Path of Fate (Stormwyrm & Haikuoftears)
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				Title: <strong>Path of Fate (Stormwyrm &amp; Haikuoftears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>15-11-2016, 14:16:23</strong>
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				Palanthas the beautiful, that's what they called the city; with its streets teeming with trade and its outskirts full of potential, in the land and its people. Palanthas the protector, the bastion of hope for those in solamnia, far from the divine cradle of Istar. Knights walked the streets among the people, the guard in equal measure. Here, hope gleamed just as brightly, honor fulfilled, but it wasn't home.<br><br>Home was the coast, battered by the winds from the sea, bringing with it life and renewal. Home was the deep seas and it's mysteries, with water of every color and every taste. Home was where the heart is; of a beauty with blue skin and a smile framed by platinum hair, of arms cradling a moppet that tagged after wherever little ones could be allowed. Palanthas was not home, and yet honor demanded him to stay.<br><br>He had come to Palanthas on his own two feet, after the kindness of the strangers that he had succored him brought him by barge along the Vingaard river. Battered and hungry, he continued on, with the scent helping that that had sent along with him. He was not meant for this land, with its mountains and forests and coarseness. His feet ached for the moss and the sands of the isle, but here was the only place he could seek help. So he had come.<br><br>He had come as a supplicant, wrists and back still bearing the marks of a slave, begging not for his freedom but those he had been forced to left behind. His mate, his child...and his wife's halfblood sister. He came to beg the knights when the army, when the guards refused to aid him, desperate for any help left. He had explained how their tiny village was raided by slavers, stealing each and everything as if reaping grain ripe for the harvest. First it had been the men, sold at auctions held in places where to sun didn't shine, taken to houses and mines and arenas to die. <br><br>Then it had been the women and children, he had seen then, trickling in at first, one or two among many, then lines of them strung along as they her herded to the underground holding pens. Each one sold, auctioned, given away as gifts, until he was sure noone had been left in their village. He had told then that the last he knew before he was to be sold was they have been taken to knightlund, away from the eye of qualinesti and istar. <br><br>He talked until he couldn't anymore, begged until hope was frayed and his dignity shredded. Save them, he said. They sent him off with a promise of aid...but it had been so long since he escaped, and now another week had passed with him nursing his drink until he could bring his pleas to the audience of knights again. Hope was wearing thin. Hurry, he heard the wind. Hurry, hurry, hurry.<br><br>---<br><br>The sun never reached this place; thick stones muffling sounds even from the neighboring cells. Each one packed with so many noone could lie down to sleep...not that sleep came easily. The dank cells stank of old blood and sex, of despair and death. The only light that reached them were the smoky torches that lined the walls, the echoes of guards a steady counterpoint to their heartbeat. Heel to toe, over and over till it was ingrained in their bones. Here, hope came to die.<br><br>The creature that huddled in the dark stared at the shadows the light cast, until it's attention was drawn back by a soft coughing of a child. A soft whisper tried to soothe it, as the form cane closer, hushing softly to place a hand on the smchild's forehead. "Her fever's worse, Lorelai..." Came the soft wail, a mother fearing for her child. The woman, for it had been a woman that had come closer touch the mother's shoulder and the child. "I'll ask again, Althea..." <br><br>The form stirred, rising painfully to her feet to shuffle into the light. A slender arm, pale, almost like well creamed coffee slid between the bar, palm out, scars where the webbing had been sliced away by the slavers. Too different to be a full blood, to freakish to be human. "Hello? Please....my niece needs a heale--" a sudden crack of metal against metal sounded from the room ahead, heavy boots stomping towards them. The figure, still hidden by the shadows save for her arms bravely stood her ground, as one of the slavers stopped in front of them. <br><br>The man was odious to say the least, though he wasn't fat and oily...indeed he would have been called handsome if not for a cruel sneer readily on his lips, and eyes that betrayed a sadistic soul. He peered into the cell and chuckled, the butt of his whip cracking against the bar again. He leaned closer, forcing her to step back in fear. "You best keep your halfbreed mouth shut, slut. There will be the block today. Pray that whore beside you and it's welp-" he nodded towards the mother and child "is bought by a master that would want his playthings healthy to begin with. Perhaps she'll get the healing she deserves." He chuckled again, the sheer more pronounced, turning to stare at the shadowed form.<br><br>"As for you...I'm sure someone would find you exotic enough. We might even sell you off today!" The cell doors opened then, burly guards grabbing, dragging captives out to lead them upstairs where their futures awaited, out into cages that lined two huge walls, one in each. There was more light here, to better see the merchandise.<br><br>Different to be a fullblood; with her hair a green so dark it was almost black, eyes the pale aquamarine of sea foam. She was small for those of if her kin, merely five foot five inches, a heritage from her mother. As well, her body curved outward instead of the sender dimernesti, earthy like a favorite human concubine. There was still the telltale signs of her difference, the small gills behind her ears, and the scar where the webbibgs of her fingers had been removed. Lorelai, she was called. The siren. The slaver sneered. "You'll fetch an acceptable price, halfbreed."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Path of Fate (Stormwyrm &amp; Haikuoftears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormwyrm</strong> on <strong>17-11-2016, 07:36:47</strong>
