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 Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2006 2:25 pm
Everyone knows the best place to buy slaves in Igneus Mundas is the slave market, held in the very center of the slave quarter of the city. This place is simply known as The Market
The place is a vast space, the ground is set with chipped marble tiles. And slaves are displayed in every possible ways. Staked to the ground, chained to walls, held in cages. And every type you could want, from meek and docile to dissobedient and fierce.
So, what is your pleasure? Please, allow us to help you find what you are looking for.
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Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2006 2:34 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 11:28 am
The woman known by all, yet recognized by none stood upon the balcony of her private quarters. Nestled in the very heart of the slave quarters, her lavish domain was a secret attraction. The wind teased the tiny sable braids of her hair into the wind, coaxing her scent of amber and lilies onto the breeze. She gazed up into the clear night sky marveling at the beauty that was around her. The stars glinted down at her, the smiling crescent moon glowing with a hoary light. She glanced down at what was her manor, her home, her domain and could not help but smile.
She would enjoy her solitude while she could for she knew that very soon...she would have guests.
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Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2006 2:45 pm
((looking for cruel, literate master or mistress please))
Conchenn woke to the sounds of a busy market day, laughter and faint music echoing off walls. Wait, that's not right. She thought to herself, the last thing she remembered was being in the forest where her group usually gathered after a take. She was a veritable queen of theives, respected and feared by many. So why was she here? Then it all came rushing back, the betrayel, the druged wine, and the cruel laughter of the slave trader as he payed for....for her?
With this thought her eyes snapped open, pupils contracting as the sun hit her full force. She jerked, unable to move far because her hands were bound securly above her head by thick manacles and chains. s**t, she thought to herself. They had betrayed her secret too. She had a sort of allergy to iron, it was thing of her fey species. Iron stipped her of her power, making her humanly weak, but most of all, it stripped her glamour, her disguise magick.
She knew what she looked like now, with her glamour stipped away she didn't appear human anymore. Her face held a feral beauty to it, her eyes were slightly too large, the irises were three different rings of green, a thin band of gold-green, a thicker band of emerald, and another thin band of jade around that. Her lashes were long and glittered like copper, framming her jewel-like eyes. Her hair was waist length, and fell down to her waist in gleaming waves of blood red, streaked with black and shot through coppery strands. Her body was all sleek muscle and luscious curves. She was petite though, standing at barely 5'4. She wore a simple slaves outfit, a long black cloth that reached to her ankles was wrapped around her waist and tied with a braided green rope. She had another black cloth wrapped around her breasts. She could vaguely recall, in one of her more lucid moments of her journey, the slaver handing her the clothing and telling her to change. The first reminder that she was no longer free.
With a sigh Conchenn pulled her knees to her chest, the black skirt falling away on one side to reveal a long line of her smooth, pale leg. Her arms throbbed with the pain of too little movement, and the sun beat mercilessly against her.
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 11:57 am
Sitting in her cage, Killa looks around her. She's wearing a black cloth around her waist to hide her genitalias. The blackfabric around her chest is loose and looks like it will fall off as soon as she moves. Her black ears are moving around, listening for all the sounds in the large room. A soft scent of lillies reached her nose and she smiled. She remembered that scent. She had been living in a part of the forrest near her old coven where there had been lots of lillies. She let her eyes follow the scent and looked up to see a woman on a balcony. Killa tilted her head. She knew only of one who lived in the mansion and that was the Markets owner. She sighed and looked at the female on the other side of the room from where she was. She looked like a beauty, but something about her made the cat-girl shiver. She thought she had seen the woman before, but couldn't be sure. She had seen so many people the past couple of years. She had been moving around a lot, seen a lot of places and a lot of people. She sighed again and laid down, feeling the black fabric fall off her chest. She didn't bother pick it up.
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 7:39 pm
Anish pulled his silk scarves tighter around his shivering body. The fair dancer sat in the corner of his cage, long legs curled to his chest, weeping. This simply wasn't fair. He had little idea where he was or how he got there. His last memory was of a preformance at a vampire club where he danced. Several men had come to him praising his preformance and he had been flatered. One had offered him a goblet of blood and that was the last he remembered before waking in a cage.
He shivered again, from fear rather than the cold. Anish sucked on his full lower lip out of childish habit. Another moment of thought brought him to his feet, his coin and bell covered silks tinkling as he moved, and to the bars of the cage. "Hello..." He called softly, terrified to make noise but desperate to know where he was. "Is anyone here?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2006 12:41 pm
If there was one thing that her mother had told her that was worth remembering, it was to always walk as if you belonged there. Acting like you belonged was an important part of seeming inconspicuous if you did it well, and Demetri had to admit, she did it well. For a girl who usually hung out in the Fighter's Quarter, kicking the asses of scum who thought to prey on her- possibly to send her to one of these cages, in this quarter, one never knew- and fighting in tournaments to earn her keep in middle-class Tir Alain. Sometimes she took on the random odd job- murders, assassinations- when she had some free time.
