Transcript from a roleplay in chat:<br/><br/><br/>Sara heard footsteps ..she take the cloth and wipes his face .."Well she is not liked very much"<br/><br/><br/>He frowned, trying to understand her meaning through his foggy brain. For a long moment, he was silent, then finally mumbled sleepily, "But.. if she is not liked... why would she be afraid of me?"<br/><br/><br/>Sara, "Lisa is kinda a slut..it been said she mate any male in town... well uh.. your rather like a horse.  She giggled a bit  "Please don't tell Kate..she will give me a rat's tail."<br/><br/><br/>He blinked in surprise at her comment. It was rather forward of a lady to speak so bluntly. He would say nothing of it, however, as it was not his place to do so. This left him unsure of what he should say to her, and he hesitated, using the moment of silence to fight against the draw of sleep that still pulled at him.<br/>When she asked for his confidence, he nodded obediently, "I will not speak a word, milady."<br/><br/><br/>"I am sure Papa will free you. He always does. He can be a bear at times..inside he is softer." "You need not be afraid. I promise not to tell anyone you are here."<br/><br/><br/>"He may do so, milady... though I make no complaint of my service here. I could easily have been disposed of, as I arrived here as a useless vassal. I perhaps SHOULD have been disposed of. I will do as your father commands."<br/><br/><br/>"No, don't say that Trill..I know you hurt now..you will get better and I like you. I have never seen Kate look at any one as she does you. She barely leaves your room. She coming and I snuck in. I glad your not mad." Sara pats his arm and stands..she rused to the door and looked down the hall..she waves to him.<br/><br/>â€œIt is not my place to accomodate anger, milady. I aim to serve, and will do so wherever I am able." He blinked hard as a wave of dizziness hit him. His eyes rolled closed and he grunted, struggling to hold onto his senses. He felt suddenly empty, hollow... drained. He was dizzy, ill, and the horrid fire of pain was beginning to return.<br/><br/><br/>Kate saw Sara rush down the hall. She entered Trill's room. She is carrying plate of food and mug of cider. "Trill is Kate." She sat the plate on the desk in his room. She walked over to him. "In pain?"<br/><br/><br/>He peeled his eyes open as a new voice sounded, and blinked to find himself staring at the woman from his dreams. He'd thought her an angel. He could hazily remember seeing her a few times, and that her beauty had convinced him she was an angelic visitor who had been sent to usher him into the next life. Now, with some measure of lucidity under his command, he could understand what she was. Still, the awe of her presence did not leave him. He answered her truthfully, rather than the response he would normally have given. Nodding, he grunted through clenched teeth to fight back the pain, "Some... milady...."<br/><br/><br/>Kate looked at him concerned as she felt badly for him. "You need to eat. Your chest makes is hard to breath. Yes?"<br/><br/><br/>He gave a nod, unable to take his eyes from her face, drawing in another ragged breath as she brought it to his attention. The mention of food made the bile in his stomach churn and he felt certain he would vommit.<br/><br/><br/>She lowers the covers from his chest and places both her hands on it lightly. "I going to ease this with mana. You will feel just heat and be able to breath easier." She saw him turning pale. She quickly moved her hands to his stomach first.<br/><br/><br/>He felt heat that penetrated deep and spread through his body. At first, he squirmed weakly, fearful of her touch, but his protests were ineffectual. When the heat spread through him, he sighed and relaxed into the bedding, practically melting in place. His eyes rolled closed and he nearly drifted to sleep as the utter bliss of relief soothed him.<br/><br/><br/>Kate saw the tension leave his face and she soflty played with a few wisps of hair around his face. She takes a deep breath a her energy was taken. "I will get Allen. Your suffering too much."<br/>Kate walked to Sara's room, "Get a message to Grandmaster Mage Allen. Trillen needs him."<br/>Sara eyes were wide, "Is he dying?" Kate shakes her head, "No he is a lot of pain. I don't want him addicted to the poppy. Hurry and don't talk to anyone."<br/>Sara ran to get her mare in the stables.<br/><br/><br/>In the silence left behind by her parting, he could no longer fight against exhaustion. With a long sigh, he let go and let himself drift off, fading into unconsciousness where the pain could not find him.