Gor ~ The Travel Roads
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				Title: <strong>Gor ~ The Travel Roads</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vlexia</strong> on <strong>10-04-2017, 04:03:04</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gor ~ The Travel Roads</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>craeric</strong> on <strong>10-04-2017, 08:43:42</strong>
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				Character: Hector Martos<br>Location:&nbsp; On the road to Ar<br>Concerning: Traveling<br><br>A fair sized caravan worked its way through the dusty sands, carrying food stuffs, stone, wood.&nbsp; But more importantly, Hector, who had paid to join it to travel to Ar.&nbsp; His father had little business in his small home stone, and he had to travel he was told, until such time as his father died or retired perhaps a century hence. He would learn from other masters how to incorporate arts, as a builder and architect.&nbsp; Of course it would be rare that he could find tricks to strengthen the city walls or other vital fortifications, it would be a insult to the homestone to teach him such, but any detailing or further would be valuable.&nbsp; But work was not his only reason for the long journey to Gor's largest Homestone.<br><br>It was also to find a slave.&nbsp; In Argyle, there were Kajira, as there were in every other city on Gor.&nbsp; But the selection was limited, and though some were pretty none appealed to him.&nbsp; And even more, none were of what he had heard tales of, almost a mystical slave- the Barbarian from Urth.&nbsp; He knew not where this Urth was, but it sounded a foul place, a place where men and women did not live as they should.&nbsp; &nbsp;That he had heard left the women unaware of there nature, and so incredible lusty slaves when taught it.&nbsp; If there was not a few such girls for sale in Ar, there would be none on Gor.&nbsp; And that at the time of the lovefeast- it would be his best hope.<br><br>Marching alongside the warriors, a descent and strong bloke in a scrape, Hector watched for danger as they came to the caravansary a day from Ar.&nbsp; still far, but coming so close.&nbsp; So very close.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gor ~ The Travel Roads</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vlexia</strong> on <strong>12-04-2017, 17:10:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1120.photobucket.com/albums/l498/Nybris/ec4fe494-1373-4256-a04f-15a6fecba6a6_zps7kffywdz.jpg)</div> <strong>Character</strong>: Namira<br><strong>Location:</strong> House of Gamarius the Scribe in Venna <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lodi<br><hr>"Come here, girl."<br><br>Namira had been kneeling for close to an hour on her knees, arms outstretched on the floor, wrists together, forehead down to the ground, holding such position expertly until her Master desired her enough to call her. It was his right as the one who owned her to put her in such positions for as long as she could hold them, punishing her when she fell out of it, making his spoiled and beloved First Girl cry out for mercy before crying out in pleasure in his embrace. Rising up smoothly, her expression remaining neutral even as she wanted to wince in pain, Namira remained on her knees and crawled like a smooth larl towards her Owner, Gamarius of Venna, as he reclined upon his couch, his dark skin gleaming against the blue robes that labeled him the Scribe he was. <br><br>The man's face changed little as the resplendent woman kept her face down, her long dark hair cut into two curtains on either side of her shoulders, swaying gently towards the ground. Namira wore pure red silk, wrapped around her figure like ribbons, swirled from her neck and breasts, down her torso as if hiding the gift within. Down each slender thigh, the crimson fabric ended at her calves, enticing the eye lower to catch the silver belled anklets that decorated her pretty ankles. Reaching the couch, the Kajira paused and raised herself at the waist, fanning her hair back and exposing the collar around her neck, the ever present and sweet reminder of submission and ownership, the metal link in the front when one desired to lead her elsewhere. <br><br>Gamarius was an average handsome man and lean like a scholar due to his caste. He was very intelligent and profoundly rich, however, owning many beautiful women in which Namira was in charge of overseeing and training when he was not around. <br><br>The woman pouted her lips, silently begging for a kiss, a request that was granted as the man hooked a finger under her chin and kissed her gently, pulling her on the couch with him and instructing her to feed him the bowl of grapes she had brought to him earlier. Positioning herself next to him, her back straight and her breasts against his left arm, Namira plucked the first grape, brought it to her lips to kiss the small fruit, and then fluidly placed it between Gamarius' lips for him to chew and taste the perfect ones she had found to serve him, desiring his pleasure. <br><br>They fell into a comfortable silence, knowing this ritual between them most nights led to memorable lovemaking, but just before Gamarius reached for his First Girl in order to rip the silk from her caramelized skin, there was a knock at the door that broke the spell. Balling a fist in frustration, the Scribe turned to the door in indignation, furious at the interruption, especially so late at night.