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				Gareth Bloodrose stroked his moustaches as he made his way to Lord Aynkell Soth's chambers in the town house they had here at Palanthas. He was a young Knight of the Crown, only twenty-four years old, recently elevated to the Knighthood, whose family had been long attached to the House of Soth since the days of Vinas Solamnus. He knocked at the door, and was bade to enter.<br><br>Aynkell Soth sat at his desk. He was a large man, heavily built with a square jaw, but unlike most of the Lords of Solamnia he was not a Knight, and wore a full beard that was beginning to grey. "Ah, Sir Gareth, come, sit."<br><br>"You called for me, your Lordship?" Gareth said, as he had a seat before the lord's desk.<br><br>"Yes, yes. I was at the council this morning and a matter has come to my attention. A Dimernesti elf, bearing the marks of recent slavery, has presented himself before the Knights and requested our aid in the matter of his family, which was taken from their village at the coast by a notorious gang of slavers. According to the sea elf the slavers have a base of operations near Kalaman, so they are a stain upon the honour of the House of Soth and all who serve it. For our Honour, I charge you to extirpate these slavers, and rescue as many of the slaves as you can, especially the elf's kin."<br><br>"Just myself, sire? Surely, there are more experienced knights who would be able to take on a mission such as this?"<br><br>Lord Soth sighed. "Alas, you must know of our ongoing dispute with the Kingpriest, and now things have escalated to the point that His Holiness Beldinas has sent the Istaran navy to blockade Kalaman! All of our other knights are either in Istar attempting to reach a diplomatic settlement with them, or engaged in defending our merchant ships from the blockade." The lord sighed. "I will have my stewards write up bills of exchange that you can use to obtain whatever funds and resources you feel you need."<br><br>"I understand, Sire. In Paladine's name, I shall bring those miscreants to justice and save their victims. <em>Est Sularus Oth Mithas</em>!" Gareth saluted.<br><br>"Now, Loren, say goodbye to Sir Gareth," Lord Soth said, and a boy of thirteen who was watching the courtyard from a window behind came up to Gareth, and saluted.<br><br>"Ah, Master Loren, I fear that our game of khas will have to wait until I get back. You will have Master Adrius to continue your sword training."<br><br>"But he is not even a knight, Sir Gareth!" the boy protested.<br><br>"Ah, but he is more experienced and his skill in swordsmanship is such that he has much to teach even me! I will not be gone long. Now, salute, the way I taught you."<br><br>"<em>Est Sularus Oth Mithas</em>," the boy said gravely, making the formal salute of the Knights of Solamnia.<br><br>"<em>Est Sularus Oth Mithas</em>," Gareth returned.<br><br>"While my stewards prepare your supplies I suggest you meet the sea elf in the Shaggy Seadog Tavern near the pier, and get the story from him yourself. His name escapes me at the moment but I do not believe you will have any difficulty finding him. There are not many Dimernesti in Palanthas."<br><br><hr><br>Gareth made his way to the tavern, which was a dilapidated building of questionable reputation. As Lord Soth said, the elf was not hard to find, with his blue skin and silvery white hair. "May I sit here, my good elf?" he asked, and he called for the barkeep to serve them both a pint of ale.<br><br>"My name is Gareth Bloodrose, Knight of the Crown, and my Lord Aynkell Soth has heard your pleas for help. The existence of the slavers upon our lands is a stain upon our honour, and he has charged me with extirpating the slavers and liberating their captives, most especially your family. Please, tell me your name and your tale."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Path of Fate (Stormwyrm &amp; Haikuoftears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>22-11-2016, 15:19:46</strong>
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				The Shaggy Seadog tavern sat near a crossroad like a surly uncle, staring out towards the docks and the waters while the world passed it by. It had once been painted white, with its door and window frames a blue from the shells of some sea creature, ground up into a paste and liberally applied. It had been a sight when it was first opened, with the streets swept and the tables smooth, it had once been popular to traders and knights alike.<br><br>Now the Shaggy Seadog had seen better days; the white more gray and almost brown in some spots, and the blue faded and bald in patches. The street was still well swept, but it could not completely removed the smell of stale ale and old cabbage in the air from the moment one came inside. Even the tables were pitted, the grains dark from all the food and drink spilled through the years, despite the tavern keeper’s perpetual wiping.<br><br>And at the time of day, the tavern was practically empty; a trio of older men playing black dots at one of the tables, tankards of ale and the remains of their meal off to the side; what looked like a sailor slumped over, asleep, a pair of dubious looking foot soldiers—perhaps mercenaries, whispering to each other, and a figure tall even seated, leaning against one of the walls and staring out of the window. The light that reflected off his hair made it seem whiter, casting a darker shade to his skin. He wore a long robe that hid even his hands, which cradled a mug of spiced wine. <br><br>He looked up at the sound of armor approaching, watching the knight seat himself across him before he straightened to give him his full attention. He still showed signs of his time at the hands of the slavers, with welts around his neck where he had been bound and healing bruises on his face. Had he pulled his sleeves up the same rope marks would be visible around his forearms as well. He did look better than he had a week previous, when he came as a supplicant. <br><br>“Alomar of Tide Dancers, lord knight.” His voice was mellifluous, as elves were wont to have, soft spoken as if not wanting the conversation to be heard beyond the two of them. He placed his hands flat on the table and leaned back, speaking softly as he started to tell of the events that happened that led him to seeking refuge and help from the Knights of Solamnia.