three suns passed.” It has been at least three days since that attack to say the least, and yet, the business that she had to discuss, ironically dealt with the same man.. both the business between herself and Crow, and the report she was ready to make. However, now she was not certain that this was a moment that was fortuitous enough to discuss matters simultaneously, given the nature of the two men whom she now stood between. Though she coudl see Haru, she was not going to focus on her. The only slave-girl she may have called a friend in different circumstances, and yet.. there would be no insight to be gained from her on this matter. Ashiya had to rely on her own wit at this juncture.
[11:59] Crow (melchior.wardell)Crow (melchior.wardell) would stand in the same spot while his eyes would move from one to the other. His eyes saw much more than just what was on the outside. He had learned that someone’s small movements could tell a lot: A lie or the truth. It was a wisdom he had acquired over many years. Not only in his life as a murderer, but also in the many disguises he used. When the man introduced himself, there was nothing new. Crow had already absorbed more information than many might have known. Still, he bowed slightly without losing sight of the man. “We finally meet, Captain Darius Valgard of the Deadsail Company.” his voice did not held the sarcasm of the many titles when Crow spoke “Crow, Undertaker of the Port.” he introduced himself without the rank he had reached over years. Surely who he was mattered little. It was what he could do in a matter of seconds if he wished. He turned to the woman and she too did not tell things that had not been known to him. He could tell the moment of doubt, the reflection on what could happen. Perhaps some killers would enjoy the mere idea to instill fear yet Crow held little fondness for it. “Ah … ” he replied to her words and did not say much more. He held all the cards before him – making it unable to predict what he was about.
[12:03] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa)Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) was cool, calm and collected. A veritable cucumber of a doll. Chill as the porcelain her flesh represented and stoic in her emotional representation. Sure, there was the usual friendly appearance of her face, the one thing that should it ever fall, woe be to the slave that might have caused such – but she made no further indications outside of her silent, unspoken greets. Her hands were folded before her in that usual demure fashion. Left over right, sharpened and strengthened nails, thanks to Ming’s genetic manipulations, hovering just over her core. There was no need for her to speak. Not in that moment. So she left that to the free.
[12:09] Darius Valgard (dyce.boucher)Darius Valgard (dyce.boucher) slid his gaze to Ashiya as she kept her back to himself while she stared focused upon Crow. This was interesting, especially since she still spoke to himself about her legal issues. When Crow offered his introduction, his eyes turned back to the man and that made much sense to him now, given his attire and behavior. “Ah,” he said as he visibly relaxed some. Why? Because there was no dagger painted on the man’s brow. That didn’t mean murder was out of the question, but Darius saw Crow now as an instrument, a tool, to be paid for on behalf of the Consortium. “I now place a face to the rumored ghost of the Undertaker. I suspect that certain coin might flow from the Consortium to your belted pockets in the coming weeks, Killer.” He called the man by the respected title of his caste, making it known that he wasn’t above employing Assassins on behalf of the city’s administration. He glanced idly upon Haru, seeing her demure folding of hands, his fingers caressing the crossguard of his sword-cane as he observed her. “Obedient,” he remarked. Then, finally, he turned his attention to Ashiya and spoke to the back of her head, “Do you wish to press a case of the matter regarding your assault to the Praetors, Ashiya of Tyros? Do you have witnesses who can testify?” In his capacity of Praetor, Darius was fair across the board, showing zero favoritism to any cursed soul.
[12:26] Aiko Akasuki Laukness (elsamarieanna)Aiko Akasuki Laukness (elsamarieanna) wondering around the port trying to get to know what is were her eyes looking towards the Master and also the Mistress not saying a word for now her hands move to her side
[12:29] That question was the question that answered all her previous question. Witnesses who can testify. For her it wasnt’ a matter of whetehr they were capable of testifying.. it was a matter of if they would… and the answer was clear to her at that point. Though, the idea that the Consortium would employ the Killers only made her relax just a bit more.. but not by much. There was still the matter that she knew things about the Killers that she likely should not have. That alone made her a loose end in some killers’ minds. However, to them both, she would simply say.. “No… no witnesses who will testify.” The only witnesses had been killers and slaves.. and that could work against her as well as for her. She wasn’t going to take the risk.
[12:29] Ashiya of TyrosAshiya of Tyros Ashiya looked to Crow, almost as if she was confirming that she wasn’t going to speak on what she saw or heard inside the court, but the business of the one in question was still a matter on the table. At that point did she dare a step back and look to Darius so that he wasn’t staring at the back of her head, but she did want to keep both men in her line of sight somewhat. “If witnesses are a requirement for such a matter, then I suppose that falls short as it is.” She knew a man like the one in question could nto keep quiet. She had learned that much herself, and how easily she could get a rise out of him. Perhaps that would be useful later.
Turning back to Crow, she asked, “Was there a message you wished me to deliver? Or did you have business with me, Lord Undertaker?” She used the title he used himself. She wasn’t going ot take a chance this time. Subtle messages were being sent btween the group of them, and even in a situation like this, her mind was still moving with the many possibilities of a multitude of outcomes. She would make a point to set her priorities. She still needed work… something that offered coin and a measure of protections that she didn’t quite have. Her vendetta could wait.
