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| A Portable Infirmary; [p] Seele | |
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| Seele | Thu Sep 15, 2011 9:59 pm Post #16 |
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Seele felt a rush of ecstasy at the expression of pure and utter despair from the woman. She did not seem to be coping well with the fact that she was no longer a free person, but that was to be expected. Very few mortals were comfortable with the fact they deserved nothing more than enslavement. Lyvian would doubtlessly take time to adjust to her new life. Of course, there was a chance she would never recover from this and completely succumb to depression, but that was a risk he was willing to take. The benefits of enslaving the healer were too great for him to even contemplate releasing her from his clutches. However, as soon as Seele threatened one of her patients everything about the woman's demeanor changed. The sorcerer had expected resignation or fear from the healer, but not this. In a seemingly blind fit of rage she began to charge at him, obviously intending to stop him from killing the recovering man. The elf spun away from the wounded man as she approached, jumping back from the cot in case she displayed some unexpected martial prowess or magical abilities. However, the healer seemed focused only on saving the unconscious man. Seele twirled the dagger in between himself and the healer in a defensive stance, his eyes narrowing dangerously as he prepared to cut her down. Luckily for the woman, she did not pursue him immediately so he was not forced to open up her throat. As he recovered he drew upon his reserves of arcane might, tapping into the powers that had once made him powerful enough to ascend to godhood. Oloth nindel zhah Isto, golhyrr ussta ogglinnar. The sorcer's shadow began to writhe like it was a sentient being, tendrils of darkness pushing up out of the ground and wrapping around the elf's hand. Shadow Snare! Lines of utter darkness spread out from his fingers, shooting in the air towards Lyvian. If she did not dodge the spell it would wrap around her entirely and ensnare her in lines of sizzling black energy. The magic would not kill her, but brushing up against the strands would result in a painful shock that would keep her contained. "That was not intelligent, Lyvian. Not at all."
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| Lyvian Yurrows | Fri Sep 16, 2011 5:42 am Post #17 |
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[[OOC: wow, you call that short? Lol It’s ok!! I care more about the quality of the post, not so much the length.]] She didn’t mean to look like she was going to attack Gehrin. All she was meaning to do was get to the unconscious man in time before he killed him. She never meant to make Gehrin feel threatened. She slowed down when she saw him doing some sort of spell, but she still wanted to get over to the unconscious man and help him. However, it was too late by the time she noticed the lines of darkness rushing over to her. She tried to jump out of the way of its path, but one of her wings got in its way, and the lines of sizzling black energy made its way across her entire body. All of her attention was now on the black energy. Panic surged through her, not knowing what this black energy was going to do to her. If she became infused with anything having to do with darkness, she’d lose her chance at being an Apostle of Serenity. What she was more concerned about right now however, was what this black energy was doing. She didn’t like it one bit. Since it touched her wing first, it made its way onto her back, onto her other wing, down her arms and onto the rest of her body. She couldn’t believe the shock of pain she got when she tried to brush it off of her. If she made even the smallest of movement, she got a huge shock of pain throughout her body. It didn’t help that her clothing would brush against her skin when she moved. Soon enough, tears started streaming down her cheeks as the pain was too much for her. She had never felt so much pain in her life! She couldn’t help but cringe every time the black energy sent shocks of pain through her body, and by doing so, it only created more pain. It was obvious that she was in a great deal of pain, even moreso when she fell to her knees breathing rapidly and her muscles so tense she was shaking. “There’s no need to kill him, though!!!” she yelled at him, angry at what was happening. She was afraid for the kind of person that she would become if they kept this up. Already, she could feel darkness filling her heart, wishing she could do the same to Gehrin, to make him taste his own medicine. She would be certain to not make him do this to her ever again. |
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| Seele | Fri Sep 16, 2011 3:26 pm Post #18 |
