Closed In Shackles and Chains (Alva)

[Annalisa Marin]

35th of Spring, 514 AV

It was a somewhat normal day, if such a thing actually ever existed on Sahova where the abnormal ruled over the civilized part. The Sahovan Quarters were a silent affair, other than the pulsers or Nuits in the middle of a body transfer they were rarely used. One room in particular housed a tall dark haired woman, life still flowing through her veins and health still existing in her body. Her grey eyes were staring up at the ceiling, her mind engrossed in a complex Glyphing sequence and attempted to ponder over triggers used for it. The formulas were mere dalliances for her as she sat here; crossing her right leg over her left and idly swinging her foot, however to lesser Glyphers they would have undoubtedly been considered the work of a genius.

Finally after a few more chimes of inactivity the tall woman stood and stretched as much as she was able to in the cramped room, no larger than a broom closet really. This accomplished the sorceress removed her torn clothing, which was her normal sleep attire, and started to put on her neatly folded and cared for robes. The robes were black silk and trimmed with purple, the hem just above the ground when placed on her shoulders. On the inside were numerous pockets woven in and designed to carry concealed Glyphed items.

The sorceress slipped into the robes, affixing the purple sash over her shoulder and binding the robes to completion. Anna then decided on footwear, glancing between her boots, sandals, or the black dress slippers. Shrugging slightly, the sorceress opted to go with the established style and slipped her feet into the slippers. She looked every bit the imposing sorceress, powerful and strong and the silver ring wrapped around her right ring finger with the sigil of a burning scroll on it denoted the rank of Wizard, rubies glinting slightly.

This task of dressing herself accomplished the tall woman set her hair into a high ponytail, completing the regal image of the sorceress. Black hair now nice and secure the tall woman opened the door to her room and set out into the hall, moving in the direction of the stairs that led to the ground floor. She moved slowly, her steps deliberate and her posture controlled in every way as she moved along to her destination. Eventually she moved out of the Quarters and into the eerie Courtyard, heading not in the direction of the Gug Andjak but rather to the Vestibule.

Apparently a small vessel bearing this or that from Sunberth had arrived today, slaves, food, a bit of a jack of all trades vessel. The tall woman was planning on taking a look and seeing what was worth her Miza’s, it was just a bit of browsing today before some research. If nothing else it would provide an excellent distraction from the monotony of her stagnating research at the point. She was at a standstill in para-elemental research, linking them together in coherent forms was difficult all things considered.

The sorceress walked through the Vestibule and down the long set of stairs that led out of the Citadel, her path set on the Harbor. As she walked she pondered whether or not it might be worth it to invest in a slave perhaps, perhaps someone for Kouri to toy with and possess aside from the prisoners in the Dungeons. Or simply someone to warm her bed at night, after Zandelia had left there was not much to find pleasure in on Sahova. The dark haired human shrugged and made a note to browse the selection of flesh if there was any to be found.

She arrived at the Harbor and found that she was not the only one to have thought to come down here, as already there were a few Apprentices and Wizards there. The tall woman shrugged it off and looked around at what was already out. Her eyes were drawn to a gathering of a few ramshackle looking slaves on display, an Apprentice or two gathered there and looking over them. The sorceress mentally shrugged and walked towards the gathering, her grey eyes peering over each of the slaves in their turn with a smirk falling over her lips.

Her eyes were drawn to a shorter woman, her body a lean thing and her flesh almost unhealthily pale all things considered. Her hair appeared to be so blonde that it took on a silverfish tint that looked rather exotic to the sorceress’ eyes. Anna crossed her arms under her breasts hand hovered her grey eyes over the woman for a while, pondering over her for a moment before shrugging. If nothing else she could always use a test subject for drawing Glyphing diagrams on, she looked well enough suited to the task by accounts.

“How much for that one?” The tall woman inquired to the man showing them off, her voice smooth like honey as she pointed to the woman.

OOCFeel free to RP the slaver's response, Alva.

