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A city floating in the center of a lake, Ravok is a place of dark beauty, romance and culture. Behind it all though is the presence of Rhysol, God of Evil and Betrayal. The city is controlled by The Black Sun, a religious organization devoted to Rhysol. [Lore]

Fresh Meat (Open Event)

Postby Kayak on August 4th, 2017, 2:10 am

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Timestamp: Summer 9th, 517 AV
Starting Location: Lakeshore
Status: Open, especially to slaves or prospective buyers
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Keelie's eyes were kept closed as she awoke in the cramped cage of the slave wagon. She was squished against the large Dhani man known as Sydir, and the quiet man Gatadt. They were the only slaves in this particular wagon, packed in with a bunch of stinking hides, rusty chains, and a damaged ox yoke. Slowly she opened her eyes, and she could see that Syna was beginning to peek out over Lake Ravok.

All three of them had been cramped together for weeks now as they traveled from the ship that landed on the coast north of Syliras. They'd met at a slaver's camp, and with a bit of horse trading, the three of them were all at the mercy of the unnamed fat man. Keelie began to stir, her deft, calloused fingers moving the light brown hairs from her eyes, before feeling down to her iron collar. She gripped it tight, her knuckles growing white, and for a moment, it seemed as if it might crumble under the pressure. But alas, it held.

Turning slightly to get a better view, Keelie could see the bald headed guard, and the leather bound club hanging from his waist. The man stood between the wagon and the fire, looking away from them. Keelie remembered the night that Sydir had joined them. She'd seen an opening and attempted to run, but the guards club was swift. That weapon was dense enough to render her unconscious, yet padded enough to not do too much damage. Perfect for a slaver that wanted his slaves to fetch the highest miza.

In a light whisper, right in Sydir's ear, "If we're to escape, we have to do it before we get on the boat to Ravok proper. Gatadt is broken. I'm not. Are you?" There was only a few moments of time for any form of response before a splash of cold water was thrown over the enslaved trio. Gatadt gasped, and Keelie gripped onto Sydir's large shoulder.

In that soul gratingly hoarse voice, a laugh bellowed through the camp. "Rise and shine my lovelies. Today's the day you're finally worth something."

The fat man walked around in front of the group, in his open vest, his hair, fat gut draped heavily over the strained belt of his cotton trousers. A satisfied smirk was upon his face, "Gorchek, let's get them cleaned up. I'll take the pretty one."

The fat man moved around to the door of the cage, pulling the key from the leather chain around his neck. The door creaked open, and a hand grasped Keelie around the bare ankle. A quick tug, a flailing of limbs, and the clanking of chains, and the woman was dragged out of the wagon with a scream, a few deep fingernail carved grooves left in Syrid's shoulder. The fat man yanked her by the chain toward the lake's edge, just out of sight of Gatadt and Sydir.

Gorchek approached stoically, never having spoken much during this trip, eyeballing the pair. He decided on Sydir. Club in one hand, Gorchek grabbed hold of Sydir's neck chain, but rather than violently tug, he just held it, waiting for Sydir to come peacefully, he assumed. But his grip never softened on his club as he waited.

All around their wagon were other small camps in similar styles. This was a common prepping ground for slavers. Park your wagon here, clean the merchandise, make them presentable, catch a nice ride into town to the auction. From time to time, others could be found at the site, trying to join up as guards and slave catchers. Rarely was there much trouble, the occasionally unbroken slave. The only true rule every slaver abided by was that of coin. No merchandise gets sold outside of the auction. And today would be no exception.
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Postby Syresshvassydir on August 4th, 2017, 3:21 am

Sydir had been cramped into this tiny cage for weeks now as the slaver’s band had travelled from Syliras north to Ravok. And in another, slightly smaller - if such atrocities could be believed - for weeks before that crossing the Suvan. Of course, before that he’d been transported in yet a third cage as these petching humans stole him away from Falyndar, the only home he’d ever known. Day by day, he’d felt the yearning pulse in the back of his mind, the mental beacon that led all Dhani home eventually, grow fainter and fainter. Now, countless leagues away, he felt only the faintest hint of pull, far away to the southwest. Those first weeks had been the worst weeks of Sydir’s century of life. Or so he had thought, until he’d been thrown into a cage with Keelie and Gatadt. Sydir could barely keep count now of how many times he’d felt the urge to wrap his manacles around her throat, just below her neck collar, and squeeze until her neck snapped.