<br/><br/><br/>Kate returns to Trillin's side. "Allen will be here soon."<br/><br/><br/>He snored slightly as the voice sounded beside him. His head rolled on the pillow, turning toward her as one hand slid under the bedding, searching for her. He didn't quite wake, however, groaning in his sleep as the pain continued to hit him in waves.<br/><br/><br/>Kate sat on the side of the bed and held his hands. I am here Trill. Hold on. Within an hour the elder mage was by the bed. (think dumble door typical mage with lavish robe and long white beard). Allen enters and approaches the bed. "Pain is a good teacher. Lets us know how to appreciate our health." He waves his hand over the fighter's battered body. "Kate you have done well. He needs time and rest. Give him herb of Lotus, Poppy and lots of fluids. He will be craving food in 24 hours. He the strongest human I have ever seen. Summon me if any change for the worse." A very bright light engulf the room. You need to rest Katherine . You have feelings for him. Lets hope this one is like your father."<br/><br/><br/>He didn't wake as the mage arrived, though the confusion of pain and fear was colored by the sounds of voices, a burning light, and the touch of magic. He groaned again, fighting against the sleep that held him. His eyes peeled open with effort, but failed to focus on anything. After a moment of trying, his eyes rolled back once more and he subsided.<br/><br/>Allen placed a hand on Trillens' head and held it there. "Easy now lets see where who you are."<br/>Trillen's memories slowly go back to childhood as Allen reads his visions.<br/><br/><br/>Suddenly, Trillen is Rolden again. He is but a child of thirteen. He is hungry and alone, hiding in the woods.  He was trying not to cry, yet tears still trailed down his cheeks. Pushing himself off the ground, he hefted the pack beside him, and pushed on, running deeper into the woods. ...<br/><br/><br/>"Lets go back a bit further..where were you at 10?"<br/><br/><br/>There was a flash, and he was suddenly older. He was roughly 17, though he'd long since lost track. There were chains around his ankles, wrists, and neck. He was half dead, being led behind a cart, one of many men, women and children to be sold on the slave markets that day... He had no emotion left. He didn't care any more. He was defeated. Broken...<br/><br/>Under the guidance of the mage, he jerked, resisting the pull... and failed. The vision began to form, and he let out a sob...<br/><br/><br/>He was just a boy... ten years old. He was sprawled on the wooden floor of a small shack, a man standing over him. The man was large, dirty, unshaven, and holding a strap of leather in his hand, in the middle of the act of beating the child.<br/><br/><br/>Kate held him as the mage guides him. Allen in a deep voice. "These are only memories lad. A bit further.. lets go to age 7."<br/><br/><br/>The battered warrior jerked again, fighting a massive battle in his mind, putting all of his very limited strength into resisting the control...<br/><br/><br/>He moaned, jerked, and fought. Finally, when his strength was spent, he went limp, moaned, and tears leaked down his cheeks as a new vision began to form.<br/><br/><br/>Allen held the memory, "Your doing well child. Show me your vision."<br/><br/><br/>Kate wipped his eyes and cheeks. She held him to her gently.<br/><br/><br/>He was seven years old. Skinny legs were dangling over the edge of the chair he sat on, feet swinging back and forth. Full of the energy of youth, he squirmed in his chair as he finished his supper. Mother was sick in bed, father dozing by the fire. The young boy finished his meal and hopped from the table, skipping toward the ladder that led to his loft. he never noticed that a lamp fell tipped over as he hopped down. The oil spilled from the lamp and spread across the table, then lit as the flame of the wick touched it. After the boy had gone to sleep in his loft, the table caught fire. The flames spread quickly. The wooden walls were thin and dry. They burned fast. The boy woke coughing. He didn't think about his parents. He never went to save them. The guilt of it shattered his heart. The boy leaped out of the loft window to escape the fire and the man, still unconscious, sobbed into Kate's lap.<br/><br/><br/>Kate stroked his hair softly. Allen watched the vision to see if there was anyone else. "Lad.. show me your mommy and daddy alive."