The White Forest (Tachi & Altheras)
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				Title: <strong>The White Forest (Tachi &amp; Altheras)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tachi</strong> on <strong>29-06-2009, 04:47:44</strong>
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				The surrounding area was different from any other on Medius Locus. That difference was blatantly obvious for one could not miss the stark white trees that were indigenous only to this area. They called it “The White Forest” for this reason. Everything on the trees was white, from their roots to their leaves, and it was all natural. <br><br>It probably had something to do with the ancient wars that their ancestors had battled in long ago, soaking the land in their magic. Even so there was nothing wrong with the trees and they functioned normally, bringing no harm to the animals who ate their leaves and those who made their homes it them. There weren’t many sentient creatures here compared to other places, but the largest race was the Sanguine elves.<br><br>Sanguine elves were different from their elven brethren in several ways. The first was their physical appearance. Sanguine elves were usually albino; pale skin, white hair, and blood red eyes. Though their hair color may differ their eyes are always are always blood red. The second difference was, like the other blood races, that they were able to use blood magic. Blood magic was vastly more powerful and dangerous than any other kind, requiring strength of blood to be able to control it. This strength was given to them by their god, Magnicus.<br><br>Magnicus is the God of Blood and is one of the most popular gods of Medius Locus. Those who pray to him believe that there is power in blood and that part of your spirit resides in it. Therefore, sharing and drinking it was an exchange of souls. Those who were referred to as Blood Children/Races were those who were blessed by Magnicus with the unique ability to control blood to some extent and to use it in their magic.<br><br>The last difference was that Sanguine elves were isolated from the other races. Having been used for their abilities and beauty, even to the point of being kidnapped and sold as slaves, they no longer trusted anyone. With that thought in mind they moved deep into The White Forest and have not emerged since. Those who are not welcomed by them and invade their territory are usually never heard of again.<br><br>Cruencial was one of those elves. <br><br>Wiping the sweat off his brow he walked through the stone and wooden city, most of it being as white as the forest was, and not for the first time he wished that there was some color around here. Although he had grown up with this whiteness and was used to it enough not to go snow-blind, there were so many other colors that could be used instead. He understood its purpose though, for he, like all other Sanguine elves, hated outsiders.<br><br>Those who travelled here, as rare as they were, usually ended up lost in a sea of white until they could not tell one thing from another. It was this confusion that allowed them time to find and contain them. Once captured they would be taken to the counsel where their fate would be decided, but that had nothing to do with what Cruencial was doing now.<br><br>He had run out of morning bells, a flower that was ground up and mixed in with tea, causing a calming effect, and he needed more of them. If he allowed it he was sure that someone would offer to get them for him or to help him, but he had no desire to be so lazy. Dressed in white clothing that was made from animal hide and the bark of trees, though little of it due to the heat, he headed out into the forest in search of his flower.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Forest (Tachi &amp; Altheras)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Altheras</strong> on <strong>30-06-2009, 01:37:04</strong>
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				Sharthis had always heard fairy tales about the fabled Sanguine Elves who lived beyond the boundaries of the white forest. They were said to be snow white with red eyes and the ability to control blood magic. He'd also been told that no one who ever ventured into those woods ever came back out. He had never been a big believer in fairy tales though. He assumed that these so-called Sanguine Elves were just a story made up to terrify the children of the village into staying out of that magical forest. Perhaps some great mystery or power was within those woods, something the older elves of his village had not wanted the younger ones to discover.<br><br>Despite his father's insistence that the Sanguine Elves did exist, and in fact long ago one had fled those woods and came to live in their village, he was not at all convinced. The female Sanguine Elf had been known as Nosdormia, and was in fact, according to all tales, his great grandmother, his father's grandmother. Fendrigal, his father, had often tried to convince him of this by pointing out the pale hair and skin often seen in their family line. In fact Sharthis had six brothers, and while he himself had dark tan skin and jet black hair, some of the others had frightfully pale skin or white hair, two of them were even pale white with white hair. In fact his father himself had stark white hair, while boasting a dark tan. He had puzzled over this for a while, but had simply decided they had an albino in their background and that the Sanguine Elf story was nothing more than a cruel story about an otherwise ordinary elf.<br><br>He sat out this day to prove them all wrong. He was going to go into that dreaded white forest and chop down a tree. He would bring it back for all to see, as proof that he had been there and come out just fine.<br><br>As he approached the white forest he brushed his long black hair back out of his pale grey eyes. He was going to conquer this forest, and rid his people of their fear of it! He hefted his axe over his shoulder and boldly stalked into the forest, heading deeper within until he was sure he must be at the heart of the wood. He looked for a suitably sized tree to chop down, missing the subtle beauty of the woods in his grim determination to prove his people wrong.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Forest (Tachi &amp; Altheras)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tachi</strong> on <strong>30-06-2009, 02:08:35</strong>
