Tyora should have listened to Il’Yanwe before she headed out on this shift on order from the Rangers.  Her wife had said that she felt like something bad would happen if Tyora boarded the ship as a guard for some of the cities wealth.  She hadn’t been able to saw what, or who, just that something bad would happen.  The situation she was in currently would definitely fit into the category of ‘something bad’.  Her arms were chained together at her wrists with thick manacles.  Another chain ran through the ring in the middle of her bindings through a ring hammered into the floor and connected to the bindings of a second captive, and them to a third.  All within what looked like a cabin on this pirate ship.<br/><br/>It was just pure dumb luck that the fucking pirates had even gotten her without a fight.  Their first cannon shot to put fear in the hearts of the merchants on her ship had been lucky.  The debris had had a few lard chunks of wood flying in it.  One particularly large piece of railing had been lucky enough to strike her head.  In all it was not the most dignified way to be taken down, a complete embarrassment for an elf as old as her.  That would be a story she would not tell her children if and when she had any.  At least not unless she wanted them to laugh at her embarrassment.<br/><br/>She had woken up chained in the hold with some of the very few survivors of her merchant ship, as well as most of the gold and other valuables from the ship.  Her armor was in that pile, but she could not find any other pieces of her gear.  And even more so, she wasn’t able to spot her lifelong friend and companion anywhere near when she woke up.  It was later when she noticed little Uuranor hiding among the pirate spoils.  The smart little serpent knew it would not be good to let the pirates know he was there.<br/><br/>Of course he was tempted when one of the pirates had come down to enjoy some of the ‘spoils’ of their latest raid.  He had seen what that meant previously on one of the other women that had been on the elven ship.  And he was determined to not let the rape happen to his master.  But before he had been forced to help, Tyora had dealt with the problem.  She had faked being asleep when the young pirate came down and advanced on her.  The key need for an elven hunter was patience, and that was something she had.  She waited as he chuckled evilly, obviously drunk from celebrating.  It was when he first touched her that she struck, opening her eyes, and then legs before pushing up to close her thighs around the pirates head, his face planted right up against her crotch.  Before he could react and locked her legs behind his head so he could not escape.  With a violent jerk of her hips, the pirate’s neck snapped and she pushed him away.<br/><br/>Some of his friends found his body laying at her feet and they all beat her to within an inch of her life before the Pirate captain stopped them.  He decided to have her join the two he already had in his own cabin, where she should have been from the beginning.  With that she passed out.  That was how she ended up here, waking up in the cluttered mess of the captain’s cabin, chained to the other two, with her body covered in bruises, and her cloths torn to the point of being useless.  Her clothing didn’t even really cover her modesty anymore as if she turned just the wrong way, her breasts became in view.<br/><br/>The cabin itself that she found herself in was not impressive unless you considered the amount of random useless trash he cluttered it up with.  A couple skulls hung on the wall, probably from sea beasts he had killed, or had taken from someone else.  One above the door looked like it had come from a rather large shark as it looked like the jaws.  Another looked like a full half skull of a large reptile.  Looking around more she could see jeweled weapons, random sheets of cloth, and a large table at the back of the room that, resting on top of was a small pile of gold and jewels as well as half a dozen maps.  Among this she saw her pouch that was opened to have spilled her enchanted gemstones and gold. Looking around she also spotted her bow and daggers in another pile of spoils.  They were some of her most valuable things.  At least when she was studying the skulls she noticed the glowing eyes of Uuranor in hiding.  As least he had found a place to hide.<br/><br/>Speaking of her companions, she had studied them a bit before she learned who they were.  The one who stood out most was Sirka.  Tyora identified her as a fire nymph immediately.  The young girl was more than likely going to be sold as a slave to someone to keep as an exotic pet… if the captain of this ship didn’t keep her himself.  Tyora had only seen another fire nymph on one other occasion, and that was right before she died.  This one was much cuter.  Though she couldn’t remember seeing her on the merchant ship, so where had she come from.  She never got the chance to ask that question.<br/><br/>The other was a male elf, Vhaern, a smith that had been on the merchant ship with her when the pirates had attacked.  He was only a little over half Tyora’s age, but as Uranor had said on one of the few occasions he came out of hiding from the pirate captain and his warlock lover, much stronger in magic than tyora was.   He pointed out his weapons were here somewhere in the pile as well.  Tyora was thinking he had been separated from the rest of the few survivors by the warlock as her own little prize for this voyage.  Maybe?<br/><br/>Other than those first waking observations, and some small talk between them while they were left alone.  Tyora spent most of her time slowly using the magic stored in her tattoos to heal herself.  She needed to be ready to escape when they reached a port. Though like Uuranor, when the light chocolate skinned warlock woman, Tyora purposely didn’t use her magic, or try gathering any into her tattoos.  No reason to give away what they were.    Uuranor made sure to always warn Tyora when she was coming before hiding again.  He could feel her dark magic approaching every time.<br/><br/><i><span style="color: red">“My bonded.  The Lady off Darkness approaches.”</span></i>Uranor called down into Tyora’s mind before he curled up inside the lizard creature skull to hide from.  The other two heard nothing but hissing before he fell silent.  It was a good thing he did give the warning as she had been focusing magic into her tattoos to replenish her strength when he gave the warning.  Immediately Tyora stopped channeling magic into her tattoo’s gemstone dust, and they stopped glowing.  Instead she looked up where the dark smoke appeared and the dark skinned woman appeared.<span style="color: green">“Oh joy, the captain’s whore graces us with her presence.”</span>She hissed up to the woman in the common tongue as she sat there, her legs curled under her in the most comfortable position she could while chained here on the floor.  Every word she said obviously meant to be an insult, though she knew she really should shut up.<span style="color: green">“So to what to we owe this pleasure?  Your lover not man enough to try breaking me again?”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>