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Seele sneered as the lines of searing darkness wrapped around the woman, completely trapping her within their painful embrace. Tears coursed down the woman's cheeks as she writhed within the cage of burning energy. He watched her for several long moments before the sorcerer decided he had done enough damage to the girl for now. The elf snapped his fingers decisively, gesturing dismissively towards the healer. The web of darkness squeezed tighter for a moment before widening, making a cage that was roughly three feet in diameter. It might still singe her wings, but at least it would no longer squeeze the breath from the healer. "Relax, little one. I would like to think that you would be aware by now I do not mean to harm you... irreparably. Luckily for us, if I do any damage to your person you have the capability to heal yourself. Most slaves are not so lucky." The elf shook his head when his guards began to move forward, flicking a finger at them. Now that she was trapped in the cage of magic there was no reason to shackle her at this moment. She seemed to have lost hope already; placing physical manacles on her wrists and ankles would only further her despair. "I warned you that any sign of disobedience would result in death, if not your own... Do you expect me to not follow through on my threat, Lyvian?" The slaver chuckled darkly and walked around the web of black power, making sure he stayed out of the healer's reach. When he reached the cot he ran a finger along the cut on the man's throat. He stared at the blood coating his fingers with an absentmindedly expression before wiping it off on the man's clothes. "... Very well, little one. I can offer you some small form of consolation... if you agree to follow my further orders. I will not kill this man." He sheathed the knife, instead drawing on more magic. His own powers were not aimed towards healing flesh, but it had proven him useful to learn to mend his own blighted flesh. Oloth nindel zhah Rilbol, o'goth ussta siltrin. Dark Regeneration. A black spark left the elf's finger, coursing into the slave's flesh. The unconscious man's brow immediately broke into sweat and he began to twist and buck, crying out in pain as the black magic sealed the wound into a thick scar. Seele looked back to Lyvian, smiling unctuously. "See? I can show mercy too, healer. But do not insult my conviction again or I will be forced to retaliate. |
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| Lyvian Yurrows | Sat Sep 17, 2011 5:54 am Post #19 |
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She couldn’t stand this pain any longer. She felt like she would go mad if he didn’t make this black energy get off of her soon. She jumped slightly at the sound of him snapping his fingers, and held her breath as the lines squeezed tighter momentarily, then released her. The sizzling lines only went as far as a small box around her, and her wings were too large for the box. Each wing would come out another foot outside of the box, sending big waves of pain through her wings to her back while the black power singed the feathers off her wings. She wasn’t able to relax at all right now because of her situation, and the feathers were being singed off of her wings. Never before, had she ever felt such burning pain. She even considered shapeshifting into her werewolf form, but she now knew what would happen if she were to do that. The punishment would probably be far worse, she thought, considering her werewolf form was much more dangerous than the form she was currently in. She tried to crouch low and keep her wings folded tightly to avoid the sizzling energy, but once again, her wings were too large for such an attempt to work, and only made more feathers get singed off. That didn’t stop her from still trying, though. The tears didn’t slow down any as she kept receiving pain from the black power. She watched Gehrin as he walked around her magical cage, and over to the man whose throat was previously cut. Every bone in her body wanted to get up and save the man from whatever Gehrin was about to do to him, but she forced herself to stay put. Her fingers dug into the ground as she tried to stay still, and her eyes wanted to close shut from all the pain she was in. She only shook her head when he asked her if she expected him to not follow through with his threats. She had never met somebody so serious before. His dark chuckle echoed in her head until he said something else. His offer sounded reasonable, but he didn’t mention what his further orders are. She wasn’t sure if she could agree to something that she didn’t know the details about. Finally, she was able to get the top tips of her wings inside of the box, but the outer tips of her wings (which were more like her lower tips with her wings folded) got singed clean. The outer tips were mostly just feather anyway, but she would not be able to fly now, even if she was allowed to. The top tips were left in a bleeding, charred state from the black power burning off the feathers in that one spot for too long. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever heal from that. She gasped in shock when the man cried out in pain, but she soon fell silent when she realised that Gehrin just healed the man’s throat. If he had the ability to heal... why wouldn’t he let her go? She found it a bit confusing, but she was sure that he had better things to do than to heal anyone that got hurt. She just really hoped that he’d never try to heal her like that. She wasn’t sure if it would even work on her though, since it was a different type of healing. She wasn’t sure if she should try to negotiate with Gehrin about his offer, but at the same time, if it meant saving the man’s life, it shouldn’t matter what his orders were. She was just under a lot of stress right now, she could barely think about anything. So, she finally spoke to answer a couple of his statements. “I accept your offer, Gehrin, and I’m sorry! I won’t insult you again!” she was not meaning to yell at this point; she was just in a lot of pain, no longer from the black power, but rather the aftermath on her wings. “I’m sorry!” she repeated, hoping that he would either make the cage bigger, or make it disappear completely. |
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| Seele | Sat Sep 17, 2011 7:17 pm Post #20 |
