The Chains Of Lust ((EmperorDariusXTiaan))
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				Title: <strong>The Chains Of Lust ((EmperorDariusXTiaan))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emperor Darius</strong> on <strong>10-01-2015, 05:19:37</strong>
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				The marketplace of Lumia was alive with activity at the day's noon. The village folk hustled and bustled to and fro, some out to buy wares, others transporting their stock back to their homesteads. The city guards paced around the square making their usual patrols clad in bright crimson official armor. Street peddlers shouted out deals and offers to those who would be attracted to the idea of a sale. Children raced up and down the streets with innocent laughter as they teased and played. Lumia was a fine city and the center capital for the region of Kiento. At the edge of the city was a large hillside that led to the imperial palace that sat directly above a cliff overlooking the ocean. Below at the waters edge was the Lumia port, famous for bringing in it's trades from neighboring regions. Lumia was situated in a very strategic location. To the east was the ocean. From it rivers sprang and flowed both north and south of the city allowing for irrigation and easier transport of goods to other towns located in the countryside. Kiento also had a very fair amount of territory compared to it's bordering countries as well. It had a successful history having been led by many wise and powerful Emperors. Cultural achievement had progressed very well. The country had their own currency system, the people bathed fairly regularly, plumbing hadn't quite come along yet but was making headway in small doses, and many different spirits and gods were allowed worship temples across the land. All in all it wasn't a bad place to live. <br><br>Two golden eyes peered down at a wrinkled map, slightly dried crispy from getting it wet on the voyage to the port. "Hm..." a voiced mused from beneath the focused yet placid orbs. The map lowered and the man pulled down his hood, revealing snowy white hair to the rays of the glowing sun. He examined the layout of the docks and the overlook of the town. It was larger than he had expected. Why hadn't sensei warned him about this? It shouldn't be too troubling to find the market he sought, but following the directions on the map was proving rather difficult given mass amounts of people and creatures roaming through. He would need a better vantage point. The map had lost some of the ink when it got wet and smudged up during the voyage. He pulled his cloak tight around the neck making sure it would conceal most of his body. He strode along through the crowds doing his best to avoid bumping into anyone. Why were these city folk in such a rush all the time? "Excuse me...pardon...I'm sorry..." He tiptoed around most of the elderly but eventually was blocked off by the passing stream of cattle being herded through to the barnyard. "Ugh....this is getting me nowhere...I was supposed to be at the there three hours ago..." he sighed, rubbing his cheek with annoyance. He looked up and glanced around, moving over to a peddler's stall. <br><br>"Hey you there, you like a man who knows what he wants!" the little man with few teeth grinned, elbowing the cloaked stranger in the side a couple times, "What about it young man, care to buy one of my top of the line swords? These blades will cut through anything!" <br>The stranger appeared to be distracted rather than pay attention to the merchant, he was more interested in studying the roof of the stall, "Er... no that's quite <br>alright, thank you..."<br><br>The merchant was determined as all are. He waved his hands over his thin curvy metal art pieces, "Oh don't be so quick to judge my boy! Everyone needs a reliable tool at their side if you're going to be out and about! My blades are the finest ones in all Kiento! Made of pure mythril these babies are!"<br>The young man glanced down at the blades quickly before looking back to the right post of the stall, his hands taking hold, "...No they're not."<br>The merchant turned slightly red in the face, "They most certainly are! I had them forged by the hottest smithy in all the city! Why would I lie to a customer?"<br><br>The man paused again and finally turned back to the merchant and took a deep breath, his chest rising slightly. "First of all," he began, narrowing his eyes at the merchant, "Mythril, known for it's resistance to melt at high grade temperature points, cannot be smelted in a city forge as a simple town blacksmith wouldn't be capable of getting the heat strong enough. Secondly, Mythril blades are commonly blue, others a variant of violet if forged with hours and hours of tedious care! And most importantly..." he reached into his cloak and swung out a strange yet large metallic case from behind his back. <br><br>The merchant was instantly baffled by how the stranger had concealed such a large and heavy looking metal box but his train of thoughts were instantly cut off by a sharp metallic click! The cloaked man swung his arm forward in one smooth fast motion, something in his hand slamming the stall and scattering dust into the air so thick it was like a fog!<br>KROOOM!!<br><br>As the dust settled, the merchant coughed and opened his eyes and looked up from the ground where his butt was currently sitting on, having been knocked back by some powerful force. "Gah!" he exclaimed, eyes wide open. His stall had been rendered asunder into splinters, his precious swords scattered into shards. But that was not all.