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 Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 7:16 pm
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And when he gets to Heaven,to Saint Peter he will tell...
Aingel growled in acknowledgement (and annoyance) but went to retrieve the plates. He had hoped that this would have been a symbiotic relationship, but he knew now that he was wrong. She saw him as dirt, and nothing more. Damn. Now he'll have to find a way out of here, before she decided that he would need an attitude change. He knew himself that his attitude was....obnoxious, at best. He wasn't the type to be a slave. Hopefully, though, if he played his cards right, he could keep up his attitude and avoid punishment. It was wishful thinking at best, but hey. Not much he could do at this point.
He passed out the utensils, and sat down, putting any food that did not have plant products in it onto his plate. After he was done, he leaned back, and looked at Ember boredly.
"So, you wish to know of our society, eh, mistress? Right, then, where to start.....Ah yes. Death Elven society is a unique one. While our major cities are static, all of our smaller towns and villages are mobile, and many of the buildings are on wheels or mounted on the backs of trucks. This is because the forest we live in is home to one of the weakest barriers between the mortal and nether realm. As a result, demons often pass freely between the worlds, and prey upon out villages, along with human raiding parties, such as the one that captured me. Now, village guards can usually hold their own against the attacks, but we move the villages away from the attack site after the battle in case reinforcements come in, so that by the time they arrive, the villages are nowhere to be seen. Each village or town is headed by an elder, who has a telepathic link to the country's leaders, the High Keepers, as they are called in the human language. In any major event that may affect the smaller villages, the Keepers will contact the elder with instructions or information, which is then relayed to the people. Are you still following me?"
"One more soldier reporting, sir. I've served my time in Hell."
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 7:55 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 8:18 pm
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And when he gets to Heaven,to Saint Peter he will tell...
Aingel took a bite of food before continuing.
"Anyways, the people themselves are divided into three groups. You have the merchants, who deal with marketing and distribution, the workers, who deal in things like producing the goods, and the warriors, who guard the merchants and workers. Each group must cooperate with the other two, or else it all falls apart. As a result, many will find that towns and villages are more like families, and they are very closely knit. As you may already know, we do not take kindly to outsiders, and the mobile villages may seem hostile and cold to a visitor from another country, or even another village. Indeed, if someone like you, no offense, of course, were to come into a village, I'm sorry to say that if you spoke to the locals like you do with me, you would be run out of town. And don't think you can fight. Imagine a dozen guard elves like me, all with guns, and more importantly, all with Blood Powers. And then imagine them all savagely attacking. There is a reason why no one has ever tried to invade our country, you know."
"One more soldier reporting, sir. I've served my time in Hell."
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 8:29 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 8:43 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 10:38 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 8:24 am
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 8:01 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 10:32 pm
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 2:22 pm
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And when he gets to Heaven,to Saint Peter he will tell...
Aingel tilted his head curiously. My, she was full of questions. Still, he looked thoughtful for a second before answering.
"It's....a way of life for us. On the battlefield, where food rations cannot be readily delivered, we would scavenge from the dead. Heh, the enemy often found themselves in a race against us as they went out to recover their casualties before we arrived to take them away for our own...uses. And no, we never ate our own dead. It seems wrong to you ant others that we're cannibals, but, honestly, to us, its an adaptation, and a gift. Our gods forbid us from consuming plants or plant-based foods, but they gave us the ability to eat almost anything else. Our blood powers help us become the ultimate predator, and we have a high poison tolerance. To kill me, you would need enough cyanide to down a large elephant."
"One more soldier reporting, sir. I've served my time in Hell."
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 2:43 pm
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Ember Delaine
Ember listened thoughtfully, storing away the information as he spoke. When he was done speaking, she smiled wryly, eyes still flat. "There is nothing that seems wrong to me. I am merely curious about your people." Her voice was thoughtful as she said, almost to herself, "There are still many other ways to die than mere poison." With a frighteningly cold smile, Ember said, "I think you'll be very useful to me, Aingel. Tell me, by uses do you only mean eating the enemy dead, or are there are other things you do with them? What enemies do your kind face most often?" She leaned forward, intent.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 12:29 pm
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And when he gets to Heaven,to Saint Peter he will tell...
Aingel looked at her, a slight smile pulling at the edge of his lips.
"A better question would be what kinds of enemies do we not face. First you got feral animals, Then, some of the other elves, Altmer, Dunmer, even some Bosmer, see us as a disgrace, and often send Templar squads in to "purify" us. Then there's human slaver parties, raiding parties, poachers, tree cutters, and salesmen. And demons, like you. It's no secret that our forest is home to one of the thinnest areas of the barrier between the mortal and demon realms."
He shot a look at Ember. He had suddenly realized why she looked familiar. He had seen her before, during one of his patrols, watching him from a distance. As per custom when sighting a demon, He had reported the sighting to the elder, and immediately the village was packed up and moved. It was a common thing to do, but this event stood out in Aingel's mind because it was the last sighting before Aingel had been grabbed by the slavers and taken to the slave market. No one else from the village had been caught, so his capture seemed odd to Aingel. It was as if they had been specifically looking for him....interesting....but, she was the one asking the questions right now, so he kept quiet about it.
"One more soldier reporting, sir. I've served my time in Hell."
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 2:45 pm
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Ember Delaine
Ember listened intently, her eyes never straying from Aingel. She arched an eyebrow at his slight smile, deciding it was rather....nice. But now was not the time for lustful thoughts. No doubt if this elf was given an opening to kill her, he would more than likely take it. She would have to break him. Ember had several ideas on how to do that too. She focused her attention back on his words. She pursed her lips. The elf wasn't wrong, Ember herself had lurked around the forest on multiple occasions, the last of which had been when she was searching for a new slave. She remembered being spotted by an elf, but she'd only managed to catch a glimpse of him. A glimpse was all she needed, though. Later that day, Ember had slipped into the minds of the slavers, suggesting they catch a death elf, in particular the one that had spotted the demon woman.
"I see....is there any race then, that doesn't look down upon your kind with loathing and disgust? And if your kind is so formidable, Aingel, how are you so easily caught and enslaved? I can understand demons such as myself and other elves catching you, but as for the rest.." She folded her arms. The meaning was implied. If he was so easily caught by force, she would have no other use for him except to make him another one of her experiments, which would be a shame. The elf at the very least had an attractive body. Another thought occurred to Ember. She had no idea the extent of the elves' blood powers, which meant that Ember would have to be careful with her blood. What if it gave the elf power over her? That was unacceptable. She made a note to look up what defenses she might be able to form with her frustratingly limited knowledge of this species.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 3:05 pm
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 3:38 pm
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Ember Delaine
Ember's eyes narrowed in on Aingel's wrists where they were wrapped in bandages. She knew the power that different scars could have, the sacrifices they could represent, and many other things. Instantly, she was tense--though she never really relaxed either--and her tone was sharp. "That seems a fairly easy way to subdue you. Tell me more about your scars, how they relate to your powers, etc. And while you're at it, strip. Now. All of your clothes, off. I want to see for myself what other scars you might have." She stared at Aingel, thinking as she waited for him to do as she said. Well there was one method of control at least...From his words, she inferred that his scars had to be uncovered for his powers to work. It was fairly obvious. But the question remained, did all his scars have to be covered, or was it just partial coverage that was needed?
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