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Seele noticed the girl was still in obvious pain from the outskirts of the magical cage, yet he did not loosen the bonds further. He did not want the healer to mistake his intentions as merciful. Lyvian needed to be reminded that in this situation, he was the master, and that she was undoubtedly the slave. Her concern for the man he had harshly healed was amusing, if not unexpected. She seemed to have given up entirely by this point, but the elf had learned that most individuals managed to hold on to a kernel of defiance for a period of time. It would be safer to keep her in pain than to release her from the web of shadowy magic. The sorcerer nodded to his men, who came forward with their shackles once more. The elf twisted his hand in a dismissive gesture. The bars of black, crackling energy faded out of existence in an instant, shooting back towards Seele's body and rejoining his natural shadow. Now that she seemed defeated he lo longer needed the enchantment in order to keep her immobile. Despair would serve that same purpose. The slavers stepped forward, unhooking the manacles and preparing to lock them around the woman's ankles and wrists. "I am glad that we have taken care of that difference in opinion. I would hate to have to hurt an innocent life simply because you insist on throwing a tantrum like a child..." The elf's lips curled upwards in a mocking smile, a flash of amusement reflecting in the depths of his golden eyes. "If you make such a mistake again I will punish you harshly." He beckoned at the rest of his beaters, sending them back to their posts around the outside of the construction site. It would not do to have one of his other pieces of merchandise escaping during the confusion. He could handle Lyvian himself, if it proved necessary. Any further insubordination would result in the necessary evil of slaying one of her former patients in order to punish the healer. Kindness was a weakness; he could take advantage of the healer's altruism to keep her under his control. The weak exist in order to serve the strong...
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| Lyvian Yurrows | Sun Sep 18, 2011 1:01 am Post #21 |
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She remained where she was, not moving a muscle or making a sound until the black power around her returned to Gehrin’s shadow. She noticed the men moving toward her right away, and she remained on the ground, just moving so that she could sit on the ground with her feet and hands in front of her. She didn’t fight the men, only because of their size and she didn’t want anyone else to get harmed because of her. She tried stretching out her wings to ease some of the pain, but it only made the pain worse. She felt a small crack in one of her wings, so she decided she’d have to keep them still until she was able to start healing them. As the men continued toward her, she listened very carefully to what Gehrin was saying. She would be certain to not have any outbursts like earlier. The results of her actions were not good. All she had to do was do as he said, and he wouldn’t kill anyone... Well, that was the impression she was under, anyway. She would have to force herself to stay calm and do as told. She already knew that would be very difficult for her. She never had to follow orders or face a deadly consequence before. She knew it would take some getting used to... but she didn’t want to stay like this forever... When the slavers reached her, she didn’t fight them. She kept her mouth shut and just let them shackle her wrists and ankles. The metal had a lot more weight to it than she expected. She couldn’t even try to lift up the shackles without bruising her wrists or ankles. She lay on her side on the ground, staring at the shackles around her wrists. At this point, she had no motivation to fight and she just wanted some time to heal her wings. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever get around to it, though, with whatever Gehrin had in store for her. She was mostly frightened because she didn’t know what kinds of orders she’d be given. So, she raised her eyes to Gehrin, watching him after the men stepped back. Now that she was immobile and unable to protect herself, her senses were high on alert. Her eyes were locked on Gehrin, but from the way that she was looking at him, he’d probably be able to tell that she was not enjoying this immobility and the lack of choices that she had. Deep down, she still wanted to do everything in her power to get away, but at the same time, she wasn’t sure how she would manage to get away, or if she could live with herself for the lives that were taken because of her. He’d surely be able to tell that she was extremely wary of her unknown fate. |
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| Seele | Mon Sep 19, 2011 4:27 am Post #22 |
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Thankfully, it seemed the healer’s desperation to escape had finally run its course. She acquiesced to the manacles calmly, if not happily. Deep in her eyes the sorcerer could see the resentment that all of his slaves harbored for the elf. It was not to be completely unexpected. During the first years of his bond with the Kyton demon Seele had been little more than a slave himself, his body and mind hijacked by a foul being in order to spread chaos and madness across the realm. He had not minded spreading such discord across Imythess, but not being in full control of his own consciousness had grown tiresome. He had eventually come to despise the demon for its control of his own form. In later years their roles had become reversed and the sorcerer had reigned supreme, but that resentment had remained until the day the demon was purged