Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Akicita recollars the Bond

[12:05]  Crimson would look over to Mika, and tilt his head, "..Dara our healer was not around for a few moons, training and all..I did not even think to show it to her upon her return..", he stated with a bit of an annoyed look, as if dissapointed in himself, "..oh, the stitches, you have to take them 'out'..ah..I see.."

[12:06]  Melanie Cvercko caught the snap of the Jarl, she hadn't really planned on staying near the main tent but the nap seemed to cause her intentions to change a bit. "Yes Jarl?" she asked while she did reluctantly scoot closer to him. The conversation she held with It earlier still playing over her own thoughts as she allowed her gaze to pass him and extend to the terrain. "Something is wrong?" she asked again almost as if she were rushing him.

[12:08]  Tahlos Darkfold's head was shifted toward lake Ias... a beautiful sight from this position. Especially when the sun went down and reflected the mountains off it in an interesting glow. Difficult to see from here on some days, as the clouds played their roles as well. Tumbling through the valley's and reaching the heights they settled upon. "Crimson." He would be heard then calling over the winds loud enough to hear inside the tent. Their words somewhat muffled to his ear as a normal tone would be from that distance. "Where do you know this healer from." He meant no disrespect to speak of Masika as if she weren't there. But his gorean, as many knew, wasn't perfect and often came out wrong. His eye then shifted left as his head did too from looking over his right shoulder past the fire behind him to reach melanie. "Yes something wrong." he would say. "You still here is wrong, bring me warm drink. Mead hm?" Then his right hand rose to point his thumb over his shoulder and inside the tent. "See to free within also..." he sn
[12:08]  Tahlos Darkfold: apped before turning to look ahead again. ((This point Akiel and Masika, disappeared :o))

[12:10]  Tahlos Darkfold looked to Melanie then, "Humm... Ok. Nevermind."

[12:12]  Melanie Cvercko turned towards Tah again as she did snap back from her movements " No mead for you then Jarl" she stated as she of course watched as the ones within the confines of the fabric seemed to disappear. The change of mind was probably due to not wanting to drink alone she thought so left it as an open ended question just teetering back and forth upon her heel.

[12:16]  Tahlos Darkfold wasn't really thirsty, and the girl was somewhat correct. Though this would never be expressed... something neither would know in the end. But he had truly been looking out for the guest, and was taking a drink since the girl was going that way anyway. "No mead." he replied finally. His eye shifting as he watched ahead once more. Much time had passed then, in silence. Until he said... "You are sitll here I see." Head shifting right some but not to look at her. "What of your concern for your.... Jarl's. Has this faded..." He had soon after asked of the girl....

[12:17]  Tahlos Darkfold's eye then narrowed as he watched her. "Kneel before me girl when awaiting a command." He suddenly said in a deep tone. Not snapping, but there was a darkness to it. her...'teetering' growing somewhat on his nerves.

[12:21]  Melanie Cvercko figured her assumptions were correct and with that she did crouch down near him, she wasn't stupid and wouldn't put flesh upon the coldness of the terrain. "Not really Jarl, there is no need to worry or plan as its not really my choice and if they want me or ...anyone else wants me they just take me right?" Time within the Laager had made her realize many things since the last time the two had spoken, before she was sorta naive and maybe taking in the whole ordeal to personally but now, she was just here doing what she needed to do as if her life depended upon it. "And you Jarl, still thoughts on their village and the weaknesses that they may have be it attacking or defending?"

[12:25]  Tahlos Darkfold's eye was on the distance. But his brow furrowed and he looked to his right at the girl. "I no tell you to breathe my air, I tell you kneel." Fact was around the fire it was stone...and warm at that as well. Due to the fact this fire was kept burning throughout the winter purposely, day and night. If his words weren't sign enough telling her to give him space his gaze was. Only for his head to tilt to the left side as he replied. "That is correct.." he said. "You do as told..." His cheek twitched then a touch... "No' worry of my thoughts on your old masters." He finally added... In the end he knew they may try to return one day... and would see to it he trained for it. Perhaps they may have a trick or two up their sleeves this time. "You have been pleasing to the free" he would go on to ask her. "No' give you punishment or any of this..." His brow rose and he looked to her briefly.

[12:29]  Melanie Cvercko inched back almost immediatly as she wasn't really trying to be all upon on him but the fact being he had the snow packed down in the area that he was resting. Without to much acknowledgement to the whole statement of his air she continued on with answering whatever it was that he wanted to find out. This Jarl was one that seemed hard to read and normally that would intrigue Mel but this one it just sorta bothered her. "I have been pleasing I suppose Jarl, I haven't been fed to the sleen. Nor have I been punished" Thoughts went towards the collar that fell off her neck the day prior, Ivar's seemed to lack many things and locking a collar was one of them. The task given for her to go to the smithy wasn't done right away and only she knew this and possibly the Mistress but the feel of being without a piece of steel against her skin was pretty comfortable. "I've been doing as asked and stuff Jarl."

[12:34]  Tahlos Darkfold's brow rose as he listened... then his eye narrowed. "And ..... stuff?" He fell silent watching her then. Perhaps not enough attention had been paid to this one by the others... "Do no' suppose, know so and continue." What she had said in the end was correct. For many had ended up as the meal for sleen amongst the Alar. Even the free... His right hand lowered to his side and he leaned his weight onto it, left hand raising to point at her leg... "You have no brand." His hand moved back to it's place as his eye suspiciously rose across her being... "This will be remedied soon." he said looking off ahead... As if he were to fall silent. But truth was he had asked her these questions to reach a finaly point. "Remove scarf, show me you' enslavement." His head shifted left then, and he kept his eye on the girl as he'd looked right.

[12:41]  Melanie Cvercko had been sitting all comfortably not really in any sort of confused state or even nervousness until he mentioned the brand. The plan of action as she had spoke to It earlier about was for her to lay low and gradually fade from the surroundings. The fact that she was without collar and brand would have made it even easier for her stories to be believed. Fingertips now clenched tightly together even as her gaze darted to his form "I don't need a brand Jarl ya know it would be a waste of the Alar iron on an Ivar's Bond." The small bit of conversation where she was trying to convince him otherwise just about sank to the coldness of the snow as she heard him ask about the scarf. "Its cold Jarl all thats there is .."

[12:46]  Tahlos Darkfold had listened to her... he made no move to look her way. The view ahead was much more interesting for him in this moment in time. But her words did perk something inside of him.... she would soon find out what it was too. "Do my ears deceive me..." he would ask. "A slave girl, telling a free man what is and what is no' needed." His brow rose as he contemplated this... But suddenly, from his cool relaxed seat he stood with a flash. Legs tucked below him to press him to his fool height, almost as if he'd jumped to his feet... eye shifted down to the girl there... His finger pointed to the ground before him. "At my boot..." He said now... "Collar!" Was then snapped at her, not anger...but annoyance that a slave would dare speak against his commands. The 'collar' command spoken to see her level of training. A common one, amongst the people of Gor.

[12:51]  Melanie Cvercko could feel her stomach tense almost as if she couldn't even breathe with the feeling of not knowing how he would react to such statement. The tone of her cheeks would change even as she sat still putting on the fact that she wasn't at all bothered by the Jarls prescence when really it put a fear within her. "Yes,Jarl." she stated and moved closer to him just in the spot she was earlier before having been in his breathing room. The dusty blues of her gaze then instantly darted to the sky which would allow her chin to lift and show access to the slenderness of her neck. The markings of the rough steel would be still evident upon her flesh but..absent was the steel. Nothing was stated or expressed as nothing really was needed, he gave a command she had to listen.

[12:56]  Tahlos Darkfold watched as she obeyed the command. His arms hanging casually at his sides as the winds blew over the hillside, causing powdered snow to raise up over it and land on his boots and her right thigh... The setting sun was a picture in itself, and from teh side was the silhouette of a free and a slave. HIs eye would narrow then, as he spied the girl without collar.... His head then jerked to his right... "Go... to Crimson workshop." Meaning the smithy just below them. "Find collars, and bring to me." He would then say...his words spoken slowly. As if he wouldn't hesitate to take action should she speak up once again. "Harta!" He then excalaimed.

[13:01]  Melanie Cvercko had such a fear of what he might do once he seen the bareness of her neck, she assumed it wouldn't be a big deal but if the Mistress had seen surely it would have been a tad more tense. The coldness of her surroundings was normal but with the gust of wind here and there allowing the brushing of snow to linger against her skin, it wasn't. The instant chills that ran up her spine were enough to cause her teeth to chatter and probably not because of the cold but more of the vulnerability she held at the present moment. "Yes,Jarl." she stated and placed her fingertips upon the coldness of the ground enough to hop up as if nothing bothered her. Reluctant steps down to the smithy were taken and yes she would walk in a semi fast manner but finding collars would take her some time ...maybe he would get side tracked or maybe another slave would wander past..that was her plan.

