Open For Want of Warmth

Sydir goes to purchase winter clothes

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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]

For Want of Warmth

Postby Syresshvassydir on September 11th, 2017, 1:33 am

36th of Fall, 517
13th Bell

Kneeling on the hard stone floor of his small cell in the bowels of the Pit, Sydir could easily have been mistaken for dead, only the smooth, steady rise and fall of his shoulders giving evidence to his breathing. He had been sitting like this for several bells now, emerald eyes open but unfocused, gazing into the distance far beyond the walls of his cell. Beyond the great lake of Ravok, following the faint, subtle pull back home. Back to Falyndar, and to Zinrah, where his own kind reigned supreme. Not like this floating prison, surrounded by humans that would break in the face of anything fiercer than a strong wind. And yet, despite their obvious weaknesses, he was forced to be subservient to them, or else lose his own head. Whatever else Sydir may have learned in over a hundred years of life, it was that survival reigned supreme. So, for now, if he needed to play the docile, cowed animal the common Ravokian expected to see in a slave, Sydir could do that.

Or at least, he would try. Humility and servitude did not come easy to Sydir, and his masters knew this. Each fierce warriors themselves, human yet possessed of some bizarre, inhuman strength, the Lionesses of Sylira knew well that their slave was no simple house servant, but a warrior. A familiar clacking of boot heels on stone caused the large Dhani to stir, shrugging his shoulders as he stood and turned towards the door to his cell. Kati entered his small chamber like a thunderstorm.

“Get up, Dhani.” Her voice came cool and clear, but tinged with violent malice. “You’re going on a trip soon, and Jati says letting you freeze would be a ‘waste of resources.’” Kati’s dark, wild eyes fixed on Sydir’s own emerald as she continued, “Personally, I think it’d be fun to watch, so you’d best thank her after your trip.” Sydir perked up. This was the first his master had mentioned him going anywhere besides the Pit, or occasionally the lakeshore for more unconventional training. Retrieving a small key from her belt, Kati unlocked the shackles around Sydir’s wrists and ankles, though his collar remained firmly in place. Sydir watched in mild disbelief as the woman next took a small bag that jingled with metal and pressed it into his hands, along with a folded bit of paper. “Go to the market. Get what’s on that list. And then return.”

Sydir blinked in surprise, taking a tick or two to process what had just happened before tucking the bag of coins and paper into his belt. The Dhani remained silent, but gave a nod of confirmation that he’d understood. Kati snorted in contempt, then turned to escort him out of the Pit. Whatever else may be said about the brutal sadist that was Kati, Sydir had grown to appreciate the fact that she didn’t talk much. Their passage from the rough-hewn corridors beneath the pit to the clean and orderly streets of Ravok was brief and painless, much unlike the process by which Kati had learned of Sydir’s true nature. That had been an excruciating affair, accompanied by more than a little of the Dhani’s cold blood, beginning to run colder still as the temperatures dropped.

At the threshold of the Pit, Kati stopped. “You have three bells to be back here. If you’re late, I’m going to find you and flay you. Understand?” Sydir did his best not to glower or glare, that would only get him a fresh round of punishment on his return. “Yesss,” the constrictor spoke in his sibilant Common, “I undersstand. I go now.” His master nodded, and Sydir stepped out onto the Ravokian streets, where at least Syna’s light could bathe and warm him, if only a little. As he made his way towards the nearest ravosala tie-up, Sydir removed the folded piece of paper from his belt and opened it up. He could read Common decent enough, at least to understand that this was a list of clothes, and apparently warm ones. “So, they don’t want me dead just yet. What do they want, then?” Sydir wondered as he approached the ravosalaman, or rather, ravosalawoman, with ebony locks and dark bronze skin uncommon to most of the humans Sydir had seen in his brief stay in Ravok.

“Exscusse me,” he began in what he hoped passed for polite, “can you take me to marketsss?” Sydir paused, thought for a moment, then added, “Pleasse.”
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