Demons of the Northern Cities
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				Title: <strong>Demons of the Northern Cities</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavaske</strong> on <strong>10-06-2012, 00:30:54</strong>
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				Krushus, chief of the Grand Ox Tribe was restless.&nbsp; His thick muscles, lean stature and tanned hide did not come to him from a life of sedation, sitting in a wagon guarding slaves.&nbsp; But hard times had fallen upon the Grand Ox Tribe.&nbsp; Their numbers had dwindled severely after a series of attacks by the Blood Crows.&nbsp; They could no longer stake claim to lands in the great prairie, without warriors to fend off intruders.&nbsp; But Krushus was nothing if not adaptable and he knew the tongue of both the southern and northern kingdoms, as well as all the land in between the two.&nbsp; Under his leadership, the Grand Ox Tribe became the greatest smugglers known throughout both kingdoms.<br><br>Today he was contracted to transport a single slave.&nbsp; Why he was to bring only one, he was unsure.&nbsp; The buyer had simply given him a location to make the rendezvous to retrieve her and the promise of two dozen horses and bright-steel barding for each.&nbsp; He had studied his prisoner, bound by her hands and feet to two iron bars that helped to form the frame upon which the canvas of the covered wagon was laid.&nbsp; She was probably beautiful to the man who intended to buy her, he thought- though two dozen horses was a very high price for a simple sex slave.<br><br>“Do you have knowledge of the reason you are here?” he asked her in a thick, guttural accent.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Demons of the Northern Cities</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadySyn</strong> on <strong>12-06-2012, 02:30:14</strong>
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				Alessia was very still, her eyes gazing ever forward. The young girl's face was mired with a blank expression, and her breathing was quite normal. Overall, she seemed in good health. She was wearing only a small black dress, which ended just below her knees. The straps fit nicely over her toned shoulders, and the fabric clung to her body ever so slightly. It looked like nightwear, to be honest. When she finally heard her captive speak, her steely gaze turned towards him, and she smiled rather warmly.<br><br>"Apparently, someone wishes have me for themselves. I do hope you get a good reward for bringing me to him safely." she replied, not a single tremor in her cute, youthful voice.<br><br>The young girl returned her gaze forward, tilting her head to the side ever so slightly in order to remove a few rogue hairs from the front of her face. She breathed deeply, and exhaled. The time had almost come...she would meet him soon. But why her? Of all people, why Alessia?
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