from his flesh. The power that had accompanied his bond with the demon had not been worth the price of relinquishing his body for its fell purposes. In Lyvian’s position, he would probably abhor him as well. ”Come now, little one. Do not look at me with such open disgust. I am only doing what must be done.” Seele dismissively waved his hand at the area round them, at all of the beaters armed with clubs and maces and the fettered slaves despondently completing their tasks for the day. ”You are only seeing a tiny piece of the total picture here, Lyvian. There is so much in this world that you do not understand. If you could only see the complexity of what is occurring here… Maybe then you would appreciate my actions.” The sorcerer’s eyes flashed with a combination of malice and megalomania. Once, he had spread chaos out of madness; now he did the same for a much greater purpose. Seele might no longer be the God of Darkness, but that did not mean he had given up on his goals to spread his influence to every corner of Imythess. Granted, it was much more difficult now that he did not possess the powers of a deity, but setbacks were to be expected. His slaving empire already had a foothold in three of the most major cities in Imythess: Taras, Balefire, and Cascadia. He already had operations in motion to bring both Istan City and Striberg into the fold as well, spreading his power from the icy northern reaches all the way to the searing Istani desert. Still, there was no reason to share his plans with Lyvian. After all, she was just another slave now. ”That will be all, healer. My men will take you to your room now.” Seele beckoned at Alyx, who in turn gestured to two men who were currently unoccupied. The beaters jogged over to the elf and bowed respectfully, dutifully waiting for their orders from the slaver. He was about to speak to them when he paused, glancing back to Lyvian. ”Oh, that reminds me… I must admit, our facilities are not built to accommodate for a ‘guest’ with such large, beautiful wings…” He smirked cruelly, pointedly resting one hand on the pommel of the knife at his hip. ”If you try to fly away and escape I will be forced to cut them off. Now then, do you have any questions, little one? Or are you ready to start your… employment in my enterprise?” |
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| Lyvian Yurrows | Sun Sep 25, 2011 4:39 am Post #23 |
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If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all.... Lyvian kept on repeating this in her head as he tried to tell her about the complexity of his actions. She wanted to say to him so badly that his actions were quite unnecessary. If she had it her way, she’d gather up a parade of paladins and free all these people from slavery. It was unfair what he was doing, no matter how you looked at it. The workers should be willing to do the work, and get paid fairly for it. But, who was she to argue. She didn’t know any better... She was just a healer, after all. She would never for the life of her appreciate his actions. She would see to it that he paid for his actions. He had to be fairly insane to think he could hold such a miracle worker in such a place as this. She had never seen anybody so cruel before, and once she escaped here, she’d make sure to never come across somebody like him ever again. The only thing that sucked was that she had an unavoidable weakness. She had to help anybody that asked for her assistance, regardless of their social standing, potential benefit for them, her opinion of them, or... any plots that they might have... When he said that his men would now take her to her room, she leaned up on one of her elbows, looked up at the men around her, and watched them carefully. She didn’t want to let them try anything unexpected on her. What Gehrin said next, though, distracted her to no ends. Her jaw dropped, and her eyes widened when he said that the facilities were not built to accommodate somebody with such large, beautiful wings. She could only imagine how small it would be for her, then. She gasped quietly in shock when he said that he’d have to cut her wings off if she attempted an escape. “You wouldn’t!!!” she blurted out, “That is inhumane! How could you ever say such a thing? If you know the facilities are too small for me, then you should place me elsewhere!” she tensed up right away if they still stepped toward her. Now, she was beginning to panic a little bit. Having to sleep in a space that was too small would not work out well at all. It would be very bad for her back, even worse for her wings, and she was sure that there would be other affects as well. She would be sure to do everything in her power to avoid getting put inside whatever that small ‘facility’ was. Then, she thought, if he expected her to be at her top performance each day, she would need more space to sleep. “I can’t sleep in such a small space if you expect me to have lots of energy tomorrow for whatever it is that you’re going to have me do.” She said, hoping that it would work. Her face was plastered in worry for herself right now, as well as worry for the other people here. She couldn’t imagine having to sleep in a cramped space every night. There had to be something done about this! |
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| Seele | Mon Sep 26, 2011 12:05 am Post #24 |