[13:04]  Tahlos Darkfold moved around the other side and down the slope. Sliding some but sure to be silent enough not to be heard over the winds.... He would then make his way across the stone cliff edge and brush the canvas aside. An eye already on the girl right away, watching to see if she did as he had told her. Her paces were slow, and this showed a sign of laziness in his mind. Only the look on his fce though was a sign of being displeased with the girl... as he stood there in the entrance...

[13:08]  Melanie Cvercko had been taking her time..it was obvious but with the snap of the steel it would of course be a step back in her plans or little dream she had made up. The sound of the breeze darting here and there within the small enclosure was the only thing that seemed to keep her mind off of the pounding of her heart. Pulling one, two, and a third collar all different widths and colors of steel from the shelf as she knew she must cause of course when she needed distractions there were none. All the days within the Laager so many running about allowing her to linger within the shadows as she enjoyed but not today..not today when she woke near the one Jarl that did question her..that did cause her to fumble over her own words. Looking up towards him she just choked realizing he actually was standing RIGHT there. "Jarl, umm here ..is the collars."

[13:11]  Tahlos Darkfold watched with a distant eye.... He looked the collars over then... and his eye narrowed as he shifted his gaze to the right. Where the shelf was... He'd walked past her, and reached up to a collar he found suiting. As if the ones she picked up weren't even shown to him...and turned. "Come closer..." he said....holding the collar up from the disatnce they stood as if already trying to measure. If he had both eyes, one would be squinted right now.... He unlocked it and took the key into his hand.....

[13:17]  Melanie Cvercko just sorta held the collars in the air as if she were invisible, the fact that she just looked over each that was in the same spot that he now moved made her want to speak out and even question his thought process. Stepping ever so slow towards him as she tried to peek at the collar that was within his hand, she was more curious as to why that one seemed to suit his needs better then the ones she picked out. Sliding the others upon the counter as she allowed one long deep breath to fill her lungs "Yes, Jarl" she stated and slowly exhaled knowing that he was going to slide the collar about her neck ...she wouldn't have any say in it.

[13:29]  Tahlos Darkfold watched as she approached, then removed the collars in her hand and placed them back on the shelf. The one he'd reached exact to one of those she'd chosen. Yet eprhaps she didnt see it due to her height... The reason being, he wanted to make sure she didn't hid eany extra key while down here.... He would grab her hair, then pull her to the ground at his feet... "Your tone is no' pleasing." His teeth began to grit behind his lips... "Place you' lips to my boot and beg Alar keep you, thank me for allowing you to be in my presence, in all presence of free." He paused...his head tilting to the side as he'd released his grip off her hair. "No' have time for waste with idle girl', prove your worth!" He then demanded of her...

[13:37]  Melanie Cvercko bit into her lip now hard she wasn't sure what he was up to and the fact that she was just captured and allowed to roam the Laager she surely thought that was what she was to do. Keep up with said chores and task ..let the others sort of fill in the gaps so with his tone she did realize that maybe her floating wasn't going to be accepted any longer. Gliding down to the worn boards where she would extend her slender arms to press on both sides of his boot, the smoothness of her cheek layed down upon the rough cold leather. "Jarl, please I beg to be allowed to stay within the Laager and to be able to be of service to those within." Truth being told she had never had to beg for anything really, everything was sorta just put upon her and as she was a laid back sorta person she didn't question it. Right this minute though she actually had to beg to remain a slave, to be allowed to serve the ones that lived upon the lands..that made her feel pretty uncomfortable and maybe for the first time she truly felt who  she was and what she was even if it were a tiny taste it was..the first. With that passing through her mind her lips were then placed against the upper toe...the part that wouldn't be as dirty as the rest hopefully. "...thank you Jarl for allowing me to be near and for finding me worthy of the attentions you have given."

[13:47]  Tahlos Darkfold's arms were hanging at his side, the collar gripped between his fingers. His teeth still gritting beneath his lips, if any stood near they would see it by the movement of his jaw in along his cheeks. His breathing had come to an even pace, chest heaving in and out as he had made it a habit to breathe properly. Through to the stomach, then the lungs. Often said to even generate a force within if one was gifted and disciplined enough. "Hm." Was all that was heard at first, amongst the winds and noises of light things that hung. "Realize food for sleen, no' always easy to find. Nor is difficult to fetch nice fee on sale' block, ah?" He stated... but his tone was calmer now. Words spoken slowly though of course, to let her know his mood hadn't changed much. But after the silence had come for a few brief moments "Position of female submission." Was suddenly heard. "Assume it!" His head tilted to the other side then as he gave her the order...

[13:56]  Melanie Cvercko quickly rubbed her forearm over her lips just to make sure there wasn't any sort of dirt lingering upon the fullness from his boots, a girl could never be to sure. Usually by this time she normally had a good feel for the Jarl that stood above her, but with him everything was still the same as he held that mystery,that sort of thing that made confusion within her which turned to complete fear. The blues of her gaze darted to his one eye and then down upon his chest where finally she extended her arms above her head crossing her wrist which would turn her gaze once more to the boards. Nothing was said, nothing was asked to be said..so she remained silent but boy were the words running urgently through her mind. Remembering the first time she was told to find this position she was just a young girl brought to this planet and told how and what to do by another slave. Things had changed...and now she just waited which seemed to be the life of a slave..

[14:02]  Tahlos Darkfold watched as she did all this, no movement from him. Not even when their eye's met... He waited until she'd found the position he expected of her... Then she'd feel the sudden jerk of her head once more as it was pulled for her to look upward, this time finding his one eye much closer... His lips parted, but let a moment or two pass before he spoke. "I tell you, remove scarf long time ago. You no do this." He said the hand jerking at her head... "I tell you kiss boot, no' wipe lips." he'd seen her arm and albow action, enough to understand. "And I no' tell you to look at me. Yet you do this..." In his mind counting the errors shed made since she was in his vicinity... "I no' think you want life..." His head tilted to the side as his words were spoken with a contradicting calm. "For any girl who want life, know no' to waste the time of free, as you have." His hand then jerked her to the boards once again. "Repeat commands given to you!" He then exclaimed, rather powerful in his speech.

[14:11]  Melanie Cvercko felt his grasp upon her head, the quickness causing her to gasp as she wasn't expecting such to happen. Every sensation within her body became a mere feather as the fact she had displeased him became some bosk of a weight upon her shoulders. A slight quiver would be seen upon her bottom lip as she heard the threat of having her life ended which was so far from a want within her she had to fight hard not to scream out in the middle of his words. "Jarl ..please." she whispered only to feel her head yet again pulled but this time...the tone of his voice was one she wasn't going to mess with. "I was to remove my scarf and kiss your boot Jarl." The fact that she wasn't given the one to look up at him caused her obviously not to repeat such. "Please Jarl..I didn't mean to displease you..."

[14:15]  Tahlos Darkfold had been standing there, his patience had slowly been growing thin. But this didn't transcend to his outer appearance. he'd stood there, still, as if he had all the time in the world. His breathing still even, head lowered just enough to look down to his feet, and at the girl that lay there before him. It seemed she needed a lesson or two in some things, or was it perhaps just a means of seeking attention. He wasn't sure, but one thing he was sure of that this beast needed reminding of her place amongst the free. Those who had chosen, to give her life. Instead of a gloomy end. His hand suddenly found it's way across her cheek, it would send her back surely. As it was obvious he wanted nothing of her but obedience, not words... "Your scarf was told removed above. When the command to show Collar given. Do not speak when given orders..." His eye was wide and his words had come out at an even louder tone now. His patience running... "Repeat commands given, before I make final decision and feed you to sleen."
 His eye didn't narrow a bit this time... He would now rip a piece of cloth from a rag he found on the bench and prepare it for something by sticking it in his belt. He pointed to the ground in silence then, right before his boot. As if her life depended on it...

[14:28]  Melanie Cvercko could feel her chest beginning a dance of its own, the fact that she was so fricken scared probably was seen within her stance. The words that were expressed from her a fumble as he obviously could tell as the landing upon her cheek sent her back upon boards of the makeshift smithy. While attempting to find her position she never once peeked up towards him as she did learn her lesson occasionally. With a careful fall to the boards she wrapped her arms about his boot once more, the form of her body was perfect as she did know that her life depended on such. A long lingering kiss,even as she tried to hide the emotion that was upon the brink of release, was pressed this time upon the toe not caring what would be lingering. The naive nature she held would express the lack of serious training and the fact that the collar didn't sit comfortably even by words upon her. Things were being learned and even the fact that she was learnign more about herself daily could be seen by the right kind of Man. Nothing was s

[14:30]  Tahlos Darkfold had run out of patience, this girl would truly have to work if she would him to look upon her in favour. His fingers clenched the collar as his thumb caressed the outer side, feeling it's curve almost as he did. Then he spoke with a calm tone, deep, as usual. "Assume position." His chin lowering to look her over now, again. To wait and see if she would obey this time.... He wondered if this time the words he spoke stuck in her mind, instead of going one way or another causing confusion. After all she was a beast, and beasts needed to begin with simple tasks... when learning.
[14:31]  Tahlos Darkfold: want*

[14:32]  Melanie Cvercko quickly raised up to a kneel where her arms were extended and wrist crossed. The gaze that she had once lifted didn't trail but to the boards she may have been one to push but she knew her limits at times. Really all she could think of was once this thing was locked how fast she could find somewhere to get out of the way ..even if it were for a tiny bit.