Not that Keelie had done anything in particular to offend him. She’d not insulted his mother or sisters, nor blasphemed against Siku, not that Sydir much cared for religion. Instead, the woman had talked, it seemed incessantly since their departure. Even now, with Syna beginning to creep over the horizon, painting their surroundings in her warm red-gold glow, the human was whispering in Sydir’s ear. "If we're to escape, we have to do it before we get on the boat to Ravok proper. Gatadt is broken. I'm not. Are you?" Sydir cast an eye at their other companion, such as he was. Keelie was right, Gatadt had sat huddled and mute for most of their trip. He would be useless to any escape attempt. Then again, so would this frail, human woman.

Sydir replied only with silence, fixing his emerald gaze on the slaver guards. More specifically, their heavy, padded clubs. On the first night Sydir had come to this group, he’d seen Keelie get herself knocked unconscious by the human called Gorcheck in one of her fool escape attempts. And how many had she tried since? Three? Four? It didn’t matter, the fact that she was still here was a testament to her failures. She was only human. She planned and thought over the span of minutes and hours. While Sydir didn’t know much about the human life cycle, he estimated her to be fairly young. An infant, by Dhani standards, or at least as far as Sydir was concerned. No, she was only good for talking, and talking is not what the Dhani had in mind today.

While Keelie had been whispering her plans to Sydir, he’d been watching Gorcheck gather water from the massive lake into a bucket. That did little to lessen the shock of cold water on his skin, and it was all Sydir could do not to hiss in revulsion. As their journey had taken them further and further north, Sydir had focused more and more on conserving his energy. He’d barely moved at all the last few days except to eat what disgusting slop passed for food between the fat man and Gorcheck, his toadie with the club. "Rise and shine my lovelies. Today's the day you're finally worth something."” The fat man walked around in front of their wagon, and Sydir couldn’t help but salivate mildly at the sight the man’s rotund gut protruding over his belt. I could eat him and be full for at least a week, Sydir thought.

"Gorchek, let's get them cleaned up. I'll take the pretty one." At this, Sydir registered confusion. Which of them was supposed to be the ‘pretty one’? Surely not Gatadt, with his hunched form, craggy face and graying hair. And Keelie? She was nothing but string, skin and bones. No, surely the fat man was referring to Sydir. And why not? Sydir was an attractive Dhani, even if he hadn’t been able to display his glorious scales in what felt like an eternity. Sydir smirked then. Come then, fat man, Sydir thought with glee. Come discover what it means to face a true Dhani. Trying to keep his face still, Sydir silently began tensing his muscles in order to strike when the moment was right.

Imagine the Dhani’s surprise, then, when the fat man made to grab Keelie by the ankle. A brief flash of anger and jealousy, followed by disgust washed over him. Humans had such strange standards of beauty. After a mild struggle, the fat one had removed Keelie from the wagon, though in her last ditch effort, the woman clutched at Sydir’s shoulder, leaving deep scratches with her nails. Irritation flashed through his head. Good riddance, he thought as the corpulent slaver led her away and out of sight from the wagon. Gorcheck, a man whose silence had led Sydir to almost come to respect him during their trip, stepped forward without a word. His club was gripped in one hand as he reached forward to grab the chain falling from Sydir’s neck collar. The human gave a single, short tug. Clearly, he expected Sydir to go along peacefully, and without a fight.

