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 Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 5:14 pm
A small settlement in its own right, Shadowsun is located not far from the entrance to Au Shinduago, hidden away from the prying eyes of its neighbors.
Trade here mostly deals with things not commonly found in the world below. Despite the unsavory nature of business here, few would argue against it; for as long as pursestrings are kept loose, profit is to be made. Trinkets, slaves, food, fine wine and sellswords are just a few of the many goods Shadowsun has to offer.
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 5:27 pm
Brennin Benz was a rather heavy-set man. his strong hairy arms were well-trained from his father's blacksmithing forge. but he wasn't a blacksmith here.
Having moved to the outpost of Shadowsun, Brennin used his smithing skills for a much more entertaining business. He hated most things, and only the ability to subdue others and make them feel as trpped as he did in his youth made him smile. He took pride in that every chain and every collar and ever set of manacles were handcrafted. He'd turned the craft that he was enforced to practice into his escape. his way to enslave othrs.
Yes, Brennin was a slaver. more specifically, he was a slave-trafficker. slaves were brought into his shop in Shadowsun, and from there he sold them to traders, many of them from the Undergaia. he didn't like the Drow, but they were his most common customers, and he sucked it up. at least they payed well, and he knew that his merchadise would be treated unwell. that always made him rest easier.
He exited the stone forge building after finishing another chain, and looked up at the sunset. he wiped some sweat off his brow and brought two trays of bread and water into a wooden building nearby. his hut was in between the forge and the slave-pen.
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 7:35 pm
Vaeri simpered angrily.
Bread?
Bread was for herbivores. Humans. Munthrek.
Whipping her head around, she wrinkled her nose at the dry ration, and instead gazed hungrily at a sparrow outside.
Vaeri was a planetouched something, a genasi, perhaps elven, but the presence of dragonkin was unmistakable. Her dark, wispy frame stood out like ink on parchment, riddled with crimson lines and gold. The messy shock of hair on her crown was gathered into a topknot that had long fallen loose in her days of captivity.
She sat a fair distance from her human counterparts, all huddled together, though strangers; a sense of unspoken kinship about them she would never understand.
Looking to the keeper, then bitterly again to her meal, "I suppose you expect me to starve, earthwalker, or you'd be feeding me something I could actually hope to digest. Hmph."
Vaeri's tone dropped to a bestial growl.
"You're just lucky your supplier gave you these confounded glyphs, or I might be dining well tonight." she hissed.
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 11:01 pm
Brennin raised the dish he was holding as if to beat the young exotic woman, the bread flying to the dirty ground. he paused though, noticing th einstinctual flinching from everyone in the room, and a sickening smirk spread across his face.
he punched her in the gut, and then stooped over to pick up the loaf that hd fallen. "ye'll eat it'er nothin', b***h." he grunted in his raspy drawl. "can't have ye witherin' away, what with custermers lookin' fer playthings and workers. not that i can see any worth in ye... too scrawney fer work, not pretty 'nough fer bed... useless. but maybe ye'll get lucky'n some'n mean'll buy ye just fer hurtin'."
he'd been treating everyone like this, putting them down, beating them.... he was vey much an abuser. he wondered still why never the girl seemed to cry. everyone else had at some points, and he'd made fun of every one for it. especially the men. they were easy targets for further cruelty once they cried. though not a particularly bright or educated man, Brennin Benz had a fondness for sadism that required and taught the knowledge of emotional fragility.
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2010 7:49 am
The drow male smiled as the brawny man struck the strange captive, silky white hair fell past his shoulders, onto his rich dark gold laced robes. His face seemed old even by drow standards, yet his eyes carried something different from aged cunning, they were more bestial, feral in fact. Baring a wide smile fangs protruded from his mouth, proving his undead status.
"She won't eat that you know. It's not in her nature, or her diet. She needs meat, preferably of the fresh kind. No, I'm not here to second guess your, methods, as to which you acquire or break your wares." Indicating the strange captive, "On the other hand I am interested as to the asking price of that captive, I am Vincent Draemir."
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2010 1:23 am
Vaeri snorted, shrugging off the blow.
"If what you speak is truth, lower your asking price. Just don't be surprised when one of your miserable rats over there mysteriously vanishes." The female's head jerked in the direction of her human cellmates.
In truth, the remark insulted her. Dragons-- even lesser varieties, were very vain about their appearance.
She looked down her nose at him, despite being on the ground. Her delicate wings folded neatly behind her, arms crossed over her chest. Vaeri's attention quickly shifted to the interrupting newcomer, however, as he ambled onto the scene.
The arrogant creature laughed darkly. His gesture might have been a merciful one, but he'd caught her in a foul mood.
"You can pay as much as you like; Vaeri is not for sale. She would sooner die of spellplauge than serve your kind."