[14:41]  Tahlos Darkfold had reached up with his free hand to his a strap under his shoulder, unclipping it he moved to the other shoulder and did the same. Allowing the cloak to fall, and be caught though before it landed... and placed on top of and over the axes just behind him... He adjusted his hood and turned back to looking at Melanie. He then reached to lift her hair, exposing her neck...and the collar was opened fully and placed around it. The click heard as he turned the key in the lock. His eye moving from it to her as he'd squatted down to do this. Waiting to see her expression....

[14:46]  Melanie Cvercko could feel her heart just about stop beating as the movements of the Jarl were watched, the fact that he moved actually scared her as how much would have to be done to just slap steel on her neck...but as she would see this Jarl did everything thoroughly. As the same hands that landed upon her face lifted the strands of hair that lingered over her neck she closed her eyes now almost expecting to be yanked back or tossed to the side. The feel of the collar now clasped over her skin, the coldness pressed upon the warmth all gave her a shrinking sensation. The long deep breath in would be shown and even the mixture of sadness from again being within the steel but the relief that she was allowed such. So much to learn..so much to understand but at the moment she was greatful and would express so much if she had been allowed to speak.

[14:58]  Tahlos Darkfold watched her for some time, he could see the reality of the situation seemingly sinking in as they both remained there in silence for some time. But he would then stand... his eye never leaving her as he slowly reached full height once again. Almost as if a tree had been growing at a supernaturally rapid pace. Even though his extension upwards, was rather slow. He leaned to his left then, his hand reaching upward towards a few hooks, of which he removed a chain... now pulling it through his hand with the other hand he wound it up... and looked to the beast. "If people ask you name," His head tilted to the side. "You say, Wanuni..." Comical as the word sounded, he was serious as a disease. "Mean lost one. Until you prove for more suiting name..." His hand moved down to clip the chain to the collar, forming a makeshit leash and he stood straight again. Suddenly tugging at the leash towards him he snapped. "Heel!" Pointing to his boot...

[15:07]  Melanie Cvercko had watched his movements and felt as if a weight was taken off her shoulders, the event was done and now she could go..she could go and hide behind the kitchen wagon or cook ..or clean find something to do to keep herself busy and out of the sight of others. Time would show she was wrong at the moment as his hand did reach up and yanked a chain that was held within his grasp, she had no idea what he was going to do with it but the thought was pushed away almost to quickly as she heard his words. The fact she had held her name for so long surprised her and now...she was known as Wanuni ..the lost one. "Yes,Jarl" she stated softly only to feel the chain attached to her collar which caused her to take in the longest breath known to Man. Without a second blink she inched closer to him following his command..she did learn it would seem.

[15:11]  Tahlos Darkfold coiled the chain around his hand several times, much like any man would when cutting slack on a pet's leash. His eye was on her as he reached to his left for his cloak, scooping it up and holding it over his arm now... he would turn and begin to step outside... coming to a halt though when he saw Severus. A nod given to the man.... then one given to Ax finding him coming up the hill

[15:12]  Severus Resident: Inclines his head in return as he returns from some practice, taking a few ihn to catch his breath, his eyes gave the slave a cursory glance.

[15:12]  Jaymie Drammond nods to tahlos as he glances to the girl behind him.. a quick glance, uncaring as he looks back to Tahlos.. "Ho Akicita... Fair winds find you this day?"

[15:13]  Tahlos Darkfold then spoke. "I will post this one." His head inching to indicate the girl behind him. "Let us meet by Chief's wagon." Looking between Ax and Severus... as if asking if they would be ready to ride. "Indeed." he said to Ax, but would see the Chief find them before they did he.... "Ho Chief." He said... a nod given to the man.

[15:14]  Severus Resident: "Aye, he responded then his eyes clocked the Chief, "Ho" he said.

[15:15]  Melanie Cvercko followed the Jarl as it wasn't like she had a choice at the moment, the chain was attached so no matter how much she wished she could escape it wouldn't be happening. The sight of the other two that had obviously been running about as the sweat seemed to glimmer upon their brows. Really not wanting to greet, not wanting to even be seen at the moment she just kinda remained quiet as it was the safe thing to do.

[15:15]  Farida Lionheart had been keeping her own lil arrow scratches clean, and none had bit deep enough to care about from the attack of that fellow. Least not in her opinion, not a good one on that was she? None the less she answered, "I was wondering if you had perchance seen my clothing about somewhere. They vanished from near my furs the first night I had pay use them. There's a dress there in their place...which..if I dared to wear here..would result in far far to much laughter for my liking i'm sure. I'm in a need of a change." Wrinkling her nose as she looked down at her clothing. Then back to Kanda, "Pays fiegned innocence...said perhaps they were being cleaned. I've a feeling she's a hand in it, a well meant if..not so nicely done one."

[15:17]  Jaym Wolfhunter 's head nodded in return...His right hand raised...palm facing inwards..."Ho" He called out to them...His eyes found Severus...He spoke..."Today...the father of the woman you are fond of arrived..." He said...deciding that to use a cowards name, was a fouling of His lips..."He, gave Me the arrow back....telling Me, that He prefered Mens weapons..." He said simply..."I did though, find it odd, since We was laden with a bow..." He mused aloud...His calloused paw dragged over His face...His eyes were bereft of emotion..."Handle this...and with quickness..." He said simply....

[15:17]  Tahlos Darkfold gave another nod, then a tug of the leash. "C'mon..." He snapped almost, in unison with the tug. Moving now without waiting for her to gaiin her balance had she not been ready to walk.

[15:19]  Tahlos Darkfold pulled her within the Lar Torvis, stepping right in the middle. He would then look upwards, towards the level above... the little slack given on the leash was kept. As the rest was wound over his other arm under his cloak. The cloak was set down on the furs to the side and he looked up once more... as if he were measuring something almost....

[15:19]  Kanda Veeper slips the shirt back down, tucks it in and gets to spinning her giant bit of fabric back into a scarf. The question from Farida was not at all one she had expected "Your ...clothes were taken?" it sounded rather absurd and the first thing she thought to say was "I would be asking the slaves about that, honestly. Pay has coin to get clothes.." she had heard the coin in the womans pouch and knew as much. "I have really all i could need..if you need to borrow something ..you are welcome to." Kanda would not be a happy woman to have her things taken. "Hm.." she shrugs a but then returns a soft smile towards the healer "You are very much appreciated. Feel free to help yourself to some food and drink if you wish it...before you go. Good luck with your mother." then she waves "Tal Akitica"

[15:20]  Melanie Cvercko was so confused at the moment but she kept following his movements refraining from speaking as she wasn't going to get in any more trouble with pointless rambles at least today.

[15:21]  Masika Moonwing: "Thank you, I'm fine, but I might just take you up on that tomorrow. I think I know my way to the ship." she gave a friendly smile to the two that entered, offering a simple "Tal" before adressing everyone in general "I wish you all safe paths" before crunching her way in the soft snow

[15:23]  Tahlos Darkfold then began to swing the chain in circle to his side... with a gentle toss, he watched its end fly upward. And over the log used to keep shape of the tent. THe chain then was caught and pulled down again. This though didn't pull the girl... for he had made sure it was long enough when choosing it. Only to walk around the back of the lifted fur and reach for it again as he made his way up the ladder and squatted down when he reached above...

[15:23]  Farida Lionheart tilted her head a touch as she watched Akicita wander in, with Melanie. Her gaze taking in his look up and all, hmm.."Tal Akicita." Oh aye she'd greet him like him much or no. Her attention shifting back to Kanda, "That was going to be the next check. But i'd hoped you'd seen something. I'll happily borrow something. Anythings better than what is there. Its..a City dress." She wrinkled her nose as she said that. A shake of her head.

[15:27]  Melanie Cvercko just sorta stood there really unsure of what to do, she obviously was now stopped from hiding ...was now stopped from doing a lot of things. Fingertips clenched tightly within her fist even as she turned about attempting to figure out where he had jumped to. "Jarl?" she asked even though she knew that he probably didn't want to hear such.

[15:28]  Kanda Veeper raises he brow a little confused by whe it was the Far rider was up to. Not that what the Men did with the slaves was a bit of her worry. She did rather like this particular slave though. "Um..hm.." she chuckles and looks over to farida "I would not honestly put a thing past the slaves and i have not seen anything that registers at the moment..no." she motions up to the Chieftains wagon "How about once i get Him breakfast in the morning i will bring a few things out. We can see what works.

