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 Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 9:44 am
Summary: - Prothel meets Tesunie
Players: Anyone currently in Eldic Estates
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Prothel really loved the night. The night was a chance for him to get out of his little room in the basement of that Free-birth hell hole. Though he knew he owed a lot to them, he couldn't help but resent them for locking them in that place. Still, he was outside tonight, free, and ready to stretch his magic a bit. He knew to be cautious, after the incident with that Feretris woman, he was sure that he was a wanted man by now. He whispered and incantation and a little flame appeared in his hand. He lifted it up and floated off of his hand and started to float around. Amused by this, he had it twirl in several directions, until he heard a noise coming from the street corner. He quickly put out the flame and ran into an alley, waiting to see who was there.
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 11:09 am
(OOC: yay for having internet back!)
An older woman about Prothel's age was leading a boy who must have been all of 15. As they passed the alley way entrance, the moon lit her hand on his and the glint of silver in her hair.
"When are you expected back?" she whispered down to him as they passed.
"Not until breakfast, Miss. But surely my lady can keep me out as long as she likes?"
The older woman gave a husky laugh. "You aren't to tell any one about this, understand?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 12:18 pm
(OOC: yes, internet is fun to have. biggrin )
Prothel watched with interest, not sure whether or not to help the boy. Hmmm..., he thought, a young one. Sad how one of her age would stoop to having her way with one so young. But, I guess I must help the young fellow. Prothel snuck through the darkness, keeping distant enough to stay out of the two's notice, but close enough to hear what is going on.
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 8:43 am
"Yes, Ma'am," the boy said. "I would never betray you." His voice quivered slightly with excitement, anger, or fear.
The woman pet the top of his head as they walked. "When I saw you working with the horses, I wondered why they had such a pretty boy working outside," she cooed. "You aren't a bad one, are you? You seem so gentle."
"No, Ma'am. I work where I am assigned." He would like her to think that he was complacent, so much so that he didn't even think of why he was assigned where.
Their walking slowed.
"If you were mine, I'd put you to better use... Somewhere where my guests could look at you, at least." They stopped. "Are you nervous? Here we are."
The boy did not look to the storage shed she gestured at. "Only for your safety, Ma'am. You have brought no guards."
She reached out to touch his cheek. "I don't need them with you. You'll protect me, won't you?" the lady chuckled.
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 9:06 am
Prothel lurched closer and surveyed his surroundings. He smiled when he discovered that it was just him and them. As he came closer, he started planning in his head. He looked around again just to make sure, then made his move. He casted a spell to speed up his own movement, then shot a fireball at the feet of the young woman. He then ran up and attempted to grab the kid and run.
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 9:44 am
To the woman, it looked as if someone had thrown a torch at her in the dark. She screeched and tripped over herself to get out of the way.
"My lady!" the boy cried out in the confusion. When he felt his arm grabbed, he did not know what could be going on, and began to fight back. Now that the fire ball had hit its target and gone out, he couldn't even see Prothel's face.
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 9:59 am
Prothel decided it best to stay under the cover of dark. Noting the boys struggle, lit enough light with his free hand to let his face be shown and gave the boy a comfortable look, hoping the boy would calm down. He then ran with the boy into an ally and started whispering spells in his head.
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Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2006 8:16 am
"Where are we going?" he demanded in a breathless whisper. The poor boy still had no idea whether or not the lady had been killed. Was this a killer kidnapping him? He had heard about the strange rituals of the underground, how they kidnap little boys for horrible deeds. But he had thought that a tale to scare children. Surely there weren't any of those people left; but neither should there be criminals and thiefs, to attack ladies and steal boys away.
Feeling helplessly afraid and curious, he let Prothel guide him where he will.
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Posted: Wed Dec 20, 2006 9:43 am
At first ignoring the young boy, Prothel finished his casting his spell, sending a jolt of fire that went right next to the woman's body, then shot up in the air. He then grabbed the boys hand and ran into his hiding place (ie, the basement of the free birth peeps).
