A Slave of Athel Loren
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				Title: <strong>A Slave of Athel Loren</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 19:16:20</strong>
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				Claudette had once been the beloved first daughter of a poor peasant family, in the small village of Le Rochelle. Deep in the Bretonnian countryside, far from prey herds of Beastmen, rampaging Orcs or the horrors of Mousillon, the village was prosperous, safe, guarded by a just Lord and a handful of his skilled retainers.<br><br>That did not mean life was without its dangers. A short distance to the south lay the looming, dark forest of Athel Loren, where woodsmen did not cut, and trappers knew better than to hunt. For beneath those dark trees, the Wood Elves dwelt in their hidden palaces, guarded by the malevolent forest spirits they called friend. A man could be lost in those woods, and never be seen again - sometimes without a trace, sometimes with his gear neatly arranged around a pool of blood. Or reappear ten miles from where he left, aged fifty years.<br><br>Frightening though they were, the Wood Elves guarded the forest from yet darker things, and so the village did their best not to antagonize them, or stray into their territory. But human children are curious creatures by nature, and wander where their elders dare not. A few disappear each year, taken by the elves to serve in their great courts beneath the leaves, or to fates their parents prefer not to dwell on. Some return, touched with the forest's magic to serve as the Lady of the Lake's maids. The rest...do not. And so it was that, one the eve of her 8th birthday, Claudette's parents buried a tiny, empty coffin, and commended their daughter's soul to the Lady and the Forest.<br><br>It had been a decade, and under the watchful eye of the elves, the young girl had blossomed into womanhood. There she would stay, frozen and preserved by the same magic that gave the elves their youthful, nearly eternal forms. But humans are flawed, and as such the magic protects them less well. Their servants were locked in youth, but it did not extend their brief, flickering lives. It was hard to see the short lived creatures than as anything more than tools - useful, cared for, and valuable - but then, so were horses.<br><br>---<br><br>Claudette threaded her way through the crowded feasting hall, filled with triumphant elves celebrating the turning of spring, and a successful hunt. The corpses of a hundred beastmen lay rotting in the shadows of the forest, their blood and flesh fertilizing new growth. Servants, including herself, circulated, carrying heavy wooden trays laden with food and drink. She approaches one of the High Born, and kneels slightly, bending her knees to bring the tray to eye-level, inadvertently giving a generous glance at the swell of her breasts beneath her simple, plain servant's dress.<br><br>"Food my Lord? Or wine perhaps?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave of Athel Loren</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hoogie</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 21:32:50</strong>
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				A grand feast was being held at the grand court, and Achdras, was one of those few being honoured the most this eve. It had been he and his kinband of wardancers that had slain the most beastmen these last few days, the hunt had been excellent. With his youth of just over a hundred years, he was even one youngest amongst the leaders. After decades of harsh and devoted training, Achdras had nearly perfected his battle skills, but today he had also proven to be victorious in leading his kin into the Frey, and it was mostly for that that he was being honoured. Blood had been spilt and the woods were safe, the spirits would be pleased.<br><br>It was sure to become a long evening: the mood was light and the wine was abundant. There would be no drunkenship though, elves never drank beyond their limits, ever vigilant of any would be assault, as the unforgiving woods of Athel Loren had taught them. The wine was solely meant to loosen the mood and the tongues of the elves present.<br><br>Achdras' attention was pulled away from another Highborn come to congratulate on his effort put forward today by a servant girl, as there were many wandering around the hall, making sure the elves weren't short on food and wine. It was not unusual to see these humans on such feasts, the ones that had wandered in the forest and saved from the spirits of the forest.<br>The elves did not just save any fool that was suicidal enough to venture into Athel Loren though, as all elves do, so do Wood Elves enjoy surrounding themselves with beauty. There was no difference in picking the survivors of Athel Loren and the materials one might want to decorate a home. <br><br>In fact, there was little other use for these handpicked servant humans, they could not be trusted to aid them in battle as wardogs or horses did. Humans were too unreliable and more likely to stab their masters in the back should they ever get their hands on some sort of weapon. Therefore they were only suited for monotonous work below the level of elves.<br><br>Yet it was not the offer of food or wine that caught Achdras' attention, it had been the glimpse of the servant girl's cleavage from the corner of his eye. As the girl might think he was looking at her tray, he was actually peering at her breasts for a longer time than was common for an elf. Perhaps it was the wine or the push of the triumphant, merry mood in the hall, but Achdras thought that this servant stood out from the rest.<br><br><strong>"Ah, yes, wine."</strong> He said to the girl as he took a cup of wine from the tray, barely looking at it as his eyes were too busy looking at the kneeling girl before him. He emptied the cup in one swallow, and put the cup back on the tray, his fierce gaze almost not having left the girl from the moment she first caught his eye.<br><strong>"Hm, tell me human, to whom do you belong?"</strong> He asked, raising an eyebrow as he did.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave of Athel Loren</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 07:36:48</strong>