And why shouldn’t he? After all, Sydir had been doing exactly that for the last three weeks. Humans were stupid, lazy creatures, and it took no time at all for them to become set in their ways. Not like the mighty Dhani! Now, Sydir’s plan could be set in motion, albeit not quite as he’d planned it. The constrictor Dhani lifted his emerald gaze to meet the ruddy, unintelligent eyes of his human captor, giving only a tiny smile and a slight shake of the head. Then he sprung, his ambush primed and ready.

Sydir reached up with both hands to grab Gorcheck’s outstretched arm by the wrist, standing and twisting in one fluid motion as he attempted to yank the guard into the cage, where Sydir could use his weight, which was much more considerable than his human appearance let on, to bring the man down to the ground from behind, with Sydir’s manacled arms slipped around his neck. Ideally, Sydir would have Gorcheck’s throat so that his human windpipe nestled perfectly into the crook of Sydir’s left elbow, using his right arm and Gorcheck’s own head in an attempt to protect from the club, if the man still held it. In that position, Sydir’s huge muscles would be able to cut off blood flow to the simple primate’s brain, and death would follow mere seconds after.
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Postby Lihi on August 10th, 2017, 9:33 am

Lihi hunched over to dip one arm in the water and used the other to exfoliate it with a washcloth he had been given by his escort to the city. He took care to keep the loincloth from touching any water, it was the only thing he was wearing, and there was no guarantee of a replacement if he got the oversized strip of cotton he had wet. Despite how dirty he was, he was originally reluctant to wade into the pond. It was probably summer or late spring now, but that didn’t keep Lihi from shivering. Still, he was smarter than to defy the commanding voice that had told him to wash up. No matter, it had felt like a season since he had last been outside of the wretched wagon and if standing in the freezing water bought him some stretching time, by Myri, he would stand in the freezing water.

The longer Lihi’s journey from Falyndar took, the less he showed concern for escaping. Indecisiveness had lead him to miss more than one opportunity to get the upperhand on his captors. Furthermore, a previous escape attempt almost went well, but up getting a few feet, he felt a yank on the leather strap on his neck and for more than a few minutes breath became a privilege that had to be fought for. The thought of running fleeted through his mind, being so far from the caravan. However, any hope for freedom was quickly smashed when he glanced over his shoulder at the sight of his escort, who was glaring back. The only thing sharper than her stare, was the spiteful “What?” that she spat out upon making eye contact. Though the escort seemed paler and thinner than him, Lihi knew as a Myrian that women are strong and this guard didn’t seem to be an exception.

Lihi retreated to his washing, attempting to avoid any challenge the woman was suggesting. Before long, an approaching couple, seeming slave and master, stumbled out of the lakeside foliage only a couple dozen feet away from where he stood. The slave was a frail woman, even more fragile looking than Lihi’s overseer. Her brown hair, was frayed all over her face, evidence of her struggling and her captors rough treatment. She had barely gotten a hold of her footing when the large man behind her gave a sturdy shove. She let out a desperate cry between her defiant grunts and panting. Her reflexes were the only thing keeping her head from the lake water inches below her.

This was a strange, new world Lihi found himself in. The traditional narrative of Myrians against the outside world was broken, as there were no Myrians to stand with. He wasn’t in Falyndar anymore, these people weren’t intruders on his gods land. But he knew that the woman in the water was in a state of weakness, and a woman should never be weak. He waded over to the newcomer as quickly his legs could clamor over the calf-deep water.

“Hey!” A familiar voice barked behind him, “Slave, where do you think you’re going?”

Lihi just kept marching towards the other slave in silence wondering how shocked his forewoman was, considering this is the first time he seriously defied. He was terrified of the consequences, but as icy as his feet felt, from the lake water and the fear, he figured he might as well go the full way.

He gripped his toes into the submerged, muddy surface beneath them with the help of the stance and his core, pulled the woman upright in the water. She had said something under her breath, though he didn’t quite get every word. He heard something along the lines of not being broken, and though he knew the words, he didn’t quite understand what she meant. Before he could finish processing her quiet statement she blurted out a much more understandable “Look out!” From Lihi's flank the handle of a club was directed full force at his face. Though he considered the consequences of his supervisor, he hadn’t had the foresight to consider how the fat man would react. With feeble washcloth in hand, he covered his face with his arms and braced for painful retribution for touching property that wasn't his.