[12:33] Crow (melchior.wardell)Crow (melchior.wardell) noted the short reply before the longer sentence addressed to him. Strange as the man spoke of his face. Crow was a master of disguise and with it held a certain art in it to have it appear from this to a warm censor of Ar or a jovial Innkeeper. Crow could adapt to almost any situation, although he too was tested in his resolve. Only a day ago when he nearly killed a so called killer in his court. When the man spoke of coin he inclined his head again. Crow was not a greedy bastard as most of his caste brothers, but held a certain degree of honor and respect to their status within the city. He felt himself a razor sharp tool for those instances when law was no longer a possibility. Surely he would not discuss business, but with the small gesture he made it known to being open for any conversation as to what was needed from him or his caste. When the man spoke of his slave he would give her a quick look. She was far more than obedient and yet she reflected the one thing he wanted from her in this very moment. As Ashiya spoke he learned a lot by what kind of woman she was and could be. “The matter of the man that poses as one of my caste, is it ?” he asks – for this instance he would allow her to see one of the cards in his deck. “I am sure the Praetor might have a desire to know that there is a man posing in the desire to become what … The next Pa Kur.” there – he said it. Now watching how the news would fall upon those ears. Surely the man would have been dead and perhaps dropped in the thieves den if he hadn’t run from the court with his tails between his legs.
[12:37] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa)Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) as picking up the small nuances between them though to the naive she seemed oblivious, her gaze instead wandering to the shift of leaves and people passing. Aiko she could not see. Not from where she stood; the girl hidden behind the large tree and on the other side. Blinded by the large and clearly ancient plant. She was quiet, always keeping her master in her peripheral, that slight tension in the leash that she could see and feel him should any signals be offered. Orders to follow or commands. Obedient she was in all manner of things though at the appropriate times not afraid to speak her mind to her master if she felt there was a concern that should be approached. For now, though, there were none and her Pani-Karian tones remained silent.
[12:47] Darius Valgard (dyce.boucher)Darius Valgard (dyce.boucher) gave a nod of his head to Ashiya and informed her, “You will require witnesses to support your defense, or some other overwhelming evidence. If the witnesses are slaves, then they may be tortured for their legal testimony. Otherwise, it’s just your word against another’s, and there’s nothing that the Consortium can do.” He turned his eyes back to Crow as he mentioned about someone posing an Assassin and trying to be the next Pa-Kur. “Can you give a full account of your meaning, Killer? With something so vast and grave, it should be brought before the Council of Captains. The Consortium handles justice and the port’s public facilities and utilities only. All legislative and executive decisions rest in the hands of the Council.”
[12:48] Aiko Akasuki Laukness (elsamarieanna)Aiko Akasuki Laukness (elsamarieanna) as she had just arrived not to sure what was going on not being able to see crow or haru as the big old tree was in the way .She would stand there hands still by her side not saying a word still as she would listen to what was being said around her .
[12:53] Ashiya of TyrosAshiya of Tyros felt the pathways of that one moment fall away, like the intricate patterns of a butterfly’s wings, now illuminated through the speaking of a single phrase, a decision made and now a path forward presented, until the next crossroads where a decision of her own would need be taken. “I see.” She looked back at the Praetor, Captain Darius Valguard of the Dead company, and now she nodded, decisively. “Then perhaps we should all take a walk that we may discuss this in more detail.” She told them both. She had no issues to speak to them on what she knew, what she had experienced, now that Crow made it okay for her to do so, but given what he said, the specific subject would be the only thing she would speak on, less the man made it okay to speak further, however, that was highly unlikely. The Caste guarded their secrets with extreme prejudice. She would not be the one that met a blade for not minding her tongue if she could help it.
Spotting movement to the side, she did recognize the Slave from the court, bu Ashiya of Tyros only in a passing glance. She was aware of her, but did not greet her, let alone betray any hint that she’d seen her openly. She looked between the three of them, waiting for Crow or Darius to agree to speak elsewhere. The open streets wer efar too busy fo her liking to discuss matters of such import. The voice of a man speaking in greeting neary was proof enough of this fact. An inclination of her head was given in his direction but no words flowed in greeting given the severity of the subject matter.
[12:54] Crow (melchior.wardell)Crow (melchior.wardell) had now realized that they had been noticed and that some were even standing still. He wanted to resolve some issues quietly and unnoticed. Yet here he spoke of something grave and yet he doubted the man would truly succeed. The man had hardly kept himself professional enough to pose a threat to any man of the port. When Darius spoke of legal matters a brow arched in surprise. Was he truly serious ? Did he truly believe that the consortium would be presented by all facts? Crow would only now move his hand and made a dismissive gesture. “There is a time and place for such conversations, indeed.” he would move his hand again as in taking their lead if they wished to discuss these matters in a more private setting.
[13:00] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa)Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would take in Darius’ face; the way he stood and held himself and how he spoke. She would be able to recognise him from a distance though this was more out of habit than out of any nefarious meaning. Seeing Elirk, she would dip her head to the man but would not speak. She was silent. Listening and observing.