<br><br>"What!?" He cried out to the door, sitting up on the couch even as Namira remained at his side on her knees, clutching at his arm.<br><br>"An important message, sir." Said the very muffled voice on the other side of the door, almost making it unrecognizable. Namira' hair on the back of her neck stood up, but she remained silent as was her duty, not concerning herself with the affairs of men.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gor ~ The Travel Roads</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>craeric</strong> on <strong>12-04-2017, 17:53:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/08/fd/82/08fd82296fd64ada18923e359cd2f4b0.jpg)</div><br>Character: Hector<br>Location: Traveling<br>Tagging: Open<br><br>As the morning dew came down, Hector stretched and rose up, walking towards the great city.&nbsp; Anticipation, and more than a little fear, echoed through him as he joined the caravan, the letter from the old master builder in hand.&nbsp; And a heavy purse of seven golden tarn disk and 50 silver, the money his father could give him to establish himself, at his side.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Hector looked up at the sun and then towards the impressive, even from the fifteen miles away, walls of the city.&nbsp; What a building marvel building such walls must have been, he thought as he walked alongside the merchants gaurds, eyes slowly adjusting to the warm heat.&nbsp; He would reach Ar proper by noontime.&nbsp; Though always a stranger, and possible threat as such, he would make his living as well as he could.<br><br>He heard the moans of the slaves that had been bought in his town as they were loaded into two wagons, chains applied to them.&nbsp; They were to be sold at the love feast, probably most of them from the side block.&nbsp; &nbsp;only two were actually formerly of his homestone, both minor criminals enslaved as punishment.&nbsp; All too soon, he would go to the auction, looking for the barbarian girl he knew must be there for him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gor ~ The Travel Roads</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dblkrose</strong> on <strong>13-04-2017, 05:58:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/28800000/Theo-Theodoridis-theo-theodoridis-28883367-308-550.jpg)</div> <strong>Character</strong>: Lodi<br><strong>Location:</strong> House of Gamarius the Scribe in Venna <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kajira<br><hr><br>The Guardsman had not been as alert as he should have been. This actually annoyed the black clad assassin who even now was maneuvering himself in for the kill. <em>"There is no sport in this."</em> Lodi thought as he slid one of his swords from it's scabbard. The blade coming free from it's oiled sheath as silently as the footfalls of a spider. The Killer would not give this man an honorable or a quick death. His lack of attention to his duties was abhorrent to the sensibilities of the Assassin. <em>"If you are paid to do a job then do it well or not at all."</em> was the lesson learned from the Taskmasters of Lodi's youth. The ones who had initially trained him in the art of taking lives. <em>"There are no half measure in the caste of Assassins... We deal in absolutes."</em><br><br>The Guardsman was being paid to protect the property and life of the Master of this home. Yet he failed to notice the flight of the Tarn or the dark figure who had dismounted it. In fact he walked his patrol lazily and uninterested to the point that someone with half of Lodi's skills could have snuck by unnoticed. <em>"Such gross incompetence must be addressed."</em> was the Assassin's mindset as his sword punch into the Guardsman's lower back. As the Man tried to scream Lodi reached around and shoved four of his five gloved fingers down the dead man's throat. The blade was driven to the hilt, withdrawn quickly, and driven back in again. Vital organs sliced cleanly in two or ruptured; spilling poison into the blood stream. Liver, spline, kidney anything to make the death as painful as possible. As the Guardsman was stabbed a third time Lodi pulled his body back so that he could whisper into the man's ear. <br><br>"We all have our purpose. You would do well to think about how you failed yours as you enter the city of dust." <br><br>The Assassin pulled the man into the shadows and quickly began to undress the body. Within a few moments Lodi the Guardsman walked the halls of the master Scribe.