<br><br>-------<br><br>The block had barely been opened, perhaps a day or two now, with few potential buyers coming in. The only lights had been situated to fall fully on the occupants of the cages, keeping the faces of their would-be masters in the shadows. All that came through was the momentary scent of fresher air as the doors that led to a room beyond opened, mingling with either perfume or sweat or drink. <br><br>The auction itself would not happen for another week, allowing more patrons to view the merchandise and make their choices, which at least kept the captives in separate cages that gave them more room to breathe and sleep. They were also sluiced clean every morning, and the child had been seen to by a surly looking healer. Granted the healing was bare bones, but for now it was the best they could get. <br><br>She had kept to herself the past two days, curling up in the shadowed corner of her cage with her face turned away from each visitor, too afraid to be noticed. Only two things could be the fate of a half breed like her; a freak to be destroyed publicly either for entertainment or as a price for the kingpriest; or one she would have considered worse. At least her sister was a full blood, there may still be a chance for her and the child.<br><br>-------<br><br>The elf leaned back, seemingly drained after his telling, a shaky hand lifting up to rub at his forehead. Soft laughter from the table of the gamers filled the silence, before he stared at the young knight, desperation etched on his smooth face. “I know they are to be brought here, but I don’t know where exactly… or if they have already arrived. I was only days ahead in my escaped and…” the hand dropped to clutch his mug, clinging to it as if for life. “I fear I may be too late.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Path of Fate (Stormwyrm &amp; Haikuoftears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormwyrm</strong> on <strong>28-11-2016, 16:19:56</strong>
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				Gareth listened carefully to Alomar’s story. It seemed that Alomar and his family dwelt in a small village in the shallow shoals of the Bay of Branchala, just beyond the Gates of Paladine. They attacked on a dark night when only the Black Moon was in the sky, and had several koalinth and sahuagin and a black robed mage to permit their human sailors to breathe underwater as they raided the village. Many of the village males were away for a great hunt in the deeps and it seems that this band of pirates and slavers knew this when they attacked, and they managed to sack the village and take some thirty villagers alive, mostly women and children. He, his wife, and her half-sister were among those taken, and their ship soon set sail north and east along the coast. He heard from the slavers that their final destination was Kalaman, where the slavers had a base of operations. He managed to escape somewhere along the perilous Shark Reef along the coast of the Northern Wastes, and was found by a Tarbean merchant ship en route from Istar to Palanthas, badly wounded from a shark bite. A Revered Daughter of Mishakal on board healed him of his injuries and brought him to Palanthas. The ship’s captain had given him some money and he had for the past several days been trying to secure an audience with the Council, and he prayed Abbuku the Fisher and Mother Kisla to bless Lord Soth for his kindness in sending Gareth to help.<br><br>It took the rest of the day and night for Lord Soth’s stewards and factors to provide them with the necessary supplies for the journey. The next morning they rode south past the High Clerist’s Tower to the town of Naergoth, where they obtained passage on a riverboat east along the Gold River to the mighty Vingaard, and soon enough after leaving Palanthas they arrived at Kalaman.<br><br>Kalaman in 925 I.A. was still a thriving port city, despite the Istaran Navy attempting to enforce a blockade on the city as the trade war with Istar escalated further. The Bay of Thoradin was large and the Istarans were not entirely successful in attempting to board every ship that tried to enter or leave Kalaman and perform their inspections, and a small and swift ship like the slave ship Alomar described would not be considered worth it for the Istarans to stop even if they could catch her.<br><br>They took lodging at an inn called the Nimble Kingfisher, which was a modest but reasonably respectable inn near the waterfront. Gareth began talking to his contacts and informants in the city, trying to learn what he could of the slavers. This had cost him quite a bit of the money that Lord Soth had given him, but soon enough he learned of an auction of slaves that was going to take place in only a few days.<br><br><hr><br>Jarett smiled as he looked at the half-Dimernesti. After the surly old crone of a healer had inspected her and found her to be still intact, he was then certain that she would probably fetch a very high price on the auction that was taking place in only three days. She was shorter and much more voluptuous than her half-sister, who was a full blood, and judging from the reactions of the customers who had already been to see her so far she was indeed attracting plenty of interest. He was sorely tempted to take her himself, but if she were found to be already violated that would lower her price considerably.