[13:01] Darius Valgard (dyce.boucher)Darius Valgard (dyce.boucher) canted his head as Crow dismissed his question after just blurting out that there was someone with designs on being the next Pa-Kur. The sudden desire for secrecy with such matters once they were already penny-dropped in public made the Praetor’s left eye twitch slightly. He was already involved in secrets most dire, and there seemed to be more piled on. He moistened his lips a moment, glancing about at others who arrived. A man – Elirk – greeted the group, and Darius gave a ringing clanging tap of his greatsword against the cobblestones in return to the greeting. He then turned to the others, Ashiya and Crow, as well as Haru, and he grunted some. “Very well…. but, I shall not be drawn to the shadows.” (I got RL folks, gonna have to pause my participation – ugh)
[13:05] Ashiya of TyrosAshiya of Tyros took note of what Darius spoke of and then nodded to him, then back to Crow. When Darius seemed to be dragged away toward his ship (assuming such), Ashiya would follow. That was as secure a place as any to speak on this and she’d just use this as a chance to relay all if needed be. To Crow she simply nodded to him, “This way if you would, my Lord.” Some part of her heritage she just couldn’t get out of her… (Gogin to move when you’re ready.)
[10:20] Crow (melchior.wardell) would move up “Wait.” he told her as he would head towards the kitchen. He would take a cloth – a candle and a sharp needle. He would have the cloth cold with water as he seated himself to the table. “I have waited, but since you showed yourself so pretty. I am convinced that this route is your true being. So with it i will allow you to wear even more jewelry.” he paused there so she could understand the effect of what he would do “But a girl with pierced ears is no longer a woman that can hide her true nature. ” he would place some very beautiful earrings upon the table. It was clearly a valuable set. “These were bought for this occassion.” he tells her. “do you understand?” he asks as he held the needle in the fire and offered the wet / cold cloth to her earlob.
[10:29] Hinder (dirnali.muhindra) must of dozed off on his lap because she woke up a little startled and almost jumped up swiftly. Once her brain was functioning again, she lifts her head up off his lap and her eyes follow him to the kitchen. His words made her look down to the brand upon her thigh and her fingers teased over the fleshy mark. Now came the next step and as those words sunk in, her fingers reached up and toy with the thick gold band around her neck. ” My true being and my place is at your feet, my Master.. ” was swift to admit. She then smiled and thought back to yesterday and all those eyes upon her. She’d accepted her place and how it was to be way before then, tho. She understood her fate was always sealed since the day she lay eyes upon him all those decades ago. He was then her one true love and now… Now she lived and breathed for him in a truly different way. ” I understand and I’m ready..” She admits as she looked to needle he was warming and the earrings he’d placed down. There was no panic just calm as she cooled her ear with the cloth. She trusted him like no other and no pain could ever match the one of branding, it was even worse than childbirth.
[10:36] Crow (melchior.wardell) was as with anything someone that took much effort in creating the right circumstances. The needle hot and disinfected by the temperature of the flame would be taken between his fingers as he would brush her hair back from her shoulders so the earlob would be exposed. He took great care to see where it would be placed best. He would now take the cloth from her fingers, hoping the cold would have numb her earlob some. With a deadly precision he would pierce her earlob. The movement quick as he would commit his murders – without doubt but just there. “Hold still.” he asks as he would now take one of the earrings and have it quickly in the small pierced earlob. “You must move the earring each day a few times.” he told her. “So the flesh will not stick to the earring and have it painful.” he would now start to cool down the other earlob as he would again take the needle to have it disinfected and hot again.
[10:42] Hinder (dirnali.muhindra) waited and waited some more but focused on him as she watched the concentration on his face. She knew it was coming, just not when so held her breath and didn’t let it go, until there was a short sharp prick. Of course, it hurt but not as bad as she thought it might be. It stung and nipped at the skin but it wasn’t worth making a fuss about.She exhaled and smiled from ear to ear as he now placed the small trinket in her ear. It was strange, heavy even and as much as she wanted to reach up and touch it, she didn’t dare. ” Thank you ..” she cooed as he moved on to the other ear next. She brushed her hair out of the way this time and settled her gave back on his handsome face. ” Understood my Master..” she adds to his instructions as she waits for the repeat of the same process.
[10:45] Crow (melchior.wardell) would look at the earlobe as to see that both earrings would be on the same height and place. He was autistic like that. He liked if things were balanced well. Again he would do the piercing as if he would commit murder. The motion with precision and never with the doubt as one that might try not to hurt. He knew that if he would do it slow the sting would only be prolonged. When he felt the needle through the flesh of her earlobe he would take the other earring and place it within the fresh pierced hole. “Let us see.” he would brush her hair over her shoulders to see if both earrings were indeed there were he wanted them to be.
[10:53] Hinder (dirnali.muhindra) was ready for the next one and once again she held her breath. Her eyes not leaving him once more. She waited and waited and then it happened, that short, sharp and quick pain and him working to place the earring in. She wasted in time in scooping up her hair and knotting it so as he had a good view. She had no clue what they looked like but it was a surreal feeling to have weight within her ears. Again she waited in anticipation of his response and his approval.
[10:55] Crow (melchior.wardell) was pleased with his work, but also with the look of the pierced girl. The earrings completed her look exquisite. “Perfect.” he shares. “I guess you need to get used to the weight of the earrings but that will be quick.” he tells her.
