Chains of Silver (Raveled & HybridHalf)
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				Title: <strong>Chains of Silver (Raveled &amp; HybridHalf)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raveled</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 04:47:23</strong>
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				The market was a riot of noise, sights, smells, all sorts of experiences.&nbsp; Everything a soul could want was on sale, either spread on tales under the bright sun or talked about in whispers in dark rooms.&nbsp; Textiles were in one area, wines in another, a third for lifestock, yet another for the black- and white-smiths.&nbsp; In another zone, fenced off from the rest of the market, was the flesh-trade.&nbsp; Slaves, male and female and indeterminate, of all species that the gods had thought of, were displayed for sale.&nbsp; The common slaves were in long chains, prodded and examined and bought in lots, to toil in mines or be sold off in ones and twos to people too busy or too poor to come to the market itself.&nbsp; But a dozen stages rose above the heads of the buyers, and it was here that more exotic, and more valuable slaves, were paraded about to be auctioned off.<br><br>Many of the slaves were beautiful and compliant -- they wouldn't be up on the stages if they weren't the best that were to offer.&nbsp; Still, around one frame there was a fearful clamor.&nbsp; A hastily-erected block and tackle raised an open cage, constructed of thick iron with silver bars.&nbsp; A snarling wolf stood in the cage, rigidly bracing itself in the center of the pen, making fearful sounds at the watching crowd.&nbsp; Burly men with long-handled hooks stood on the platform and hooked the cage, pulling it until it was sitting on the stage.&nbsp; One man thrust his iron-headed hook in too far; the wolf caught the wood in its jaws and splintered the haft, chewing at the wood spasmodically and glaring at the peoples below it.<br><br>Throughout the performance (for that's exactly what it was, a performance to increase the price of the animal) the auctioneer was shouting at the crowds.&nbsp; "A werewolf, folks!&nbsp; A monster, unparalelled in myth and legend, brought straight from the barbaric Frostback Mountains, straight to this market!&nbsp; Bid well, fellows, for you're not likely to see a creature such as this -- at least, not see it and live!&nbsp; A beast from your nightmares, to fill your enemies with fright!&nbsp; Now!&nbsp; Start the bidding!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chains of Silver (Raveled &amp; HybridHalf)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HybridHalf</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 10:32:00</strong>
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				The bustling atmosphere of the marketplace is broken as several heavily armed Dark Elf guards made the crowd give way, allowing a stately looking woman flanked by more armed guards and two mystical beats to walk past the masses.<br><br>(http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g292/Nurburgring1/ae5f48ee.jpg)<br><br>The woman and her entourage make their way thru the throngs of people, some stopping to watch, while others try to go on with their business despite being interrupted by the guards. Passing thru the gated area to the Chattel Markets, the woman stops just behind the throngs of buyers looking on at the stages of rare slaves. Some in the back noticed the entourage, and a few stepped aside as the woman stepped closer to the action. Others kept on the high bidding and either ignored a/or remained blissfully unaware of the person behind them. The woman kept quiet and observed as the action for other slaves went on. <br><br>As the caged animal is brought to bid, the bidding grew abit muted and cautious, with several bidders dropping early in the race. It was down to two bidders when the woman made her bid. <strong>"100,000 Gold upon proof that thing in the cage is a real Werewolf."</strong> The other two bidders stopped cold and looked, as the barker scanned and tried to ID where the voice was coming from. His eyes grew wide as he figured out who it was. <strong>"Lady Ranjha!!"</strong> The crowd went into a hushed whisper as many of the bidders turned to see Tilla and her confident look eyeing the barker at front. <br><br><strong>"Um...ah.....well, we can't exactly...."</strong> stumbled the barker, as Ranjha begins to storm thru the crowd, her guards in tow.&nbsp; <strong>"You mean to say your selling a Werewolf without even confirming who the creature is before he goes feral?"</strong> As Ranjha goes onto the stage, one of her guards jumps in front of her, separating her from the cage and the monster inside. Another guard hands Ranjha a silver collar with strange runes on it. <strong>"Like I said, 100,000 gold upon proof this mongrel is the real deal."</strong> Wielding the Collar Torc in her hand, she motions the guard blocking her from the cage to move aside. As the guard departs, she finds herself face-to-face with the werewolf inside. <br><br><strong>One chance. Revert back to your original self, or i'll do it by force,</strong> showing the Torc in her hands, now glowing. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chains of Silver (Raveled &amp; HybridHalf)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raveled</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 15:56:40</strong>