<br><br>“It seems that you love to hide that pretty face of yours a lot,” he said, as he unlocked the cage, while the half-ogre Trulok stood behind him. “Today, I think, we’re going to have to remedy that.” He grabbed her by the wrist and quickly got her into a painful hammerlock and twisted her to get a rope tied around her wrists. Trulok and Jarett pulled her into another room, where a rope was suspended from one of the ceiling beams, and they tied this rope around the bonds on her arms. Jarett had Trulok pull this until she was forced to kneel with her arms above her head, and had him tie it to one of the roof support beams.<br><br>“Now, lets show a little bit of that skin of yours,” he said, as he took a dagger from his belt and sliced away her skirts, leaving her wearing only a breechcloth that just barely covered her private parts, and with another swift stroke slit the front of her blouse at the bodice, exposing the cleavage of her breasts.<br><br>There was a sound of running feet along the hallway. “Jarett,” one of his underlings said, out of breath. “It looks like we may be able to get a deal of some kind for the sea elf mother and child.”<br><br>“Now this is a little surprising. It looks like your sister is leaving us ahead of you. I’ll be right back.” Turning to Trulok, he said sternly: “Do <em>not</em> touch her, you hear!” The half-ogre nodded with a grunt.<br><br>The half-ogre was large, like most of his race, nearly seven feet tall, but he had a grossly large gut that spoke of overindulgence in dwarf spirits and other alcoholic beverages. He began to eye the half-sea elven girl with a wicked glare and he laughed softly. He undid his breeches revealing a huge and thick phallus nearly as thick as her arm and almost as long. It was dirty and foul-smelling enough to make her gag. “Suck on it!” he commanded.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Path of Fate (Stormwyrm &amp; Haikuoftears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>03-12-2016, 07:08:22</strong>
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				Alomar had been quiet the entire time they travelled, keeping himself covered from head to toe with thick robes to hide his ancestry, not just to keep anyone who might know the slavers from reporting it, but because… in Kalaman, as everywhere else, those who were different weren’t always seen as creatures of the light. Alomar had enough problems of his own without the lightbringer’s stand against the dark affect their travel, which had not been easy despite the otherwise peaceful river trip.<br><br>&nbsp;<br><br>Once they had reached the inn he seemed even more withdrawn, spending much of his time either staring out towards the sea, or listening with grave intensity to whatever news Gareth chose to impart to him. He honestly did not look well, the closer they got to his family the more pinched he looked, like a man barely holding back, knowing doing so was the only thing keeping his beloved alive, even if every part of him screamed to go to her.<br><br>&nbsp;<br><br>On one stifling morning, he had gone out, berobed and hunched over to hide his height and wandered the streets of kalaman, not knowing where to go but hoping against hope that he found something, anything to give him hope. He endured the crowd, from time to time listening to the conversations as they swelled and ebb around him like the tides, eyes closed as he leaned against the wall. Most of the conversations have been about Beldinas, those who were elder of Kurnos, whispered as if the name was a curse, warding themselves against evil.<br><br>&nbsp;<br><br>Lorelai did not hide her face for any such reasons, as she glared at the slaver’s back, head turned aside to look at the cages lining the hall, hoping to catch a glimpse of the others. Her wrists felt like they were on fire, every little rub burning. She refused to let out any sound of distress though, not out of pride but out of fear. The last time they let out a protesting or even pained sound, any sound.. she had to endure lashings, so did everyone near her. And her beloved niece was refused a healer.<br><br>&nbsp;<br><br>Sadly being shorter than their other captives had drawbacks, their strides making her shuffle just to keep up, which was difficult with bare and blistered feet. Even her struggles were more to silently beg them to give her slack than to escape really, for Lorelai wouldn’t know where to go. She could possibly manage to run, but then what? Search for her father, or his family? She shuddered, having never been away from the village, the idea was even more unpalatable than being trapped here.<br><br>&nbsp;<br><br>It was the only reason she was tied up quietly, though the rope and her height made it awkward, even uncomfortable, knees not quite flat on the floor, with her arms already stretched out, making her weight drag against them. By the time the slaver had left to leave her with the half-ogre she could feel the tension begin. She looked up at him, hoping that their shared legacy, halfbloods that they were would somehow inspire pity if nothing else.<br><br>-suck on it-<br><br>No such luck. Her eyes narrowed, clamping her lips tightly as she glared, hair falling over her bare shoulders as she shook her head empathically. Bared almost naked it was clear, she was still obviously of dimernesti descent, her skin tinged with pale blue, a powdery shimmer that on a full blood was that deep azure of the sea. Certain parts were human though, as her breasts proved, the swell of hips that would not be called thin. She was, in a way… aptly described by the saying “hips for breeding”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Path of Fate (Stormwyrm &amp; Haikuoftears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormwyrm</strong> on <strong>09-12-2016, 09:14:51</strong>