<br><br><div align="center">~</div><br>"An important message, sir." <br><br>The written word is to the scribe what sweet meats are to a child of Gor. If you but just dangle the treat before them they will always rush to devour it. No scribe worth his silken robes would ignore the possibility of hearing or reading something of importance. As they spend their days in literary bliss such a bounty would prove to great. At least that was what the Assassin was counting on. <br><br>"Oh come in and be quick about it." said the irritated voice behind the door. <br><br>Lodi did as he was instructed. Stepping in with his head lowered, the Killer moved fluidly through the portal and turned quickly to close the door. The room was plush to the levels of opulence. There seemed to be only two people inside which was good. One man who must be the scribe himself and a woman likely a slave attending to his needs. Lodi capture and locked their position in the room and was quickly calculating the distance he would need to cover. All this was from that simple glance as he worked to slide the bar into place that would secure the door. His other senses started to filter in more information. The smell of the room was of writing oils and parchments. Of rich candles and incents and the musk of a pleasure slave sweet and intoxicating; the scent of sex. <br><br>It was Lodi's hearing that told him that his disguise as a Guardsman was no longer effective. The sound of the slave girl's quick intake of breath as she must have spied the blood on his leathers indicated the game was afoot. Gamarius the Scribe was just starting to question the securing of the door as the restraining bar fell into place. It was all to easy to Lodi who gravely remarked in the quiet of the room...<br><br>"This was all way to simple... barely a challenge at all." <br><br>It was then the Assassin turned and in the same motion pulled both of his twin blades out from their scabbards. Stepping forward Lodi was speed incarnate, the very talent or gift honed to a razor's edge. In what could only be measured in heartbeats the Killer moved from the door to across the room and was upon them before any defense could be mounted. To his credit Gamarius had managed to rise up from his couch, throwing off the rather lovely pleasure slave in an attempt to give alarm. One of Lodi's swords ripped cleanly thru the Scribe's neck pressing forward thru the throat till the point protruded out the back. The gargled rasp of a scream rolled out of Gamarius's mouth possible loud enough to be heard outside the room but unlikely to be recognized for what it was. The Scribe's whole body quivered uncontrollably due to the sword edge cutting partially into the spinal column. The only reason the dying Master had not fallen was simply due to Lodi holding his body aloft. Blood now running over the blade itself pumped out in arterial spirts. <br><br>The Killer's second weapon was at that moment pointed towards the slave girl. It's tip a clearly issued threat to the woman if she choose to act in any way that the Assassin did not agree with. Lodi stared into the eyes of Gamarius as they begun to grow dull with life. He watched with almost childlike fascination as the last of the Scribe life force ebbed away. Then his intense dark eyes turned and looked upon the pleasure slave drinking in her beauty like fine wine. A smile crossed the Assassin's lips as he studied her appealing curves, the dark creamy skin and those trembling pouting lips. <br><br>In a voice that was far too calm for the grisly scene taking place Lodi simply said remarked, "Breathtaking." <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gor ~ The Travel Roads</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vlexia</strong> on <strong>14-04-2017, 05:41:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1120.photobucket.com/albums/l498/Nybris/ec4fe494-1373-4256-a04f-15a6fecba6a6_zps7kffywdz.jpg)</div> <strong>Character</strong>: Namira<br><strong>Location:</strong> House of Gamarius the Scribe in Venna <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lodi<br><hr><br>Namira pressed both hands to her opened mouth and silently screamed behind them as the black clad Assassn thrust his sword straight through her Master's neck, the bloody and bile coated blade breaking through the back of his neck. Gamarius had shoved her out of the way, just in case this was a man bent on murdering the entire household, a desire, if wished, could still be carried out. Namira dropped to her knees, her face caught up in terror as Gamarius' body went through the death throws, the Assassin clearly strong as he bodily hefted the Scribe up off the floor, his sandaled feet twitching before death overtook him.