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				The wolf was very obviously having nothing to do with this dark elf woman.&nbsp; It snarled and barked at her, pacing in the confined space of the cage.&nbsp; Steel-gray fur stood to attention as its hackles rose; whether or not it was actually a werewolf, the beast was a massive specimen.&nbsp; In fact, in some ways it looked more like a bear than a wolf: broad shoulders, deep chest, thick limbs.&nbsp; It's muzzle, though, was undeniably wolf-like, narrow and filled with curving teeth.&nbsp; It's eyes were an angry, deep green, like the needles of an old pine tree.<br><br>Frustrated at the lack of reaction to its display, the wolf darted forward and gnawed at the bars of its cage.&nbsp; Only Ranjha was close enough to see, however, that it was very careful not to touch the metal with its lips or tongue.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chains of Silver (Raveled &amp; HybridHalf)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HybridHalf</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 19:03:21</strong>
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				Quietly noticing the snarling werewolf trying to go against the bars, Ranjha smirks as she approaches the cage, much to the shock and some discourse of those in attendance. Kneeling down, the barker and the slave market guards try to keep away Ranjha from getting near the cage. <strong>"Wait your Ladyship, it's too......!"</strong> But the words are for naught.<br><br>The Torc slips out of Ranjha's hand and with some magic, finds itself slipped and clicked onto the snarling werewolf's neck. The runes on the torc glow brightly and sends a blinding light that engulfs the werewolf. The light contains itself in the cage, and after a few brief seconds, the light subsides, revealing to all if Ranjha's words did hold water or not. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chains of Silver (Raveled &amp; HybridHalf)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raveled</strong> on <strong>05-12-2009, 22:22:59</strong>
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				The wolf barely had time to take notice when the collar coiled and sprang from Rhanja's hand, moving like a metallic serpent.&nbsp; The creature staggered back as the torc tightened around its neck.&nbsp; The light emitted was dazzling, and it took several minutes to fade away, revealing a muscular young man with brick-red skin and straight, dark, curled up on the floor of the cage, completely nude.&nbsp; After a moment he stirred and lifted his head, revealing eyes the same color and shade as the wolf's.&nbsp; The snarl that he gave the elf was surprisingly lupine as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chains of Silver (Raveled &amp; HybridHalf)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HybridHalf</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 21:03:51</strong>
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				Rhanja quietly kneels down and just a mere foot from the cage bars, stared at the now revealed form of the Werewolf. <strong>"What a nice surprise. The little doggy is just a pup in his less feral form."</strong> The Auctioneer tried to regain his bearings as Rhanja stood back up and looked at him. <strong>"Erm....um....I have a bid of 100,000 gold from Matron Rhanja....any...any other offers?"</strong> the Auctioneer tries to muster, a tinge of nervousness in his voice. The audience knows better to not challenge a Matron of a well-known house. <strong>"Sold..."</strong> the Auctioneer musters.<br><br>Rhanja and her guards walk over to the side of the auction to pay. Two guards lift a heavy wooden coffer to the cashier and wait as their prize is transported past them behind the cashier and off to the side.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chains of Silver (Raveled &amp; HybridHalf)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raveled</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 02:59:33</strong>
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				It was impossible for two men, no matter how strong, tom get the cage off the raised stage, so once again the crane was employed to bring the cage to street level.&nbsp; The swinging and swaying forced the man in the enclosure to scramble and brace himself in the center.&nbsp; Once down, both men were able to find grips on the box and lift it, staggering forward under the weight.&nbsp; Glancing around shrewdly, the man suddenly shifted his weight and brought the edge of his cage down on one man's foot.&nbsp; Tumbling with the new incline, he grabbed the man's arm and pulled it through the bars of the cage.&nbsp; It was simple, then, to grab the man's longest finger and bend it almost to the breaking point.<br><br>The werewolf hunted through the crowd until he found Rhanja, staring at the sudden commotion.&nbsp; "Let me out," he shouted at her in his barbarian tongue, "or I'll snap all of his fingers!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chains of Silver (Raveled &amp; HybridHalf)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HybridHalf</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 11:42:34</strong>
