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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]

Cat Got Your Tongue? [Maya, Shiress]

Postby Prophet on January 13th, 2018, 7:24 pm

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There have been several disturbances at The Healing Hand. On the ninth, a man approached on foot then collapsed into the water. When the Ebonstryfe fished him out to question his behavior, they found him without a tongue. The wound was recent but had been cauterized and he had been whipped. On the eighteenth, two women were found in the bottom of a ravosala waiting for the gates to be opened. They, too, were relieved of their speaking muscle and had their wounds sealed by some kind of extreme heat. They were hysterical but weighted down so they could not sit up. Fingers had been broken to prevent them from writing anything if they ever managed to calm down. On the twenty-seventh, a family of three was rushed in with the exact same issues. The little boy was bone white from fear and not moving. The ravosalaman who ferried them had no answers for the questions of the Black Sun agents who arrived almost instantly to ascertain the scene. The poler was taken away for further interrogations elsewhere. Sensing a pattern, people were gathered nearby the Healing Hand on the thirty-sixth when the sun started to rise.

Winter 36, 517 AV
8th Bell
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There was much ado about nothing. People from all walks of life in Ravok had turned out in expectation of the gruesome sight that was due to arrive. Every ninth day from the beginning of winter had brought a gory mess of bodies to the shadow of the city’s main clinic for healing and treatment. The day’s first light was cascading in oranges, pinks and every shade of yellow in between as it filtered through the buildings and reflected up from the dark waters of the canals. Average citizens, slaves, business owners and members of the Ravokian families were all in attendance. Some were in Ravosalas, others watched from open windows of nearby buildings and the rest lingered on the small bites of walkway real estate in this part of the docks. So far… it was just another beautiful day in the amazing floating city.
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Postby Shiress on January 18th, 2018, 12:01 am

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"Their tongues!?"

Shiress, wide eyed and open mouthed, stared purely horrified at the young waif as he conveyed his tale. The brunette boy sat on a table top, dirty hands folded between his knees, as thin, spindly legs osculated eagerly over the edge, seemingly unaffected.

The slave had risen early and seen to her Mistress' breakfast well before dawn. As the house emptied, Shiress had busied herself with daily chores; making beds, doing laundry, sweeping, mopping, it had taken her well beyond the appearance of Syna's colorful edges to complete.

Ridding herself of dirty mop water, Shiress had noticed a few ravosala near the gates of The Healing Hand. Over several chimes, that small gathering had grew to more than 10. Having looked again, some chimes later, several more boats had arrived, along with a mass of Ravokian's who had clumped themselves along the dock's edge.

Curiosity drove the slave from the cottage. From the time it had taken Shiress to don an appropriate kirtle, wrap a cloak about her slim shoulders, and walk the short distance to the dock, the crowd had grown even larger. Near the edge of the throng is where Shiress had found her tabletop storyteller, and a curious smile cast his way was all it had taken for the teen urchin to begin his story.

"Aye" the boy replied, head bobbing, "an' all deir finger's were snapped. E'ry petching one!" Shiress stared at the boy a silent chime and, head shaking, couldn't help the sad smile that spread across her lips; the boy reminded her of Zeb. She wondered vaguely if the two knew each other and of how Zeb was doing -how Elias was doing.

"And these people show up every nine days?" Shiress asked, thoughts returning to the present. "Aye, aday," he replied, neck craning to look out through the canal, " be any chime now."

The slaves earlier curiosity had settled into something nearer a morbid fascination by this point. Deciding to keep herself well away from trouble, and any torn out tongues, or broken digits, Shiress borrowed a section of the boy's table and slid up on it. "Mind if I wait with you?" Shiress asked, but the boy only shrugged.
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Cat Got Your Tongue? [Maya, Shiress]

Postby Maya Lark on January 19th, 2018, 10:24 am

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Maya got up with a groan before the sun was even in the sky good. Sitting up, the girl could not believe the stories that had been told of people arriving without their tongues. Of all things, she did not understand why that part of them. As if to add salt to the wounds, each person's fingers had been broken. Shaking her head, the brown haired woman pulled her hair up into high ponytail and curled the ends. Sitting down at her mirror, she worked on fixing her make up. Looking out the window, Maya decided to grab something to eat and head out. Grabbing her boots, the girl slipped downstairs quietly not wanting to wake anyone.

“Good morning miss,” a young maid said looking at her.

“Good morning to you as well. Tell me more about the people that have been showing up at the Healing Hand,” Maya stated and grabbed an apple sitting down.