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				His basket was almost filled to the brim and he decided that was enough for now. He liked to leave as much as he could so they would continue growing and pollinating each other. As he was about to turn back he paused and listened for a moment. The wind rustled the leaves and in the distance a bird was crying an alarm. They normally did such things for predators, but this call was different. Although he couldn't fully understand the trees, they too were telling him that something was wrong.<br><br>Leaving his basket near the other flowers, whom he silently thanked for their usage, he headed off in the direction of the call. He knew this forest by heart and would never get lost, taking the shortest path and arriving quickly. Blending in with the trees, due to his paleness, he silently approached the intruder. He had an ax on him, not something that would be of much harm to him, but he figured that he had been planning on using it on the trees.<br><br>The man's skin color and hair stood out immediately amongst the white and drew his attention. Now was not the time to muse on it though. Watching as he picked a tree and made a move to cut it down, he quickly came up behind him and stopped his hand before he could swing it. Twisting his wrist he forced him to drop the ax and then cast a spell to bind his hands behind his back. He would have to take him to the counsel.<br><br>First things first though. Rolling him over he stood over him, taking his ax, and glaring down at him. Cruencial was not normally violent but he was assertive, he had to be to have gotten where he was. His pose now was threatening, letting him know that he would use magic against him again if he tried anything.<br><br>"Tell me your name." He demanded.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Forest (Tachi &amp; Altheras)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Altheras</strong> on <strong>30-06-2009, 02:49:54</strong>
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				Sharthis stared up at the pale elf, his mouth falling open in surprise. This was the last thing he'd expected. His grey eyes lingered over the elf's features, he was stark white with the characteristic blood red eyes. Could this truly be a sanguine elf?<br><br>He blinked his eyes several times as if hoping it was just a mirage or a dream. When blinking did not seem to clear the image from his vision he sighed softly and shut his mouth, his eyes wide with shock. The tales had been true! All along his father had been telling him the truth! The woods really were guarded by these cruel pale elves.<br><br>Suddenly realizing his hands were bound behind his back he began to struggle with the invisible bonds, finding his motions useless to free him. A small tinge of panic flooded his senses, but he held it back, trying to mask it with his haughty demeanor. "I am Sharthis! Eldest son of Lord Fendrigal! I demand that you release me!"
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				Post by: <strong>Tachi</strong> on <strong>30-06-2009, 03:04:57</strong>
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				"You <em>demand</em>?" His eyes narrowed. Although he was born lower class he was now considered an aristocrat and to be spoken to in this manner was unacceptable. The boy was haughty but had not the strength to back it up. His false sense of grandeur would soon be stripped from him. "You have not the right to demand anything."<br><br>No longer caring about his name he sealed his mouth as well and picked him up by the front of his shirt. Not wanting to keep a hold of said shirt, he took his arm instead and started dragging him though the woods, back to where he had left his basket. He would retrieve it before heading into the city. Just to make sure that he wouldn't struggle he told him just what he could do to him.<br><br>"Struggle and you will be dragged unconscious instead." He could kill him and wouldn't be faulted, but he did not want to end his life. It had been a long time since he had seen an outsider and he wanted to know more about him. His mouth though would get him in trouble.
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				Post by: <strong>Altheras</strong> on <strong>30-06-2009, 12:07:26</strong>
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				Sharthis shuddered as the other elf easily dragged him. He had been the strongest and largest of his brothers, being yanked around like this was astonishing to him. He'd never been handled or spoken to like this before. As the eldest son of a lord he'd actually always been very pampered and looked up to. <br><br>His ears drooped as he thought over his situation. No matter how he analyzed it, it just didn't look good. His father had told him not to come here, and he had, so the odds of his father coming to rescue him were slim. He thought briefly of struggling, his fight or flight instinct kicking in. He decided on flight, and began to desperately yank at his captor, trying to free himself as he dug his heels into the ground. He could not yell for help, nor truly fight against him, but he desperately wanted to run from this strange elf.