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				Through a combination of her own youthful ignorance and a lifetime of being told - as the elves truly believed - that she was little more than an animal in their eyes - she did not notice the highborn's gaze settling on the her cleavage. <br><br>Watching as then noble swiftly downs a glass of wine, she remains kneeling while he returns the cup and asks her a question, her arms straining under the weight of the tray. She bows her head, her expression worried, the reply coming in heavily accented elven. Her human tongue - while doubtlessly suited for other tasks - lacked the artistry for the poetic language, but why should the noble rulers of the forest have to hear speech in anything but their own language.<br><br>"I am owned by the household Lady Laewinea, Lord. I beg you forgive me if I have caused offense." Her voice is quiet, submissive, and scared - there were few reasons one of the elves would ask after who owned her save to see her punished for some slight or failure to perform.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave of Athel Loren</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hoogie</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 13:33:25</strong>
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				Several thoughts swirled through Achdras' mind, none of them actually befitting an elf and possibly all of them conjured up by the wine and the elevation of his ego that evening, giving him the thought that he could do anything he wished. Which, in this case, he could. <br><br>Achdras gazed once again down upon the creature kneeling before him, in his eyes little to no better than the tray it was holding. Yet, he felt an unexplainable attraction to this being, he knew however that he should not, for it laked the grace, elegance, wisdom and beauty that elven females had. <br>There was one thing that the human servant had that she-elves did not. Elves were built for speed, and their petite frame was crucial.<br><br>The human before Achdras was not. She was clearly not as agile and graceful as elves, but her bodywas more voluptuous. The most noticeable traits that Achdras beheld were her breasts, considerable larger than elven, and her hips wider than those of his kin. Perhaps those were the reason why humans bred like rabbits and multiplied like vermin. <br><br><br>Achdras smiled slightly as he heard the name the servant spoke. Lady Laewinea and his house were close, she and his father had strong ties. This made Achdras certain that there would be no objection to him taking over this servant girl from her. His observant eyes quickly spotted the change in posture of the girl, and his ears detected the frightened undertone in her voice.<br><strong>"That depends, let's see what your master has to say about that. Go and get her for me."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave of Athel Loren</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 04:32:43</strong>
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				"Y...yes Lord." The girl he sends scurrying off sounds near tears, her confusion apparent - she was unsure what he had done to offend him enough to make her fetch her Mistress. Depositing the tray where another servant will take it, going to fetch the noblewoman.<br><br>Soon, the slender, clever eyed noblewoman approaches him, the young servant girl in tow. <br><br>"Achdras, I hear tales of your great victories but you do not come to regale me with them yourself?" She gives him a wry smile, taking a sip of wine from her glass. "The beastmen will dread your coming for generations." Her gaze turns back to the young human girl, who seems to shrink before the two elves.<br><br>"Now, you wanted to see me? Has my little 'Det," the servant has never had her use her full name, "offended you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave of Athel Loren</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hoogie</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 15:10:22</strong>
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				Achdras smirked as he saw the girl run towards her mistress, oblivious to what she should have done.<br><strong>"Ah, I apologise for not having come to you personally, but it seemed that your radiance had left you rather occupied with abundant admirers." </strong> Achdras said, giving the elven noble a nod as a greeting. <br><br><strong>"Well, it seems that this inbred human was attempting to eavesdrop on our conversation. I have noticed her lurking around me for quite some time. I don't know what her intentions could be or what she hopes to learn. Yet I find it disturbing that she does not seem to know her place."</strong><br><br>Achdras did not look upon the servant girl as he laid his accusation, for his gaze might betray something. Rather, he treated her as an object that needed repairing. Surely, his claim was untrue to the ears of the servant girl, but that did not matter, what she thought changed nothing. Truth was what he said and there was an unexplainable force that urged him to stop at nothing to obtain the girl.<br><br><strong>"I know that you are short on personnel since the start of the Great Hunt, which might explain this rise to rebellion of your servants. Yet, this is a rather nice specimen, not quite as uncivilised as most others...</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave of Athel Loren</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 20:14:41</strong>
