Never judge a book by it's cover. (Elayne & Morkat. Yessur.)
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				Title: <strong>Never judge a book by it's cover. (Elayne &amp; Morkat. Yessur.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Morkat</strong> on <strong>13-10-2007, 19:43:27</strong>
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				"Come and witness a fine young gentleman like you've never seen before, able to be bought for just a handful of golden coins! Be swift or miss this chance of a lifetime. Suitable for hard labor, household chores, company perhaps? But that's not all, this young man also has alot of wisdom so you could also use him to tutor your children!" a short, fat, bald man yelled on a stage, next to him a young man in a cage. It wasn't a rare sight in this rather small and modest town, many slaves were sold here for the rich and noblemen and women who lived outside this town itself.<br><br>Inside the cage was a tall and fairly muscular young man, with mid-long hair black as the night itself. His skin was pale, his eyes were dark-brown, so dark it almost seemed as if his eyes were completely black. "Trained to serve you, he won't question your requests and will never complain!" the fat man next to the cage continued, "So, who's interrested?!"<br><br>Iandrasil sighed to himself, glaring at the people eyeing him. How he would just love to wipe those smirks and smiles of their faces, but he couldn't, he had to lay low, for now. At a very young age his ability to manipulate and use magic was remarkable, his teacher had learned him many things untill he had finally exceeded even his powers. At that point he started to learn everything he could from books, eventually stumbling upon a book describing the dark side of being a magic-wielder. Immediatly Iandrasil fell in love with the power this form of magic offered him, not exactly hiding this either. And now here he was, 25 and sitting in a cage, with more power than anyone of his age could dream of.<br><br>But his abuse of magic didn't go unnoticed, he quickly had made a bad reputation in all the major cities. This was the only reason he was in this cage, if someone would buy him he could lay low, let people forget about him. Eventually they would stop hunting for him and he could continue to gather more power in a safe manner. It wouldn't be easy, accepting orders from whoever was going to buy him, but it couldn't be much worse than sitting in a small cage with only worn pants and a torn shirt on..
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				Title: <strong>Re: Never judge a book by it's cover. (Elayne &amp; Morkat. Yessur.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elayne</strong> on <strong>14-10-2007, 07:28:21</strong>
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				Lady Jane walked through the market, stopping at several booths to look over some curios that caught her dark blue eyes.&nbsp; After a few moments, she made her way to the east stage.&nbsp; Normally, women didn't go to that stage unattended but Jane's rank protected her.&nbsp; One of the burly guards gave her a look as she walked past him, but her fine green dress convinced him not to bother her.<br><br>Brushing her sandy blonde hair back from her elfin face, Jane looked about at some of the slaves.&nbsp; Her maid was getting old and deserved to retire, which meant Jane would need someone new to perform the basic chores about the manor.&nbsp; One young woman caught her eye, but she didn't seem like she could do the lifting and carrying involved in running a manor.<br><br>Finally, Jane came to a cage with a tall young man with dark hair and eyes.&nbsp; He glared about, rather inappropriately, despite the heavyset hawker's insistence that the young man was well tamed.&nbsp; <br><br>Jane continued on, looking for someone perhaps a bit younger to serve her.&nbsp; But the market wasn't exactly glutted today.&nbsp; So finally, she headed back to the fat slaver on stage.&nbsp; "Very well.&nbsp; It seems like he'll do," Jane said briskly to the man, who seemed rather unpleasant.&nbsp; "How much are you asking?"<br><br>The fat man sized Jane up for a moment, eyeing the fine stitching along Jane's hemline.&nbsp; "Ten gold pieces?" the slaver inquired tentatively.<br><br>Jane stiffened.&nbsp; "Absurd!" she gasped.&nbsp; She was a noble woman, but that didn't mean she was a fool.<br><br>"Did I say ten?" the slaver back pedaled.&nbsp; "Er, I meant five!"<br><br>Mollified, Jane nodded, pulling forth her purse and handing over the ducats to the man.&nbsp; "Very well, we have a deal.&nbsp; Have him delivered post haste to my manor," she instructed, then turned to return to her carriage that would take her home.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Never judge a book by it's cover. (Elayne &amp; Morkat. Yessur.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Morkat</strong> on <strong>14-10-2007, 17:34:06</strong>
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				"Great." the young man mumbled to himself, out of all people a noble woman had to buy him. He could already see how she probably thought the world revolved around her. The fat man seemed very eager to sell him, then again Iandrasil could only guess he needed gold to spent on hookers and beer, probably food to eat himself to death like the pig he was.<br><br><em>"Why don't you take him with you right now?!"</em> the slaver yelled out to the woman as she was about to step into her carriage. He opened the cage and beckoned the young man over, who seemed to obey and stepped out of the cage, though baring his teeth at the fat man while doing so. <br><br>Not only did he just sell him to the self-absorbed noble-woman, but now the pig was suggesting he could ride along with her. While he had no desire to do so, he wasn't in the position to argue. He was here for a reason and no matter how arrogant the lady might be, he would make sure to wait until the hunt for him in the major cities was over before proceeding.<br><br>"This way you don't have to wait for him to arrive." the fat man explained, though it was quite obvious he didn't want to bother with getting the young man over to her mansion. "He won't cause any problems so it should be fine." <br><br>Iandrasil himself however didn't seem to be paying attention to either the slaver or the woman he was talking to, his eyes were looking around him, he didn't bother to hide his disgust towards the people around him. A smirk developped on the young man's face, his mind thinking about what he could do to these people, none of them had no clue just how powerful he was.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Never judge a book by it's cover. (Elayne &amp; Morkat. Yessur.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elayne</strong> on <strong>16-10-2007, 00:44:07</strong>