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				Post by: <strong>Tachi</strong> on <strong>30-06-2009, 19:40:24</strong>
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				Cruencial had warned the elf but still he did not listed. It was expected though, for even one as stupid as him should realize his predicament by now. None the less he was going to keep his word, but instead of injuring the man he paused for a moment, setting his basket and the ax down, and brought a few of the morning bells' close to his nose. Crushing them there he let the pollun, which had to be handled carefully for untreated it would cause the person to sleep, and let the flower do its job. <br><br>Once he was out Cruencial disposed of the now useless flowers and made sure to clean himself of the pollun. Slinging the elf over his shoulder he gathered his things again and continued moving. Even with the extra weight it was easier than fighting a stubborn, mule of an elf. <em>Really, outsiders should know not to enter our territory.</em><br><br>When he arrived in the city he ignored the rest of the elves who by now had stopped to stare at him and the elf he was carrying in shock. Already he could feel the bad energy around him and knew that if it was up to them that they'd vote for his death. It caused him to frown, for he didn't like outsiders but would not wish instant death upon them. This boy needed to be punished but it seemed a waste to simply end his life.<br><br>It took him a while to get to counsel but when he did the others were already there, undoubtedly hearing about the commotion he'd caused. Without a word he sat the elf down on his seat at the table and waited for the others to do the same, listening to the silent conversations they were having. A person's body language said a lot about them.<br><br>Cruencial put the flowers down on a smaller table next to the large, open space that was called a window. There was no glass and they had no need for it. It was elven magic that kept the wind and the elements at bay, also preventing anyone from falling or getting in that way. <br><br>"Cruencial, what is the meaning of this?" One of the others asked. There had always been a little tension between him and the other members since he had not been born into this position. It didn't bother him though, his goal had never been to make it to the counsel; it just happened to work out that way.<br><br>"I found him in woods, attempting to cut down a tree." They murmured for a moment, already not liking him as an outsider, but to enter their forest for the purpose of destroying it? Cruencial knew that most of their minds had been made up and that if he didn't say anything then they would probably kill him.<br><br>"I will take charge of him. He was stupid and naive, but he is just a boy. He should have the right to speak for himself as well." There were protests but they could not argue against him. Taking someone in was as good as making them yours. They had no right to dictate his property. Since the flowers hadn't worn off yet he was forced to cast a spell to force him awake, making sure that he was secured to the chair by using its wood to wrap around him bodily, keeping him in place.<br><br>Putting the ax down on the marble table he leaned on it and faced his captive.
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				Post by: <strong>Altheras</strong> on <strong>01-07-2009, 07:41:07</strong>
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				Sharthis trembled for a moment then his eyes snapped open. He glanced around at the sanguine elves before him, his gaze coming to rest on Cruencial. He was proud, but not stupid enough to say anything haughty now that he was faced with a whole room full of these pale elves.<br><br>"I... am Sharthis. Eldest son of Lord Fendrigal... all of my life I have been told tales of your people... I did not believe them. For that I have been a fool... please... if you will send ambassadors out to my village, perhaps a price can be negotiated for me?" He looked worried as he spoke.<br><br>He was afraid that they would kill him. He was pretty sure that was what was normally done with outsiders, and even if they did agree to send someone to his father what was the likelihood of Fendrigal being willing to send anything to pay for his unworthy son's freedom? He glanced around the room again, his eyes once again settling on Cruencial. "Please... don't kill me!"
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				Post by: <strong>Tachi</strong> on <strong>01-07-2009, 08:10:03</strong>
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				"We do not leave this forest nor negotiate with outsiders. I'm sorry, but you will not be allowed to leave. You have only two options; consent to be taken in by me as a slave or die. Your rebellious nature cannot be trusted." It was a cruel option to give him but that was the way things were. It had kept them safe for many years and they would keep on doing it. If he had heard the rumors of them then his family would know better than to come after him.<br><br>If he agreed to become his slave then Cruencial would have to think of a purpose for him--and where he would put him for that matter. There was no reason to think about it before he decided. The boy was stubborn so there was the slight chance that he would choose death instead. If so then it was out of his hands.
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				Post by: <strong>Altheras</strong> on <strong>01-07-2009, 08:14:40</strong>
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				Sharthis looked shocked, almost as if he'd been slapped in the face. He'd never been faced with a decision like this, slavery or death... but what would slavery mean? He silently cursed himself for being foolish enough to come here. He had been set to inherit his father's nobility as his eldest son, and now his only choices were to die or be a lowly slave!<br><br>His hands shook and he chewed on his bottom lip as he gazed up at the Sanguine elf. "I.... I choose life. Whatever that may mean." He hung his head. He had no intention of being an obedient good little slave, and perhaps in time he might find a way to escape his captor. Anything was better than choosing death.