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My apologies for the late post, I left my laptop at work on Monday, and the following day I was off. I’ll do my best to make sure it doesn’t happen again.
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Postby Kayak on August 19th, 2017, 8:49 pm

Gorchek oofed comically as he was puled forward by the wrist toward the cage. The height of the slave wagon kept him from being pulled in completely, that and Gorchek's considerable mass. The guard reacted quickly, dropping the club into the cage as the manacle chains started around his throat. Just before the links could tighten to crush his windpipe, and possibly break his neck, his massive hand wrapped around the chain from the inside of the loop of death.

And there, he held back death.

Gorchek got his free hand away, now that the slave's own hands were busy, and he pressed it against the wagon along with one of his powerful legs. He pushed and kicked against the cart, throwing himself backwards. The awkward position they were in, and the exertion of power the guard put in place, meant that Sydir was coming with. And like a grand tree with a snake high in the branches, Gorchek fell backwards. Sydir took the brunt of the fall, not helped by the rock soil. The guard was quicker to react, less stunned by the fall, prying the manacles from his throat and slipped his head out, and rolled away to the side. This roll led to him being in a stance, but not that of a defensive human, not a beast who'd been cowed by a failed attack by a predator. No, Gorchek smirked, pleased at this outcome, for he was also a predator. After all, he took a special pride in catching the difficult slaves.

Gorchek never even bothered to look to the club of his, laying in the bed of the cage. Nor did he notice as Gatadt grabbed it and huddled back into his corner of the prison. All he saw was the slave in chains before him, one that was about to take a beating, to learn his place. Just as Gorchek was about to charge, he stopped, a sword pressed against his throat. "Oh, my dear Gorchek, can't even keep a single, delicious looking slave in line?"

The voice was playful, raspy, and with that, Gorchek relaxed. "Jati, you're back early. Where's Kati?"

A single, small feminine hand pointed directly at Sydir. Two axe heads, razor sharp, would be found, one against his throat, the other against his groin. But the woman who held them did not speak. "Don't test her slave, she's very crabby today. Her 'curse of leth' is particularly gruesome..."


Meanwhile...


The fat slaver laughed as he tore off Keelie's clothes, and dunking her into the waters of Lake Ravok. His hands roughly scrubbed at her skin, taking time to feel her up as he washed her. He laughed loudly each time he put her beneath the surface, smiling as he dragged her up by the hair, gasping for air. He was so caught up in his torment of the talkative woman, he didn't hear the shouts as he shoved her deeper into the lake. But he did see the Myrian coming toward him. Or so he thought.

When he saw the male slave help Keelie up, he was infuriated. He drew his padded club from the belt, he swung it hard at the man, catching him in the arms that protected Lihi's face. A second swing clipped the slave in the side of the head, sending him into the water. It wasn't long until Lihi's guard was there, anger upon her face.


"Oi, you fat petch. Don't you be damaging my property, you know not to hit them in the face before a sale! He won't sell for as much!"


"Then keep your weak male on the leash. Or I'll put him down next time."


Keelie reached down, helping Lihi to his feet, seemingly unashamed of her naked form in front of him, or the fat man, or anyone. For a moment, the briefest of moments, as her eyes caught Lihi's, he'd be able to see a maliciousness, and a smirk. As if this woman knew revenge would be coming by her hand. This was not wishful thinking. It was a promise.

"Might as well wash him too, he stinks like those petching jungles you found him in."

With that, the fat man turned away, washing Keelie more properly now, since he'd been interrupted, though still a bit rougher. Once he was done, he dragged her by the chains into the middle of camp. There he saw the stand off between Gorchek, Sydir, and the sisters, Jati and Kati, "Oi, I said wash the slave. Not play with your girlfriends."