“From what I have heard they are showing up every ninth day with tongues missing, and their fingers broken crooked,” she explained looking at her boss.

“Why though?” Maya mused to herself while pulling on her boots, “I am leaving now. I will be back later this evening.”

The girl did not give the maid time to ask where she was going. Boots clicked on the stone while a pop could be heard from her neck. Sighing gently, she stretched with a groan trying to finish waking up. The brown haired woman looked up at the sky and started to see it beginning to lighten. Looking at the canals, she decided to walk and try to calm her nerves. There was plenty going on that season that was causing her all kinds of stress and problems. The water was dropping and exposing dead bodies causing everyone to become nervous. She had heard different rumors that was troubling.

“Rhysol above protect us,” Maya whispered.

She heard people starting to awaken and move around preparing for the day. Taking her time the girl got closer and saw that several others were running up to the business. It seemed she was not the only one who wanted to see what was going on. Keeping her head kind of low, the girl found a bench to sit at and relaxed. Yawning some, she watched the world around her closely trying to figure out who was approaching the area. Maya spotted a woman that appeared to be a slave from what she could tell. Her eyes followed her as she walked around before finding a table to sit at. Looking at the canal, she tried to figure out if another ravosala was approaching yet.
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Postby Prophet on January 31st, 2018, 10:41 pm

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Time went by like a shadow scraping across the floor as the orb of fire crossed the sky. After nearly a bell of nothing but waiting, a fight broke out adjacent to the Healing Hand. Uniformed guardsmen and a few Ebonstryfe moved in to settle the dispute before the disruption led to something larger. Spectators were displaced quickly but the task of navigating a crowded block of Ravok was no small feat. Some law keepers had to commandeer Ravosalas while others disappeared behind buildings only to pop out of an alley further down the docks. Two men had apparently been shuffling for space and had finally had enough of one another. The solid sound of blows being landed against bones was soon replaced by the rapid cadence of leather boots and mailed fists. It was a glorious moment for one man and wretched for his defeated opponent. Short-lived glory, it would seem, since the men and women tasked with protecting the city and upholding their laws carted them both away towards the City Center. The exit was met with a thunderous applause and cheers from the bored crowd.

The ruckus died down and heads turned back towards the open canals and flickering reflections of Syna’s face. A scream split the morning; cold to the soul and caustic to the nerves. All eyes found a woman on the dock just south of the medical center. Her skin was bleached white and her eyes as wide and unmoving as her open mouth. Scrutiny flashed in the eyes of several as they made actions to reach the woman. Before they were successful, a shaking finger was raised to point at a slowly floating ravosala with no bodies on board. The closer it drifted to the iron gates of the Healing Hand, the more onlookers were able to confirm the ghastly sight with gasps, clutched chests and averted gazes. Like a wildfire on a dry plain, whispers and mumbles of what had transpired rippled through the crowd all around the docks. The ravosala was lined with nothing but tongues; all shapes, all sizes and in varying forms of decay.

Moments later, a cadre of black robed figures descended upon the large gathering in three more ravosalas. They flanked the wayward vessel and pulled it up to a section of walkway that was larger than the rest and unloaded their persons. Nine robed figures in total but only one had a face which could be seen. He had a white eye and several other scars upon a face of small, unremarkable features but he lacked any hair on his head which made his smooth skin almost a beacon in the early day’s sunlight. The group made room on the platform and began to discuss a few things amongst themselves. One man walked towards a table where a woman and a boy sat then gave a wave of his arm as if to shoo them away. He did not slow his stride and gripped the table to drag it closer to the water where the tongue-laden ship was being held.

The bald man turned and looked about the crowd. “I need a few volunteers or slaves to assist us this morning.” The crowd’s eyes all suddenly stopped staring at the Black Sun group as if he had asked for a human sacrifice. The water lapping softly against the platforms was the only sound for several ticks then voices began to call out from random places in the crowd.

“Here’s a slave!” A small Konti woman was shoved forward.

“This man’s a slave!” A large man with strange tattoos and tanned skin was hurled into the water. His handler pointed with a furious brow and the man began to swim

“She’s a slave, too!” The boy who had been displaced from the table shouted. His hand was pointing at Shiress while his eyes went from her hand’s mark to the hairless man. With a subtle hand motion, the robed apprentices gathered the three ‘volunteers’ and corralled them to the dock’s edge where they could see, very clearly, the gruesome scene at the bottom of the skinny boat. The hairless man caught a whiff of something, his face scrunching at the odor.