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				Gareth knew many of the lords of Kalaman, his liege Lord Soth did in fact have the right to appoint the governor of the city from among their number. He soon enough learned that at least one of the lords was secretly colluding with the Istarans to trade in non-human slaves, or at the very least turning a blind eye to the practice. While slavery was illegal in all of Solamnia, the very institution in all its forms abhorrent to the ideals of the Knights, Istar had long relaxed its policy on slavery to permit the enslavement of non-human races, primarily of ogres, dwarves, and the marine and wild elves. Soon enough they would also permit enslavement of humans as punishment for crime.<br><br>On a tip from one of his informants, on one night under the light of the red moon he came to one of the dark alleys near the waterfront, and made his way to a door. He wore a heavy cloak and covered his face with a scarf to prevent his moustaches from being seen. Knocking at the door in the prescribed fashion, a muscular man with an eyepatch opened the door to let him in, and motioned him to go down into a dark staircase, which smelled of sweat, pipe smoke, and alcoholic beverages.<br><br>Torches and candles lit an underground room where groups of persons, mostly brutish humans and even the occasional goblin, ogre, or dwarf. These non-humans were rare even in Kalaman. He came up to a table where a group of men were playing cards. “I would like to play,” Gareth said, tossing a golden Solamnic rose mark on the table. That was a large sum and all the players looked up at the newcomer.<br><br>“I’m out, Huon,” one of the men said, standing up and taking his tankard of ale. “Haven’t been winning much anyway.”<br><br>Gareth took his seat at the table, and the man named Huon, a slender, clean-shaven sharp-faced man who shuffled the deck of Talis cards with a practised hand. Gareth knew how to play the game well enough, but he had been told to bet and to lose in a prescribed way. Losing in such a way as to not make it look like you knew what you were doing was hard, but he could play well enough for that. After losing several gold marks that way Huon said: “I think you’ve lost enough gold tonight, my man. Go off to the bar and order yourself some Ergothian Prost, on me,” he said, tossing a silver coin. Gareth noted that this was a strange coin that was neither Solamnic nor Istaran, the most common currency in circulation, and he came to the bar and handed it to the barkeep, who served him a mug of the Ergothian beer.<br><br>A man suddenly sat beside him as he took his first sip. “So what are you in the market for, my good man?” he asked. He spoke the Common Tongue with a slight Ergothic accent.<br><br>“What do you have?” Gareth replied warily.<br><br>“We have a new group of sea elves, along with a rather beautiful one who is apparently a half-breed, and still a virgin too,” the man smiled. Gareth perked up at this, although he tried not to make it show. “Meet our men at the Mighty Crab and give them the password ‘Charon’.”<br><br><hr><br>After finishing his beer, Gareth left the underground gambling den and made his way to the Mighty Crab. To pass the time he came to different tavern and ordered another mug of ale, and he saw a hooded and cloaked man, whom he realised had to be Alomar. Coming up to him, he said, rather sharply: “What are you doing out here? Those slavers might recognise you if they saw you…” He led the sea elf to one of the more shadowed booths and brought his ale.<br><br>“Anyway, I think I ran across a lead. There’s a gang of slavers out here who are apparently trying to sell a group of sea elves, including a half-breed one. I imagine that cannot be anyone but your sister-in-law Lorelai. I am supposed to meet them at a tavern in less than an hour and I suppose they will be able to lead me to wherever it is they are keeping the slaves. If you know how to keep yourself hidden, perhaps you can tail me after we leave the tavern and we can find out where they are keeping your family.”<br><br><hr><br>The slave girl shook her head, her mouth clenched, and at this Trulok growled. He slapped his member against her face, hard, and pulled on the rope suspending her arms above her, pulling her to her feet. He reached into her torn blouse and began fondling her breasts none too gently, these were full and shapely, which presumably came from her human heritage, and he began licking on them, even as she struggled. He pulled up her breechcloth, revealing her secret place, and began rubbing on it with a thick finger, and apparently unable to restrain himself, brought his cock up and got ready to actually violate her then and there.<br><br>Just before he could do so, Jarett suddenly returned, and struck the half-ogre in the ass with a staff. Enraged, Trulok lunged at Jarett, who deftly stepped aside, and struck the half-ogre in the testicles with a resounding whack. He fell to the floor with a crash. “Damn half-wit, half-ogre! What did I tell you? If you fucked her that would cut her value by at least a quarter!” He struck Trulok again in the balls, and the half-ogre crumpled in pain. “Get the fuck out of here, idiot! I ought to fucking geld you and then put you up for sale as well!” Trulok crawled out of the room, still clutching his manhood, even as Jarett lowered the rope to its former level, which would at least allow Lorelai to kneel.<br><br>“Sorry about that,” Jarett said, his cruel smile returning as he fixed her up again. “We have another prospective buyer coming in to see you tonight, so be on your best behaviour! Else I might decide to just let Trulok have you anyway!”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Path of Fate (Stormwyrm &amp; Haikuoftears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>09-12-2016, 19:39:41</strong>