[15:29]  Tahlos Darkfold greeted the women with more of a grunt than anything else as he wanted this task over and done with. The sun had already set and there were things needed done. He hooked the leash into a small ring, rusted but would still hold and closed the clasp. He placed a lock on it taken from below as well and made sure it was secure by testing with a ifirm grip and his weight. He then looked down to the girl. "FOr now, you' duty is make sure pillows are clean, fluffy, comfortable. Make sure fire outside tent always lit." He pointed to an area below him. Behind some crates under the ladder where dry firewood was kept... "And you help girls serve when they bringing drink or food from wagon for the free." He said. "If the chain, get in way of anybody, is problem and punishment for you." he paused and slowly stood fully now... "WHen you prove you' worth," he repeated again as he did below. "Maybe you situation change, and name change, as you maybe know your place finally." He then looked at her, dark it was if one loo
ked up. His figure would be difficult to make out compared to theirs...and he remained there an instant until he slipped left and made his way down the ladder...

[15:32]  Farida Lionheart nods, "It is greatly appreciated Kanda, while..I admit the color is quite..nice. It would be worthless here for any real use." A shake of her head given, Pay had perhaps meant it as a gift, or something. But Fari and city things did not mix well. Oil and water, though she'd been tempted briefly to try it on she'd resisted the urge. "If they are being cleaned, hopefully they just somehow...ended up at the bottom of the pile and will find their way back soon to me." Canting her head as she listened to Akicita, understanding dawking as to what he was Doing, interesting that. A soft hrm escaping as she considered a few things and then grinned.

[15:32]  Melanie Cvercko watched him finally but didn't allow him to see that her gaze did linger upon what he was doing, the truth being she expected something odd like this from him because he was unreadable. No matter where she was usually she was able to figure men out..even woman but him it was almost impossible. "Yes,Jarl" she stated and just sank to the furs before her. Collared and chained..what a day it turned out to be.

[15:33]  Kanda Veeper turns up towards the Far Rider and was a little bit surprised that of all the slaves in the Laager she was hearing this one receive this lecture and punishment. Clearly something must have gone on that she was not aware of. At least she had gotten chained up somewhere too. "Probably a few that could stand with being chained in this place." some of the slaves she had almost forgotten their names entirely. The smile remains curled high upon her lips as she speaks to Farida then. "Totally understand. I have some rather warm things as well. Maybe Eve grabbed them up to sew even ? She has been rather couped up..might give her something to do. "

[15:35]  Farida Lionheart nodded after a moment, "Perhaps, though if she's that bored she can tend this one. I haven't been able to change since that..thing tried to drag you off. I really, am wanting a change." Her nose wrinkling, bathing then putting on the same dirty dress just did not set well with her to be honest. And so many days in a row....

[15:36]  Tahlos Darkfold let his eye linger on the women now, from free to enslaved. Looking around making sure the chain was long enough. nuni could sleep above, or below. Long as she was out the way it didn't matter... What did was she could reach all that she may be needed for in this state... He would turn and dissapear out of sight. Returning to the Outriders as they discussed their next moves.... His cloak having been picked up too as he walked over to do so before leaving...

Akicita thinks he saw something

[19:24]  Tahlos Darkfold's eye narrowed, as he thought he spotted movement in the darkness. Silent on his perch...

[19:25]  Tempeste Braveheart kept her eyes lit before her on the path, making sure she hit the right way into the caves. She'd learned a fair amount that day of the land, having used the maze of caves to escape to freedom

[19:26]  Tahlos Darkfold would soon shake his head and clear his mind. Perhaps the constant battles of late had clouded it, allowing himself to mistake common game as a human threat.

[19:29]  Tempeste Braveheart clutched at the small furs she'd found on the ground near her cave earlier, probably dropped by some poor soul who'd been attacked while she and her sister had watched. She patted her items and then turned back towards the falls, deciding that she might find a few more fallen items if she were lucky. Flame stayed close to the shadow though, having seen many scouts earlier coming and going along the paths
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[19:33]  Tahlos Darkfold had then come to a crouch on the broken log. High he was, able to see over the tops of the trees that had grown right below his position. His clothing the colors of the land, it would be difficult to spot him right off without a keenly trained eye. He was one to check the paths on a regular basis, perhaps it was his repressed fear of the Kurii finding him before he did them. Perhaps a mere scout doing his duty to counter enemy scouts throughout the lands surrounding the Laager. The past days had proven interesting, as there was sign of movement nearby. Still unable to come to a conclusion on the matter...

[19:36]  Tempeste Braveheart shouts: slipped with a subtle movement along the path, the woman who had once been a well bred Lady or so she had thought, had the bearings of a wild woman, it was a relief to her she had taken so easily to the life of the woods, though this place was unwelcomingly cold. Her amber eyes drifted about the path and she kept her ears perked to catch any strange sounds she might encounter, but it was at that moment her eyes lit on the cave she'd seen earlier. Quietly and sure of foot she headed into the beckoning darkness, making sure to stay close to the inner walls

[19:40]  Tahlos Darkfold remained on his perch. His eye scanning as it seemed the sun was on it's way up... easier to see. Although he had a well trained eye for moving around at night. It was enough to set him...... somewhat at ease. Not seeing anything out of the ordinary from his position. he would soon retire to his wagon though, morning had come and soon his duties would take him to far off lands. Rest was in order... His eye would follow the swoop of a bird as it descended on what may have been it's helpless prey in the distance. He took this as a sign, those who inhabited the lands being the bird of prey. Those coming with violence on the mind, the prey.

[19:44]  Tempeste Braveheart looked into the cave, her bow moved to her back before she reached for her dagger, unsheathing the blade with a soft sound. Her dark hand clutched at the wall as her eyes narrowed to scout the entrance. Flame began to back up silently, her booted feet making hardly a noise, it was too dark and only a fool would slink blindly into the large cavern. She instead let her tired and wary body slide down to rest on the harsh cool ground for a few minutes before she'd move back towards her caves, the morning would be spent catching some much needed sleep, but for now she closed her eyes a moment, her nostrils flaring to take in the scent of her new surroundings, learning them with every bit of her hearing, sense of smell and sight.

Captives find out of Ivar

[03:11]  Conall DeCuir lifted his eyes towards the unknown man and eyed him with distrust ... another one of them.

[03:12]  Tahlos Darkfold rose a brow as he spotted the back of what looked like an armed stranger... His arms crossed and his silent steps, barely audible came to a halt. "Ho... stranger, show face so that I may recognise you......" He then stated...Truly he'd been returning to the cages to check on the captives, see if perhaps a trade deal had been struck in his sleep... but was halted before hand.
[03:12]  Waikato Kling: i am not here to fight, Lady. I am Waikato of the Kassar. may i come down?

[03:13]  Conall DeCuir strained his numb musceles and continued to open and close his fist while trying warily to listen.

[03:14]  Farida Lionheart raised a brow though her hand remained where it was. Catching the sounds of a voice she knew well nearby, "You are not of any Kassar I have met. But I would suggest you turn and answer the one speaking to you." Her gaze raking over him, a soft snort escaping her.

[03:14]  Angelus Morgath dropped his head once more, the uncertainty was what took the most energy. He coughed and spat up some blood...

[03:14]  Waikato Kling: Tal Sir, I am merely visiting. would you like my bow?

[03:16]  Waikato Kling: not waiting for an answer he removed the bow and threw it on the ground toward the man.

[03:17]  Tahlos Darkfold had no clue if there wasanyone on the other side of the makeshift porch. But hearing Waikato speak... He realised there were people in front of him. A lady, surely of the Alar and captives as well. For there would be no other reason for a free woman to be in this part of the Laager unless passing through if there were no prisoners. His brow did raise then as the man turned and quickly offered up one of his weapons. Tahlos was tired, still waking and had no interest for conflict at this time of day. Usually those that did found their faces flat in the dirt, as his patience was at an all time thin and needed to be recharged slowly. This came with the waking up part of life..... He thought on it, knowing surely would prefer to take the man's bow in this moment in time. But it wasn't Alar way, nor was he originally of the Alar. He'd respected their ways, part of living amongst them...and shook his head with a no. "If you keep word, and truly only here for visit..." He paused and looked him over again. "Then
[03:17]  Tahlos Darkfold: there is no need, to hand over bow....." But he shrugged as he saw the man's way. Almost finding it strange now that he'd offered it up so quick. But alright. "Suit self..." He replied... seeing the man was also somewhat impatient.

[03:21]  Angelus Morgath tried to look up and get a sense of what was going on, he did hear voices

[03:22]  Waikato Kling grinned at the stranger, feeling a bit more at ease. "my mammy always said i was impatient Sir, it may be true. To be honest i derive great pleasure in discovering new lands and people, although it does leave me in danger sometimes. And i would tell you now i did climb over your gate as no one seemed to hear me"

[03:23]  Conall DeCuir groaned as he was close to fall unconcious again. Looking down at his body he saw he was heavily cutted by blade at his side .. hadn't noticed it so really before as the freezing cold had made his body numb but now, with the fire around him his body woke up and with it some pain aroused.