<br/><br/><br/>Voice thick with tears, the man spoke with the voice of a child stricken by grief. He wept, eyes still closed, and rolled his head from side to side in a gesture of denial, "I don't want to... please..."<br/><br/><br/>"I know this hard, I need to see them.. tell me their names."<br/><br/><br/>The sobs continued, growing stronger as his grief grew. These were memories that he had repressed long ago. The pain was too much. He began to crumble into grief-stricken madness as the images were pulled from him. A new scene formed in his head and he screamed, trying to escape it.<br/><br/><br/>She was gorgeous. Her hair was long, curly, flowing in the breeze, the color of straw. He had always thought his mother looked like an angel, all through his seven years of life. His father was there, laughing with them. It was the best memory of his parents that he had. The picnic had been nothing special, just a sandwhich and buttermilk shared under the shade of the giant tree in his yard. They were happy, together, and peaceful. His mother danced with him in her arms, playing in the tall grass as his father chased after them.<br/><br/><br/>Kate looked at the old mage frightened. Allen stayed with him, "That is a good boy. Tell me their names."<br/><br/><br/>He clung to Kate, burying his face in her dress, sobbing. The memory shattered and crumbled, just as his psyche began to do the same. The grief was too much. Senseless, he just sobbed, shaking his head weakly.<br/><br/><br/>Kate held him. "Shhh.. little one. You safe. It just a memory. No one will hurt you." She tried her best to comfort him. Allen gives a breath.. "It is alright Laddy. You have been a good boy. These are only memories and when you awken you will remember this vision. Rest easy your  safe. Kate is top of her class. She will take care of you."<br/><br/><br/>The weeping finally stopped as the warrior fell into exhaustion. He occasionally released a tiny sob, and now and then a tear rolled from his eye, but he slept soundly. His arms remained around Kate's body, though they were limp. He would likely not notice if she were to pull away.<br/><br/><br/>Allen left him and Kate stayed holding him as she slept. She played with hair and rub his arm as he was breathing easier.<br/><br/><br/>He slept deeply, never moving from her side. His arms remained around her body. Tiny shudders occasionally traveled down his body, twitches causing his limbs to move now and then as his dreams became troubled.<br/><br/><br/>Kate placed her hand over his head and spoke softly to him, "Trillen, what do you see?"<br/><br/><br/>His dreams were nonsense mostly, haunted by clips of the horrors he had been forced to relive. The faces of his parents, the dirty large man, and others, loomed before him. Angry words were shouted at him by all.<br/><br/><br/>Kate stoked his forehead..she closed her eyes and for a moment she saw his horrors. Then the scene fades he is in a large meadow..there are mythical creatures around him. "You safe here. I have you." Kate leads him to a stream..they follow it to a large lake..there she speads a blanket and she holds him. "Hold on to here when you sleep. You can alway come here."<br/><br/><br/>He blinked in confusion as he found himself standing beside his angel, in such a peaceful setting. He didn't understand what this place was, but knew he wanted to follow her. He did so, as she led him down the river to the lake, and spread a blanket for him. Upon seeing it, he became aware of how deeply tired he was. He was tired of all of it. He sat beside her, staring down at his lap, shoulders hunched, eyes vacant.<br/><br/><br/>"Sleep now... I will be with you when you awake"<br/><br/><br/>He spoke to her, there in on the blanket beside the lake, his voice hollow, "I... I don't think I want to... wake. I don't-... I..." He sighed, unable to find the right words.<br/><br/><br/>"You want to die and never wake. I know.<br/><br/><br/>That is why I am here and took the bad dreams at bay."<br/><br/><br/>"No... that's... not it. Its..." he sighed again, "I don't want these... memories. I don't want to be that boy, that man. I want to be the man i was. I was strong. I knew who I was, and I knew my place in the world." he never even stopped to think about what he was saying. He never realized he was speaking ot his master. His words just spilled out of him thoughtlessly.<br/><br/><br/>"Easy your fears. Here can speak and no one will hurt you. You are a man and these are much a part of you as your hands and feet. Your place is here with me right now."