“I need a volunteer to monitor these slaves.” His eyes scanned the crowd once more for someone willing to handle his coerced labor force. While all of this was taking place, one robed figure was dispatched to collect the doctor from the Healing Hand.
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Postby Shiress on February 4th, 2018, 10:04 pm

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The crowd surrounding the slave gasped in unison, leaving the girl straining to see what had happened. Ravokian's were rushing forward only to be set back in their place as the black clad Ebonstryfe made their appearance. Shiress was content to remain in her less than perfect viewing area, but moments later her perch was commandeered, and she was forced to stand with the shuffling crowd, shoulder to elbow with her previous table occupant.

The boy, also, seemed to be straining around the taller onlookers to see what was afoot, when a call for volunteers, in the form of slaves, called out over the bustling crowd. Shiress immediately tucked her hands and wrists beneath her armpits and turned to move away, her interest in the excitement suddenly dulled. The little guttersnipe bastard at her side, however, was faster to comply with the black clad nightmares, and called her out as the slave she was.

The chestnut haired slave stared daggers at the boy as she was quickly apprehended and ushered forward. The crowd spread apart around her, then suddenly disappeared as she stepped out against the docks edge, roughly set in place by a shove sending her into the arm and side of another unfortunate female slave.

One look into the wooden bottom of the ravosala at the center of attention set the slaves stomach churning. Feeling bile rise in her throat, Shiress slapped a hand across her mouth and jerked her head away from the ghastly sight, momentarily catching the piercing blue eyes of the female slave next to her.

"Oh Gods, is that what I think it is?" she choked.
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Postby Maya Lark on February 7th, 2018, 3:48 am

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Maya crossed her legs while watching the people around her. She wanted to see what would arrive soon on the ravosala. Bickering could be heard from the crowd as everyone was becoming more and more impatient. Rolling her eyes, the woman was not surprised that everyone was getting agitated. She had been there for well over a bell already. A good bit of the crowd had arrived long before her. When a small brawl broke out, she was moved closer to the edge of the canal. The ebonstryfe and guards ran up and worked to break up the fight that had began.

“Ridiculous,” Maya stated with a snort.

The lark member was not impressed by the display. Or by the fact that the crowd had began cheering for one or the other of the pair. She had been one to be impressed or excited by the roars of the battle. The girl preferred to use her looks to get what she wanted. Grey eyes darted back to the canal as the excitement died down. Everyone huffed and went back to looking at the water. Popping her neck, the dark haired woman stood up on the seat of the bench trying to get a better advantage point. It did very little to actually help through nothing was coming yet.

“Something needs to happen,” Maya said.

It was not long after that someone else spotted the boat. The girl quickly got back on the bench as everyone surged up to the edge. People elbowed each other trying to see who was the latest victim. However it was not the person riding that caused many to become sick to their stomachs. It was the fact that the only people within were a couple of the ebonstryfe clothed in their normal black outfits, and they were surrounded by shriveled up tongues.

“Oh dear Rhysol,” Maya stated and put a hand over her mouth.

She should not have been so disgusted due to her profession. Slavers did many grotesque things to a slave's body, but they never removed body parts. The call for volunteers and slaves pulled the girl from the boat. A couple of owners pushed their slaves up to be taken. Looking them over, the girl switched her attention when a young boy threw a female slave out in the open. Shortly after a volunteer to accompany them was asked for. Maya stepped forward without a second thought.

“I will go with them!” Maya called out and walked into the opening where the three slaves stood.
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Postby Prophet on February 11th, 2018, 11:49 pm

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With the volunteers settled, the agent gave a nod and motioned for his men to continue some preordained set of instructions. Moments later, the iron gates to the clinic were opened. The volunteers, even the one who wished to be in charge of the slaves, were shoved into the boat with all of the tongues. An Ebonstryfe soldier steadied the craft while a man in black robes shouted at the group. “Don’t lose any of the evidence!” The ravosala was shoved across the small inlet formed by buildings and other ships. It didn’t take long for those who had assembled to scatter from their path. The soldier’s push was enough for in the calm waterways of Ravok, momentum is everything.

The craft glided along until it hit one of the iron gates. A quick thinking man in black robes jumped in at the last minute. He took hold of the metal bars and used his boots as an anchor point to swing the vessel into the Healing Hand’s landing house. Once inside, the man dismounted with no regard for any of the other passengers and marched up behind another set of guards who stood there with a man in a white toga. He looked aged but how much was almost impossible to determine. His eyes were as vibrant as a midday sun but his skin was dull and looked as if it was carved from stone. He looked upon the menagerie without much interested- in fact, the man looked to be rather irritated.