[03:23]  Farida Lionheart canted her head a touch as she listened to what was going on and being said. Watching the fellow and snorting a touch, to used to the Alar and their ways already she was unimpressed with this fellow. Her hand leaving her dagger, looking to the two behind her locked away securely. Flashing them both a smile for having actually gone quiet as she had wanted. And then she yawned once again, moving away from the cages. "You two will stay warm a while yet...If no slave has seen to food or water for you two when I wake I will make sure it is done." The fellow may claim Kassar but it meant little to her as tired as she was, pausing as she came to where she could see Akacita, "The captives are warm, but need food and water. I've a need for rest or I would tend to it. They also both have need of a healer, or at least bandages."

[03:25]  Angelus Morgath watched the woman with interest, she wore a nosering, like the bosk did in his lands. AH his lands - he sighed - his mind wandered north, he had so much to prepare for winter, lives were depending on him. he was a shipbuilder and he had to repair serpents for the winter. also had these people travelled many passangs to rob their small village of their supplies, their foods, he did not understand as it was little in the first place. He thought of those who were left behind, exposed to the kurrii who had been seen raoming the fjords recently. Exposed to all kinds of threats the northern women could not withstand without aid of the large men of torvaldsland. "How did this all happen" he muttered to the gods. He started to pray for the safety of his kins.

[03:27]  Tahlos Darkfold looked him over, a brow raising as it seemed the man read his mind! How could he know he saw impatience in his actions. But oh well, perhaps a skill he was yet to learn as a warrior. "At least you' honest..." He said about scaling the gate... "What bring you to this land, where you' coming from. How long you plan stay..." His questions were quite direct. But again, he was a grumpy man when waking... His eye drifted then, to Farida... the one he brutally defeated in the war's of snow. The one he could only hope would yield at his victory and not come looking for vengeance. He would give her a nod and speak "Ho...Kassar woman.... I will see to it..." He said to her then in reply of food and bandaging. Ahh, life. Always some thing needed to be done that one would much rather not deal with. "You have been with them long...." He asked her lastly... one boot slipping to the right some in the snow as he changed posture....

[03:30]  Conall DeCuir was much to ill-tempered as to ask himself many questions about how and what and gave the one he could see standing above the wall a glare. He muttered something about odins frenzy and that they should have all waited for it and he hoped to have a chance to do it better next time ... banging his backhead angrily against the bars he hoped also that the bleeding would stop and tried not to move anymore.

[03:32]  Farida Lionheart tilted her head a moment, hearing his greeting to her. Always did make the days interesting to be reminded of things. None the less, "I am Farida." Her gaze on Akicita as it was he she was giving her name to. His cloak suddenly remembered, studies and captives keeping her from doing anything with it. For now when it came to the war he was safe from her vengance. The long day and night held her stronly right now in a tight grip of the need for sleep. "A few hours now, I brought firepots to warm them. But with warmth the blood flows faster, and so while I keep them from loosing fingers or limbs to frostbite..I bring them issues I had not thought of with the open wounds." She was, rambling a touch, her tongue not kept in neat care as it had been mostly as of late while she was so close to falling asleep on her feet where she stood.

[03:34]  Angelus Morgath was worried, worried about his brethren and sisters. He regarded his kinsman, he was bleedin and needed aid. He himself coughed up more blood. He examined his cage. A cage like he 'd seen used for displaying slaves. He put his boots against the bars in front of him while leaning heavilly with his back against the bars behind him. He strained himself trying to stretch, trying to see if something would budge inside the cage. After all it was wood and they were large men, heavy men. The wood cracked loudly and he quickly seized with his attemps.

[03:36]  Waikato Kling looked at the man, wondering why he might be so grumpy toward an honest traveller, but inwardly shrugged his shoulders thinking the man must have his own problems. there was much more snow here than round his own wagons and perhaps the man had supply problems for his family and stock. "I will leave now if i am not welcome. I am merely out to enjoy the strange habits of other people. Not all are happy with strangers, iI understand that. He looked down at the bow lying in the snow and wondered if he could pick it up again. a bow is much better than a sword he thought, but decided to wait a bit.

[03:39]  Tahlos Darkfold then hearing Farida he said. "I know you' name..." To her... his eye shifted back to Waikato for a very brief moment he looked back to her. His eye suddenly widening as he too remembered the cloak... Having caused a small fit in his wagon. "I wasted over one." His hand rose to point up, a one being shown. "One Ahn try for try and make fit other cloak..." His cheek twitched and head shifted to the side some. "But you no thought to mend it while overseeing captives, did you." He asked her... then would look to Waikato once again. "You must excuse lack of hospitality, of late many battles. As you seen, we have captives also..." A hand would raise to gesture towards the cages.. "And one day." he chuckled. "I show you perhaps how steel is often, not always, but often, more effective than bow." he said, as he didn't want to let the man out of his sight really. "If you no leave, joine me below." His gorean was heavily accented at times, but he was sure he was understood....He then stepped down then until the ca
[03:39]  Tahlos Darkfold: ptives were in sight... he would give them a short look over before turning to Farida lastly.....as if awaiting a reply of sorts...

[03:42]  Conall DeCuir stood motionless in the cage and watched them all with narrowed eyes.

[03:44]  Farida Lionheart wrinkled her nose at him for a moment, why he didn't use her name as most others did. Ahh well so be it he was how he was, such was life. Raising a brow as she looked at him as he raised his hand and spoke. A cough escaping her as she toed the ground a moment. Watching him as he walked down near and past her. "Actually I had the intent of seeing what I could do after my studies were done. But then the need to keep them warm and prevent frostbite became known..so I tended to that and spoke with them..." Gesturing then to the fellow she did not know, "And then he showed...I will try in the morn.." Giving Akicita a hint of a smile, "My word on it, I will not forget again." Her word meant much to her, and she would hold herself to it as she had with Ax before.
[03:46]  Waikato Kling cursed himself for not taking the opportunity to pick up his bow before coming down. That bow was a family treasure and he new he would never hedar thee end of it if he lost it through carelessness. the man seemed more worried about a cloak now for some reason so he decided to wait, surely there would be another opportunity. " what name is the camp I have come to, Sir"

[03:51]  Tahlos Darkfold was still cross over the temporary loss of his favourite cloak, all thanks to a childish snowball fight he had no intentions of being part of. In fact it was them, who entered an area he was already in. With her words he stepped right up to her...looking her up and down she surely could smell the herbs on his breath. "Cloak was destroyed by you' hand, before Torvie's attack. Study is long process, fix cloak no. In morning you no', try. You will. Fix cloak...." His head then tilted to the side and his eye widened in a manner that allowed him to skip the 'Or else' part of his sentence. Looking her up and down one last time... he wanted his damn cloak back. Then would swirl on a heel and face the traveler and captives. Walking passed Waikato with a calm casual step he answered the man. "You have reached Laager of Alar, is said, they are a noble, and generous people." Repeating what was so often said as it was done so, very often. He only realised it after it had been said. But by now he was under the cages
[03:51]  Tahlos Darkfold: and looking upon the captives assessing the situation at hand without a word. Just a calm eye, overlooking each in turn.

((Waikato left at this point, RL reasons))

[03:52]  Angelus Morgath watched the men before him outside the cages.He wanted to know more then anything what was about to happen to them, what happened the day before when Ivar played Kaissa with what seemed their leader, and why it seemed that Ivar had left the camp with Conalls son as well. He wanted to know what happened to Severus... So many questions. He opened his mouth to speak... then shook his head again many thoughts going through his mind. then his eyes became determined "what is our faith" he spoke with a firm voice before coughing once more. "Where are my other kinsman warrior" His voice grew more angry "Why was i treaded without honour, as a slave by your slaves, grabbing me as if i was a simple Thrall. How could you let that happen, how..." he coaghed heavilly once more spitting up blood before his feet...

[03:56]  Farida Lionheart would fix it, as best she could. He'd be lucky though if it was not a mangled job done. She'd no skill at that sort of thing really, but she held her ground when he approached her. Head tilted up a slight so she could look into his eye. Listening to his words and grumbling a touch, "I will do what I can no more, no less." Hearing Angelus though she growled a moment, "It was not Let to happen, I stopped them if you care to remember." A snort given as she half turned, "I am going to seek the warmth of my furs and the solace of sleep. I will do what I can to tend to the cloak, and do a decent job...and to see to the welfare of the captives if anything is left undone at that time." Glancing back at Akicita, "You can look forward to me finding you with cloak..and quite possibly something else." Oh yes that was threat of snow, as likely he could easily enough guess. Poor Akicita had earned his place in a war he wanted nothing to do with, and that she was all to happy to carry on with!