<br/><br/><br/>"I'm not ready for these memories... I feel like I am shattering inside. I can feel it. I'm slipping away. I don't think I will like the man I will become if these memories are released now."<br/><br/><br/>"It is all part of renewal. Your going to be strong again. You will feel a lot of emotions as you adjust. I am not leaving you."<br/><br/><br/>He turned to look at her, eyes full of the pleading of a child, "Can you take them back? Just... for a while?"<br/><br/><br/>"Your memories are yours. Put them where you wish. Master Mage Allen just opened a door. There are many door and soon you will have happy memories. I am going to make sure you do."<br/><br/><br/>"I... I don't think I want them. Not yet. I am not ready." He hangs his head in shame at his weakness.<br/><br/><br/>Kate holds head with both hands, "When you are ready they will be there for you. It was by choice he did this. It was not to hurt you."<br/><br/><br/>"You didn't know me before... You didn't see the things I did. I put those memories away for a reason."<br/><br/><br/>"Yes, you had to survive and fight for your life. Your not weak, to be alive after all these years. No shame, what you did, it was not your fault. A slave has no choices. Here in your dreams and  with me you do"<br/><br/><br/>He thought about it for a while, able to think clearly and calmly about the subject in this state. Finally, he raised his head and looked up to meet her eyes. "I want to work for you. I think there will be a lot you I can learn here. I cannot do that if I become the animal I would have become before sealing off these memories. I want you to claim me. Take them away. Please. Don't make me keep them."<br/><br/><br/>"One question first. May I know the name you were born with?"<br/><br/><br/>He responded without hesitation, trusting her completely, "I was Rolden, as a child... though that name holds no memory or meaning for me now. I made sure to have that sealed away as well. I will likely not remember this conversation when I wake."<br/><br/><br/>"You want the memories of you fights?"<br/><br/><br/>He nods, "Yes... I will use those to better serve you. It is the past that I cannot bear. The pain of my previous life... the life I lived before servitude."<br/><br/><br/>Kate hods him.."Do you not realize..I want you free..to speak to me as you are now."<br/><br/><br/>If it takes removing your childhood I will<br/><br/><br/>"It will take time, in my waking state, milady. You have my heart already, as well as my mind... but my trust is slow. I will behave differently when you are speaking to my conscious self. It is not something I can help. I promise you, though... I will be loyal. You may think me cold, but never think me disloyal."<br/><br/><br/>"It will done as you ask. No I don't think you cold. You have love in your heart..it will take time to heal and you have my trust and my heart. I will miss you for a time. Trillin I named you it will be until your family is found."<br/><br/><br/>"Then I have one last request of you... which you may think inapropriate..." he spoke hesitantly, "As I will not remember this... I would like this conversation to be for you. It may not make sense to you, but I wish to thank you for the kindness you ahve shown me. I have few options here. I can offer you only a memory to take with you. Will you allow it?"<br/><br/><br/>Kate saw him here without blemish. He was very handsome and desirable.<br/><br/><br/>When she didn't disagree, he took her lack of answer for consent and rose to his feet. Standing over her, he held out his hands, silently requesting her hands to help her stand.<br/><br/><br/>Kate took his and stood up..she looked his eyes trusting.<br/><br/><br/>He cupped a hand under her jaw, meeting her gaze for a long, silent moment of mutual honesty and trust. After this long moment, he moved closer, sealing the distance between them with a kiss. This was not a kiss like she would know from waking life. It was a sharing of thought. It was a transference of energy. Through it, she would feel his strength, his confidence, and his loyalty, washing over her like a caress.<br/><br/><br/>Kate felt her breath taken away. She had never been kissed or felt love for a man. She did not want to break it. She wrapped her tail around his waist and held him tighly. Not wanting to let go of him. She felt his love engulf her. She was holding him and kissed his lips from the bed.<br/><br/><br/>She was asleep laying fully clothed next to him.