“You pulled me from my studies…for this?” He took a few steps down the stairs and gazed down his nose into the ravosala. He could see all of the talking organs in their various states of decay beneath the volunteers. He urled his body back to an obscenely straight posture then wrinkled his nose. “Sort the specimens by two categories first; human and non. Then, try to separate them by state of decomposition. Come and find me when you’re done.” With that, he marched back up the stairs and into the shadows which spiraled into the clinic. The pair of soldiers and lone agent stood aloof but remained to make sure the task was completed.
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Postby Shiress on February 12th, 2018, 7:05 pm

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The Slave done all she could do to remain standing after being forced into the ravosala, but it was no good; the ravosala's wooden bottom was slick with the putrid, disembodied tongues. Shiress' rear-end hit the bottom of the boat with a sickening, wet squish and all the girl could do was sit there, eyes closed, trying not to breath.

The vessel rocked dangerously around Shiress, as the bodies of some of the other unfortunate, chosen souls met with the same slippery fate as she had. Nose pointed skyward, Shiress finally took a hesitant breath and, after a tick, she chanced a glance downward, and immediately gagged. There were hundreds of tongues surrounding her. Not all were human, Shiress noted, flinging what could have only been a blue Akalak tongue from her forearm. Was that forked one stuck to her skirt a Dhani's?

"Oh God's!"

Shiress gagged again, hands scrabbling for the side of the ravosala in an attempt to pull herself up, but the momentum given to the vessel to begin its journey sat the slave right back down in the putrid cesspool of decay. This time, however, Shiress hadn't held her breath, and the stench wafting up from the decaying organs hit her full on in the face. With a violent lurch, Shiress threw her head over the side of the ravosala as the contents of her stomach emptied out into the canal.

Still, and thoroughly, nauseous she didn't lift her head until she heard a man's voice. Looking up, green eyes narrowed in disbelief. He actually wanted them to...sort them? Fighting back the urge to vomit again, Shiress moved her eyes over the occupants of the ravosala, before they alighted on the soldiers that had just set watch over them.

In a disgusted type of resolve, Shiress peeled the Dhani tongue from her skirt and laid it on top of that of an Akalak's, beginning her non-human pile.
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Postby Maya Lark on February 22nd, 2018, 3:52 pm

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Maya winced realizing they would have to get in the boat with the dismembered tongues. Taking a deep breath, the girl walked over and let the slaves get in first. She used the two males as a way to get in to the boat without having to touch the appendages more than necessary. The woman took a deep breath while standing up before managing to sit down. The girl kicked her leg some when a tongue latched itself on to her boot. She instantly curled her legs up under her body and stayed as far as she could from the appendages.

The girl watched the men that were in the ravosala with them. The first to catch her eye was the ebonstryfe member. She had actually expected one of the cherry guards to have been in the boat instead. The other male was just another driver along the canal; she was fairly certain he was not happy to have been chosen for the job. Looking back at the slaves, the lark tried to see if she recognized any of them were recognizable. The slaver had seen the two males before from what she recalled, she had been the one to sell them to their masters. The two watched her and shook with fear knowing exactly who the woman across from them was.

Glancing over to some she caught sight of the woman that was in the boat as well. She seemed well taken care of and fairly disgusted by the appendages in the bottom of the boat. A part of her sympathized with her, but Maya quickly cut the feeling off her father had warned her of feeling sorry for those under them. She had to stay focused or she would bring shame to her household. The last thing the girl wanted to deal with was her father and uncle both angry at her. One or the other was fairly easy for the dark haired woman to deal with.

The Lark looked up at the doctor who seemed rather upset being called down to look at the tongues. Maya quickly crawled out and moved away from the boat trying to keep her food from the morning down. She was appalled hearing that he expected them all to touch the things. Much less be able to ignore the smells long enough to categorize them. Taking one last deep breath of clean air, she walked over and saw the two males had not moved to lend a hand at all. Glaring at them, the slaver used her deeper voice to get her point across to the males.

“Get off your lazy arse's and start throwing those tongues up the stairs!” Maya snarled.

The two instantly jumped up, ran smack into each other, and almost turned the ravosala over in the process. Maya winced and closed her eyes not wanting to see the pair swimming with the tongues in the canal. Once the water stilled, the girl turned back and looked at them. She decided to help the female with the sorting. There was no way just one slave would be able to sort through everything. Taking a deep breath, Maya started on the other side and worked her way down on the human tongues from the most decayed to the least decayed.