[04:01]  Angelus Morgath nodded at the woman, as she indeed had understood the situation and what the slaves had done. He had adressed the man though this time, the man who seemed skilled in the arts of combat reading from his words, his posture, how he held himself. He didn't hold the woman responsible, he was thankfull in a strange way for her care, for her intervention with the slaves. However, the men had walked past him after he had been bound in the snow for what seemed ages. As they walked passed them without captives they were the ones that had ordered the slaves to do a mans job, to handle the warriors that fell under their swords. He felt greatly disrespected and grinded his teeth once more just thinking about the dishonour...

[04:01]  Tahlos Darkfold's hands slowly crossed over his chest as a long breath of air was released. He regarded Angelus with a keen eye now, listening to his words. He would answer in a calm tone, spoken slowly. "You' fate is no' for me decide." He stated figuring better to speak truth right from the start. He would then look the man over before continuing. Yet Farida's words had distracted him and he turned to look her over. No words spoken, just a narrowed eye on her. He knew that if she didn't understand his first message, she would surely understand his second. If she were to continue provoking him, she would learn what it meant to play games with one such as him. Perhaps even finding herself beside the two men behind him. But he would only allow his gaze to carry this message, if she could not read it. Then too bad for her.... He would look her up and down one last time, much like he did to the captives and turn to face Angelus once more so that he may continue. It also did seem Farida stopped the slaves... "If free was he
[04:01]  Tahlos Darkfold: re, slaves no do such. Surely." he said... Then words were spoken again but towards Farida. "Which slaves did you find here, Kassar woman." He said... But it seemed she was already walking off and he would find out later.... He looked to the man then... and inhaled once more as he prepared to speak again.

[04:02]  Farida Lionheart caught the question, but decided to continue on for now. Bed called and screamed at her, she'd deal with that once she brought his cloak to him.

[04:07]  Tahlos Darkfold then continued to say to Angelus. "You'...leader. Big man. Made many attempts at finding deal for you' release. But prove his....ego. Was too big for any fair trade. He even try trickery...." Tahlos chuckled... "Last I heard...." Then pointed to the cliff behind him. "He ruun off like child and slip off cliff" He'd say now turning back to both men with a chuckle... Then pointed to the cage on his right. "Young warrior on other hand, was given second chance. Released to go home... too young for this." He chuckled once more and avoided telling them that the kid had almost lost his head as well. Ax deciding to put a fright in him and turn the Axe mid air, landing on the stone beside the kid's head. Instead of actually taking it off... "Must admit, quite brave for so young..." He added of Thorgard with the memory of the scene before Tahlos himself had found rest.

[04:09]  Conall DeCuir did a sigh of relief when he heard that his son was released and not brought elsewhere and the man's words made him proud about his blood. Though, what he told about Ivar let him make a growl

[04:13]  Angelus Morgath casted his eyes downwards. So Ivar had run off, the man who had led them to this forsaken place had left them here. He prayed that he would return for them but he felt little hope as he heard the warrior speak. He regarded Conall, he didn't want to believe what was spoken about Ivar, then again they had spoken well about Conalls son, and with that honoured his father. He nodded and threw him a painfull smile as he grabbed his stomach while his chuckle turned into coughing...

[04:16]  Conall DeCuir turned his head by Ingmar's cough .. that didnt sounded well at all and he curled his lips in a frown. Having himself a few cuts it was only the one flesh wound which really hurted. He leaned against the bares, trying to stay calm and not to move ... if that was true what the man told about Ivar he would never be seen again, but he refused to believe it.

[04:16]  Tahlos Darkfold's arms had folded over his chest once more. His breathing was calm, and even as he stood there. Legs and feet evenly spread right below his shoulders. A passive combat stance he'd learned long ago, becoming habit now. To always be square with your opponent, a line must be imagined going right down their center from the top of the head. This was always the focal point in combat... allowing to turn a defenssive move into... an offensive. "I no' sure if he even survived drop." Tahlos had added of Ivar... Eventually though, he'd stepped towards Conall's cage. Angelus shirt held blood on it, so did his chin. It seemed his injury was an interior one... His eye scanned Conall better and found the wound as well... "Hm.." He said... obvious he was already thinking of what to do, true they were Alar captives, but there was no intention for them to die. His eye finally rose, and he regarded Conall for some time in silence. Then stepped back before he spoke. "You no have eaten..." He somewhat asked.... "I will see t
[04:16]  Tahlos Darkfold: o this..." He said, but didn't move from his position yet.. He would sense a presence and look around..only to find the Chief had woken as well, giving him a slight nod..."Ho Chief..." He said calmly before turning to look to the two men in captivity again.

[04:19]  Conall DeCuir glanced towards Jaym after shaking his head at Tahlos "we have not eaten nor did we drink" he grimassed when he talked into Jaym's direction.

[04:21]  Jaym Wolfhunter had strode from His wagon...the crunch of snow carried Him down to where the remnants of the day priors actions remained..a calloused hand scratched at the side of His face afore He spoke "Ho Far Rider" He said ...and then a jerk of HIs chin was flashed towards the fellows there...He spoke, having heard the plight of the fellows..."You'll not die...but Id not wish you to suffer unduly either....food and water will be brought in its good time..." He said...He leaned in and spoke calmly to Akicita...words not travelling far..."Did you tell them...of Ivars departure?" He asked...the question did not reach as far as those in the cage...

[04:25]  Tahlos Darkfold had been looking to the captives still. Hearing the Chief... he merely nodded then said. "They ask, I tell. No' with full detail though. I leave this for you to do." Knowing the Chief would know better since Tahlos wasn't even there. Only heard from others....He then spoke up again... "This one," Pointing to Angelus. "Ask what is fate, I still no give reply as i no my place do so in this case." They were not his private captives. they were the Alars...and so a decision of the Chief's to make. His hand found itself slipping under the other as he refolded them over his chest... an eye moving over Conall's wound once again... but he didn't saymuch else, nor move really. Beside the wind blowing his hair or other hanging pieces of leather and so on. Oh, and his breathing...but besides that. He was much like an old statue.

[04:30]  Jaym Wolfhunter nodded to this and He spoke to the fellows there in the cage...His voice bore the weight of hammers on anvils..."You have not been lied to...and in the course of discussion did Ivar turn on His heel and depart...it was without pause that I sent an arrow into His departing back and watched as He fell into the ravine...but know this...He departed of His own decision...and the felllow who was about to loose His head...watched this...Severus is His name...and having watched himself abandoned to His fate by the Man who led Him here...Has asked for rest and shelter...amongst those...who felled Him in battle..." He said in words bereft of emotion...He turned to the Far Rider..."I will fetch a slave to bring food and water...and see about getting this fellow wounds tended afore I lay the weight of judgement upon Him" He said...

[04:32]  Tahlos Darkfold watched with a silent gaze as Jaym's words were spoken. He wanted to see the expressions on their faces, the expression of a man who went into battle headstrong. Fully trusting of their leader, to find that they had also been left behind. By he who brought them. True it was he'd shared the tale. But hearing it from Jaym was a different story. For he was there when the fact occured....

[04:33]  Conall DeCuir didn't responded to what he heard but looked at both Alar's with disbelieve ... what a bad day for the Landfall. He nodded at Jaym "my thanks then Alar" before turning his head to Ingmar ... who had been together with him abandoned by his own Jarl ?

[04:36]  Angelus Morgath regarded Conall and then the two men discussing him and his kin. He kept silent this time as the leader spoke. His heart had sunk as he heard once more the words about their leader Ivar longbeard abandoning his men. He let his head fall on his chest shaking it slowly in disbelief even though he felt the truth in the mens words

[04:37]  Oor Breen pursed her lips at the sight of men. As if drawn by a magnet she sashayed over. Oh her curves were meagre, but gods did she know how to put them to use. She melted to her knees as she got closer and smiled to anyone who cared to look. her gaze settled on Jaym's back for a moment as she corrected her kneel, parting her thighs, arching her back -just- so, and settling that dimpled, happy smile upon her face. she didn't talk though. Where there were four men there was no call for the uninvited voice of a beast.

[04:39]  Tahlos Darkfold watched as the pride for their leader slowly sank away. True it was often the Alar seemed as though they had no reason behind their acts. There was always one, just often never discovered by those facing their wraith. He would hear soft steps and turn then, seeing Oor aproach. Remembering the girl but not having seen her in long... it seemed she'd come just in time....His gaze settling on her briefly to watch her find her posture...then it slowly shifted left, his head soon following as it seemed nothing else was needed from his behalf. Just a watchful eye....