[10:59] Hinder (dirnali.muhindra) couldn’t resist and she reached up and ran her fingers carefully over one erring and then the other. They were sore but bearable and it was all made worth while when he called them or was it her- perfect. ” it will come..” She smiled to his words as her hand lowered back down and she pushed up on her knees to lean over and place a kiss to his cheek. Would she ever tire or the man? She very much doubted that, she knew she’d love him until the day she died.. ” Thank you my master..” she whispered with her lips still pressed to his cheek.
[11:03] Crow (melchior.wardell) allowed her the kiss and smiled – his rare smile. “You look the part now.” he teases as he would again caress her cheek “Now … let us see the city for a bit.”
[14:08] Hinder (dirnali.muhindra) knew he was a man who didn’t like her to be seen showered in his wealth and still she had hopefully kept it subtle in comparison to some of the other slaves. She was as quick as she could be and had felt no panic until she came to a stop outside the tavern once more. Suddenly she felt all nervous but also a bit weak at the knees. She carved his eyes upon her daily and now she’s have his full focus plus the fear of not living up to his expectations. She battled with that fear and nervousness and stepped back through the curtain once more. She didn’t even look to see if others entered in her absences, she only had him in her sights. ” My Master…” She softly declared her arrival with as she stood before him. Chin up, shoulders back and voluptuous breasts thrust out.
[14:11] Crow (melchior.wardell) would look up when she returned. She had been quick and yet had outdone herself when it came to her look. She looked like one of the pleasure slaves of the Ubars garden. “Very pretty, mine” he stated. He would point to the pit. “Stand in it, feel the sand between your toes.”
[14:18] Hinder (dirnali.muhindra) had indeed borrowed the look of the pleasure garden slaves until she could find her own personal look and fashion style. Everything was a work in progress with her, a lesson and much thought was going into how she wished to express herself but likely like her free woman style, she;’d turn turn out to be unique with her style but subtle with it. ” Thank you my Master,” came husky as she turned to face the dance pit. She studied it briefly then teased one foot in before the other followed. Shoes tiny grains of warm soft sand teasing between her toes. She pivots to face him with a glossy red smile as the sand eased deliciously through the gaps in her feet.:” It warm and soft…” she shared. ” Pleasant…” she adds swiftly
[14:20] Crow (melchior.wardell) would not take his whip, that dance was perhaps one for a later occassion. “Now close your eyes.”he demanded. “The sand is warm and soft – so you say. Can you remember a time in which something made you warm and soft?” je asks “Take a moment to find that moment and feel if it brings you a certain rhythm.”
[14:29] Hinder (dirnali.muhindra) takes a few deep breaths hoping it will calm her nerves, she did as told and slowly her sea green eyes get veiled by her thick lashes and lids. There was many places she could take herself and most included him. Images flashed before her eyes, times she’s been strong yet sheltered by his safety. When she felt weak but always safe in with him Parts of her previous life flashed before her eyes but she didn’t linger or dwell there. He’d asked fr something that made her feel warm and soft.” In your arms my Master..” she mummers as she drew in slowly and deep breaths. those nerves seemed to wash away and without thought, she reached up her left arm and ran fingers across her collar bone, down her right shoulder, upper arm and wrist. Then trailed it back up again. It was easy to imagine it was his gentle touch, she even made her self shiver every-so.
[14:31] Crow (melchior.wardell) hushed her “In a dancepit there is no room for words. Show me. Show the words in the rhythm of your memory. Move in a way that portrays what you imagine is happening to you. Allow the emotion and feelings take over and silence your thoughts and mouth.” with that he waited if she would be able to do as he demanded.
[14:38] Hinder (dirnali.muhindra) wanted to open her eyes and look at him but didn’t dare so took herself back to that place where she felt warm and soft. No verbal reply came, instead she nods, nips her lip a little and smiles. Suddenly she slight excitement go through and her slender fingertips begun to explore further. She fingers the symbol of his ownership as her gracefully rounded hips begin to gyrate gently back and forth. Fingers once more travel up along her collar bone, and down between the river of her breasts. She could recall the day he reached down with large, strong hands and locked his collar around her neck making her his . Maybe that was her soft and warm moment, she could picture it still. A small dreamy smile plays about her sensuous lips as her golden arms lift above her head, winding and twirling like an hypnotic snakes reaching for him.
[14:44] Crow (melchior.wardell) could tell that in her mind she was seeing all kind of moments – yet he could sense that at the present it were still her thoughts mostly instead of her body taking over. “Feel it within your belly – listen to it’s rhythm. It is there – listen – move slow – but with the understanding that you body wants to tell me something. Without words.” he tells. He watched her as he sipped his wine. She was very beautiful and sensual, he could understand why other men would picture her in their lustful desires. Perhaps it was a good thing he was certain of her devotion and him not being jealous. For slaves such as his girl wars were fought.
[14:52] Hinder (dirnali.muhindra) found herself hanging on every word of his encouragement, it was all she needed to hear. He grounded her but also encouraged her to let go and be who she was always destined to be. She had hoped that if things were to change, she’d always be his, she couldn’t imagine living without him and now pleasing him in every way – be it with him or for him was her destiny. Her torso begins to softly undulate as her desire to yield her body to his unfolds and exhibits itself through movement, her slender little fingers run through her golden tresses hoping to bring his attention to its silkiness and shine, her graceful hands continue down slowly over full thrusting breasts with tight round rosy peaks shielded with fine gold. Continuing down her firm torso…she bends her knees deeply, her bottom swaying to the floor in waves, letting her knees open wide as she caresses the soft skin inside her thighs in subtle invitation. She could move and had been taught to dance as a free woman and young lady but this was different. Now she felt she could express herself freely. She felt that she had nothing to hold on to while dancing for him, she was starting to explore her own body and express her feelings for his delight and her desire.