<br><br>The Kajira made a move to bolt towards the door, but the Black Caste Member thrust his blade in her direction, hanging the threat over her head that if she desired to do something so foolish he would be forced to make the consequence severe. The Red Silk froze, nothing on her making a sound other than the tiny gold bells around her ankles, her wide amber filled eyes taking him in with great fear just as he unceremoniously dropped Gamarius' body to the ground.<br><br>Without a word, or another threat, Namira rushed towards her Master's lifeless body, a tear running down her cheek in not only his death but in the uncertainty of her future. The Scribe had been kind to her, and she had loved him in her own way, but he was gone, and so was the life that she was so accustomed too. Turning her wet eyes towards the Assassin, she huffed with anger towards him. "You murdered him. You murdered my Master."<br><br>Just then, the door to the chambers were slammed into as guards in the household must have been alerted by something and were now engaging themselves in breaking down the barred entrance. Namira, being ever shrewd and a quick thinker, released Gamarius' body and raced over to the Assassin, falling before him and raising her crossed wrists before him in offering.<br><br>"Kill me, Master Killer, or take me with you, for if I stay I am doomed towards the auction block!" She knew a slave of a murdered Master was a bad omen to most, and her best bet would be to be sold to a local tavern, or be the chamber slave of another. She was the First Girl in this palace, the most beautiful, the most treasured, the most respected, her back hardly touched by the whip and her fingers hardly calloused from hard labor. She feared the uncertainty the block offered and thus begged for her only way out. <br><br>But now the seconds were ticking by as the men outside hacked the door to pieces with blades, increasing the attention from the rest of the household as it slowly woke up from the commotion. <br><br>Namira sweetened the offer by bowing her head towards him, her arms remaining raised up, and spreading her knees with her back arched for him to see a tantalizing glimpse of her feminine heat, enticing him with the delicacy of her beauty and nectar. "Allow this girl to please you, Master. Take me with you..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gor ~ The Travel Roads</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dblkrose</strong> on <strong>14-04-2017, 12:09:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/28800000/Theo-Theodoridis-theo-theodoridis-28883367-308-550.jpg)</div> <strong>Character</strong>: Lodi<br><strong>Location:</strong> House of Gamarius the Scribe in Venna <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kajira (Namira)<br><hr><br>As life left the Master Scribe in a final spasmodic twitch, Lodi withdrew his blade. The body drop without ceremony as the Assassin whipped his sword out to the side in a quick violent sweep to clear the deadly instrument of the blood and gore. Producing a cloth of black silk, embroidered with a Gorean flower resembling a rose, the killer cleaned the blade almost ritually while watching the lovely slave girl rush to her fallen master. He then drop it to the floor leaving a calling card of his work as a Caste of Assassin.<br><br>"You murdered him. You murdered my Master." the woman admonished Lodi.<br><br>"Indeed." Said the Black Cad calmly before the sound of something heavy slamming against the barred door took his attention from the shapely form of the slave before him. It had seemed that either the sound of the kill or the nude body of the slain Guardsman had caused some concern with the house militia. It would not take them long to gain entry into the chamber; the door, though well made, was built for aesthetics not security. It was way past time for the Assassin to fade into the night. <br><br>As Lodi sheathed his blades and turned he found the slave girl before him in the customary position of submission. Her hands held before her with wrist crossed in offering. <br><br>"Kill me, Master Killer, or take me with you, for if I stay I am doomed towards the auction block!" begged the beautiful slave. Her smoldering eyes and full pouting lips making it hard to focus on the necessary tasks at hand. In one simple move she added to the seduction by shifting her body in a way that allowed the Killer to view her more intimately. Her lithe form muscled and toned, her soft flawless brown sugared color skin and the full bloom of her womanhood thick and inviting was all on display. Lodi stood frozen for a long moment till the sound of a sword edged splintering the door behind him snapped him back to reality. <br><br>"As much as I would love to mix business with pleasure I can not..." Lodi was about to say before another hard crash almost cracked the wooden bar holding the door secure. The Assassin turned toward