[04:41]  Jaym Wolfhunter turned then and having had the slave fetched He spoke..."You are not without common sense...move with haste to the kitchen wagon, and prepare two bowls of hearty food...suls, broth, bosk..." He said..."Too, bring warmed milk of the verrr in a pitcher...and two cups capable of fitting through the bars..." He said to the girl there...He turned to the Men in the cages...and His eyes calm were upon them..."You have been told of the fall from Honor...and of our actions...the reason for your coming here is known to Me...for with a heavy hand did We smite your village...I cannot begrudge your coming...but You have met Men more seasoned in battle than yourselves...they are the Men of the Alar Laager...there is no shame in your defeat...every force that has come to us, has broken" He said simply and without too much pride, though it was there to be certain..."You will be given time to contemplate these things spoken...and then You will be allowed to depart...without cost or care" He said

[04:43]  Tahlos Darkfold would slowly turn on one heel, give Ax a nod. Then turn back to face the captives....Chuckling a moment as a memory of last nights laughter was brought to mind

[04:44]  Conall DeCuir swallowed at the words Jaym spoke and felt just bad. He didnt felt bad because of the defeat as he honored their skills but .. and by next thought he clinched his fists hard .. he was dishonored by the one who should have been his leader. He just nodded at Jaym as he didnt knew what he should say anymore.

[04:45]  Angelus Morgath looked up, he felt slightly puzzled but his eyes did not betray his confusion. He nodded instead. "you seem a man of honour. And in honouring us and our motives to come here you honour yourself. Therefore, my name is Ingmar, son of Tyren. You indeed were victorious in combat and you made some things right today. This will be remembered."

[04:47]  Oor Breen: Only the briefest moment passed as oor was told she was not without common sense. it was quite the relief, really. "'course, Master!" she chirped up, in that thick barbarian drawl as she got to her feet. She listened to the order until he turned back to the caged men, and moved away immediately. Her hips swayed from side to side as she moved, her blonde plait swaying as she went. It wasn't usual, for the slut to have her hair briaded and tied, but she really wasn't fond of the new hue that had been given her. She moved into the kitchen and worked quickly. A few clatters and bangs later and she was heading back across the snow toward the gathering of men. the former paga-sluts gait never faltered from that serpentine swagger, even as she kept her eyes ahead and stopped beside jaym. "I made the stew bowls small as well, master." she said, and nodded to the cages "So they'd fit through the bars, ya know? I filled 'em up to the top though. Want me to push them in?"

[04:47]  Tahlos Darkfold also found that some motives, were discovered in the strangest ways. Perhaps had the Alar not plundered the Torvie's, they would have not discovered their leader's true ways.... Strange turns life did take, the more a reason to enjoy it. Even in failure and defeat if done so with honor...

[04:47]  Angelus Morgath coughed again after straining himself to speak those words.

[04:49]  Tahlos Darkfold had looked right then... spotting something, quite out of place and blinked before strolling over. "I be right back." he would say simply..sure he had seen movement...

[04:50]  Tahlos Darkfold came to a halt near the edge of the rocks...his eye scanning the lands before him. He could have sworn he'd seen something. The second time now this happening, as it did last night as well. "Hm." He didn't trust it, and so remained stood where he was. Gaze fixated on the small field before him...

[04:53]  Tahlos Darkfold blinked again. "You! Halt.!" He pointed and ran after what he saw

[04:53]  Malinda Short quickly tied her rope to the pillar as she had before and climbed her way down to the lower level

[04:53]  Tahlos Darkfold reaches for his bow.

[04:54]  Tahlos Darkfold pulled an arrow and placed it, taking aim below. "Show yourself..:"

[04:54]  Malinda Short hide amongst the rocks.. looked upward to the commanding voice above her.. ' only if you don't shoot me"

[04:54]  Tahlos Darkfold looked to Ax, "Can you see her from there." He asked

[04:56]  Jaymie Drammond nods and calls over to tahlos stating.. "Aya, I can see her plainly from here... Seemingly a tree slut... Or a armed slave... For her healths sake... Let her hope he is not a armed slave.."

[04:56]  Tahlos Darkfold gave the man a nod...then moved to the pillar....

[04:57]  Tahlos Darkfold slings his bow over his shoulder.

[04:57]  Jaymie Drammond laughs... "Well... I Could see her a moment ago.. Shes now hidden like a scared Leem... Skiddish tree slut..."

[04:57]  Malinda Short could hear the men discussing her and it made her uneasy.. she scammered along the wall as far back as she could go.. judging the distance of the next platform. she had needed a grapple to climb up it but she was fairly sure it would be an easy drop down.. the question was could she find her way back out the winding paths quicky enough. she didnt know these lands but they did.. ' so we are agreed.. no shooting the cute one right"

[04:58]  Tahlos Darkfold grabbed hold with both hands, then before dropping down he turned his body to face it. Let his feet slip off..and landed on the stone below him with a bending of his knees and a soft *thud* He would use one knee to help his fall as it touched the ground when landing. Slowly he stood, his chin raising just as slow until he would look to her in a silent gaze. Head tilting to the side..... Having heard her words on his way down he chuckled. "Who say, you are cute..." His eye narrowing "And being cute, no' give reason to enter our home uninvited..."

[05:02]  Malinda Short crouched down like a defensive larl, ready to strike at any moment .. she felt cornered and desperate. " i .. was just exsploring.. hunting. i've not taken anything. or disturbed anything. i dont want any trouble and didnt mean to offend. i just.. these lands are so different and stunning and i was curious as to those who lived within it.. let me pass and i'll not intrude again."

[05:04]  Tahlos Darkfold scratched his head, at the back as he observed her. He couldn't help notice her form, it was well toned. That of a woman who spent much time relying on her own two feet to travel. Surely fetching a fine price at the markets and fare's. But more pressing matters were at hand and he would look to Ax. "I have duties need attending, you got this, aye?" He asked almost teasing, sure the man could handle the girl....

[05:07]  Jaymie Drammond laughs lightly. "Aye. I got this..." then looking to the girl he would think for a moment and ask, "Why would you be curious about those who dwell within the laager? Or were you more curious... About what the people of the Laager owned?"

[05:07]  Jaymie Drammond laughs lightly. "Aye. I got this..." then looking to the girl he would think for a moment and ask, "Why would you be curious about those who dwell within the laager? Or were you more curious... About what the people of the Laager owned?"

[05:07]  Tahlos Darkfold gave the man a nod, a small smirk finding it's way over his lips as he heard his words too. But this wouldn't be seen by them, as he was already turned and on his way out of sight....

How Free Women Fur

[18:57]  Malachi Stormcrow turned to go, in his current state, unable to add any additional comments to the group, his mind in a haze. He helps Eve back to their wagon.

[19:02]  Evela Lannock followed Him, and once inside she let the heavy curtian fall and pressed close reaching to un her fingers through his locks. she smiles at him, "I like your face. I like seeing your face." she murmurs

[19:04]  Malachi Stormcrow smiles his half-grin and kisses her nose. "I am glad it is pleasing to you." He scratches the shaved chin, the feel odd to him. "Have you been warm enough at night? I have have at least one more skin drying for us."

[19:06]  Nisaa Breen follows it "what are we doing here? Stand in line to be furred?"

[19:06]  tamia Darkstone would scamper up the wagon ramp with trouble behind. "shush, trouble, you'll see" Softly she would call out, "Master? Mistress? trouble has come to confess something, may we come in?"

[19:07]  Evela Lannock chuckles and strokes her hand across the fur, "it's lovely. I've been very warm." she pulls slightly away from him and looks to the door and calls, "yes, come." that slightly dangerous tone in her voice sudenly.

[19:07]  Nisaa Breen grabs for It's skirt "Confess, I didnt do nothing, what are you confessing?" her cheeks were flaming red at the thought

[19:07]  Malachi Stormcrow peers behind Eve as they embrace, listening to It's voice and grunting. "Alright then. What's this all about?"

[19:09]  tamia Darkstone chuckled softly, not really aware that they could be interrupting but she didn't mind if they could watch. "thank you Mistress, thank you Master" she would say before she glanced back to trouble with a small smirk. She had no clue what to confess but from the red of trouble's cheeks perhaps she did have something after all to say. She moved inside the tent, making sure trouble followed.
[19:09]  tamia Darkstone: wagon*

[19:10]  Nisaa Breen moved inside and had a look around, she had never been in here before and moving close to the stove she warmed her hands "Why are we here It?" she would hiss at her before greeting "Greetings Master, Greetings Mistress, is there anything It can bring you?"

[19:12]  Evela Lannock narrowed her eyes at trouble and pointed to the ground, then looked to It. "speak." she commanded.

[19:12]  Nisaa Breen looked down on the ground and reached down and brushed some snow off her boots before looking up "Is that better mistress?"

[19:13]  Malachi Stormcrow looked between the two girls and spoke low and commanding. "I would do as she says, slut, unless you want your name to carry a whole new level of meaning." He knew that under her condition of hormonal chaos, she would be more than able to get to the bottom of this situation.

