Lies and subterfuge (Brandon & DeviantMunster)
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				Title: <strong>Lies and subterfuge (Brandon &amp; DeviantMunster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>13-09-2009, 06:58:47</strong>
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				Purple luminescent gems shined over the people in the massive subterranean city. Paved granite walkways and buildings carved from the stalagmites and stalactites of the massive opening rose hundreds of feet in the air. Each building carved with an eloquent grace and attention to detail that few races could conceive. Beneath the dimly lit gems people walked, or rather elves. Elves with skin as black as ash and mannerisms that would frighten demons. Some called them Dark elves, others Drow, yet that didn't matter to them for they called themselves the children of Lolth, the spider queen.<br><br>They had been banished beneath the earth eon's ago by the other elven gods and races and while the elves thought that their cousins were doomed to waste away and die tot he harsh conditions of the underground the children persevered and created city's of stone and glass that were frighteningly beautiful to even the most well crafted cities that men, elves, or dwarves could fathom. Now they prospered in their own politics and darkness especially in this city, Mul'darin<br><br>The plaza was full today with a new slave shipment in. Its granite walkways packed full of the various subterranean races and one by one slaves were lead up to a stage, wrapped in heavy chains, presented to the audience and the bidding's began. The voices of the separate and alien languages echoing out across the plaza and each slave was sold within a matter of minutes. Finally the time came for a young surface elf girl and when she was put on stage the look of a hundred dark elves' hatred poured into her...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lies and subterfuge (Brandon &amp; DeviantMunster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DeviantMunster</strong> on <strong>14-09-2009, 02:19:11</strong>
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				Fear. Fear was the predominant emotion within the young elf, from the time of her capture to the moment came that she too would be forced onto the stage to be viewed by the loathsome stares of hundreds upon hundreds of dark elves. She shivered a little as she watched the slave from before, a human woman, be led off of the stage, her own anxiety building as she chewed lightly upon her inner cheek. Her thoughts constantly drifted back to her family, back to the foolish moment she'd been taken, not really wanting to focus upon the present and dwell on where she was, and what would be done to her.<br><br>The youthful surface elf had been bathing, using one of the few reclusive spots she'd found, simply enjoying the cool water running over her body. Her captors had come upon her suddenly and with force, easily subduing her before she'd had a chance to fight back. While a drow attack so close to their city was practically unheard of, she'd nevertheless paid for her carelessness.<br><br>As she was suddenly pushed towards the stage, the blonde elf made her way to the middle, yet not quite like her captor had thought. She did her best to gather her dignity, forcing her back to be straight as she turned to face the crowd, her chin slightly raised. Standing before the numerous of subterranean creatures, she looked utterly calm and composed, except for the slightly shiver that coursed through her body, partially due to the cool air.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lies and subterfuge (Brandon &amp; DeviantMunster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>14-09-2009, 06:12:09</strong>
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				The auctioneer didnt seem to mind how she carried herself on stage. In a way it was good because she would get a greater bidding war from people that wanted to break her will rather then an already trained slave. He raised a hand to get the crowd to quiet down before beginning the bids. Most of them were low, few Dark elves would bid any large sum on one of their surface betheren because they would rather kill them then keep them as a slave of any kind. <br><br><em>10...<br><br>20...<br><br>50...<br><br>100...</em><br><br>Then the average bids skyrocketed as someone called out a price of 1,000 gold pieces. The auctioneer as well as many others were taken aback at such a high price for her and he thought that the bid might not be true, so he called for the bidder to step forward. <br><br>They did, or rather she did. She wore the robes of a priestess, revealing clothes that showed off her womanly curves and much of her ash black skin. Her hair a mane of snow white was tied back and flowed down almost to her ankles. Her belt had two small knives on it, each one made to look like a spiders legs pointing downward and forming the blade. She was surronded by twelve soldiers, each one dressed in the heaviest and most ornatly made armor she had ever seen as well as armed with a single curved sword on their hip. <br><br>As she stood there she repeated the bid "1,000 gold pieces for her."<br><br>The auctioneer nodded and waited for a few moments to make sure there would be no more bids. There were none, no one would want to pay that much for a high elf. There was a bang on the podium as he pronounced her sold and two of the slavers lead her down toward the gate. it opened, surronded by the same soldiers with the woman standing in the center, arms crossed in a kind of seductively graceful stance that invited the young girl into her circle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lies and subterfuge (Brandon &amp; DeviantMunster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DeviantMunster</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 20:43:43</strong>
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				<strong>Selvaria Amakiir</strong><br>Selvaria stood awkwardly upon the stage, her spirits falling even further than they had as she heard the numbers being called. She winched as people placed their wagers, valuing her life for so very little, some part of her coming to realize that she'd probably be killed before her father or whoever was able to even launch a rescue attempt. A small bubble of fear filled her as she waited to see who would become her new owner, yet she was just as startled as the announcer when someone called out 1000 gold coins upon her life. Her eyes widened a fraction as she tried to pick out who had called out the bid, her gaze falling upon the beautiful priestess almost immediately, noting the guards that were surrounding her. Part of her was relieved, thinking that her own significance, her relation to her family line had been discovered, perhaps assuring her own life.<br><br>Selvaria meekly followed the slavers as they tugged her towards the gate, not putting up a fight for the moment as she took several breathes to calm her rapidly hammering heart. As the gate opened though and she was pushed forward, she was utterly taken by surprise by the amount of deadly, armed drow that surrounded her and her new owner. Selvaria's heart skipped a beat as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, fearing to move forward towards the odd, elegant drowess before her. Finally with grim determination she stepped forward, unsure of what to expect, yet dreading what it might be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lies and subterfuge (Brandon &amp; DeviantMunster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 06:29:29</strong>
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				The woman stood with arms crossed over her abdomen and she took her time looking over her new slave in great detail before moving. She walked forward slowly till she was within arms reach and then turned to the right, walking around her slowly step by step and taking her new slaves form in in even greater detail.<br><br>As she returned to the front of the girl she smiled a bit and nodded "Yes, you will do nicely. Quite nicely indeed." she said softly. "I am Lady Emyalla Ver'lin, Matriarch of House Ver'lin and your new owner. I prefer not to call you slave, so what is your name child?"
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