the entrance as his mind calculated the amount of time he had left. He then looked back into those intoxicating pleading eyes as the Slave Girl once&nbsp; again held her hands up in supplication. <br><br>Making a decision Lodi moved quickly past her reaching into a pouch and producing a cord of rope. Quickly tying one end to the slave ring at the foot of the couch he unrolled the bundle and tossed it out a window. Checking the height of the descent while testing the hold of the knot he turned to the slave girl and quickly ordered. "You wish for a new Master then you will have to earn him. If you can keep up with me as I make my escape then I will have you. If not I will leave you to your fate. I would suggest that you quickly find the key to your collar and perhaps something for your hands because a rope can bite as deep as a blade." Lodi slid out the window with practice grace taking the rope in his gloved hands. "Now hurry my pretty little Larl because when that door comes crashing down... I doubt you will have a choice in what happens to you."<br><br>With that the Black Clad Assassin disguised as a Guardsmen disappears from view.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gor ~ The Travel Roads</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vlexia</strong> on <strong>16-04-2017, 22:15:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1120.photobucket.com/albums/l498/Nybris/ec4fe494-1373-4256-a04f-15a6fecba6a6_zps7kffywdz.jpg)</div> <strong>Character</strong>: Namira<br><strong>Location:</strong> Running through the streets in Venna <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> The Assassin that has killed her Master<br><hr><br>A choice? The Assassin was giving her a choice? <br><br>Namira' gave flecked towards the door as it was being broken down, precious seconds wasted as the Black Clad man anchored a rope on the nearby couch and tossed the excess out the window. A challenge was issued, one that was made clear that she was not the only lovely thing in the city, nor was he overly impressed. What -would- impress him was her ability to keep up with him, to escape and show her smarts and ability. <br><br>Quickly glancing around the room, her dark eyes landed on the body of her former Master, and rushing over she pulled apart his shirt, her fingers quickly shaking and becoming sticky with his blood. She found the silver chain around his neck that held the key to her collar and Namira slipped it from around his shattered throats and pulled it around her own. Next, she remembered his words for something to protect her hands, but by that time the door was splintered, and turning in panic, the Kajira spun and slipped, smacking upon the floor as the blood had made the tile floors slippery. The woman gasped in fear and agony, almost sobbing in misery as she was now covered in Gamarius' blood. Scrambling to her feet, she slipped over the windowsill just as the guards crashed through, and turning over her shoulder, she made eye contact with one of the men just before grasping ahold of the rope with both hands and slid down. <br><br>The pain that sundered through her mind finally pressed the tears from her eyes as fire exploded in her palms, ripping the soft uncalloused&nbsp; skin from her sweet little hands, making them burn. Her feet slammed against the ground and she made a soft pitiful sound before turning her head to see the vastly disappearing Assassin as he ran off.<br><br>"Wait..." she whispered, looking up and seeing the guards peering over the window looking down at her, and when she saw a leg curl over to follow her, Namira broke off in a panicked run in following the mysterious murderer. Pumping her hands as she sprinted with great speed that was fueled by fear, the Red Silk followed her desired Master from afar, her long hair flying behind her brown shoulders, following him through the streets, watching him turn a corner and rushing around only to crash straight into a hard chest, almost falling back due to the opposite reaction of physics and stopping so hard and instantly.<br><br>It was him. It was the Assassin. Had he paused to wait for her? Or was he hiding? It mattered naught to Namira as she threw her arms around his neck, kissing him lightly and instantly on his mouth with her sweet flavored lips, her blood soaked silks against him and her disheveled hair making the scene as macabre as it would be with a true killer. "Master, my collar is yours." She whispered, her sexual nature and need to be pampered and desired overpowering the pressured situation they were in. "Where are we to go now?