[Alva Marek]

A bright light scorched her eyes as Alva was led out of the accursed boat that reeked of filth and bodily fluids. She was covered in shackles and chains preventing her from running. Unfortunately now she was temporarily blinded and couldn't figure out where she was.

"Come on ya filthy harlot." The man that shoved her into that tiny space with the rest of the potential slaves yanked on her chains hard. Alva cursed and stumbled as her eyes slowly adjusted.

"Where the petch are we you piece of shyke?"

"Yer new home sweet cheeks. Welcome to Sahova" The slaver cackled and yanked on her bonds harder making her fall to her knees. He called for his crew to diembark and line up all the slaves. Many spectators had arrived to come see what was on the ship. A few of the other people were sold immediately. Alva glanced around trying to get a baring of her surroundings. There was no way to escape.

"How much for that one?" a woman in a dark robe had been examining Alva.

The slaver spat onto the dock and smirked."This harlot? Well miss, normally I sell my merchandise for about two hundred mizas. But for this bitch, I'll give ya a one time special. 125 mizas."

Alva spat on the slaver who raised his hand and backslapped her as hard as he could. She laughed as she spit her blood on him. "When the new world comes with Rhysol as its sole ruler, I hope you are ripped apart and tortured with your own worst nightmares."

[Annalisa Marin]

Anna raised an eyebrow at the price offered and figured there were a few reasons for that, one of them being that she was either deficient or an extremely poor slave. Still, the tall sorceress was not exactly complaining about a mark down in price if it saved her a bit of money. If it turned out this so called harlot was in fact a rather rebellious slave then Sahova had many ways of wearing one down. Anna herself knew a thing or two about enforcing discipline upon those under her, though she did wonder how exactly this whole slave thing actually worked. She supposed it was a learning process.

Then the girl said something that piqued the sorceress’ interest as she mentioned the name of Rhysol in a matter of reverence. A smirk played at Anna’s lips at that and she then decided that perhaps there might be more of interest to this woman than met the eye. At the very least speaking the name of her lord so had earned some positivity towards her. The tall sorceress figured that it would be a good idea to purchase her then; after all she was looking in the market for a slave of some kind. No doubt Kouri would be pleased to have a new doll.

“I’ll pay 130 for her.” Came a voice to the sorceress’ left.

The woman’s grey eyes zeroed in on another pulser, this one possessing a bronze ring of an Apprentice with the symbol of a half lidded eye upon it. A hypnotist then, that was just petching wonderful and he was in a place where Anna couldn’t exactly flay him alive. Memories of her mind being scoured and being violated in the Caverns surfaced, that insane laughter echoing in her skull as Daren Marlow attempted to take everything from her. Since her encounters with him she had gained a special place of hatred in her heart for hypnotists.

Anna was not one to be outdone by a piece of petching hypnotist filth, not in this life or the next by any stretch of the imagination. She had limited funds but she was more than willing to push this issue on the subject of pride. She was a Wizard after all; she could not afford to be shown up by a mere Apprentice rank within the Citadel. She might very well make a new enemy out of this, however she had plenty already and they were likely far more powerful.

“135.” Anna said, her eyes locking on the man and narrowing dangerously.

The man merely smirked in kind and raised the price on this slave by a similar margin. Just like that it had become a conflict of sorts, no doubt one that would line this slavers pockets with a few extra Miza’s. The tall woman rather didn’t care overmuch on that account as now she was fighting for something more than a mere slave. She was battling for her pride; it was a pity that she would need to so raise the price on the woman though.

“140.”

“145.”

“150.”

The answers went back and forth for a bit as the price rose higher for Alva, the other man’s grin losing a bit of its luster and a look on contemplation entered his face. Getting into a bidding match with a full Wizard could very well end badly, considering that realistically speaking she was likely far more powerful than he. The man gritted his teeth slight as Anna, fully willing to go further in this matter on the basis of pride alone, raised the price once more.

“155.”