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				The blood drained from Claudette's face. It didn't even occur to her to dispute what the noble was saying. She hadn't been - she had just been serving wine, as she had been ordered to do. Did he really think...<br><br>Timid, wide human eyes flicker pleadingly between the two elves as they converse. Laewinea's face turns into a slight frown. Her gaze drops down to the girl for a moment, before returning to Achdras, his word unquestioned. If a high born noble spoke regarding a human, their words were undeniable truth.<br><br>"She is a pretty one for her race, isn't she? Which is likely why," she takes the girl roughly by the chin, tracing a finger over her hears, eliciting a whimper from the young woman, "I hesitate to simply cut these off and give them to you in recompense." Letting the girl go, who crumples to her knees, sobbing softly, the noblewoman continues their conversation.<br><br>"What would be a suitable punishment in your eyes Lord Achdras? Her bound in the entry hall with a set of stripes on her back and rump? A week or so sleeping in the stables? Or did you have something else in mine for my little wretch?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave of Athel Loren</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hoogie</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 22:06:48</strong>
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				Achdras regarded the sobbing girl for just a moment, his gaze containing neither remorse or compassion. The sorrow of this girl to him was the same as the sorrow he might feel if his favourite arrow would falter. He truly couldn't care less.<br><br><strong>"Well, I'm not sure, the flogging you consider will break the girl. Humans are weak and shortlived, she might not recover if treated too physically, and sleeping in the stables is hardly a punishment, I for one regard the horses with which we ride into battle much higher than this wretched being."</strong><br><br>A tiny smile could be seen on Achdras' face as the noblewoman was eating from the palm of his hand, it was true that he had always had a certain way with words. His voice charming and persuasive or decisive and rousing when needed. This was a quality that had made him lead so commendably. <br><br><strong>"Might I suggest a different approach? We are aware of a small band of surviving beastmen still present in our home, moving into my territory, actually. No real threat, as my scouts have verified, but still, This servant girl might be of use in laying a trap for the beasts. I would use her as bait, to lure the beastmen in, for it has been proven that beastmen are attracted to young women as well, and then spring the trap. "</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave of Athel Loren</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>26-11-2010, 06:29:45</strong>
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				The woman raises an eyebrow, looking at him with a thoughtful expression.<br><br>"Harsh, but if that is your wish, at least her punishment would serve the forest better."<br><br>The girl goes from frightened to simply incoherent with terror, crumpling to the ground in a heap, tears flowing freely, her eyes wide and pleading, her kneeling position inadvertently giving him a tantalizing view down her dress, which had started the whole mess.<br><br>"Please my Lord, mercy. I meant no offense. Please, I..." she lowers her head, whimpering softly, tear drops wetting the ground. "...I don't want to die." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave of Athel Loren</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hoogie</strong> on <strong>09-12-2010, 20:05:04</strong>
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				<strong>"harsh, I suppose you could call it that. There is a chance that she might survive though, all we need is for her to distract the beastmen for a brief moment, allowing us a clear and unspoiled shot at their throats. If we can accomplish that before they've shown her her own intestines, well, then that's for the best. It is your choice however, but a chance for such an easy ambush is rare."</strong><br>In his mind, Achdras thought that he might have pushed things a bit too much, perhaps this girl was not a servant the wood elf noble was willing to give up so quickly. Perhaps she enjoyed the presence of this servant as some sort of decor to match the rest of her beautiful estate.<br><br>One might not think so as they would look at her now, a mess of a being on the ground, pleading frantically for her worthless life that was not her own. Achdras however, saw something else, there was a certain beauty in the appearance of such a desperate, broken being. A certain surrender that was impossible amongst elves, a certain power that one could exercise on it.<br>The mere thought of such power over something that he desired physically aroused Achdras even more. There would be no ritualistic, equal relationship between elves and humans, never. There was a possibility for something different, normally impossible and immoral for elves, he was sure he wasn't the first one to harbour these thoughts, but it doubtful that the amount of elves that had thought about a human in the way that he did was significant.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave of Athel Loren</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>09-12-2010, 22:59:17</strong>