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				Lorelai kneeled there in silent horror, wishing there was something she could do. She could have cursed her mother at that moment for being a gentle healer, for not letting her learn the ways of her father who had been a warrior. She had learned only bit of his skill, snuck into her learning by her father when her mother wasn’t not around, after much begging from her and her older twin.<br><br>None of it was any help to her now; bound and trapped in a stinking room with a creature who wanted to rut her. She could only flinch as the hot length of his cock slapped at her face, making her skin crawl, then let out an offended yell as he reached inside and grabbed a breast. It would have hurt a lot, if she wasn’t already hurting everywhere else, and she could only glare and try to sway away from it as she tugged on her bonds. <br><br>“Animal!” she wailed, as she felt a hot, wet tongue lap at her nipple, shuddering in horror as she raised herself as much as she could on her bonds, then dropped painfully back to try and dislodge him, biting on the sob as she felt him bare her. She was a virgin yes, but she was no innocent; a healer never quite was. She had learned everything her mother could teach her not only from healing and harming, but the arts of the woman and man. And she, follower of Chislev was no prudent little fainting flower to—<br><br>“Stop! Stop it!” came the shriek, her body twitching in reaction to the unwelcome touch, cursing inwardly as she fought the equally unwelcome reaction to it. Damn it, damn it, damn it. She shut her eyes, praying for a quick end to what was to happen, when she heard the voice as well as the sound of something solid against flesh. Her eyes snapped open, and she sagged against her bonds, heart racing and body aching with sudden awareness. She couldn’t even look at Jarrett, as if she was in pain and fear, which was just as well. Tonight. She needed to escape tonight. Oh Wild One, how easy it would be to fall from just a touch!<br><br>&nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;<br><br>Alomar had been eager to hear the news, soaking it up like a dried up sponge did with water. His face was tight with tension, fingers working to clench and unclench as he nodded in reluctant agreement. It would have been a surprise, anyone else would have come charging with the information they got, but Alomar did not survive the long trek to seek help only to lose his chance now. He bowed low in the rare active of humbling gratitude to the knight, before straightening.<br><br>“I yield the decisions to you, knight of Solamnia. I will follow, hidden away and will be ready to steal my family once you have freed them.” And he had, walking out them to find the simple ingredients they had used back home for simple enough disguises in those rare moments they ventured to the human settlements. By the time he came back, he had an armful, leaving their rented room smelling of the ocean and earth. What exactly he was to do, it seemed it would be a while before Gareth would be privy to.<br><br>&nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;<br><br>The human auctioneer, known only as Kar surveyed the underground block with a greedy smile, rubbing his oily hands as the tables and seats started to fill with the chosen few invited at the bidding. At the front where tables were also served with wine he could see his regulars, from merchants to the cllectors of exotic things. One of those was lord Kavanestral uth Sone, a man who was considered a promising warrior, of noble blood. Handsome, rich, skilled. And he would have been a knight too, except for a well-known fact that he was a deviant who was hard on his toys. Hard enough that most of his toys never survived. He was studying each caged slave, each chained merchandise as if assessing how long they would last already, and Kar knew he would enjoy his little surprise.<br><br>The halfbreed was led out next, and as expected Kar saw the man study the little prize, who stumbled as she was dragged forward, his eyes narrowing as Kavanestral placed a finger to his lips to hide the brief curve. Ah yes, tonight will be a good night for bidding. He got on the pulpit and nodded to the guards by the short hall leading to the door, securing it with a bolt as he swept his hand expansively.<br><br>“My lords. Welcome! Tonight, we shall give you an array of specimens that would delight.. and please you, for a price.” He bowed and grinned, as one regular piped up with “And a little taste!” “Of course. As always, the female slaves can be tested…” he flicked a beringed finger. “ if they are still in tact.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Path of Fate (Stormwyrm &amp; Haikuoftears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormwyrm</strong> on <strong>16-12-2016, 04:08:16</strong>
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				Gareth waited in the tavern while Alomar got himself ready, and when the sea elf returned with what he needed, the two of them began to make their way toward the Mighty Crab. He had given Alomar his sword, but had kept a dagger hidden in his boot, as well as a smaller knife close to his groin. Something that sharp so near to his manhood made him apprehensive, of course, but most men were reluctant to touch another man’s private parts so it had a better chance of escaping discovery. He was not armoured or otherwise armed: his moustaches still made him look very much like a knight though he deliberately neglected to shave during the journey so it was beginning to become more like a full beard.<br><br>The knight reached a tavern that had a stylized representation of a snapping crab drawn on its sign, and making sure that Alomar was out of sight he went inside. The place was dimly lit and smoky, and he flipped the coin he had been given, turning it in his fingers. The barkeep at the gambling den had not taken it as payment for the beer.<br><br>Taking a seat at the bar, he had a seat at the bar, and asked: “I hear there is a new liquor available, called ‘Charon’. Might I have a sample of this vintage?” The barkeep squinted at the coin in Gareth’s hand and took it. He nodded at a pair of men seated at a table behind him, and they grabbed him and placed a sack over his head.<br><br>“We’ll take you to the slave auction, do not struggle,” he heard one of them whisper into his ear before he could make a move in protest. “Do not try to remove the sack on your head or we will slit your throat.”