He looked back and forth between the slave and the well-dressed sorceress, meeting her gaze for a moment from which Anna didn’t flinch. She had looked into the maddened eyes of Roknus Maelstrom and the gleaming red eyes of a power far older than he, a bottom rung pulser Apprentice was not going to rattle her chains. He licked his lips before shrugging a bit and keeping his silence, signaling that the tall woman had won her prize and that the slaver would get 30 extra Miza’s. Anna sincerely hoped her new slave proved to be worth the extra amount of effort.

“I believe the price is now 155 Gold Rimmed Miza’s for her, I trust you’ll find it satisfactory.” The sorceress commented as she handed over the needed funds and waited for the man to hand over the slave to her custody.

[Alva Marek]

The slaver smiled greedily and held out his hand and accepted the mizas, ignoring Alva's words.

"155 it is then little missy. Just be careful. Harlot here's got one heck of a mouth and a the bite to back it up."

Alva glowered at the man. Hoping for his death. The man finished the transaction and handed Alva over to the intimidating woman before continuing his business elsewhere. Looking the woman over, she immediately felt distrustful. The way she dressed and held herself signaled towards her being a mage of some sort. She could also tell that she was human and alive. But the thing that stood out the most, was her eyes. Her powerful and beautiful grey eyes. Beyond captivating.

"Who are you? Where are we? What are you going to do with me?" The questions came flooding out uncontrollably. It was a bit embarrassing. Alva was still chained up. The chains on her wrist were connected to an iron belt that had a chain that had two ankle cuffs that were secured tightly against her boots. She could barely walk and her hands were going numb. She patiently waited for her new "owner" to speak.

[Annalisa Marin]

The tall woman smirked at the slavers offered words, a fair enough warning though the sorceress didn’t foresee much issue here in dealing with her. The man had received his payment so it wasn’t like the girl was his problem any longer, now any actions of disobedience would be Anna’s problem. That was fine by her really, as discipline was not something Anna skimped on in things she owned. She’d either make this newest possession of hers break into something meek and obedient, or she’d break her in other ways. The sorceress suspected that any time spent in her company was going to be far better than time spent in the arms of the Nuit.

The shorter woman looked up at Anna, who then gazed down at her with that arrogant smirk playing at her lips. She was short, another trait that soothed at the sorceress’ pride as she enjoyed lording her height over another as a sign of natural intimidation. Questions came pouring out of the other woman in a flood, which brought a slight chuckle from Anna. She almost felt a degree of pity for the other woman, who had yet to experience the full horror that was Sahova just yet. Almost.

“I am Annalisa Marin, your new owner; however you’ll be addressing me as Mistress. This is the Island of Sahova, your new home. As for what I’m going to do to you… I haven’t fully decided yet. Probably give you a bath first off, you smell petching awful. I might join you myself, and then I’ll instruct you on what your new life will be like.” Anna said with a shrug of her shoulders.

“First off, your chains look a little gaudy honestly. I can’t imagine they are overly comfortably either so let’s fix that.” The tall woman said, producing the key granted to her upon purchasing her.

The chains and manacles clanked away from Alva’s body as the sorceress quickly removed them, allowing her to stand free relatively speaking. The fact the tall woman had not kept them on her new slave probably told a person one of two things. That she was arrogant enough not to care if Alva attempted to rebel, or that she was confident enough to know that the other woman probably posed no threat to her. This task accomplished the woman tossed away the key as though it were an afterthought and simply left the bindings on the ground.

“Follow. Also, I wouldn’t recommend running. We are on an island, my pet, one that is filled with vicious beasts and a Citadel filled with the undead. I’d rather not have spent 155 gold rimmed Miza’s on you only to have you expire on your first day.” Anna said as she started away from the Harbor but not back up to the Citadel.

The tall woman would lead them along the rocky shoreline a bit as she looked around for a good spot that was both secluded, open, and not too close to the Testing Grounds. Finally she found one after about ten chimes of walking; it was a relatively open patch of rocky earth that the sorceress was confident she could work to her needs. It was also obstructed from the Harbor by a large enough rock, so Anna was confident that this place would suit her needs just fine.