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				Lady Jane frowned and gave the bulky slaver a cold stare.&nbsp; She didn't particularly want a slave riding in her carriage with her, obviously.&nbsp; And delivery was normally a courtesy that all the merchants of the town practiced when dealing with the nobles who held estates just outside the walls.&nbsp; The heavyset man was just being lazy.<br><br>Still, Jane supposed that there was no point in bickering with the man over something so trivial.&nbsp; "Very well," Jane said flatly, in a voice that promised she wouldn't do any further business with the discourteous merchant.<br><br>She stalked back towards her carriage, long skirt flitting at her ankles as she kicked her feet in annoyance.&nbsp; She turned to the young man.&nbsp; "You may ride with the driver," she permitted him, before opening the door to her carriage and sitting inside, closing the door behind her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Never judge a book by it's cover. (Elayne &amp; Morkat. Yessur.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Morkat</strong> on <strong>19-10-2007, 18:28:46</strong>
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				"Wooptey-doo." Iandrasil grumbled when the woman closed the carriage door, she had only said a simple thing to him and already it managed to annoy the living hell out of him, it was now that he realised that he hadn't seen her or heared her talk for longer than a few minutes now. He sighed and sat next to the driver, ignoring him completely, he had no desire to talk with someone at this point he would need to prepare himself mentally. He wouldn't allow an arrogant noble-woman to mess up his plan.<br><br>A grin spread over the young man's face, besides, it wasn't like he was going to have to obey her for his entire life like any other slave, no, he'd have his revenge in due time. He yawned and closed his eyes, it wasn't exactly a comfortable time and place to sleep, but it was certainly better than a cage, and this way he didn't have to hear the driver's rambling which he was no doubt planning to do during the journey.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Never judge a book by it's cover. (Elayne &amp; Morkat. Yessur.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elayne</strong> on <strong>23-10-2007, 08:51:27</strong>
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				Lady Jane reclined on the couch of her carriage.&nbsp; The coachman was an excellent driver, speeding her home without any unexpected bumps or snags.&nbsp; Finally, the coach rolled to a stop in front of the manor where she made her home.&nbsp; <br><br>Jane waited patiently while the coachman opened the door and offered her his hand.&nbsp; She took it graciously, stepping lightly down from the carriage.&nbsp; "Come along," she instructed the newly purchased man.&nbsp; Then, she walked towards her manor, green dress fluttering along her slender legs as she went inside.&nbsp; Her maid was waiting for her within.<br><br>"This is Nell," she advised the young man.&nbsp; "She's worked for my family for ever.&nbsp; She will be instructing you and giving you chores."<br><br>Jane smiled warmly at Nell and Nell returned the smile equally warmly.&nbsp; Then the grandmotherly woman looked over the young slave.&nbsp; "Well, he'll do till I retire," Nell half chuckled, half cackled.<br><br>Jane gave a small shift of her shoulders, not quite a shrug.&nbsp; "Nell, I will retire to my reading room for now," she murmured in instruction.&nbsp; "Please have my dinner brought up to me when it is ready."<br><br>With that, Jane turned and began to climb the stairs to the upper floor, her round hips swaying as she ascended.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Never judge a book by it's cover. (Elayne &amp; Morkat. Yessur.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Morkat</strong> on <strong>24-10-2007, 20:02:42</strong>
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				When the two women smiled to eachother, the cold stare from Ian remained unchanged. If she really expect him to listen to some woman probably barely able to walk without something aiding her to do so, let alone lifting anything heavier than a pillow, she was out of her mind. <br><br>When the noblewoman made her way upstairs, the young man couldn't help himself giving her a quick, subtle glance. He sighed to himself and turned his glance to the old woman infront of him, when he had planned this he didn't expect himself to end up having to do pointless chores for some stuck-up noblewoman instructed by a woman who belonged into a coffin. <br><br>Still, it could have been worse, here he would just have to do some simple chores and try to ignore the most likely self-obsessed Lady of the house. He just had to keep reminding himself that and it would work out just fine, time would go by soon enough and his reputation would be swept clean quick enough.<br><br>Without saying a word even when Lady Jane was out of sight, Ian just eyed Nell up and down slowly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Never judge a book by it's cover. (Elayne &amp; Morkat. Yessur.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elayne</strong> on <strong>29-10-2007, 07:30:13</strong>
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				Jane went up to her reading room and selected a small sheaf of papers that represented her household's accounts.&nbsp; For the most part, she relied on her factors and accountants to manage the money of her estates and insure her continuing wealth, but Jane had learned that it was always a good idea to review the work of her advisors and make sure everything was up to snuff.<br><br>She went over the notes and numbers, dipping her quill into the vial of ink on her writing desk and making a few small notes off her own on the pages, requests for clarification or directives and instructions when required.&nbsp; For the most part, she was content.&nbsp; It seemed like trade was going well and she wasn't expecting any particular setbacks. <br><br>After some time, it occurred to Jane that no dinner had yet arrived.&nbsp; Nell must have been caught up in teaching the young man who had joined her household.&nbsp; Jane reached over for the bell pull and gave it a small tug that would set off a chime downstairs.&nbsp; That would remind Nell that Jane was ready for dinner.&nbsp; Setting aside her account books, Jane began to clean off her writing desk in preparation.
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