“This is not how I pictured my day going,” Maya spoke quietly to herself.

The dark haired woman stopped when one seemed almost completely undecayed. She looked at the others trying to decide if it deserved its own stack or belonged in one already made. The girl covered her mouth and coughed. Maya had forgetten about all the decayed flesh her hands had touched. As a result, the woman got a big whiff from it and scrambled to the canal and threw up. With a growl, she hit one of male slaves in the face with one of the most decayed when he began laughing. The lark smirked as he screamed like a girl and fell into the canal.
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Postby Prophet on February 27th, 2018, 9:38 pm

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The process of sorting the tongues was tedious. Some were wet and rotten while others were hard and dry. The various states of decay and preservation opened up a whole barrel of questions that no sane person would ever care to answer. At least...that’s what normal folk would think.

The doctor on duty who appeared after some twenty chimes was not known by many, not even his peers. His skin was ashy but dark and tightly drawn over his bones. He was tall, thin but didn’t appear to be weak or frail. His white robe flowed about him without interfering with his motions or work as he knelt down and investigated several of the piles of severed tongues. His eyes were radiantly brown with flecks of gold but everything else about him looked as if he took great pains to preserve his appearance. One could easily surmise that the man spent bells on his daily health and skin regiments. He spoke to himself as he counted through the sorted stacks and did his very best to keep his face pointed down. Keen eyes would be hard pressed but not restricted from finding small twitches at the corners of his mouth as certain specimen were analyzed.

Once the sorting and piling was over, the black robed figures looked to one another and then to the doctor. The man took his time to look over the slaves who had been put to the task of organizing the mess of taste buds and tissue. He did not like the angry expression of the bronze-colored man and waved his hand in the general direction of the salve while his face turned towards the soldiers left at his disposal. “Fish him out and take him back to his master, I’ve no further need of the brute.” The doctor’s voice was unextraordinary- even, dry and a bit flat but it carried well in the alcove where they were gathered. Next, his gaze fell upon the small Konti and his face seemed to perk a bit but he did not linger upon the very timid and slightly greened woman. As one of the guards lead the man back to his keeper, the doctor stared down the brunette who smelled a bit of vomit and the tall, muscular one who was content to give orders. He raised his brow since she was armed. He wondered what kind of master provided his slaves with weapons. Shaking his head to himself, he motioned to the other guard. “Fetch those baskets and have them gather the tongues. We need to get them upstairs into the lab.” The doctor motioned for a few woven reed containers that had been tucked against a corner of the stairs.

The guard blinked and motioned to the taller brunette. “Not my job, doc.” The doctor looked to Maya as indicated by the soldier. “Load the baskets and meet me upstairs.” Having said that, he turned and started up into the clinic then called down “Make sure to keep them separated!”

The stairs led two thirds of the way straight up to a large landing which had a second set of steps which climbed to the left. This went clear into the main part of the clinic. Once the trio got to the upper archway, they would see the doctor standing by a small door that was half open and off to the left. Chairs, a few beds, a handful of desks with all sorts of medical baubles filled the space between. One could easily tell that the clinic offered little in the way of comfort. Function crammed on top of efficiency left little room for anything else. On the far wall was a bookshelf packed with scrolls and heavily bound tomes, all of which seemed older than the stone and wood that comprised the structure. The glass was filthy and filtered the light almost like a haze or smoke. When the girls reached the doctor, he opened the door to the back lab which had three long tables big enough for a body to be laid upon and a shelf down one side lined with tools of the trade as well as some implements which look as though they’d be better suited for a slaughterhouse. The doctor’s face held no emotions for anything or anyone except the rare glimpses of excitement when the baskets of tongues passed in front of him.

“Each of you, pick a table and lay out your tongues by the methods of separation that you’ve chosen. I’ll be along in a chime to move us into the next phase of research.” With that he vanished back into the clinic. Certain the women were about their task, he met the guard at the archway and gave a stern nod. The soldier nodded in return and headed back down the stairs where he closed the iron gates and locked them. The Black Sun and Ebonstryfe officials had mostly left the outer platform and the City Guard had done a thorough job of returning the Nitrozian plaza to business as usual. The doctor waiting until he heard the very faint click of the padlock then turned and headed back into the lab. He stood in the doorway and watched as his orders were carried out. “Please be careful. We don’t want to damage any of these before I’ve had a chance to examine each one completely.”
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