She would motion for the other woman to step back as she tugged at the tapestry of her being, reaching into her center and tugging at that Djed that made her who she was. The tall woman willed this energy to push outwards and manifest in a physical manner, directing it out through her legs. Translucent purple liquid gathered beneath her robes and moved outwards along the ground, being generated out into a decent amount. Anna felt a buzz in her skull, pleasure blooming from the action as the euphoric tingle of res generation worked through her mind.

The res was willed to gather in a large area of a pool, about fifteen feet in diameter before being willed downward to seep into the rocky ground itself. The tall woman loved getting some exercise here and she felt that this would be just the way to do it all told. The generation continued until the res was about four good feet under the ground, after which the woman simply willed a transmutation from earth to air to occur with a clenching of her fist.

The ground itself seemed to vanish as air breezed out from a pit that was now located in the ground, smooth purple rock coating the bottom and walls. It was fifteen feet in diameter and roughly four feet deep, a good size for what she had in mind. Anna swallowed a bit as she drew the same amount of res, this time causing the urge to whisper in her mind and press her on into casting more. She pushed the weak urge aside and filled the makeshift bath with her res, willing a direct transmutation to water to occur. Where once there had been empty air there was now cool water, undiluted and pure.

Anna felt a bit tire but she was not done yet, there was still a finishing touch to be placed upon the bath itself. Three small spheres of purple were gathered out before her with three main layers being formed, a thick inner one, a middle one, and a thin outer one. The sorceress willed the middle one to harden and condense, transmuting it into stone. The outer layer she then ignited into brilliant purple flames over the stone. The casting was just the kind of exercise she had been looking for, who knew that creating a bath by using reimancy could be a good bit of practice?

The sorceress held the stone hovering in the air for a bit and let it soak up the heat, before lowering the stones into the water with steam rising as the flames were extinguished. Anna kept the heated stone in the water for as long as she could, feeling the inner layer of res in the stones beginning to decay away. Once it felt like she was about to lose all the res within them the sorceress simply removed them from the now warmer waters and tossed them away into the waves beyond the rocky shoreline. Her task accomplished Anna let out a long breath, feeling a little tired from that exercise and turning her attention back to her slave.

“Go ahead and undress, the water should be relatively warm all things considered. Also, I didn’t catch your name? Or shall I simply address you as ‘slave’ or ‘harlot’?" The sorceress asked with a smirk.

OOCSorry for the length, I didn't realize how much effort went into making a bath from reimancy.

[Alva Marek]

Alva obeyed, following her mistress to a secluded area. She watched in horrified fascination as Anna created a large pond for her to bathe in. Watching Anna make a large hole and seeing the earth vanish into thin air scared Alva. The immense display of. power made her speechless. Alva was so awed, she didnt notice that her mistress was speaking to her. She had been ordered to strip down for a much needed bath and give her name.

Alva slowly untied her boots and slid them off. Next was her shirt stained and torn during the ten day voyage. Her tight leather pants Were the last to be peeled off. Standing naked, alva took a deep breath enjoying her nudity.

"My mistress, my given name is Alva. Alva Marek. But since you now own me, if you see fit, you can change it." Tears formed in her eyes but she fought them back as her mind wandering back to when she was a slave for her father. she was about to jump into the water when she hesitated. Was she supposed wait for the affirmative command? Could she jump right in? With the amount of power anna possessed, if she did the slightest thing wrong, alva was sure it would be the end of her.

"May I get into the water....mistress?"

[Annalisa Marin]

Anna eyed Alva as she disrobed, her gaze was rather similar to Amaryllis’ when she was sizing someone up and was regarding her rather like she would a piece of meat. Grey eyes wandered over every subtle curve in appreciation, another smirk playing at her lips as she looked at her newest piece of property on Sahova. She looked relatively healthy, though Anna suspected she’d need to put a couple of good meals in her belly and attempt to fill out her curves a little better. Unlike the Nuit, she rather liked things she personally owned to look better than garbage as it then reflected well upon their owner.