<br><br>&nbsp;A large, very very large blade lay in the ground before him. Bits of lightning flickered and crackled faintly along it's steel, the large handle in the strangers hand. <br><br>The cloaked man glared down at the merchant, "....my sword gets jealous. Very, very jealous." Pulling his arm back, the rather large weapon made some sort of strange echoing metal sound and disappeared into the metallic box he had originally held in hand moments before. Putting the case back into his robe, the stranger tossed a pouch of coins down to the merchant, "For your...precious...knockoffs." Then, turning and placing both hands on the remaining wooden post, the stranger suddenly ran up with the grace of a feline!<br><br>Across the rooftops he traveled unhindered, climbing this ledge and that, stopping at a pole to cover his eyes and do a brief look around. Ah, there it was!<br><br>Pulling the map out from his shroud he performed a quick doublecheck, glancing from the shape of the street to his map. Yes, this was the place. Slipping down the rooftops, he grabbed a hanging clothesline and dropped to the street below, now at a much safer distance. People continued to pass by on their ways, oblivious to his acrobatic manuevers. Moving over to the vacant entryway leading to the black door, the young warrior examined the brass serpent carved into the handle. With a heavy breath he opened the door and let himself inside. The rusty hinges creaked as he descended down into the damp, dark, stony stairs. <br>At the bottom of the stairs awaited a shady pair of characters bound in robes and masks. Each a burly man with their arms crossed over their chests, their dark masks shaped in grotesque animal faces hidden under their hoods. <br>The young man looked up to each thug in turn, "I'm here to meet with your master. My name is Kail Itsuragi. Send for him."<br><br>"He isss expecting you...Itsuragi...." the guard on the right hissed through his serpentine face mask. He pushed the door behind him open, allowing the swordsman to step through. <br>Kail stepped inside the room, his eyes widening slightly as he took in his surroundings. <br><br>This room was full of cages. Animals being led by chains and collars, more of the mask thugs standing around in greater numbers with their large blades and cracking their long ebony whips across the creature's hides. A shorter but wider masked man approached, his garb without sleeves, spiked bracelets strapped to each of his wrists. His mask was that of a boar, which oddly enough seemed to match his figure. "Ahh...the young Itsarugi. Have you come with the payment?" Kail regarded the man with a hint of disdain, holding up a pouch and throwing it to the leader of the Masks, "As promised. My clients have held up their end of the deal. You have your ransom money, release the child back to them as per the agreement." <br>The Boar Mask chuckled deeply from within his tusked covering, counting the jewels out into his hand shrewdly. "As agreed...we will return the boy...heh heh henh...he is of course not here."<br>Kale frowned deeply, "Why not? That was not part of my terms!" his hands started reaching into his shroud. <br>The Boar Mask laughed again, holding up a thick finger as a warning, "Do not be brash young warrior...if you draw the Zenmasa on us, you will be swarmed by our numbers as if you shook a bees hive." <br>Kale glanced around at the many numbers of thugs surrounding him, gritting his teeth. The thug was right, he was in no position here to start a fight, at least not yet...but still, the handle of his blade hummed with heat in his fingertips, waiting at any moment to be let loose...<br><br>CRASH!<br><br>"Dammit!!" <br><br>Another Mask thug in the bag growled angrily over a broken crate. He raised his whip up in his hand and cracked it down on a dirty form at his feet. "You little wretch! Look what you've made me do!! You'll learn to watch where you're crawling when I get through with you this time!!" he cracked the whip over and over down on the creature. <br>Kale snorted and rushed forward, "Hey! Stop that!!" He shoved the thug aside, standing in front of the mask with a hand still on his sword handle, "You don't need to punish it like that!!" <br>The Mask flunky raised his whip at Kale, but a thick arm gripped his wrist at the last moment. The Boar mask pulled his man back, striding forward and looking down at the creature, "You do not tell us how to handle our affairs...boy...this filth is property."<br>Kale glanced an eye down to the figure at his feet, then casting a glare back at the goon, "...If I were to pay you for it...then it would be mine, yes?"<br>"Now wait, you can't just-" the other mask began, but with a quick wave he was silenced by the Boar boss. The leader stroked a single long tusk on his mask as in thought for a moment. "Yes....yes I believe that can be arranged...for double what you gave us for the boy...after all, business is business..."<br><br>Again, Kale looked down to the creature stirring weakly below him and considered. It would cost him all his gil he had left, but if he didn't do anything...<br><br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><br>A couple hours later, Kale was hitching up a small wagon cart to a horse. Slowly he set a figure wrapped in his cloak into the back just behind where he would be at the reigns, gently resting it into the soft but scratchy hay. With a soft sigh he placed a jug of water down next to it, "You should drink...you are very weak...it would be waste if you died before I found some use for you." Slowly he climbed into the cart, picked up the reigns, and set off for the home, feeling slightly defeated for returning without the ransomed child and losing all his money acquiring a slave in the process. Sensei would not be pleased. He looked over his shoulder into the hay pile, wondering aloud, "...What am I going to call you?"
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