<br/><br/><br/>He prolonged the kiss just briefly, allowing the connection to deepen, then finally pulled away. His eyes were heavy when he did. He was pulling away into the deepest, dreamless slumber. With the last ounce of energy he could summon, he stroked a hand over her cheek, smiled at her warmly, then stepped back. His image faded from sight as he drifted into a deep, dreamless state.<br/><br/><br/>*****<br/><br/>Kate is just waking up and sees arms are around him. The aura of the room has vanshed as did Allen. Kate hears the door slam and sees her father out of his armor..he his in his tunic and pants. The lord of the manor has a scowl across his face, "Just what are you doing young lady? Who is this man you are embraced and lying next to. I raised you better Katherine and you better have a good reason."<br/>Kate quckly removed her arms from around the young warrior. "I do ...he was in pain and Allen was here healing him. I .. well I fell asleep."<br/>Lyons approaches the bed and his glare turns to a gastly expression. "Lad, what the hell happened to you?"<br/>Kate was about to speak ..he father frowned at her..she stayed quiet.<br/><br/><br/>He slept deeply, happier than he could ever remember being. When he began to wake, the first thing he knew was that he was utterly comfortable, both in body and spirit. He couldn'g figure out the reason for the change, but he felt... lighter, some how. He snuggled against something that was beside him, not quite awake enough yet to realize what it was, then let out a soft sigh. The slamming of a door moments later snapped him awake. He struggled against the fogginess of heavy sleep, struggling to make sense as a great man loomed over him. He didn't understand what was going on and could only react instinctively. He recognized no sign of immediate attack, but sensed that an attack would soon come.<br/>falinerogue: Bracing himself, he rolled onto his side, swinging his legs  with a massive, painful effort, to get his feet over the edge of the bed. Stammering dumbly, he tried to answer the question, though he had no idea what was going on, "Sir... I... uh..."<br/><br/>Lyons saw the scars, bruises and healing wounds on his body. "By the gods Lad. Who did this to you?"<br/><br/><br/>"Sir, I..." he rubbed his eyes, biting back the immense pain that coursed through him as he pushed to his feet. He swayed as he did so, but he managed it. "It was punishment for my failure, sir... and no less than I deserved."<br/><br/><br/>Lyons rushed to him and eased him back on the bed. "No Lad, stay in bed. Punnished by who?"<br/>The lord saw the wounds on his back and he felt queezy as anger seethed in him.<br/>Lyons shut his eyes tightly to push back his own haunted memories.<br/><br/><br/>Though he tried, he could not remain on his feet. His knees buckled as the man ushered him onto the bed, where he collapsed with a thump. The impact jarred his injuries and he paled drastically. It spoke volumes for his self control that he did not cry out. "My...." his voice faded and he tried again, clearing his throat, "my master... sir."<br/><br/><br/>Kate gasped knowing pain he was in and how much control he had to have before her father.<br/>Lyons gives a deep breath, "Your master have a name?"<br/><br/><br/>He blinked heavily, trying to clear his suddenly fuzzy vision, and nodded, "Sir... She was..." his control began to falter and he swayed, forgetting what he was saying.<br/><br/><br/>Lyons held him gently and lays him back on the bed. He carefully lifted his legs and cover him like a father tucking in a child. He gets the young warrior a mug of cider and cradles him in his arms,<br/>"Drink slowly ..get your strength."<br/><br/><br/>When he collapsed onto the bed, he was only dimly aware that he'd been moved. He knew only that he was dizzy. So very dizzy. He felt moisture hit his lips and swallowed desperately, his thirst rising to life within him. His hand raised weakly, trying to tip the cup and drink faster.<br/><br/><br/>When he collapsed onto the bed, he was only dimly aware that he'd been moved. He knew only that he was dizzy. So very dizzy. He felt moisture hit his lips and swallowed desperately, his thirst rising to life within him. His hand raised weakly, trying to tip the cup and drink faster.<br/><br/><br/>"Slowly Lad.. slowly.." Lyons was very worried.<br/><br/><br/>He sagged back against the pillow, blinking slowly in confusion as awareness returned to him, "My... apologies, sir... it is not respectful..." He again tried to rise, responding to the inner urge to obey the protocol of a slave.<br/><br/><br/>Kate poured more into the mug once he finnished it. Lyons was stronger and forced him down.