The dark haired woman actually chuckled at Alva’s words, pleased by her seeming to get the situation rather well though she looked a little too worried about what the sorceress would and would not do. Anna supposed that if she had been shipped against her will to a strange place then she might very well be scared, especially after watching her new owner twist the very elements. The tall sorceress shifted her weight from foot to foot, placing a hand on her hip as she noted the other woman asking for permission to enter the water.

“Certainly, I didn’t make that for nothing now did I? Leave your possessions on the ground there, I’ll be burning them as you won’t need them and they are worthless to you at the moment. For now, get in the water.” The woman said with an easy shrug.

“As for your name, I don’t find it overly offensive so feel free to keep it. I’ll probably just call you slave to keep some confusion from the relationship.” Anna offered as she moved to a nearby rock.

It probably would seem odd to the fresh slave that this mistress would be rather lenient and rather downright courteous to some degree. Anna had grown up in Zeltiva, a place free of slavery of any kind and rather enlightened all things considered in terms of academic knowledge. She herself was not familiar on the etiquette of owning a person herself, however she simply opted to treat Alva as she would her clothing or ring. The slave was a possession and would require maintenance and instruction to do her duties properly.

Anna undid the purple sash around her shoulder and waist, allowing her robes to open and fall a little more loosely around her form. She placed the item on the rock and folded it lovingly and with great care, sliding her robes off as well and giving them the same attention. After the she slipped her feet from the slippers, and then wriggled herself out of her under clothes to allow all of her flesh to be bared to the world. She was hardly defenseless however, her reimancy was her protection and she could destroy most anything unpleasant that might come calling to her.

This accomplished Anna strode back over to the edge of the bath she had created, testing at the water with a toe and finding it to be warm enough for her tastes. With that she slowly lowered herself into the water, untying her hair and allowing it to hand freely around her head. The sorceress sighed as the warm water sent waves of soothing bliss through her body and added its warmth to synchronize to her own form. The elegant red scar over her heart where Rhysol’s holy blood had touched her flesh seemed to pulsate with each beat of her heart, almost like it possessed life of its own. Anna felt so good, blissful as she lowered herself further into the water and submerged her entire form under the bath for a moment to soak every inch of her body.

From here Anna simply leaned back again the edge of the bath and allowed an audible sigh to escape her throat, one of relief. Bathing was a rare luxury on the island of the undead, especially bathing like this though it paid that she was a Master Reimancer. She suspected that when she finally did receive her own lab she would be making some adjustments to her to include a good bath like this one as a permanent fixture. Her grey eyes opened and would fall upon Alva, staring at her own form and giving her a smirk.

“Like what you see, slave? Don’t worry. You’ll be doing a lot more than looking in my service.” The tall woman said her tone smooth like honey.

“I am sure you think fate has granted you a poor turn, but really I think you’ll find life serving me to be far easier than whatever life you had there. I’ll feed you, give you a place to sleep, give you work so you do not fall idle, and treat you better than most slaves are on Sahova. The only thing I require in return is obedience, submission to my will.” Anna said, staring up at Syna idly.

“I can be kind, but I can also be far crueler than anyone you’ve ever ended up in the hands of. Take that as your only warning going forward.” The sorceress said, turning her gaze back on the other woman pointedly and pausing for Alva to fill the air with a response or question.

"Also, once you are finished cleaning yourself up come over here. I wish to take a closer look at what I have purchased." Anna commanded regally.

[Alva Marek]

Alva smiled and dived into the water after securing her rope dart around her neck habitually, scraping against the bottom of the makeshift bath. The warm water felt amazing against her skin. As she rose to the surface, she couldn't help but giggle in joy. The filth being cleansed from her body, her tangled mess of a hair now tamed and manageable. Alva spent some time rinsing her skin and running her fingers through her silver hair. When she believed herself to be acceptable enough, she drifted towards Anna swallowing her pride and fighting back her fear.

"Am I clean enough for you...mistress?" addressing Anna as her mistress would take some getting used to, but much to her disappointment, Alva was falling into the slave role easier than she wished to admit. She sighed waiting to be reprimanded.