[14:55] Crow (melchior.wardell) could sense something happening. The motions grew bigger as her hands trailed down her own flesh. Would she feel, what men saw? “Imagine that you are watched. Eyes travel over your body – trying to see what you are telling. They look at you shameless, as if you were naked to them. ” he encourages her. “Do not let yourself be limited by thoughts. Express yourself.”
[15:05] Hinder (dirnali.muhindra) unclipped the gold fastening of the red slik and tossed it to the side when he spoke of eyes on her There might well be, she had no clue because she didn’t dare open her eyes and until he told her otherwise. Her movements become deeper as if natural and she was given the gift of dance all of a sudden ,feminine hips thrusting and rolling thinking of him but also showing his ownership of her body. Her red lips slightly part showing a glimpse of small white teeth and pink tongue which briefly snakes out to moisten her lips… showing her desire to yield her softness to his firmness, her weakness to his strength. Her body begins to weave a serpents dance before him in her longing for him to see she is his for the taking. All nerve had now passed in one torrid wave and she could feel her mind and body bend and mold to his words that controlled her mind and body. She rose up an back down, her knees hitting the sands in sweeping thrusts.
[15:08] Crow (melchior.wardell) would see the development in her dance and finding her own womanhood. “Good, mine.” he complimented her. He would see how she moved her body. She could already promise to him as to his pleasure. She was no longer contained by fear or constrictions. He would drink his wine as he watched her. The jewels in the dim light of the tavern accented her motions so pretty. She was a natural even now – in this moment – she seemed to be a quick learner.
[15:18] Hinder (dirnali.muhindra) could feel a warmth and wetness build between her thighs, something had came over her but mainly it was knowing his eyes were on her. She might not of seen them but she felt them right to her core. She felt as free as a bird as her blood course hotly and the adrenaline surge with her desire to show him her enthusiasm to please him. She now winds and flexes her slim arms, shimmies her well rounded shoulders, causing the deeply peach colored mounds of her breasts to jiggle and they begin to prance about like a spirited mare. Her long unbound hair streaming and causing her toned sleek muscles to be displayed. She lowered once more and bounces her well turned hips up and down with a hunger, then stretches out a long tanned leg whipping it into an arc in the air showing the strength and spirit in the body, wanting him to see what he had drawn out of her.
[15:22] Crow (melchior.wardell) watched her as she lost herself more and more into the dance. Her motions graceful and sensual. He could see that there was a desire in her. A fire that she had build for herself and surely searched for an escape. He noted the sweat of her effort shine upon her skin. He small beads to the chain of her dress moved to a rhythm of promise and sexual desire. He could see how wide she spread her legs as if to rip herself in two. He could only imagine the inner turmoil she might feel to the need that builded up over the weeks. “Very very nice, mine.” his voice dark and horse as he encourages. It was a shame there were no others to see her shine so bright and that for her first time
[15:34] Hinder (dirnali.muhindra) peeped but only to check she was heading in the right direction. She’d been right, his voice had kept her locked on and facing him. She practically tumbled out of the pit and dropped to her knees before him She’d released every inhibition that has previously held her back. Her body covered in beads of her perspiration twists wildly and with passion, stretching and displaying herself before him. All inhibitions had been abandoned. Heart and soul this or death was always to her destiny. Love couldn’t lie and as much as he didn’t want her to hold on to that and her devotion, he was that and now also her master, teacher, strength, weakness and teacher. She dropped her head to a spot before his feet but continued to gyrate and thrust her spent but rejuvenated body. before him. Silently begging for his touch.
[15:37] Crow (melchior.wardell) had watched her with an eye of a master. She was a true slave in her motions. She had lost herself in the sensual and sexual desires. As she approached he would be ready. He would pick her up as if she was a feather. He would sling her over his shoulder and hold her firmly there. His arms wrapping her by her ass. “Seems a slave has earned her orgasm.” he whispered to her ear. He would than turn and take her to their home.
[2023/09/16 09:29] Crow would leash his slave without much words. As he turned he only took his gladius and left all other weapons at home. Clearly not a mind that was set to murder.
[2023/09/16 09:33] Hinder had questions but none she dared to ask as he led them through the city and to a place she use to visit often. Sh didn’t dwell on it nor look around to much. He was her focus and always was of late. She came down to her knees before him calmly and looked at him with a warm smile.
[2023/09/16 09:34] Crow seated himself in one of the benches in the deserted park of Ar. They both had an eventful evening the other day. “How are you feeling?” he asks as he would look at her pose. She had come a long way. There was nothing wrong when it came to effort. But in a way he could see that there had become some level of pride over all she showed by her nakedness.