He was surprised at how calm the boy is, though was sure that the kid was very curious about his fate. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. My name is Prothel, I'm a mage from the Nomadic Plains. I know it's hard for you to believe, but it is true." He saw by his face that he was worried about the young woman. "Don't worry about the girl, she's fine, though she'll have trouble seeing for a couple of hours after she regains consciousness. I sent a signal up so she should be found quickly. Now, the question is, what am I going to do with you now..."
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Posted: Thu Dec 21, 2006 8:32 pm
The boy's expression turned glum. It seemed that, as far as he could tell, the lady was fine. But that didn't change his situation in the here and now. "What did you take me here for?" he asked. It seemed that Prothel had no plan. Further more, Prothel was just another man-- a slave, he would think. He would be getting into trouble because of some insane slave.
The boy began fussing with his short black hair. In the candle light, he appeared as any other slave might, dark caramel skin, straight posture, and an unconfrentational aspect. The world hadn't changed for him yet. He half-expected to be back to work tomorrow at the usual place and time.
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Posted: Sat Dec 23, 2006 6:09 pm
Prothel seemed to be ignoring the boy at first, the kid not getting an answer to his question. In fact, any time the boy glanced at Prothel, it seemed like Prothel was in a completely different place. Finally, Prothel opened his mouth to speak. "Have you ever resented being a slave? Have you ever wondered 'why me?', or 'why are men considered so inferior?'? I had the same beginnings as you, or so it's thought. I was born here in Feretris, an unsanctioned male. My father was a nomad visiting, totally unaware of the Feretris culture. He was forced to lye with one of the women, and he impregnated her, creating me. The Free birth party, or at least radical members of it, did not feel I should lose my ability to reproduce, so they stole me in the night and took me to the nomadic plains. It was here where I learned something...peculiar..."
Prothel stopped to take a look at the boy's reaction. Realizing that the boy probably didn't understand what he was talking about, he decided it best to change the subject now. "What's your name, young one?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 24, 2006 9:22 pm
"Geffry," he sulked out, always the obedient one. "When may I return to my mistress?"
Prothel's little speech had jumbled together like the broken-glass tongue of some of the foriengers that occassionally vacationed at the compound. It was clear that Prothel had meant to say something, but even words that seemed familiar clashed with empty meanings. Geffry had a weird, dream-like feeling, almost like deja vu. Certainly he had heard all of these words before, these phrases. Yet he was totally lost.
Feeling a rising panic lumped lodging in his throat, he added, "Take me home!"
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 4:53 pm
"Mistress? Wait... OH! That's right, your a slave," Prothel chuckles a little, "no, actually I don't believe you will be returning to her." Prothel lights a fire in the fire place with his magic.
"I'm sorry, but you must not return to her. I cannot allow you to reveal my location to anyone, for if they knew that a man was loose, and a magic user at that, it could throw the city in a pretty bad loop, but don't worry..."
Prothel's voice trailed off as familiar foot steps sounded down the stairs to his wonderful basement.
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 10:14 am
"I won't tell any one! Just take me home!"
A lady with copper colored skin slunk down the stairs confidently. "Who is this, then?" she asked in a quiet, soft voice. It wasn't just that this secret place lent itself to whispered. Lae always sounded like a wisp of cloud visiting earth.
The boy was relieved to see a woman. Women were in charge, and never mind the crazy man who had brought him here. Having huddled against the wall, he now bent forward on his knees as slender female legs appeared in the stairwell. "Apologies if we have disturbed your sleep," he managed in a shaky voice. "Have you commanded me here?"
Lae looked to Prothel. "The boy looks tired. Do you think he might sleep if we give him something to drink?" She didn't know what Prothel had brought the boy for, nor from, and so this was her way of asking if they needed him at the moment, or if she could put Geffry out of the way.
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Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2007 7:09 am
"Yes, send the boy to bed. I think we can find a use for him if we get him to calm down. You'll have to talk to him, though, since he clearly doesn't trust me." Prothel sends Geffry up with Lae. "Lae, it seems I'm not very good with social situations in this country. I'd like a chance to get out of here for a while, but I'd like to take the young one with me, if you don't have other plans for him of course."
As Lae walked back up the stairs with Geffry, Prothel started to prepare to meditate and clear his thoughts of the stress he had to endure that night.
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