<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Kairon</strong> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=334888)</span><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v180/aeriyon/FATE00000001-1.jpg)</div><strong>HP:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>AC:</strong>31(flat 27, touch 14)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Normal<br/><strong>Effects:</strong>Mark of Nessus Effect (permanent), True Seeing (Permanent)<br/><br/>------------<br/><br/><strong>Ghetto of Chattels, Menagerie Square/8 am/ Matrons that respond to the messages</strong><br/><br/>Amongst the hustle and bustle of the slave market with slavers constantly coming and going or servants trying to clear ways for their mistresses and over the moaning of imprisoned slaves a group of bounded, hooded and chained captives passed.  Being led by a tall male and trailed up by an absolutely gorgeous young woman that bore a whip and was using it to drive the cloaked and concealed captives forward.  He would proceed through the square to the center of it, and would begin to line up the captives, dividing them up by groups. Prodding them along with a black bladed longsword with gleaming green runes along the center of the blade and a black diamond set into the pommel of it.<br/><br/>"Now go take these missives to the matrons to inform them of the special slave auction two days hence." he said to a group of imps that fluttered up from the captives and hovered before him. "Be polite, I dont' want to hear about you being banished your rudeness." He said firmly.<br/><br/>The 5 imps nodded and accepted the magically shrunken scrolls, which could be resized to normal by smacking them against a hard surface lightly.  The imps would flutter for a moment. "Yes Master Kairon." they said and fluttered off, magically guided to where they were going.<br/><br/>The beautiful woman holding the whip would lay about a particularly active captive with a sharp crack tha momentarily rang out over the din. But it didn't attract attention since it was so regular here.  "Move you pathetic retch." she commanded them.<br/><br/>"Not too much damage now dear Brachina..." Kairon said to the young woman in a kind of purring voice that had an almost irresistable authority to it.  "These drow like to do that themselves, we wouldn't want to devalue our own merchandise would we?" He said, sheathing the blade that emanated a strong evil aura.<br/><br/>He stretched out waiting for the imps to return and began to make his preparations for it.  His large red and black-tinged feathered wings splaying out as he did. His presence was quite powerful and yet devilishly alluring, for he was an Erinyes; and from the intense aura of authority and command he had: one of the servants of Asmodeus himself.  Kairon practically bled authority and utter confidence.  Some of the lesser slaves that passed by paused for a moment, feeling the need to supplicate themselves to his authority before being whipped again and hauled away.<br/><br/>The captives currently were hooded, cloacked and the chain binding them concealed them from attempts to divine their race or class. But he wouldn't show up here without a very good selection of them, the hellhounds he brought with him were staying particularly close to two of them though. A sign that they might be strong themselves or possibly dangerous.<br/><br/><strong>Same/9:15am/ Any in area</strong><br/><br/>An hour after he'd sent the Imps out with their missives, all but one had returned carrying the same message: that the interested matrons would turn up for it two days hence. It was just enough time to prepare the more exotic ones and do some business with the extras; he reserved THOSE for later. But at his command, his assistant would jerk the hoods off of about 75% of the captives. Revealing he had a good dozen humans of various heritage, about 8 Duergar whom were chained to 2 surface dwarves for their own torment, and 6 surface elves of varying subraces including one Avariel.<br/><br/>He'd then formally announce that these revealed captives were up for "sale" to whomever had the highest offer, they all looked physically alright save for a bit of malnutrition; most were males but there were a few females in the group as a whole.  The dwarven races wre particularly quarrelsome amongst themselves and would probably come to blows if released; which might make for an interesting spectacle as well.