[2023/09/16 09:38] Hinder came in a little closer., still tempted to rest her chin on his leg but didn’t dare. ” Good!” she said air with an air of happiness. she’d not put much mind to yesterday A fleeting moment of curiosity swept over her face but that smile never failed. She’d of likely in the old days have twenty questions to ask in return of that one in times gone by. ” I’m settled my Master and trying my best. Some of the girls have been helpful and others not so much.” she admit
[2023/09/16 09:40] Crow arched a brow. “Hmm…” he replied to those that did not help. “I always believed that kindness shows. If they are not kind than I do not think them very attractive. ” he would wink there. “I know you are trying and from my perspective you are doing amazingly considering you are only two hands on your knees while you have been on your feet for a very very long time.” he replied to her. “I noticed at times that there is a question lingering. Even those are mine. So speak, mine. “
[2023/09/16 09:46] Hinder nods her head to him and thought back to a certain red headed slave. ” I personally never found her attractive at all…” She said before she left the topic there. The smile soon returned as he spoke so honestly with her. ” Maybe it was time and i knew.. It’s so much less complicated when the main and only thing i have to think about if you.” She then shook her head ” There will alway be questions lingering but none that truly bother me. I just ask myself if i could do better and thats all.” She told him truthfully.” But if I’m allowed to ask freely then there is one question I’d ask..Do i make you happy and your life easier, theses days ?”
[2023/09/16 09:49] Crow would often take time to speak with his slaves. He enjoyed to pick their brain and he loved to see their view on life. His was often grim and filled with problems or riddles that needed to be resolved. “Yes, you please me in many ways. I am often proud of what you accomplish even now so new in my collar.” he replied truthful. “But for some reason I believe there is more inside of you that needs to be questioned and answered perhaps.” he would beakon her closer “Tell me what you feel at the mere command to come closer?” he asks.
[2023/09/16 09:56] Hinder felt those words and was brimming with pride. loyalty and love. “it where i want to need and be..” she gave a little shake of her head. ” that doesn’t mean I’d change the past, tho. I was special and will always be. She’d gone from calm to heart racing as he beckons her closer, there wasn’t any hesitating and she moved with ease to settled between his relaxed legs. ” I feel a need and desire to be there a close as i can be. I’ve craved to feel your touch and touch you too. My heart races when i lay eyes on you and i feel weak and at times my minds out of control and i can’t think beyond your presence… Right now, kneeling here i feel the need for you to devour every inch of me, inside and out. Some things never change just grow stronger with the freedom i feel. I’ve nothing to hide anymore. “
[2023/09/16 09:59] Crow again listens with the intent to hear and read between the lines. A small grin appeared when she spoke of wanting to be touched and touch. He had seen it and yet he had seen the restrain she held upon her self. “Tell me why have you not given in to that desire? Have I not told you not to hold back?” he asks “Of course there are things on certain times just as there are things not to do at other certain times. ” he would tug the leash for a moment “Are you afraid of punishment?” he asks.
[2023/09/16 10:04] Hinder knew questions might come, it was like the good old days. ” Because…” she said coyly before she blushed and swallowed down. ” You told me not to touch and at times not been on our side. I’ve always despised slaves who demand their owners attention in public when there are important matters at hand..My need wait.. Yours matter..” She smiled before she felt that like tug on the leash and where was a pitiful moan tumbling from her lips. She felt the tension build in the pit of her core but tried to hold it well. ” It’s not easy though to fight the battle and hold back.” She admits.
[2023/09/16 10:10] Crow nodded “Perhaps I should tell you a little story. There was once a family of urts. They lived underneath a bakery. The father urt told his children never to eat the cheese. He once had eaten from the cheese and had been caught in a trap because of it. So he told them time and time again not to ever eat cheese.” he would look if she listens to the story and would follow the direction in which it went. “So one time the kids were playing hide and seek. Ant there it was – A bit chunk of cheese. The smell was devine for the two youngsters. The piece so big that they would be able to feed themselves completely full if they dared. Their brain told them not to eat and yet everything in their being were drawn to it.” he held pause. “The spoke about it and both understood they would be doing something really bad if they would try to put their teeth into it.” he grinned. “As any child … eventually their brain did no longer stop them and these two started to eat that delicious cheese. When their bellies were filled completely they went home.” he winked. “Can you tell me what happened?” he asks.
[2023/09/16 10:19] Hinder found herself still loving his stories, she always had and always would. It reminded her of the one he’d told at the Soiree. She suspected sometimes things from the past would pop up from time to time. She was enthralled, hanging on his every word. Her eyes dancing between his lips and eye as she inched ever closer to him and until she couldn’t get any nearer. ” They eventually gave into temptation and found themselves excited and seduced by the smell and taste, Maybe they became Infatuated with the pleasure it brought and addicted ?”
[2023/09/16 10:24] Crow chuckled “They did not dare to tell their father of course, since most likely they would be punished. Yet when they sat at the table for dinner their mother and father noticed them not eating. So eventually they had to tell them that they did something they were told never to do.” he watched her as she listens. He loved how she looked and knew it important to her. “Eventually they were told to show this big chunk of cheese. As they all arrive also the mother and father take a bite and learn that it was not the cheese that trapped him but a device.” he would reach out and tap her nose “Same goes for touching me or moving to find my touch. You have to learn when it is oke to find my touch. Since the touch is not the issue. It is the situation that might not be right for the touch.” he explained.