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				Post by: <strong>Tachi</strong> on <strong>01-07-2009, 08:25:07</strong>
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				Turning to the council he saw their begrudging acceptance. He had won himself a slave then, though he really had no use for him. <em>But,</em> he thought <em>at least he's pretty to look at.</em> His darker skin and hair fascinated him and he wanted to get a closer look at it later but there were other things that needed to be attended to right now.<br><br>"Come with me." Cruencial demanded, turning back to Sharthis. "Do not force me to knock you unconscious again."<br><br>He could be tolerant at times but he had his limits. He expected to be obeyed and would not hesitate in dealing out punishment if he went against him. From his attitude earlier he knew that he would try something sooner or later and he would be on the look out for it. Sighing, he supposed it was a good thing he had all this free time to train him.<br><br>Once again he took the elf's arm and lead him to the exit, taking him down the winding stairs made of white wood. Vines curled around the railings, carved out from the wood, and were so intricate they looked like they could be real. Once on the street he started leading him back to his home.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Forest (Tachi &amp; Altheras)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Altheras</strong> on <strong>01-07-2009, 08:30:14</strong>
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				Sharthis followed him willingly this time, not wanting to make a scene in front of the other elves. For all he knew rebelling would get him killed by one of the others. He knew Cruencial had some strange fascination with him, and he was relying on that for now, to keep him alive. The time for rebelling would come later. He assumed that his owner would no doubt be asking unreasonable things of him once they were within the confines of his home. For now he was content to simply follow him and take in the sights.<br><br>The city was all white, no matter where he looked, everything seemed to be white, except for the occasional red eyes of some sanguine elf on him. His eyes lingered on Cruencial as he was dragged along by him, though his feet were going willingly he still felt as if he were being yanked around, the strange elf was incredibly strong it seemed. "What are you going to do with me?"
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				Post by: <strong>Tachi</strong> on <strong>01-07-2009, 09:19:10</strong>
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				"I don't know." He answered honestly. He still had to figure things out for himself. Cruencial didn't often act upon impulse so at the moment he was a bit lost, but that would change soon and he would quickly figure out what he wanted from him once he had the time. Firstly though was the task of getting him back to his home and teaching him what was expected of him.<br><br>Undoubtedly the boy would get lost in this city, surrounded by white, so for now there wasn't a chance of him escaping. Besides, if anyone saw him running madly into the forest they'd stop him and bring him back. He was allowed leniency in the city but he was not allowed to enter the forest without him or an appointed guard.<br><br>A few minutes more and they reached his home at the edge of the city. It was a large marble tower with lookout windows all around it. He was placed here because of his status as a mage. If an unlikely attack happened to occur then he had the best viewing point to cast his spells. The tower itself was guarded by his magic and at the moment no one but him was allowed to enter. He changed that though by biting into his finger, his slightly sharper than normal canines puncturing the skin, and then pressed it against the door, speaking in an unknown dialect to allow Sharthis entry.<br><br>"Your blood is needed as well." Cruencial unbound his arms but kept his grip on him, taking his other hand and biting it as well. Pressing it against the door he continued his spell and Sharthis was accepted. Blood magic was the strongest type of magic and the only one fitting to protect his home. Cruencial took his finger back again and this time licked the blood off of it, savoring its taste as well as healing the wound.<br><br>As a blood magic user he had a peculiar kink for blood and loved the taste of it, not enough to go around seeking it though. It was better as a rare delight that could be savored.<br><br>"You are now permitted to enter my home." There was four levels of the tower. The first was the greeting room and entrance way, the second a library and study (basically his office), the third the bedroom, and the forth the tower. There was only one bed and one bedroom, since the whole tower only had a twenty foot radius, it being in the shape of a cylinder.<br><br>Once inside he let him go, the door automatically locking itself. He had cast the spell to let him come in whenever he wanted, but he could not leave without his permission. Leading him up to the greeting room he waited for him to take the sights in before he began speaking. In the room was a plush sofa, made from a wood frame and fabric stuffed with feathers and cotton along with a spell or two, a coffee table, rack for coats, as well as a fire place. Unlike the rest of the city, Cruencial had given his home color. The walls were a navy blue and he had a hand sown tapestry opposite to the couch, depicting colorful creatures of all sorts. The floor was stone, of course, but there was a cushioned fur rug in front of the fire he liked to indulge himself with from time to time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Forest (Tachi &amp; Altheras)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Altheras</strong> on <strong>01-07-2009, 09:46:30</strong>
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				The dark skinned elf looked over the contents of the room. It was nearly as grand as his father's massive home had been. It had held several rooms and was very lavishly furnished, his family wealth prominently on display. He found himself longing to be back there, just to be allowed to sleep in his own bed again. A small tear slipped down one cheek and he hastily wiped it away, turning his head away from the Sanguine elf and walking over to the tapestry to admire it for a time.<br><br>It was really very colorful. It was quite a relief from the colorless city, and he found that several of the creatures on it were of sorts that he had never seen before. he suspected perhaps they might be native only to the white forest. He sighed, folding his hands behind him as he stared at it, wanting to lose himself in it and forget that he was here.