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gor ~ The Travel Roads</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dblkrose</strong> on <strong>21-04-2017, 00:28:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/28800000/Theo-Theodoridis-theo-theodoridis-28883367-308-550.jpg)</div> <strong>Character</strong>: Lodi<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Streets of Venna <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kajira (Namira)<br><hr><br>Her kiss was ambrosia, sweet and richly flavored. On it's own Lodi's tongue met the amorous slave girl's and dance briefly before the Assassin gained control of his sudden desires and withdrew from those luscious lips. <br><br>"Master, my collar is yours." She whispered, a low sultry plea followed by a questioning one. "Where are we to go now."<br><br>The Killer looked into the woman's face, unable to hide the smirk at her boldness. She had, indeed, managed to keep up with him, though he would've had to admit that he didn't make it as hard as he could have. For those of the Assassin Caste could, like shadow, vanish in the light of day and remain undetected for quiet some time. Still he could see possibilities in this one, though he suspected she was more spoiled than she had any right to be. In his studies of his target Gamarius the now dead scribe, there was mention of how he had lavished much affection and difference on one particular slave in his house. Most likely the same comely wench before him. <br><br>"You presume much slave... " The Killer admonished, "I have not collared you..." <br><br>Then roughly Lodi grabbed the Girl, lifting her off her feet and pulling her to his chest in a one arm embrace. Spinning to left, in one fluid motion, he carried both the slave and himself into a small divide between two buildings just barely wide enough to fit. Lodi side stepped once then twice, the cramp dark corridor becoming even tighter forcing their two bodies together. Before the Red Silk could make a sound the Assassin clamped a rough callouses hand over her mouth and turned her head so she could observe the opening. Guardsmen,&nbsp; in&nbsp; a rush, ran by mere heartbeats later; so forward in their pursuit they had not spared a look into a shadowy crevice where Lodi and the Slave Girl hid. About half a dozen armed men sped off in the supposed direction of escape and then the street was quiet with the exception of a normal passerby. <br><br>The Black Clad removed his hand from the woman's mouth only after the danger had past, yet he didn't move to extract himself from their tight quarters. Lodi instead closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation of the slave girl against him. Her silks did little to mask the vibrancy of her body. The Karjira's still heaving chest rising and pressing the fullness of her breast against his him. Looking down Lodi admired what might now be his property should he choose to collar the girl if not her exotic brown skin and insanely lovely features would fetch quiet a sum of golden tarns at the markets.<br><br>"What should I do with you, my little brown skin larl." Lodi said rhetorically. As he ran a finger down the side of the slave face, down her neck and across her shoulders. "So soft yet you dare to be tough enough to be my slave." The Killer said again. It was then that he noticed the blood stained fingertips of the girl and reached for her hand. Bringing them up so he could see better in the gloom of the divide he examined the tortured palms that still bleed from what must be very painful rope burn. Lodi tsked, looking at the woman with feigned disappointment. "I did warn you." Yet the Assassin had to applaud the fact that she had not spoken of her wounds at all. She bore the pain as a slave should in silence as her discomfort matter not to the whims of free men and masters. Lodi brought the girl's hand to his lips and kiss them staining his own lips in her blood before turning at a sound from the street. <br><br>"We shall be away and quickly but first you will need to clean and dress your hands before you catch an infliction. How will you serve me my little Larl if I'm force to cut your hands off." Lodi started to move them both towards the entrance of the not-alley. Pausing only for a moment to check the street for possible threats then disgorging themselves into it. Taking the slave by the wrist he starts to make his way down the streets Venna looking for the mark for the caste of physicians. <br><br>"And now I will also have to spend my coin in getting you some new silks. If you are going to be my slave you will have to be much better in keeping yourself clean." The Black Clad turned grabbing the pretty face of his property forcing her to look down at her blood stained visage. "Seriously woman... you look like you just killed somebody. If you fear the slave whip see that this never happens again." <br><br>Again the Assassin was off still holding the slave girl close to him forgoing the custom of allowing her to remain a few paces behind him as he wished to hide the fact that she was covered in blood. As the pair quickly searched the streets of Venna for what they seek, keeping to shadows and watching for pursuit Lodi finally asked, "So