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Seele blinked in obvious surprise at the girl's sudden outburst. Was she really so naive as to believe he was a humane slaver? Clearly she was woefully inexperienced in the world if she believed such a conundrum was possible. The sorcerer had met with a score of slavers since the bloody coup that set him as the leader of this empire. Alyx was calm and methodical, Gared had been wild and brutal, Jabbuk had been unforgiving and violent... But he would never describe any of them as kind or compassionate. Perhaps her language of origin was not the Common tongue of Imythess and she did not truly understand the definition of the word. "Little one, the very purpose of slavery is to be inhumane. I would not be a very successful businessman if I showed these cretins the same amount of respect as I did my paid employees. Slaves deserve no kindness for their weakness." Seele glanced at the healer's wings, which still looked raw and painful from her exposure to the cage of magic. He considered using his profane arts to tear the appendages from her flesh at the moment simply to eliminate a possible avenue of escape, but decided against it instants later. Such a grievous injury might cause the woman to go into shock, which would make all of his efforts to capture her a waste. "And you had better have enough energy to perform well tomorrow, Lyvian. Or else the men you treated today will be the first to die." The elf clasped his hands behind his back, beginning to walk towards a small shack on the construction site. The slavers roughly took hold of the healer's arms, escorting her behind him. Seele made no attempt to reply to her insistence that she be given bigger living quarters. He actually had a room that would give her adequate space to live in. It had belonged to a minotaur slave that had attempted to escape only a few days ago, and therefore was larger than the normal cells and currently vacant. He opened the door to the small building, stepping inside. The shoddy shack was actually merely a cover for the underground entrance to the underground facilities his workers had built. The fighting pits would need training rooms and barracks, after all; for the moment he was using these underground spaces as quarters for his merchandise. The healer's wings would doubtlessly be too wide to allow her to navigate the subterranean corridors comfortably, but the happiness of his slaves was rarely a concern of the sorcerer. "Right this way, little one." He turned right at the bottom of the staircase, walking assuredly even though the cramped hallways were almost pitch black. Only a rare sputtering candle lit up the maze of chambers and corridors. Within a minute he had arrived at a thick door of wooden planks reinforced with iron bars. Seele withdrew a key ring from his sash and unlocked the door, throwing it open. Inside the chamber there was a single lantern hanging from the ceiling, its illumination accompanied by the heavy scent of burning fat. The floor of the room was covered in straw, that was dry even if it wasn't necessarily clean. In one corner of the room was a basin filled with fetid water. The elf stepped back, giving his men enough room to shove the healer into the chamber. Although there was not enough space for her to spread out the wings completely, she could probably extend them halfway before brushing the walls. "Home sweet home, Lyvian." He smiled as he watched the healer, waiting to see her reaction to her cell. |
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| Lyvian Yurrows | Mon Sep 26, 2011 4:35 am Post #25 |
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She listened carefully to him when he explained what it meant to be inhumane. It certainly made sense, considering that there was nothing fair about being a slave. All of your rights were taken away faster than you could blink, and there wasn’t a thing that you could do about it. She was slowly realizing just how much she regretted listening to this horrible man in the first place. It was a dirty trick what he did. She didn’t know what to think when the men grabbed her arms so roughly and pulled her along, following Gehrin. She found it very awkward to keep up with the shackles around her ankles, but the men seemed to just drag her along anyway if she lost her footing or couldn’t keep up. She would have been light as a feather to carry if it weren’t for her wings. Her wings were what made up most of her weight, from all the muscle that was in them. She didn’t say a word as they made their way down the stairs into what looked to be a dungeon. She had to keep her wings folded tightly as they went through the corridors. They still hurt and burned from the magic cage that had harmed her not that long ago, so it took every bone in her body to stop herself from crying from the pain, mixed with the pain of knowing that she didn’t have a choice in anything that happened now. She couldn’t help but let out a quiet yelp when they shoved her into the chamber. She landed on her side, since she tripped and fell from the shackles that held her, and let out a small grunt from the impact of hitting the ground. She just about gagged from the stench that filled this cell, but at least she was able to spread her wings out to nearly halfway before they brushed up against the walls. She could even smell the water that sat in the wash basin. She was sure that there was some sort of animal living here before her. She moved into a sitting position, and hugged her knees with her nose buried in one of her arms. She was surprisingly quiet, now. As she remained sitting on the floor, all she was doing was staring up at Gehrin and the men with sad eyes, and with her wings relaxed behind her. She didn’t want to complain, since she did actually get a cell that was big enough for her. She just couldn’t believe the stench that came with it... |
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| Seele | Mon Sep 26, 2011 10:07 pm Post #26 |