[2023/09/16 10:33] Hinder actually groaned in defeatist as she was way off the mark and there was an actual logical answer to that, not the one rolling around in her head. ” You’ve always been one step ahead..” She chuckled when he reached close to the end. Gently she eased up just a little on her knee’s as his finger touched her nose tip. She loved the simplicity of that, it was something he continued into this new era She was inching closer but at her slow and testing pace. ” There is a time and a place for everything and I’m not someone to flaunt it, unless that is what you wish at that moment .However, I’m sure many a man is curious, its not everyday a free woman takes to her knees and shows she’s contented on them with the man who collar she wears? ” She now reached up a little. ” I’ve a secret to share it’s a bold statement that the Ubar made after he complimented me for being a real woman better than any slave and more graceful that most free women hes met who’s taken to slavery. “
[2023/09/16 10:38] Crow arched a brow “A secret?” he smiled – “You do know that such is not for you to keep.” he tells her with reason. Of course he knew that she would have secrets, but it was important that she would feel that everything was his – the good, the bad and the ugly. “I need to do an errand ((eat)). I want you to dress in a way that makes you feel as pretty as you can be. There is a trunk in which there is slave jewelry and silks, camisks and such.” he would not move away from her touch and brushed some of the hair out of her face. “It is important that it is about what makes you feel at the prettiest. Understand?” he asks. [2023/09/16 10:48] Hinder nods her head.” Not my secret but his… The timing was never right we were always in company of others or…” She didn’t finish that sentence, she got on with it. ” Firstly he complimented and admired your for the years you’ve put in to mastering my heart and mind.. He admired but at times envied you and the love and devotion i showed for most of my life. ” That bit was easy. Soon her cheeks were blushing and she was warm all over. ” He said.. he said he always had this thought of bending me over the balcony in the home stone chamber and finding out just how lucky a man you were.. But now he’d not touch or disrespect you.. When he told me, it was almost like a weight had lifted.” She found herself straying from that topic as he mad that order and she felt his .” Yes my Master… ” but she was so ready to shower him in kisses and lavish him in love BUT again she held it well and gently rose to her feet and turned to leave but paused and looked back. ” I’m the blessed one my Master, i always have been.. You’re still my world and my everything.” And with that said, she’d carry herself off home and prepare.
[2023/09/16 10:55] Crow listens and than speaks: “It might be strange. But the words have little meaning. They are just words. He never gave me anything but respect. He spoke often about you to me, in a very different manner. He is a hunter. He is build to own and have. He will hunt for your heart and yet by that hunt alone – he might have lost it.” he smiled than. “We are both blessed in many ways.” he stated. He would regard her – but as he had an errand would not press the story about the urts just yet. “I will return shortly. Than meet me at the tavern. There you will show yourself in a way that you feel truly beautiful.” with that he lifted himself to his feet pulled the leash to have her in a kiss. Than he would unleash her and slap her ass playful. “I will see you in a bit.” with that he would shush her away.
[2023/09/12 12:44] Crow would have his cloak from his shoulders. Placing his blade on the familiar spot and in reach for if it was needed.
[2023/09/12 12:46] Hinder had found that quite something and even made her way through the street naked and sweaty towards home. Had he gone to the bathes, then she’d of followed but there was some relief as he heads for heme. She’d left home in quite the hurry , her notes were all over the place. The woman had been to the library and studying things that as a free woman had no need to her. Sheets of things such as dance, obedience slave positions littered the place. she Only remembered as they were there when they returned. There had been much taken in. ” I’ve to submit to you yet..my Master.. I read that.until i do such I’m not truly yours..” . She mummers
[2023/09/12 12:49] Crow would take of his braces and although he had noted the scrolls he had ot yet spoken of them. “Ah … yes there is a position. I can imagine that the position is one for those of the caste of warriors, we of the black have little need for it. But if you believe it having value … By all means.” he tells her while he awaits her.
[2023/09/12 12:58] Hinder watched his every move but knew he was at home here. It was his home with her little touch to make it comfy. She’d hear him out and then tread towards him., stepping before him as he spoke. “You’re no warrior nor were you truly a scribe.. You are one of the wisest men I’ve ever met.. Ten warriors would never compare to you.. twenty and at times i could see you as the ubar of ar.. ” Her hand was twitching to reach out and touch his chest but she held back and lifted to lay upon her own chest, over her heart instead. ” I’m yours… always have been and always will be . She is no more and i am who I’m meant to be.. Yours “
[2023/09/12 13:02] Crow would watch her as she approached. He could tell that there were desires to which she held back. Within the home such was not needed, but outside of it there needed to be control. “Words.” he replied to her. Not in teh desire to make them less to what they were, but they held nothing if what was said not truly being felt. “I am not a warrior or scribe. I am not an outlaw but an Assassin. Something that is not earned easy.” he tells her in truth. “Did you read in these scrolls that you need to be kissed by a whip to truly feel slavery.” he asks her as ever a sharp eye upon her to observe whatever went through her.
[2023/09/12 13:08] Hinder felt a sharp pang as he said ‘ words’. ” Actions.”she breathlessly replied with a quiver to her voice and tone.Already she could feel her knee’s shake, tremor and near buckle because of this. They were no strangers.She was new to her collar and not his presence . ” You were once seen as one.. ” she didn’t allow their glory an power to take over this moment. Instead, she nods her head and prepared her heart, body and mind. ” Would you like me to bring it to you my Master?” she quivers.