<br/>"Accepted and not necessary your wounded warrior stand down."<br/><br/><br/>He could not resist the strong arms of the man, falling back with a groan. The pain caused him to jerk in a brief convulsion as his back was pressed into the bed.<br/>Lady Katherine: Lyons bites his lips, "Stay with him Katherine. Keep him comfortable. It can wait. You need me, I will be in my suite." Lyons looks the warrior in the eyes, "No duties until you are well understood?"<br/><br/><br/>He shook his head, instinctively refusing the concept, "Sir... I am well enough. I can be depended on."<br/><br/><br/>Lyons places a firm hand on his shoulder, "You will not serve me or this house until you are healed, slave."<br/>Lyons looks sternly at him, "I will be obeyed. Yes." Lyons looks at the guard in the hall.. "Captain.. being me the black case in my office. I want this man collared."<br/><br/><br/>He sighed, sagging back, and nodded. Suppressing another groan, he nodded, "Sir."<br/><br/><br/>Lyons looks the warrior slave, "You will call me Master."<br/><br/><br/>He responded instinctively, worried that he had angered his new master, "Yes, master." his tone was firm, clear, and strong, eyes just as strong and clear as he looked up to meet the gaze that bore down on him.<br/><br/><br/>"You are ordered to get well and obey Katherine. She will let me know when you are healed and we will discuss your duties then."<br/><br/><br/>Nodding once more, he felt a sinking sense of hopelessness. A useless slave was a dead slave. He knew it to be true as much as he knew he suddenly wanted to live. For years he had wished to die, but today, with the promise of the death he had craved looming before him, he found he didn't want it. Speaking in the same clear, strong tone, he responded with a simple, "Yes, master."<br/><br/><br/>Lyons expression softens, "You will not be forced to fight unless in defence. Do I have your loyalty to the House of Lyons?"<br/><br/><br/>"You have my loyalty without reserve, master. I owe you, and your daughter, my life. I will give what is asked. you have my sword, should you desire it."<br/><br/><br/>"Thank you. What is your name?" Lyons is given a slinder serpentine chain of gold with 2 fox head and House of Lyons scipted underneath. "You will wear this any man tries to sell, steal or borrow you will have my wrath."<br/><br/><br/>"My name is what you make of it, Master. My previous master called me Scythe, if that pleases you." he took the offered chain and slipped it stiffly, painfully over his head to let the pendant rest on his chest.<br/>Lady Katherine: Lyons takes a deep breath, "Scythe.. a pit fighters name.. you will no long serve for sport or anyones pleasure. You are trained in both arts are you not?"<br/><br/><br/>He had to think about it for a moment, his sluggish brain struggling to comprehend the question. Finally, he nodded, "Yes, Master. I served many duties for my mistress. Her desires were many and various... and I saw to all of them."<br/><br/><br/>Kate blinks as this was all very new to her in seeing her father as a master. "You have needs my servant, retainer and offspring are forbidden to you. You have need of release see me. I can make arrangements." Kate pretended not to hear as she began to sir around the room.<br/><br/><br/>She ate some fruit left on the plate Ann delivered earlier. This was no what she was accustom to her father speak in her presence. "Kate you may not leave. This slave in your care."<br/><br/><br/>Confusion made him frown once more. Why were his needs a concern? That had never mattered before. Besides, he had always been expected to tend to the bed of his mistress each night. He didn't know what it was like to not live this way. He couldn't imagine what his new master meant when he spoke of needs. To hide this, he simply nodded, "Yes, Master."<br/><br/><br/>Lyons walked to him and in a whispers speaks, "Mating."<br/><br/><br/>The frown only deepened. He clearly did not know what his body would do when not driven to feats of sexual servitude on a daily basis. He had never been repressed in that way. Again, he nodded obediently, "Yes, Master."<br/><br/><br/><br/>"I know the needs...arrangements will be made."<br/>Lyons places his hand on the young man's shoulder, "Kate what name have you given him?"<br/>Kate was surprised for a moment, "Trillen I call him."<br/>Lyons nods and has a pleased expression, "One who has no name.. Kate, good choice."<br/>Kate pours more cider for Trillen, "Papa he needs to rest as do you."