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Tuatha Dé Danann
For those of you who aren't up on your Demi Gods. Ha ha. Not really a Demi God, but something of the nature. Refered to as Niphilim in the Christians bible, a religion that comes well after the stories of the Tuatha Dé Danann. A really long name huh? Well it means "People of The Goddess Danu"

This Lady ^^
Anyway, next topic. They lived in something called a spring. A world between Earth and Hell, or the underworld if you prefer. A place where time ceases to pass. Later refered to as a Faery spring. Not an accurate description, but since when do humans get anything right? The Entrances to these places would look something like this, this one is marked, not all are.

The people of the Tuatha Dé Danann are blessed with an extreme strength and size of which myths were made. They were massively sized and consider to be the offspring of several gods, and in some cases some of their members even became gods themselves, but for every rise to power, there is a fall.


The race is small and frail in number these days. The springs and it's vast material wealth left mostly untouched. Their massive libraries that spanned the entirety of human life sat unused. The people who once numbered in the millions would be well off if they could count their numbers in the hundred. The Springs, though still functional left unused for many years. Many of them had become unstable, dangerous to pass.

§Charles was careful not to let the mouthy little slave girl get her bearings or quite understand where she was or what was happening. He moved to a remote spring hidden behind a waterfall which led to a long slave tunnel and led her down the tunnel, watching his steps. Before the even got into the castle proper they came to a series of doors. Charles counted the doors and opened one which had all kinds of nasty torture devices in it. Hooks and blades of all description.§
"Oops. Wrong door."
§Charles shut it again and moved one more down which opened to a small stone room. No decorations. A small cot in one corner with a flimsy blanket. Walking in he yanked the small woman with him and hooked her chain to a ring that hung from the wall on one side of the room.§
"Home sweet home. What do you think?"

§Charles smirked and nodded.§
"Well looky looky. You are as smart as your tongue. I'd prefer not to keep you down here, you won't be able to clean from this cell, but until I can trust you won't try and escape and get yourself killed this is where you will stay. You will address me as your master, or sir at all times. You will not use personal pronouns such as I, me, mine. You will instead address yourself as this slave. Easy enough to understand?"
§Charles stood stoic. His cane centered before him. His eyes hidden, his mouth an unwavering straight line. He spoke clearly and decisively. Leaving very little to be misunderstood.§

"A verbal question calls for a verbal response. If I'm going to waste my time addressing you you will respond."
§Charles felt he may be acting a touch stern, but that was none of his concern. He could tell this one was going to be difficult and any wavering or uneasiness as her master would translate weakness to her. Something she would try to exploit.§
"If your content to stay in this hole for now I will oblige you, but there is a second option."

"Yes. I noticed. If you decide to stay down here the occasional rat may scurry through, though if your not careful they'll get smart to and avoid this cell. We have stores of blood in the wine cellar. This building once entertained many different kinds of "guests." You would not be the first one here in the home of Dagda who needed special sustenance. The choice is honestly yours."
§Charles slammed the cane before him in the ground. Snapping the stone he contacted with. This one still demanded to be smart with him. It was a dangerous game to play.§

"Better. Much better."
§Charles grinned and pat her on the head. He knew the look of degradation, and how to add to it. He lifted his hand and the blue chain left the wall and was inside of his hand as it closed around it.§
"We will go up stairs and I will show you the kitchen. Cooking will be part of your duties as well as cleaning, mending, etc. From there the cellar and it contains the wines as well as some sustenance for you."
§Charles stood there for a moment, waiting for an acknowledgment from the little slave girl. If she did not want to comply then it would be just as to leave her here.§