<br><br>Alomar would see him being brought aboard a cart at the back of the tavern. It rode slowly and Alomar would have no difficulty following. He would see that Gareth was being brought to a large warehouse building near the waterfront that he would soon learn belonged to Regin uth Faras, of the Council of Lords of Kalaman, and a strong contender for the next Governor of the City. He would be able to enter secretly through a window if he was careful. He could find his way into the underground passages once inside.<br><br><hr><br>The slavers helped Gareth off the cart, and he felt himself being led down several flights of steps, leading him to surmise that he was being brought underground. They finally removed the sack from his head and ushered him into an underground chamber where there were several cages, each of which contained several figures. A line of other slaves were led into the chamber, along with one sea elven girl with tattered clothing, the rope around her wrists being pulled by a huge man, with the grotesque features and flat nose that spoke of ogre ancestry. She was evidently Alomar’s sister-in-law Lorelai.<br><br>“My lords. Welcome! Tonight, we shall give you an array of specimens that would delight.. and please you, for a price.” The auctioneer bowed and grinned, as one regular piped up with “And a little taste!”<br><br>“Of course. As always, the female slaves can be tested…” he flicked a beringed finger. “ if they are still intact.”<br><br>His eyes scanned the cages and crowds for Alomar’s wife and child, but could not find them. He watched as a man who had the bearing of a lord, whom he soon recognised as being Lord Kavanestral uth Sone, who was part of a prominent noble family from the Plains of Solamnia. He was not personally acquainted with the man, though he had seen him a few times at official functions with Lord Soth, and knew of his reputation. He watched as he came up to Lorelai and he could easily see the fire of lust kindling in his eyes as he began to touch the half-elven girl. The slave auctioneer smiled, but gently asked Kavanestral to stop, and said: “You can do whatever you wish once you buy her, my lord.” The lord stopped, with frustrated reluctance.<br><br>Then it was Gareth’s turn to have a look at Lorelai. She was indeed quite beautiful, and not as tall and lanky as most of her kinswomen due to her human heritage, which also gave her voluptuous curves and full breasts. He came up to her, feigning a smile, but whispered: “Alomar should be here somewhere. We are coming to rescue you. Where are his wife and child?”<br><br>They were in another room where the final details of their sale were being finalised. A cleric from Istar, evidently a member of the Knights of the Divine Hammer, had made a separate deal with Jareth for them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Path of Fate (Stormwyrm &amp; Haikuoftears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>21-12-2016, 18:01:14</strong>
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				Alomar had indeed followed him, keeping himself out of the bar and simply circling the street in a none threatening way, looking like someone wandering but not specifically searching for anything. he stopped from time to time, traded friendly enough nods with passerbys who would return it and kept his eyes on the door of the tavern. Unfortunately he did not think of the back way, and after nearly an hour of waiting, had decided to go inside. It was only then that he found out gareth was gone.<br><br>He did not dare ask the barkeep for fear of raising suspicion, and hurried outside, circling the building to sniff the air like a hound to catch any trace of the knight. it was then he heard the sound of hooves and the rattle of wheels, hurrying to the far side of the tavern to see men loaded up in in, one blinded by a sack. Another sniff and he blended back against the shadows, fingering the weapon the knight lent him. it was Gareth. it was gods blessed he made it in time. He followed, as closely as he could without being detected, which was not close enough, and he had thought he lost them a few times. Even with his natural affinity for tracking as elves were wont to have, he was only on foot, an it took nearly all he had in his recovering body to make up for lost time.<br><br>By the time he had reached the warehouse it had become clear that he would not be able to follow Gareth inside, not by the same entrance, as he spied guards hidden in the shadows. He loped along the side of the building, towards the back, scaling the wall via a long pipe that was secured against the wall. It was slippery, but webbed feet helped, flattening himself on the roof and crawled forward. He could hear voices, as he moved along the side, finding a window and waiting till he heard footsteps fade somewhere below. He slipped inside, his elven eyes adjusting to the darkness after moments. once he found the possible entrance where they had taken the knight, he found a spot, hunkering down to wait for his chance.<br><br><br>-------<br><br>Lorelai hung by her arms from a beam, stretched out to the point where her toes barely brushed the ground. It was perhaps her guard's petty attempt at revenge, for he had tried her again moments before she was led out, which of course earned him another cuff from Jarett. he sported a split lip, which he paid her in full, her pale face marred by a split lip of her own. He lifted her head haughtily though, not wanting anyone to see just how scared she was, especially when she realized that her half sister and the babe were not in the line. She knew they were being bought, but... she didn't know they were already taken away by their new masters. The thought made her sick inside, not just for their safety, but for what her brother in law would do when he found out. Then again... with the way things were going, they might not find each other anymore. Lorelai despaired, yet outwardly remained stoic, if fearful, staring out at the gathering crowd.