Well, now she had free time and free cash. And with said free cash, she had somehow ended up in the Slave Quarter. She didn't know why she'd come, but why question something that could be good- for herself and possibly others? She knew she sometimes needed help with things- like getting her hair combed, remembering to lock the door. Remembering to eat, yes, that was a big one too. She brushed some of her garnet-bound blonde hair out of her eyes, behind her shoulder, and continued walking through the markets, chin in the air, eyes looking about disdainfully at those who were foolish enough- weak enough!- to be captured like this.
If they couldn't protect themselves, they were a kept bird by nature and deserved a keeper, after all. It was nature's way.
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 4:15 am
Hearing a soft voice call out, Killa sat up, still not picking up the fabric that had fallen off her chest. It really didn't bother her.
She tried to make out the different shapes of cages to find the one the voice came from, but had no luck. Not even her good night vision could find it. She cursed mentally, but decided to answer the voices' question.
"We're in the slave market" she whispered back, one ear turned toward the sound of his soft voice, the other turned toward the sound of footsteps. True, it hadn't exactly been the right answer to his question, but it did answer two questions in one. Yes, there were others her, and they were at the slave market. Two very important informations, she must admit.
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 7:48 pm
Slave market? Anish whimpered softly, collapsing against the bars of the cage. Was he to be a slave? The sound of soft footsteps brought on another wave of sobs. Did the footsteps come from she who had spoken? Or from another? Was he to be punished for speaking out?
Again he pulled his scarves around himself but shivered when he realized how much noise the coins and bangles on them made. He silently cursed his dancers clothing.
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Posted: Sat Oct 21, 2006 6:02 pm
Kana, only a 15 year old girl, was found wandering the streets and put on a cage. She has been there for just a few days, but still shes scared. Her physical was normal, B cup, 35 hips, 24 waist.
Kana was looking at the clouds, in her cage, trying to ignore what was happening around her. She only wore a torn up dress and had an old blanket. She still smiled like she always did. Her, the optimistic. She only hoped to get out of there soon or that at least someone nice would let her out.
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Posted: Sat Feb 24, 2007 5:38 am
A steel cage sat on the ground in the market, a large padlock on its front, imprisioning the slave inside. Inside, a girl with long, brown hair and pointed ears lay, unconcious. There were a few bruises on her head, prodominatly on her forehead and she had a bit of a black eye. Her lip was bleeding a bit and a steel collar was clamped around her neck, attached to a chain tethered her to the back of the cage. She wore tattered jeans and an equally tattered blue t-shirt, though it was hard to make these out in the shadows of the cage and the dim light from the cloudy sky.
After about an hour, she woke up and looked around the room, confused and blinking. She stood, and hearing the chain attached to her collar clank behind her, she raised a hand to her neck, she felt the steel collar and realized that she was in a cage. She tore at the collar, but was unsuccessful at getting it off. She then stepped forward, the chain rattling behind her, she began to pull at the bars, shouting at the gaurds to let her out and making demands of freedom.
The two she had been yelling at stepped toward her cage, rolling their eyes. "Shut up," one grunted at her, pulling a key from his belt and unlocking the cage. He opened the door and climbed in, followed by the other one.
She continued shouting when the one that had spoken to her grabed her, trying to restrain her and forcing her hands behind her back while she tried to fight at them, unsuccessful. The other pulled some thick, steel hand cuffs, linked by a short chain, and snapped them onto her wrists.
Then grabbing a set of steel shackles, linked by about a foot of chain, also from his belt, linked them onto her ankles. He shoved her, making her fall to her knees. She did not get up or even attempt, but continued screaming at them as they left, locking the cage behind them. She shouted curses and other obsenities at their backs as they returned to their post.
A well dressed man walked down the row a few moments later, and peered into her cage, listening to her shout. When she noticed him, she began to shout at him. He sighed and walked over to the guards, no doubt making a complaint. He walked away from them and moved to the next cage while one the gaurds approached hers for a second time.
The guard unlocked the cage and stepped in, sighing heavily. He pulled a piece of cloth from somewhere, apparently a pocket or something, and stepped behind her, gagging her with it despite her attempted shouts as she yanked at the cuffs on her wrist, the chains clanking. Once he finished, he climbed out, locking the cage behind once again, and returning to his post.
She let out a few muffled noises before hanging her head in defeat, her long hair falling into her face while her elven ears poked through.
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