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2010 4:26 pm
The Aleanrae eliets arrive in Shadowsun stepping from the shadows themselves the fifteen guards chosen for the mission were at least in some way half-elven or appeared to be. The deep crimson of there armor glowing in the sunset. Glissa in her half-shadow dragon form holding her wings about her like a cape leads them to the local slaver. Entering the slave area they look arround for a bit. Before glissa and four guards approach the slaver, ignoring the drow male, and saying "We seek Individuals with talent, or are exotic in some way, you have my assurances price is no object." Pulling out a handful of black diamonds, as her gaze falls upon the half-dragon.
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 10:13 pm
"Oh dear, we seem to have a misunderstanding. I do not need the dragon hybrid as a servant but as a study tool. I only desire to do some examinations and tests for some research. I can assure you no harm will come to her." Pulling out a bag of various precious gemstones and indicating the newest beings entering the building, "I'll pay better than these soldiers here and if you want I'll even return her after I'm done with my tests." A little black widow crawled from its web down to Vincents ear, there it stayed suspended for but a moment before crawling back up to its home. "Oh dear, it seems that I have pressing matters to attend to in Ulorbbath, I shall withdraw my offer for now but I shall return at a later date to perhaps view your wares again." And with the end of his sentence Vincent discorporated into vapor and vanished from the store...
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 11:50 pm
Of course they had checked Aila over before dragging her into Shadowksun. Yes. Yes. Right. Of course. She'd lost the eye fighting with another slave over food. She'd gotten beatings and no rations at all for such a long time after that. Might have saved the eye if not. It had gotten infected and then good bye sundown, she'd had to tear it out before she lost a part of her mind to the rot. Yes. She was fine now though. No harm done. No harm done. Her mind was fine. Just a little twitching. And they had to gag her until the feeding times otherwise she chewed at her hands. Almost lost a finger. Almost. Almost. Yes.
Aila pawed at the cut stubs of her once fine, elven ears, whimpering like a dog around the gag. Her hands were bound up too, the dirty bandages bloodied and torn from her teeth. Her ears itched. Itchy itchy itchy itchy itchy ears.
Aila didn't like the little beast. She didn't like its smell. Didn't like the human smells either. She scratched at her ears again, her mangy, dirty yellow nest of tangled, wiry hairs catching in the bloody, saliva-soaked bandages of her hand. Her one good eye rolled in her socket, glaring silently at the dragon-kin, though she cowered, staring fiercely at the ground whenever the thing turned in the direction of her and the knot of stinky stinky stinky stinky st-stinky... what was the thought?. She had lost it. Curses. Curses on the cursed mutt.
"Hrrf." She swore around the filthy rag that had been stuffed unceremoniously into her mouth, stretching out her painfully pony legs. Her knees protruded from the filthy, stick-thin limbs like bruises, her feet shoed in dirt and muck alone. She'd been a slave for... for. A while. Yes. She didn't... count time out... as well these days. She couldn't keep a thought.
But her mind was fine. Yes. Yes. Don't believe the lies, sire. Don't believe them. Aila thinks fine. She has a good, good head on her shoulders. Yes. Just a little twitch. Just a little...
What was she saying?.
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 3:28 pm
Brennin payed attention to the potential shoppers. he felt torn between the two offers at first, one a better payer, but the other a fine payer and also nowhere near as nice... and that was what Brennin liked. he was about to decide that to send the dragon-girl off to colector was well worth the slight reduction in cost. but then the vampire left anyway.
"'ave'er." he grumbled. "and i'll--SHUT UP, YA!" he yelled at the scrawny elf-girl in teh corner, who was making very little noise scratching herself and twitching. he took any excuse though.
he cleared his throat. "i'll take tha' bag o'gems. 'ave the creature. i'm glad ta be rid'o'er."
he started to manacle her wrists in a wooden board, and shackled her ankles. he then loosed her chains from the wall and held her up to the drow woman, roughly. "even trade?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 3:59 pm
"Indeed" Glissa replies sharply, handing him a bag of gems. Grasping the chains a bit rougher than normal. "Twas a pleasure, we'll check in from time to time to see your wares in the future, may they prove of equal intrest, and i assure you the coin will stay flowing. "
The group slave in tow then dissappears in shadows arriving back at the Aleanrae house.
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 1:21 pm
Brennin grinned hideously, and counted the gems in the bag, as he walked away and kicked the piece of bread on teh ground towards the flee-bitten brain-damaged girl. he left the room, closing the door again, before heading off to bed.
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 12:14 pm
[I like how this all happened without any comment to me in regards to where I'd like to place my own character.]
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 9:39 pm
((i assumed she was aware of how rude it was to do something like that without discussing it with the character's player first... my bad, sorry. do ya wanna sort it out with her?))
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 10:51 am
[It's fine, I'll work with it.]
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