He continued to drag Keelie to his own carriage, where he unrolled a package. He unchained Keelie's hands and neck, but kept her ankles bound. He pulled a short dress over the woman with a deep neckline. The fat man further adorned her with cheap jewelry and a ribbon woven through her hair. "Hurry up, our ship comes soon!"

Meanwhile.....

Researcher Corbin opened the main gate from the KRI, gesturing for Shainn to accompany him out. "Are you sure you'd like to join me on this Shainn? If you feel it is too much, just say so, we'll come back home. We're looking for more friends and family for you, and I'd really appreciate your sharp eyes to help me pick them out. I'm sure you know they are likely to be scared, shy, in their human forms at this auction. And we want to help them, don't we?"

With that, Corbin left the institute and the guards closed the gates, heading for the very docks that the slavers and their merchandise were camped near. The walk was pleasant, along the lake's edge, over a worn path. Musing, "Shainn, you've done so well. The others at the institute look up to you, wishing to do as well as you have. Do you see this? Do the others treat you differently?"

The docks came into view, with a single large ship docked. She was a right beauty, a large saique, designed for human travel. It was slower than the double hulled water gliders, but much more comfortable, with so much space to walk around above deck. Below deck was reserved for cargo and crew. The ship departed in half a bell, and people were scurrying to pay the toll and make their way up the gangplank. Corbin stopped at the toll taker, handed Shainn a small coin pouch, "Shainn, it is one gold per head for travel. Why don't you pay the good man here, so we might take the ship?"

Corbin wanted to see if Shainn would understand simple money math, if he would understand the value of money without having been explicitly taught it. See if he'd understand that paying for services was normal, and that interacting with people was a good thing.

As Corbin waited on Shainn, he looked about as the slavers and their human cargo made their way to the docks. It was an impressive haul this time, and the skin tones of the people indicated that they were from all over. Was a shame that there were a lot of human slaves, but it happened.
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Postby Shainn on August 27th, 2017, 2:59 pm

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Throughout his time at the KRI. Shainn had felt a slight connection to the institute. He was told that today was going to be a special day, and Probably professor Corbin had wanted Shainn to come with him personally. It felt like a delightful treat, Shiann walked alongside Corbin and looked out with over the lake-

-He really did enjoy the Professor's presence, and even though,Shainn doesn't know much about the outside world except pain, and pleasure. Rules too. Shainn was taught some of the basic stuff over the course of three years. Though, a part of Shainn knew that he should be looking for someone. He didn't really feel connected, and that connectedness was the drive that persuaded Shainn to follow Corbin. Plus, he doesn't like being in the cage next to the crows. They kept cawing insults at Shainn. So it was good to get away from them.

"Are you sure you'd like to join me on this Shainn? If you feel it is too much, just say so, we'll come back home. We're looking for more friends and family for you, and I'd really appreciate your sharp eyes to help me pick them out. I'm sure you know they are likely to be scared, shy, in their human forms at this auction. And we want to help them, don't we?"

"I would love some friends, sir."Shainn replied. Said Shainn as he watched the lake glistened. Corbin and Shainn left the gates of the Institute and it felt good to leave the building. Refreshing.

"Shainn, you've done so well. The others at the institute look up to you, wishing to do as well as you have. Do you see this? Do the others treat you differently?" Shainn wondered if Corbin was reading his mind. He couldn't stop thinking about those crows. He didn't want to be a child and tell Corbin, but he didn't want to be called the Professor's pet either. Though, maybe Corbin could do something about it. After all, he was one of the head researchers on this project.

"The crows, they're jealous. Maybe envious of me too. They won't stop cawing petching insults at me-
erm, sorry sir."
Shainn looked down at the ground, where he watched the stones that he passed by. "I was wondering if you'd keep it anonymous? Please.." Once the two reached a ravosoula. Corbin handed him a pouch and it jingled. Shainn smelled the gold and silver that was within the pouch. Coins.