Water glistened on her pale skin, as she stretched and loosened up her stiff limbs. She wanted to practice her acrobatics but she no longer had that freedom. Alva looked into Anna's eyes then quickly looked away. Terrifying as she was, Alva found her mistress somewhat attractive. That would help make her capture a little more bearable.

[Annalisa Marin]

Anna watched as the other woman bathed herself, going about the task with great relish and it was enough to bring that arrogant smile to the sorceress’ face. The dark haired woman spent her time admiring the other woman’s form, every curve and fall that she could actually see with the rest distorted beneath the water. Soap was not a luxury Sahova afforded, neither were baths other than the odd stream or two so really what Anna had created was a wonderful luxury. A heated bath was something many pulsers would probably kill for, and it was something the sorceress had merely willed into existence.

Alva’s living and wellbeing was now reflected upon Anna, so she’d need to arrange funds to reach the Synchrograph to send meals to her. Luckily the tall woman was pondering ways of gaining the needed money as time went by. The sorceress had her own funds, but until she received Citadel funding she was rather stuck with what she had. Such was the way of things; Anna was nothing if not resourceful and could handle most problems with problem solving. She was a results driven individual, she attained results no matter the cost or the time it took. She had made that declaration rather boldly to the board review.

The slave drew closer to Anna and that afforded the sorceress a much better look at her, her eyes roving as much as they were able. She rose to her full height, her torso bare and glistening with water droplets falling from her form. She circled the slave slowly in the water, looking her up and down as she did and looking for any defects or markings that were obvious. Her arms folded under her breasts as she examined her newest acquisition, circling her three times and not making a comment throughout. It would look rather like she was examining a piece of meat, her gaze almost resembling that of the Nuit but not quite having that same static intensity.

“Hmm… you look fit enough. No defects as far as I can see. You appear to be mature, young, a little unremarkable but I think you’ll do just nicely. You look a little on the limber side as well, also I do hope you don’t have anything untoward planned with that dagger around your neck. That would be unfortunate for you; I’d hate to have to break all of your limbs on your first day.” The woman said, the threat leaving her lips but her tone never lost that honeyed quality.

The sorceress finally finished her rounds and leaned back down in her previous spot, soaking up the warmth of the water with a sigh. Grey eyes were still fixed upon the slave, pondering her uses and how much abuse she would be able to take in more physical roles. She didn’t look like a laborer; she was certainly attractive enough pleasure her, perhaps setting her to work in the Palsa Hydrasa by day? Yes, Amaryllis could always use more slaves no doubt and it would just be a little sign of continued support for her.

“Hmm… come over here into my arms, slave, and tell me something. Have you been in bed with another yet?” Anna inquired casually, beckoning for the slave to lean back into the sorceress so she could wrap her arms around her.

It was a rather personal question of course, though as far as Anna was concerned Alva was property so she had the right to know just how many uses that merchandise possessed. She looked young enough, though perhaps she had changed hands before arriving in Sahova. The woman would hardly be surprised if that was the case as a girl like her would very well have such uses. Uses the sorceress herself wanted to make proper use of, though that would likely require a bit of further training and no doubt a bit of discipline.

[Alva Marek]

Alva watched as her mistress looked her over once more, clearly approving of her. Alva couldn't help but wonder what would happen if she had been younger.....or older. Watching carefully as Anna finished her inspection and returned to her spot in the warm bath, Alva allowed herself to relax a little.

Alva found herself fiddling with her most prized possession as she walked into Anna's arms. She had been in Sunberth all her life, and something about sahova made her extremely uneasy, guarded. It was clear that anna was not one to test as she threatened to break all of her limbs, if she tried to cause any trouble. But her mistress' next words stunned her.

"Have you ever been in bed with another?" Alva tensed as the horrific memories of being raped flashed through her mind like a movie. The harsh and demeaning words. The stench of her attackers breath. The force behind his touch. Her own screams muffled by a large hand, arms and legs bound in rope. Her freezing body violated in the worst of ways. Against her will, tears fell down her face as her body ran colder than ice.

"Not willingly mistress..." Alva knew tears would no move Anna but she hoped that she would not humiliate and traumatize her the same way.