<br><br>She had been so lost in her thought, trying to find a friendly face in the crowd, feeling colder the more she looked, that she did not notice the peddler's words. not until she heard booteps on the dais, not until she had looked up into the cold eyes of the otherwise handsome human before her. She shranked back, eyes wide with fear she could no longer hide, feeling a quick switch on her back which forced her body forward, right into his slimy hands. she wouldn't have shown any other emotion, except the man had grabbed her breasts none too gently, pushing them together and up as if weighing a pair of apples in the market. She let out a muffled cry of shame and pain, as she was lifted even higher in her bonds, her toes slipping as they lost purchase for a bit. <br><br>It had continued for quite a while, the man pinching her nipples through her thin shift painfully, making her whimper through bitten lips. Then, horror of horrors, the touch hand shifted low, as one of his feet nudged her legs apart, his hand slipping down without permission and under her shift. And he touched her. Touched her in a painful way, invading her most secret of places with one, then two fingers, slipping inside and coaxing the tiny nub with his thumb, circling and pumping until her confused, abused body was fairly vibrating with...something. And all the while she was looking at him, panting, begging him to stop he simply looked with those cold, cruel eyes, like a child slowly pulling all the legs off a beetle save for one.<br><br>faster and faster till her toes curled, as something thrummed deep inside. Then he stopped, leaving her a panting, sweaty mess, limp and overly sensitized. She was afraid that the tiniest touch would make her explode . Oh dear Chislev. Her head lolled as she felt the man move away, vaguely aware of the second man that replaced him, lifting her head to try and beg him not to do what the first man did or she'll shatter to a thousand pieces. Oh but he looked different, she wasnt sure why but his face was reminiscent of the face of the knight that she had called father once...and she shied away, tugging on her bonds before the switch was applied against her back again, making her shudder, pain and something tingly mingling again.<br><br>Rescue. he said something about rescue. Oh sweet gods, please. She nodded faintly, trying to show him she understood, somehow, though she didnt even know how he could rescue her. "Get on with it!" came the impatient voice from the audience, as they waited for the man who looked like a knight get on with his inspection. "If he doesn't know how to touch the girl, let someone else do it!" yelled another. the switch landed on her back again, as if punishing her for the man's hesitane. She gritted her teeth, staring at him imploringly. "p-please..." she whispered. "save my sister...and....child..." another jeer from below, before she arched up, hesitantly offering her thrumming body. "its....alright....t-touch...j-just....make it...l-look real...." her lips were swollen, eyes wide, nipples straining as she pleaded. The audience eager, and Kavanestral fuming.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Path of Fate (Stormwyrm &amp; Haikuoftears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormwyrm</strong> on <strong>25-12-2016, 20:17:51</strong>
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				In another room, Lord Knight Iolrath of the Order of the Divine Hammer stood, wearing the white robes of his Order. He was an elf from Silvanesti, and had been initiated by none other than Cathan MarSevrin himself. He had the zeal of one whose faith had been renewed by divine revelation, and having stood in the presence of the young Kingpriest Beldinas himself he was fully convinced of the righteousness of his work.<br><br>“They will indeed be suitable for my purposes, Master Jareth,” the white-robed knight said. “They are perfect specimens of the sort of abomination perverted from the pure race of the elves by the foolishness of the neutral god Reorx. The sacrifice of such seeming innocents will serve very well to initiate our brethren into our mission of the purification of Krynn.”<br><br>“Is the fee I have proposed acceptable then, my lord?” Jareth asked.<br><br>“Yes, slaver. And be certain that you engage only in slavery of creatures such as these. If I find you have been trading in humans or pure-blooded elves, it will go <em>very</em> badly for you!”<br><br>“I understand, my lord.”<br><br>“Bring them to my ship then. We sail for Istar as soon as there is a good wind!”<br><br><hr><br>The young knight, while young, was not so inexperienced in the ways of the world as to not know what to do. “Very well then, Lorelai… And my name is Gareth, and I will do what I can to save you and your family,” he whispered. He then gave her a kiss, a gentle one, and it would be up to Lorelai to respond to this one, and he had with slow, and tender strokes caressed her inner thighs, and touched her secret lips with a gentle rhythm that would moisten her so much that she would begin to gush her feminine juices visibly.<br><br>“It appears that the knight does know his way around women after all!” commented the slave auctioneer Kar. “That will be enough, my lord, and our bidding shall commence!” A large man, apparently with ogre blood from his appearance roughly shoved him away from Lorelai. Do I hear five thousand silver crowns? Yes, five thousand silver crowns from Lord Kavenestral. Do I hear six thousand crowns? Yes, six thousand crowns from Sir Gareth!”<br><br>The auction continued past the point of any real money that Gareth actually had, though he continued to bid against Lord Kavenestral. He saw the figure of Alomar in the shadows beyond, and stepped towards him. Whispering, he said: “Prepare those oil grenades I had you bring, and give me my sword once the distraction has been made. Toss one towards the auction master, and another one at that fellow who’s been bidding for Lorelai. I will rescue her at least. I think your wife and child have been taken to be sold elsewhere, and perhaps I can get answers from that auctioneer, after softening him up a bit.”
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