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				Post by: <strong>Tachi</strong> on <strong>01-07-2009, 10:00:36</strong>
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				"You should not have come here, but what's done is done. There are things you must know and learn in order to live here. Firstly, you may enter here whenever you wish, but you cannot exit without my permission. As you should have noticed, my spells are of blood magic. They cannot be broken while I am still living--possibly not even in my death." It really depended upon the circumstances, but he wasn't going to teach him that.<br><br>Watching him look at the tapestry he had all the aura of a stuck up rich boy whom had never wanted for anything. It irritated him. Cruencial had the urge to force him into submission but calmed himself, needing to teach him the rules first. That time would come soon enough.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Forest (Tachi &amp; Altheras)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Altheras</strong> on <strong>01-07-2009, 10:10:44</strong>
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				Sharthis turned to face him, his features once again strong and arrogant. He had no real fear of Cruencial, though truthfully he should have. "Who are you to order me? I am the son of a Nobleman... and you. What are you but a mage?" He glared at him, feeling superior to this pale elf. "I was born to be nobility, what of yourself peasant?"<br><br>He spoke through barred teeth, his eyes narrowed, as he brushed his long black hair back out of his eyes. He knew he was going to upset the sanguine, but he suddenly didn't care. He was furious with being treated like a child.
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				Post by: <strong>Tachi</strong> on <strong>01-07-2009, 10:19:36</strong>
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				Aside from narrowing his eyes he did not show his anger. It was an old trick of his that caught people off guard; pretending that he wasn't affected and then exacting his wrath. Slowly he walked up to him and swiftly pinned him to the wall, his wrists trapped above him.<br><br>"I am a member of the high counsel, those who run this city. I am not just a mage--I am most powerful one here. And you...what have you done for yourself? You hide behind your father's title and sit in the lap of luxury, doing nothing and earning nothing for yourself. It is fitting that you are now of the lowest rank." Cruencial did not want to break him completely, just enough to gain his obedience and destroy his attitude.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The White Forest (Tachi &amp; Altheras)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Altheras</strong> on <strong>05-07-2009, 16:10:39</strong>
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				Sharthis flinched as the other elf so easily pinned him to the wall, his strength seemingly useless against him. He tugged at his arms, but found them held fast. Glaring at the sanguine he shook his head, unwilling to back down simply because he was being held still.<br><br>"I am noble by birth! I was born to be what I am You have no right to take that away from me! You are just a mage. I don't care how your people feel about mages, but among my people mages are just like everyone else, nothing special about them, and they certainly aren't given positions of power. Power belongs to those strong enough to wield a sword without falling over, not to spell flingers!" <br><br>His tone was growing increasingly haughty and impatient, it was obvious that he had always looked down on others, and that no one had ever told him otherwise. He simply thought anyone foolish enough to put themselves above him was simply a misguided idiot.
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				Post by: <strong>Tachi</strong> on <strong>05-07-2009, 20:51:23</strong>
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				"Among this race you are nothing. You are worth nothing and the only reason you live is because of me. You seem to value strength, but it is you who are weak and helpless before me." Cuencial could wield a sword if he chose, but he was a mage and not a warrior. He needed to focus on spell casting and supporting those who could not use such magic. <br><br>"Enough talk. Slaves may only speak when given permission." Knowing that Sharthis would not obey this rule, he restricted his voice so that he may only speak when <em>he</em> gave him permission. At all other times he would appear mute. The spell could not be broken by anyone but its caster, which is why he had chosen it.<br><br>Dropping him, he glared down at the insolent brat. He would break him, no matter how long it took.<br><br>"As a slave you will be accepted as such among the Sanguines, but you will not be allowed to step foot out of the city. No matter if I'm there or not you will be stopped by someone and I will punish you accordingly. Here, hair length is a symbol of status. For slaves and prisoners you are allowed none." He let that sink in for a moment, knowing that the insolent elf would attempt to protest.
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