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The sorcerer knew he had achieved victory when the winged healer did not protest her surroundings or attempt to make one last desperate bid for freedom. The most important part of acquiring any new slaves was to extinguish their rebellious streak with the minimum amount of damage. Usually, all it took were a few examples to show his merchandise that it was much more intelligence to accept their servitude without struggling. Any attempts at escape or disobedience were met with harsh, and usually mortal, punishments. The minotaur who had previously been locked away in this cell was a prime example. The massive bovine had attempted to escape his work unit, using his colossal strength to snap his chains and flee from the construction zone. He might have even made it if Seele had not been present on that day. He had dragged the unconscious minotaur back in front of the other slaves and torn him to pieces with his magic and enchanted weapons, smiling calmly as the hybrid's blood seeped into the dirt and splashed across the faces of his slaves. There had been no escape attempts since then, but he did not expect that to last. Mortals seemed convinced that they deserved freedom. However, if they truly wanted such a precious gift, they must earn it first. "Goodbye, Lyvian. I will call on you tomorrow, little one." Seele slammed the door shut and locked it, hiding the key in one of the secret pouches of his cloak. He quietly ordered one of his men to stand guard next to the door to guarantee that the healer did not attempt to escape. After all, she possessed quite powerful healing magic; who was to say she was not also capable of casting more destructive spells? As an accomplished shadow sorcerer and archmage, the elf possessed an innate ability to sense any magic in his immediate vicinity and would likely detect such an escape attempt, but it never hurt to be cautious. The slaver walked off quickly, worming his way through the subterranean hallways until he reached the staircase. When he emerged from the shack Alyx was waiting, the bespectacled man stroking his goatee in a manner he probably thought looked contemplative. Seele personally disagreed, but he still had uses for the man and did not wish to offend him in any way. [c]"A useful acquisition, sir. Should I send messages to our clients in Balefire and Cascadia informing them of our... prize?"[/b] The elf glanced at his lieutenant, pondering the best use for the healer. It was true that there were men in both of the named cities who would be very interested in purchasing the woman. One of his clients in Balefire was notorious for working his slaves until their bodies failed from sheer exhaustion, and Lyvian's abilities would surely prove useful in his operations. Similarly, a nobleman in Cascadia was using his wealth to purchase and train men and women for a miniature army and would surely enjoy adding a medic to his ranks. "No... For now, she stays here. We need to probe the extent of her abilities so we have a more accurate estimate of her buying price." Seele gazed out over the construction site with a calculating expression, folding his hands behind his back. The excitement of the healer's arrival and subsequent capture was fading and his beaters were prodding the enslaved workers back to their tasks. "When the fighting pits are completed we will have need of a healer who can treat the victorious gladiators. If Lyvian proves herself to be skilled enough she will be well-suited for such a task. Keep a guard on her door day and night... She is permitted no visitors without my permission. If any authorities inquire as to the disappearance of a winged healer from the slums, bribe them. If one of them does not accept monetary incentives, kill them and dispose of the body." Alyx nodded in agreement and made a few quick notes on his clipboard, turning and walking back towards the small building that served as the center of operations. Seele did not join him immediately, instead watching the men and women whose lives were in his hands like so many playthings. I will spread this corruption across all of Imythess so that it might be better prepared to accept my gifts... Seele chuckled to himself and walked away, a mocking smile curling his lips. What fun. |
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| Lyvian Yurrows | Fri Sep 30, 2011 8:00 am Post #27 |
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Lyvian jumped when he slammed the door. She didn’t think slamming the door was quite necessary, but she didn’t dare comment or yell at him for it. The last thing she wanted to do right now was make him want to hurt her even more. As soon as he left, she started on healing her wings. They still hurt really badly, but now she didn’t have her backpack of supplies. She had dropped her backpack earlier when she thought that she was going to get away from here. She knew that she would have to do without for now. If he really wanted her here to perform healing spells on anybody that required help, then she would need her backpack returned to her. Anything in that bag made her job a lot easier for her. As soon as she was done healing her wings, she was more than ready to get some sleep. She lay down carefully, making sure that she wasn’t lying in a pile of dung or anything of the sort, and finally closed her eyes, falling asleep fairly quickly. Despite the stench in this cell, she desperately needed the rest. Although she was extremely nervous about what tomorrow would bring, she was more concerned about getting a good night’s rest. |
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