before I tore out the throat of your old Master... what did he call you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gor ~ The Travel Roads</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vlexia</strong> on <strong>27-04-2017, 18:04:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1120.photobucket.com/albums/l498/Nybris/ec4fe494-1373-4256-a04f-15a6fecba6a6_zps7kffywdz.jpg)</div> <strong>Character</strong>: Namira<br><strong>Location:</strong> Running through the streets in Venna <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> The Assassin that has killed her Master<br><hr><br>"Namira." She answered in a whisper as he all bit dragged her through the streets, clearly seeking something specifically. Her silent and bare feet treading softly upon the dirt roads, keeping up with him in smaller and faster steps as the Assassin hadn't longer legs and thus longer strides. Her golden eyes flecked back and forth in fear from his words on her bloodied silks, thatindeed if they were found all he would have to do would be to say he found her like this and it would be the word of a free against the word of a slave. "He gave me the name Namira when he made me a Red Silk."<br><br>Turning and dodging in the dark shadowy streets, expertly avoiding the guards, the Kajira figured out quite later that he was seeking aid for her hands, more specifically a physician, their green colored caste members who honored the sick at any hour. When they found the darkened building, this physician choosing not to have guards for hire as he was an older and gentle man, it was no hard task for the Black Caste Member to pick the lock and enter without a single noise. Namira gasped, scandalized at his actions, her eyes wide in shock and horror but reminding herself that she had begged to belong to him, and if she desired to wear the black silks of a woman owned by an Assassin, she needed to get used to the darker world of the most feared caste.<br><br>Closing the door behind him, the man motioned for her to remain silent as they crept to the bedroom, a single candle in an adjacent room where the elderly physician slept. He awoke with a blade to his throats and instructions to not scream and alert the guards, a command he obediently followed when he saw the black clothing and the bloodied slave.<br><br>"Tal, Master Physician." Namira whispered obediently and to display her health and lack of injury, which put the man at ease. Kneeling down on he really knees, she placed her forehead to the floor briefly before sitting upright, eyes cast downward as the men conversed about what they needed. She heard coins exchanging hands before her hands were raised and appraised, cleaning and spreading with a balm and then wrapped up. A wrapped robe was also purchased, something to cover what she wore so as not to attract or even unneeded attention, but the man had no silks of his own as he owned no Kajira of his own. "Thank you, Master." Were her final words of submissiveness before the Assassin disposed more coins to the old man for his silence and then pulled Namira from the door and outside to the streets. <br><br>More dodging and hiding occurred as it seemed they were heading to the inner most tower of the city instead of the outside gates. This confused Namira who frowned and began to question the man's sanity. "Where are you going?" She asked, a degree of irritation in her voice as she assume do he had a horse, or at minimum would try to outrun the guards on foot. "Why are we headed this way?"<br><br>Suddenly, someone saw them from a distance, an oddity at this hour and a cry was raised as they entered the highest tower with its spiraled staircase, whirling up the flights like a cork screw, panting and running, fueled by adrenaline as armed men and guards begam to run and barricade the bottom door after sending a group up. Namira was beginning to panic, wondering if this man was bent on committing suicide after this recent kill and hence why he was so welcoming of her to come along with him. She started to slow down with these mental distractions but was yanked forward with a grunt to keep moving. When they reached the top, she was exhausted, and stumbled forward on the windy upper rooftop of the tower as the man behind her locked the door. "What.....what are....are you mad?" She fumbled between breaths as she frowned and looked around the empty terrace. "You have trapped us?"<br><br>Just then, the Assassin took out a whistle and blew, and seconds later Namira heard the massive flapping of wings behind her. Turning with wide eyes, she saw for a brief second the massive tarn that was summoned by the single note of its Master, its huge wings outspread, talons outstretched as if to grab her, and her scream was caught in her throat as she raised her hands up to hide behind them before falling to the ground in a faint. 
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