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				Panic swept thru the crowd as the Werewolf/Barbarian Human grabbed a hold of a worker and began to hurt him. His painful cries only made the situation tense, as both the Slaver guards and Rhanja's own guards stood ready to start any means needed to diffuse the situation. A few guards tried to keep Rhanja away, but she pushed her way to the front and looked at the beast within. <br><br>Even thought she couldn't decipher the words the male spoke, she knew the intent. <strong>"You're not gonna hurt him my dear."</strong> she says to the male inside. With a snap of the finger, the man's arm breaks in several places, sending a blood curling scream echoing thru the place. The breaking of the man's arm doesn't give the man inside leverage anymore, as the man falls off to the side. Rhanja looks on in muted silence, as several bystanders pull the man off and to the side. <strong>"Get him medical treatment NOW!!"</strong> barks Rhanja as two of her guards begin to administer herbs and spells to the man.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Rhanja focuses her attention to the werewolf. Chanting a spell, the Werewolf can now clearly hear what Rhanja is talking in his own tongue, and vice-versa. <strong>"You're my property now little pup, and the only way your gonna get away from me is if you kill me. Which I seriously doubt you can. "</strong> The Torc glows and sends a painful jolt of electricity into the Werewolf. <strong>"Of course, there is one way to win my favor, but you'll have to figure it out while I train you."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chains of Silver (Raveled &amp; HybridHalf)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raveled</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 20:39:34</strong>
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				The werewolf stared the broken arm in his grip for a moment before pain lanced through his body, sending him to the ground and leaving him curled into a ball.&nbsp; The voice of the elf woman cut through the babble of the crowd and somehow... Well, it wasn't exactly like it made sense.&nbsp; More like the words wormed into his brain and dredged up what they meant, then rearranged his memory of hearing them so that they had always made sense.&nbsp; It wasn't a pleasant sensation, nor one he was used to.&nbsp; He ended up on the floor of the cage, half-curled into a ball, holding his head and glaring up at Rhanja.&nbsp; "I'll choke before I please you," he spat at her, not caring if she understood him or not.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chains of Silver (Raveled &amp; HybridHalf)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HybridHalf</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 11:42:25</strong>
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				<strong>"Oh, i'll choke on you first....if your manhood is worth something."</strong> Rhanja remarks before she holds her hand out and a darkness engulfs the cage. It snuffs out the sounds and lights of the marketplace, leaving the exposed Werewolf and the silver cage he's in suspended in a black void. The silence is maddening, and the featureless landscape perplexing. The only thing the werewolf can make out is himself and the cage itself. <br><br>As quickly as the darkness engulfed him, the darkness receded&nbsp; and shown him a new area. It was a stone-hewn cell, with a simple heavy door and bars. To the side, a small cot with a bowl lies against one wall, while a midden pit is to the other corner. There are several hanging manacles and shackles line one wall at the floor level. The cage mysteriously opens, allowing escape from the cage. But upon hitting/approaching the heavy door, a huge rune glows brightly in the middle of the door and throws the Werewolf back into the cage with a powerful force.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chains of Silver (Raveled &amp; HybridHalf)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raveled</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 22:55:55</strong>
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				The magical teleportation freaked the werewolf out, more even than the communication spell had.&nbsp; When the door to his cage swung open, he hesitated before bolting out.&nbsp; The stone, dry but cold, felt odd under his bare soles.&nbsp; He didn't pause to savor it though, immediately charging the door.&nbsp; The shock and the impact with the far wall rattled his teeth and made the werewolf see stars for a moment.&nbsp; He tried to stand and instead slipped on the bare floor, landing on his chin and biting into his tongue.&nbsp; Snarling at nothing, he held his head and his mouth as he lay on the floor, waiting for his head to stop throbbing.
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