An orphan and a Slave:The warriors way(Isen and Kalypso)
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				Title: <strong>An orphan and a Slave:The warriors way(Isen and Kalypso)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isengrad</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 02:38:20</strong>
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				Tyr, the seat of power for the god king Goldrick Doomhammer. Everyone knew the story about how the warlord set forth from his homeland, he found the five keys of the Elements and unlocked the power he needed to unite the lands under one rule.The way the scribes and bard tell it, it was a heroic campaign raged by the would be god-king. He took on hordes of undead, battled giant monsters alone on the top of the tallest mountains in the world, and even had to stare into the void where the specter of death was laughing at him. yes, by all accounts the god-king and his armies put themselves in mortal danger to save all of lyria, and when he succeeded.. he had Tyr built upon the battle field of his greatest victory. A shining beacon of hope in a new world.What a crock of shit.. the truth was far darker then any story the bards had ever told. The god-king was not a savoir..he was a tyrant. In his quest for power he killed men, women, children.. he burned homes, poisoned rivers, and decimated live stock to get the information he wanted.He destroyed lives, killed innocents and set up a place where his word is gospel, and to go against gospel is to invite death.<br><br><strong>"Great..."</strong> muttered &nbsp;jacob &nbsp;(http://comps.fotosearch.com/comp/SDA/SDA501/torso-long-hair_~stsc00001.jpg) as he sat at the bar. A large tankerd in his hands neerly empty. he found out through the local resistance(cause others besides our hero figured out the king was a tyrant) the only way they could think of to dethrone the king. The keys had given Goldrick almost limitless power and he was liken unto a god at this point. A quick glance at his tankerd shown he had almost finished the thing. Now his dillema was to buy another one.. or search for the help he knew he would need on this quest. He had long been looking for a way to pull that pompous king off the throne of tyr, ever since Goldrick butchered his clan has Jacob been searching for that. Now it almost seemed hopeless.. everyone knew that Goldrick had scattered the keys to the farthest parts of lyria once he attained his power. So to find the answer he consulted a seer in the resistance, she gave him exactly what he wanted... and a warning that if he did it alone he would fail. Even more strange then that, this companion would have to be a woman, now he met some strong women in his time.. but never any that he would trust his back to.. that could handle their own in battle.<br><br>He was still contemplating another drink when a caravan thundered by him, looking up he could tell it was the slave trade. It was once outlawed in certain parts.. but as soon as Goldrick rose to power it was not only legalized, but supported by the god-king himself.In the last wagon to pass he could make out a few woman in the back.Stange enough they looked well toned, battle hardened. It was enough to peak his interest and he rose from his seat at the bar. A gold piece placed on the bar top as payment was all he did before he gathered his sword and armor and followed the trade wagons. he was intrigued enough by the women to follow.. though he was not for slavery, he was not against it either.. to him it simply was, and if they were selling battle slaves like he thought. then any gold he spent on one of them would be well worth it.<br><br>"ladies and gentlemen.." the tradesman began. A large man, his rotund body barley contained by the dirty silk shirt he wore and pants that looked a size to small on him. The man looked like a pig in truth, pink chubby face. and upturned nose.".. We have a wonderful collection of slaves her for you tonight. hard working labor slaves..." he said, the chubby man trying to flex for the crowd.".. the wonders of our trained pleasure slaves.." he continued, his hands tracing the outline of a woman."..And of course, our very own female battle slaves, money making and pleasure rolled into one package, a premium package for the entrepreneur" the crowd seemed to sheer, The battle pits were one of the largest dens in the city, and you could make gold by the barrelfull with a proper battle slave...of course Jacob had something else in mind.He stood in the back, watching as slave after slave were bought and given to their owners. At last they reached the battle slaves, and though the barker boasted so much about them.. most of them looked unhealthy. It was not until she walked up, a dark haired girl.. a warriors cut to her body. there were a few paltry bid.. seemed since she was the last everyone was out of money.<strong>"100 gold pieces"</strong> he shouted, a full 50 above the last bid. With everyone stunned by the bid, the tradesman had no choice to award Jacob his prize.