[2023/09/12 13:11] Crow would regard her with the intent to see through whatever she believed he wished. In a way he knew that she would already fill in his desires and how important it was to see to these. “Actions – or meaning.” he replied to her first word. He could see whatever she believed to being there. “Yes, bring it to me.” he replied to her.
[2023/09/12 13:19] Hinder was no stranger to seeings girls bringing the whip to Marlenus or Sleen as they welcomed girls into the place. She’s never understood the drive until now. Her heart raced ad her mind swirled as she waited for his reply. ” Yes, my Master..” she replied before she knots her hands behind her back and moved to the assortment of tools close by,.. She’d see this from Gen and doubted herself for a movement but once courage was found, she reached out and grasped the instrument between her teeth There was a moment where she might of dropped it and didn’t turn back to face him until it was secure between her pearly whites so as she could pad back towards him with There was a weakness but also a confidence and release in this moment but it was never her call. Her sea green lift to meet his as her emotions take over body and soul.
[2023/09/12 13:23] Crow would watch as to how she would take the whip between her teeth and have it offered to him. He would take it from her lips as he would hold it within his hand. He felt the leather in his hand. A familiar feeling when it came to it. He had whipped slaves on number of occasions. The straps that would be used to have her whipped. were taken between his fingers. Just as another day he had coiled her hair between his fingers. He would not take her wrist and have her move to the stand. He needed to see if he could have her attached while she was not facing him but the wood she would be tied to.
[2023/09/12 13:30] Hinder had no lines to read between for once.. She was slave and he was master.That offering of the whip to him, said it all. Not a single fight as he led her to the wall. He;d always been her strength and her weakness to. The woman moved and was placed upon to the posts in the room as he tossed her hair out of the way. to give ease of access.. He could bind her physically but mentally that had already begin.- There was no resistance from her. ” Yours, mind, body and soul..” She gulped down as her true emotions took a-hold.” please my Master.. ” she adds as she inhaled and prepared.
[2023/09/12 13:33] Crow would attach her wrists and ankles as to confine her to the post. He would have her hair over her shoulder to her front to have her back completely exposed. “I know you are mine, slave. In truth I know it more than you can speak of it. It is the collar around your neck. The brand to your thigh. I know you believe you have submitted and yet you have not yet truly been tested within it. ” he would move his hand in a way as the whip would be lashed out to have it snap at her back just between her shoulders. The force mild – but the leather still sharp.
[2023/09/12 13:44] Hinder had never in all her life faced a whip. She knew it was to be brutal but also knew from the ubar and his slaves saw it as a welcoming,. It was a worthy acceptance to. She didn’t fight his restraints but the emotions took a hold and were building as he spoke. like he knew her better than she knew herself. “Pl.. Please… ” she tremors as she heard the whip lift and come crashing back down on her skin. She didn’t know what to expect and she couldn’t image the pain it borough as the leather tips came crashing down with percussion upon her unblemished flesh. and leather cut though virgin skin The woman cried out long and deeply as the leather kissed her skin. her body jolts and tenses as her mind fuzzed n lst herself in that pain.. ” Thank … you.” she gasped after a long inhale and even longer exhale.
[2023/09/12 13:47] Crow could see that the first blow had hardly made a mark upon her skin. He lifted his hand again as to have the leather end get to her skin below her left shoulder. In an attempt not to whip her twice on the same spot. The force not enough to have her skin break – but enough to have the severe pain of the impact of the sharp leather upon her skin. The snap of it without warning given. He did not make her count – not have her in the known as to how many of these would be administered to her skin.
[2023/09/12 13:56] Hinder ‘s body rode up and down the cross as she was anticipating the next blow and coming to terms with the last.. She wanted to be set free and .the pain this brought to her flesh was a quick reminder. Another lash and her bound legs buckle and the pain and his power made her surrender more. ” thank….” Was all she got out as he ripped through her skin again. She felt so free yet captive physically. She found herself needing more and as he hit her the third time exactly the same as she last. ” Yours !” She cried out uncontrollably as she lost her mind.” Pl.. pl… please..” She stutters and begs as she threw her head back and knew she was at his mercy.
[2023/09/12 14:01] Crow could see the red lash on her skin. It was an art to have a slave whipped in a way that she felt the sting and yet held little to know signs of it. Crow had mastered many but the red stripe would be there for some time. He would place the whip to where she had retrieved it. He would take the sponge from the bucket with water to cool the skin that had felt the blow of the whip. “Now you know how it feels. A slave will do whatever to avoid another whipping.” with that he would release her ankles first and than those around her wrists. “You can best stay on your belly next to me. It is time to rest.” he would not question her – but would leave her with all those thoughts about her submission.
[2023/09/12 14:05] Hinder had felt pain from branding to child birth and heartache too. This, this was different and bought the tears to her eyes as her back burned. His words were all she needed to hear and through it all they soothed and settled her. The woman body left the bindings and she stumped down into a heap upon the floor. Crawling across the floor to where they wold rest. :” Thank you my Master..” She meekly lt out but her yearning for him and the lesson learned played havoc with her mind and fo curse, her heart.
Crows Murder 