"Shainn, it is one gold per head for travel. Why don't you pay the good man here, so we might take the ship?"The water? Shainn nodded and said an okay to the old man and handed the nice boat man a couple gold coins. He handed back the pouch to Corbin."Erm, here you go sir."Shainn said while he handed the professor his pouch.

Once they arrived to their destination, Shainn seemed to have trailed a bit behind. He thanked the nice boat man for the ride, and followed behind Corbin. He too, had taken a look at the slaves. Shainn didn't really feel enslaved, he had more freedom than what Shainn heard about from the Nitrozian Estate. Shainn felt shivers tickle his body. He smelled the fear, and the worry of the slaves. He wondered how bad slavery in other places were. "What exactly are we looking for?" Shainn asked his professor.


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Postby Syresshvassydir on August 31st, 2017, 4:38 am

Sydir grinned in triumph as he appeared to catch the human by surprise. His grin quickly soured, however, when he realized he’d underestimated Gorchek’s exact size. The slaver’s head bounced against the doorframe as Sydir pulled, throwing yet another wrench in the Dhani’s perfect plan. Still, Sydir managed to capitalize on the surprise, swinging himself around behind the large man. When the Dhani had gotten his manacled arms around Gorchek’s neck, he pulled and squeezed for all he was worth, eager to hear the crunching of vertebrae and tearing of ligaments. But Gorchek was stronger than Sydir had anticipated, and with a single hand wrapped around the manacle chains, he managed to fend off coiled death just long enough to launch his counter strategy.

Sydir hissed in anger as he wrenched his arms back, as if hoping the chain would simply cleave through the human’s hand. That his was turned into a startled exhalation as his back impacted the rocky soil, bearing both his own and Gorchek’s weight. While the Dhani was used to wrestling with his cousins back in Zinrah, and could certainly take a fall, the human was still quicker to recover than Sydir, leaving the serpent at a distinct disadvantage. Sydir fixed his emerald eyes on Gorchek. The man did not appear frightened. No, he held himself with a certain confidence, that of a predator ready to strike. Chained as he was, Sydir began to experience a gnawing sensation at the back of his mind. Was it fear? Perhaps, though such a concept was rather alien to him. Nothing could stand against the might of the Dhani!

Sydir kept his eyes locked on Gorchek’s, readying himself to spring and fight as best he could with his wrists and ankles chained, his neck collared. ”These weak humans know better than to face a true Dhani,” Sydir lamented to himself. He smiled, wondering exactly how brown Gorchek’s breeches would turn if Sydir were able to take his hybrid form rather than being stuck as a petching human by his bindings! Just as the tension between them seemed to be reaching a peak, predator-on-predator, Sydir felt a pair of cold blades touch his skin: one right along his neck and the other just below his groin. A pair of wicked axe-heads, wielded by a whipcord-thin woman, her arms and legs roped in lean muscle.

”Ah, ah, ah,” came a rasping voice, ”Naughty slave! If you try any tricks, I’ll have to chop off your…” The axehead near his groin drifted ever so slightly upward as the woman cackled in delight. For his part, Gorchek seemed similarly accosted by a woman wielding a sword. Clearly she and the one holding Sydir hostage knew each other. Or perhaps they were related? It was hard to tell with humans, they all looked the same to the constrictor. When the other woman turned to give warning to Sydir, he spat on the ground in reflex.

”Take chainsss off, I sssswallow you whole,” Sydir sneered at his captors in his slurred Common, emerald eyes flashing with defiance. ”Maybe you ask nice, beg for Sydir mercy, I no break your bonesss firsssst.”

When the slaver returned, he didn’t seem surprised at the appearance of the two women, preferring to admonish Gorchek instead. Sydir sat, motionless, Kati’s axes still firmly in place, his emerald eyes fixed on Gorchek’s as a slow smirk spread across his features. Maybe he’d get to see the big man dead by the end of today. Now that was a happy thought!
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