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				Post by: <strong>Lady Kalypso</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 22:07:55</strong>
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				Drusilla (http://www.b4unews.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/haifa-wehbej1.jpg) had been a slave for so long, she couldn't remember what freedom smelled like, tasted like, or looked like. At the age of five, she was ripped from her mother's arms by Goldrick's army, forced to be trained in the ways of womanhood before she even knew what it was. At thirteen, she was given a sword and shield, and told that hse would be a pit fighter until she was sold, either to a pleasure master or a pit fight master. Either way she was skilled in both and would be used for one or the other, or both, upon her next market trip. <br><br>That occurred three years later, when Drusilla was sixteen, when a wealthy senator came by Drusilla's master's home and witnessed Drusilla fighting. Seeing as it was a good prospect for his son, the senator bought Drusilla out right, doubling what she was actually worth. Drusilla was brought to the senator's home, forced to perform house hold duties and pit fighting, killing many of the opponents she was put up against. There was just one - once, remember - that Drusilla ever lost a fight, and she would bear that reminder each and every day. It happened just a year after she was bought by the senator, who, after having come to terms with his slaves dying if they were matched with Drusilla decided to put Drusilla up with another senator's pit fighting slave. Drusilla's opponent looked ten years her senior, and yet, throughout the fight, she thought that she would win. Unfortunately, over-eagerness caused her to fail to protect her right side, and as she swung her sword tot he left, aiming at the woman's stomach, her opponent had managed to drive her dagger into Drusilla's side. <br><br>It took six months for Drusilla to recover and pick up a sword, and another three months before she was able to fight again. Unfortunately, she was no the same, for her right side was always weaker than her left. Her owner found no other choice but to see Drusilla sold, and this is where we pick up our story. Dressed in a simple leather corset&nbsp; with a leather skirt and gladiator shoes, Drusilla was put into a carriage with several other pit fighting slaves. Seven of them she had encountered, and they all looked scared. Drusilla on the other hand, was mad, and held her tongue while the rest pleaded for them to be sold to good homes who would take care of them. As one by one were sold, Drusilla was soon the only one left, and handled quite roughly as she was brought on stage. Having been the last of the slave for sale, most of the crowd was uninterested, and as the bids were called out, the auctioneer was getting more and more excited about it. A bid was called out for one hundred gold coins, and auctioneer went still for several moments, finally giving into it and handing Drusilla to her new master. Drusilla looked at her new master, saying nothing, but waiting for him to say something. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: An orphan and a Slave:The warriors way(Isen and Kalypso)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isengrad</strong> on <strong>16-01-2011, 21:15:59</strong>
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				A pleasant smile was on his face as she was brought closer, this one looked promising. She seemed to have the air of an old fighter, but judging from the lack of many scars (at least where he could see)she was a good one. he nodded at the guard who handed Jacob the length of rope that was secured to the slaves wrists. jacobs eyes took her in, examined her before he handed the 100 gold over to the guard who was waiting. once the gold was in his hand the guard turned and left, the crowd was dispersing for there were no slaves left for sale.Jacob checked to see how much gold he had left, he had enough for food.. and to outfit her for the trip.<strong>"Come on, we can start with a nice meal."</strong><br><br>A few short moments later he and dru were sitting down in one of the many eateries they had about. he was looking over at her thoughtfully while waiting for her food to arrive.<strong>"Eat up..."</strong> he said to her once the plates of food had been set down on the table. he wanted to make sure she had the strength for this.<strong>"... First of all, your not going to be fighting in anymore pit fights.. not if we can help it.I need help with something..when were done, and if we survived.. you'll have your freedom."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: An orphan and a Slave:The warriors way(Isen and Kalypso)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Kalypso</strong> on <strong>17-01-2011, 20:34:03</strong>
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				Drusilla kept her eyes averted, as she was trained, and moved forward as the guard commanded of her. When she stopped before her new master, her gaze rose briefly, to take in his features, and gauge whether or not he was attractive physically. When she dropped her gaze again, she registered that aye, he was attractive. She would have no problem being with him, and he would no doubt admire that she was still a virgin. It was what caused her price to be so high.<br><br>He spoke, and she nodded her head silently, following him to one of the numerous eateries that were in the village. At his command, she ate, albeit delicately, as her training suggested. When she was nearly finished with her meal, he spoke, and she looked up at him, slightly stunned at what he was saying. Freedom? She did not know freedom, and as she opened her mouth to speak, she hesitated in what she wanted to say. Overcoming it, however, she spoke, her voice husky. "What, Dominus, is it you have in mind of me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: An orphan and a Slave:The warriors way(Isen and Kalypso)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isengrad</strong> on <strong>17-01-2011, 22:39:34</strong>
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				Jacob shook his head <strong>"I wont talk about it here, not in this city."</strong> he said, he let it drop at that. The god-kings eyes and ears were everywhere in the city of tyr.he waited patiently for her to finish her meal, this was probably the last good one she would have for awhile, himself as well. .. but for his quest he needed her in good health.. at least at the start.When she was done he layed a few of the coins he had left on the counter and stood up, motioning for her to follow he walked out of the restaurant. <br><br>It took awhile, moving though the city streets and the crowds therein, to reach the armorer.. but by the time the sun was starting to descend from the sky they were there.<strong>"Lets get you some armor, and a decent weapon. you know what your good with.. and how you fight. so go, find the stuff you need and be back here before the shopkeeper has to leave." </strong> he said to her. he should have enough for a decnt armor set and a halfway good weapon. he took a seat by the door, large sword set to the side as the shopkeeper came over <br><br>"hello, anything I can help you with." asked the store owner of Jacob, completely bypassing her seeing as she was a slave.. the collar that was around her neck proved that much.<br><br><strong>"You could try asking her."</strong> Jacob replied sharply. He had hoped he would not have to put up with this.. some people thought so little of slaves that they refused to treat them like humans.<br><br>"but sir shes a slave.. well.." he beagn before he cut himself short. jacobs hand went to that large sword he carried and griped the hilt tightly. The shop keeper took this as his que and turned back to Dru "So...Miss..." you could tell he had to force that through."..how can i help you?"
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