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				"Please Mistress don't...I..I've always served you well, I didn't mean any..." the girl's pleading falls silent as the elven noblewoman presses a slender finger to her lips.<br><br>"Hush girl. You'll serve the forest as I wish, even if it means your last moments are screaming." She strokes her cheek, not in the way Achdras might, but like one might regard a favored vase. "But you will be with mighty champions of the forest. I'm sure you'll be returned to me."<br><br>With a note of finality, she turns to Achdras. "She'll be waiting outside the hold for you, when the feast is done. Do try not to ruin her unnecessarily." The girl's expression is stricken, resigned, as she is led away, looking shattered.<br><br>---<br><br>True to her word, the noblewoman has left Claudette outside the great forest hold, leashed by a fine rope around her neck to a post near the hunting dogs - though far enough away that the savage creatures won't do the work of the beastmen for them. As the hunting party emerges, she whimpers softly, cowering in fear.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave of Athel Loren</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hoogie</strong> on <strong>11-12-2010, 13:45:53</strong>
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				Achdras grinned to himself, surprised that things had gone so smoothly, if Laewina knew what his true intentions were, why he wanted the girl so badly, then she would have never parted with her. The gentle touch that the noblewoman gave the servant girl somewhat surprised Achdras, it seemed that Laewina was quite fond of the girl as well, though in a different way.<br><br>The celebrations continued for several hours, but still quite some time before the end, Achdras gave his regards to the most prominent members present there and went on his way, giving a small nod to Laewina as he left, knowing why he was leaving early.<br>Achdras and about a dozen of his men and a few of his wardogs found the servant girl tied to a post near the hunting dogs, the expression of fear on her face as clear as it could be. Ordering one of his kin to tie her to a horse, he spoke to her: <strong>"You should be proud to be able to help us defend our sanctuary, human. Yet as expected, you wet yourself in the prospect of doing something noble. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, your kind always responds like this."</strong> Turning his gaze away from her, he nodded to his men, they knew what the plan was, otherwise they wouldn't be bothering with the horses, but the inability of the human to traverse the forest as quickly as they did made horses necessary to catch up to the Beastmen.<br><br>The servant girl was tied to the back of the horse as someone would carry the spoils of a hunt, rather than a person, her arms and legs tied together making it impossible for her to break loose. The dogs quickly caught the Beastmen's scent, but it was still a rather long trip to catch up to them. By the time they were sufficiently close enough, the sun was already starting to set.<br>The beastmen would have caught the scent of them by now as well, especially the human, as the scent of the wood elves was nearly the same as the forest's. <br><br>They found a suitable spot without much difficulty, a tiny clearing, with in the center a large, ageless oak. The elf whose horse had been carrying the servant dismounted, and placed the girl against the tree, tying her arms to a branch above her head, forcing her to stand upright. Not a word was exchanged during this whole time, and Achdras simply signalled to his men to get into position. They quickly drove off the horses, who would get home by themselves before hoisting themselves up in the trees.<br>Achdras himself nimbly climbed up one himself, the leaves and branches nearly making him invisible thanks to his camouflaged clothing. He nodded as he saw his kin in position as well, him probably being the only thing aware of their locations. In the distance, Achdras could already hear the Beastmen approach, heading straight their way. Achdras estimated that the pack numbered about forty beasts. A scouting party, easily dispatchable by them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave of Athel Loren</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 03:02:36</strong>
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				When Achdras speaks to her, lecturing her on how she should be proud to defend to forest, eager to sacrifice herself for something noble, the servant girl only lets out a pitiful, fearful whimper. Heaped over one of the horses like a sack of grain, her hands and feet bound so she could not escape, she rests limply on the horse's haunches.<br><br>Roughly put in place by one of the other hunters, only Achdras aware she hadn't committed an offense against the highborn, she is quickly and efficiently strung up by one of the think, ancient branches. Her arms held up in the air, the girl squirms softly in the bonds, her cheeks streaked with tears. She doesn't make any noise, the energy to resist long since exhausted, the young human woman having accepted her fate.<br><br>At least, that was true until the wood elves had disappeared, and the sound of a bestial hunting horn echoed in the forest, the first of the Gors appearing in the shadows across a small meadow.<br><br>"Oh Lady please, not this. Please, not this. No..." She begins writing frantically in her bonds, her pleas desperate and incoherent as they begin to approach, the horde circling and gathering around the panicked young woman. "Help me! Please, please help me!"
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