[19:14]  tamia Darkstone blinked, never seeing the Mistress like this and her gaze went back and forth between the Master and Mistress. "did we interrupt ....." Words trailed off as she swallowed the nervous bubble in her throat before she would point to trouble, "trouble...was curious about...." She bit her lower lip and then made up something, total lie but maybe not because she could just be that curious, "she was...curious about the way the free do the fur time if it was different with a slave and well....we were going to peek but we thought it better to ask" She grinned.

[19:17]  Nisaa Breen reached out and pinched tamia's ample bottom hard "That is a LIE" she bellowed, ehr cheeks flaming red not only from the heat of the wagon but now the lies It told "Master, Mistress... I ... she ... I..." trouble was flustered for the first time, she had seen plenty of bosk rutting and she was sure free women were similar, no offense intended, but if they liked sex they would be a slave was her thought

[19:19]  Evela Lannock arched an eyebrow at It's words and ten swung her gaze to trouble as if to seek confirmation, and then at troubles outburst she gave a little cough and raised a hand to hide her smile, "well . . . girls . . . why don't you tell me how slaves do it. and I'll let you know if it's the same." she says imperiously and flicks and amused glance at Mal.

[19:20]  Farida Lionheart heard a voice that told her just where the one's she was seeking was at. And, gods she hoped to cut that conversation short while she's in range of it anyway. Steps cattying her towards the wagon, calling out, "Mal..Eve?..." Blasted...no she did not want to know!

[19:20]  tamia Darkstone would squeal from the pinch and then blush as she stammered, "ermm not like that, we moan more than squeal" but then again some did squeal depending on how big the .....trouser ost was. She would give trouble a look urging her to answer better.

[19:20]  Nisaa Breen tried to shrink into a corner, she was furious at it, her mind was racing trying to think of ways that she would make her pay for blaming her "Mistress, is there anything I could bring you, warm bosk milk perhaps?" she was almost tongue tied to the point where she could nto speak

[19:21]  Malachi Stormcrow chuckled openly, interested in Eve's amused state. Still feeling a bit ill, he was very much interested in a slave's perspective on these things. It would keep his attention from the headache that had been forming. At Trouble's fifth or sixth attempt to get them something--he was losing track--he finally burst out laughing.

[19:25]  Evela Lannock nods solemnly, and leans to call to farida, "Yes, come up." shesteps back to look at the girls, "Moaning huh? I may need a demonstarion of that. go ahead." she says, with a perfectly straight face.

[19:26]  Nisaa Breen shakes her head, her lips tightly sealed, she was not going to speak on such a subject in front of the Mistress, well now mistresses "no, I.. I do not fur, I am white silk" she lied quickly

[19:26]  Farida Lionheart groaned lowly as she heard the conversation continuing. But up the ramp she went and pushed aside the curtain to peek inside..."Are you sure..its Safe for me to be here?..." Her cheeks flushed a touch at the very conversation going on.

[19:26]  tamia Darkstone would shake her head and then points to trouble, "she's the loud one i was told, she can moan for you Mistress....i...." she went pale. "oh Mistress she lies, everyone knows she has been open, the whole camp heard her one time!!" She smiled over to farida, "tal, Mistress...do you moan, maybe in song?"

[19:30]  Evela Lannock raises an eyebrow at troubles words, "Are you now? I'll be sure to suggest to your Masterthat my companion would be able to open you." she said. don't you love pregnancy hormones? "And I did not ask you to fur, mearly to demonstrate said moaning. I turst you can do that with your virginity in tact? yes?" she nods to farida, "Yes safe, it is my wagone too and you are welcome, though it is a mite crowded. the girls were about to teach me something in he arts of . . . . pleasing my companion." she says dryly, and the she snaps her fingers infront of It. "that is talking. not moaning." she looks to mal, do the slaves always talk so much when they fur?"

[19:32]  Nisaa Breen looks back at Mal, her eyes screaming at him to remain silent and begins to open her lips and wail like a bosk in heat, an overly exaggerated sound to ridiculous to even be true before stopping "Mistress, if you sound like that , then the Master will know he is pleasing you" she nods sheepishly

[19:32]  Malachi Stormcrow narrows his eyes at the blatent lie, and caught Trouble by the hair. "You ... will do as the mistress tells you. And the better you do, the less stripes will cross your ass later." His eyes were tossing waves again. He turns to Eve and chuckles, his anger bent only on Trouble for now. "This one IS a bit chatty, isn't she ..."

[19:33]  Farida Lionheart choked on her breath at That question from It. Going rather red beneath that ruddy skintone of hers as she saught words, inhaling and taking a moment to register what Eve was saying. Even so she shot It a look, "I have not yet found need or reason to do so. But I am sure were I to...I'd outdo any of you with ease." She did have one hell of a set of lungs, and then she saught to stop blushing to say the least. Falling silent for the moment, unlike apparently all the others now within this small wagon, she was the only one who Was untouched!

[19:35]  tamia Darkstone would move back, glad the attention was on trouble but with the snapping fingers in front of her well it tried to moan. "i...i heard trouble once...."she would nod really unsure if it was trouble or not but one lie said led to two or three more readily tossed out. She would give farida a smile, "yes, Mistress you have the lungs for it" before she would take the horn from her belt and place the end on her lips. She blew, and the sounds were..."mooooo Oh oh oh MOOOOOOOOhhhh Ugh UGH UGH MOOOO OH MOOOOO OH OH OH" it might have been the bosks to be honest, but well, it could have been a slave. Blushing a bit she lowered the horn and whispered, "it might have been another slave though...."

[19:37]  Nisaa Breen yelps as her hair is grabbed, she was about to wail mre but then it started to bellow and chuff a noise from deep in her lungs, she could feel the laughter start to bubble up despite the pain of his grip on her hair "Mistress, please, is there anythign I can fetch for you?" she looks to the Mistress "Some warmed bosk milk perhaps? It would be good for the baby" she nods slowly despite the grip on her hair

[19:38]  Evela Lannock nodded thoughtfully at the sound from the slave and struggled to keep her face smooth, "that's the noise I need to make? that is the sound you make when you please a man?" she asks. and then she takes in the other sound and when all the noise finally dies sh looksto mal, her expression smooth, "I don't believe I've ever made thanoise, have I?" she asked and then said "in fact , as I recall, the one time you furred me to plant your seed in my womb it was a silent and swift affair was it not? I hardy recall. I might have fallen asleep."

[19:41]  Malachi Stormcrow let his jaw drop, unable to contain the laughter that spilled out from Tamia's immitation of ... what? A bosk? He turned to Eve, a glint of humor still in his teary eyes. "Hmm, yes. Silent as a temple leem, if I recall. But you did your duty for the cause, and for that I am grateful, my dear." He leans in to kiss her chastely on the nose, a sidelong glance at Trouble to see how she was taking this and also to say "No ... bosk milk. Ask again and I'll boil you in the stuff!"

[19:42]  Farida Lionheart raised a hand to cover her eyes as she closed them. The blush growing stronger though she was trying her hardest to fight it. A small sound escaping as she ended up with that flash of site from the other day again. Why..Why. Faint curses passed her lips though barely able to be heard thankfully, she'd learned a few choice ones from the chief yesterday to say the least. She knew the general basics, but had until her stay here, avoided thoughts of that sort of thing for the most part. Unable to get herself to speak yet of what she wished to ask them of. No, just to busy trying to shed herself of thoughts that she didn't want right now.

[19:45]  tamia Darkstone Silence. The free did it silently, and now at this very moment, it mimicked that silence in return. She glanced to trouble again with wide eyes, wondering how they could do it so quietly and very softly she murmured, "why do you do it silently? does it affect the sperm in making babies, distract them from their path or scare them away from the egg?" It wanted to know for she never expected to find this revelation out.

[19:45]  Nisaa Breen was not sure what this was, more like an inquisition of her abilities, and the only thing she knew was that tamia was going to pay, she was not sure how but she would and soon. She was about to open up and speak when she pretended she heard something, her head tilting side ways "Oh, I have to be going" she mutters quickly and before anyone could stop her she dashed past farida and headed down the ramp of the wagon to freedom of the conversation

[19:47]  Malachi Stormcrow removed his bow and, in similar godmodding fashion, wacked Nisaa's ass all the way down the ramp and through the snow. He hadn't the heart to chastise her further now, his head too filled with mirth. "And don't come back until you learn how to moan properly!"

[19:49]  Evela Lannock had to fight with everything she had not t burst into peals of laughter but she managed somehow, and she nods solemnly, "Silent, and only the once." she saysand manages not to laughfor a whole ten seconds before it trickles from her, "It . .. . . do you fur like a person, or a bosk?" she asks sincerely. this tie withut malice.

[19:51]  Malachi Stormcrow turns to Farida, though he wanted very much to continue this joke. "Farida, the great slapper. What is it you wanted to say to me?"

[19:53]  Farida Lionheart inhaled and tried to answer that, to only squeak at first. A cough given as she saught to control she rather heavy shyness holding claim to her at the moment. Lowering her hand from her face now, the blush..fading at least. "I wanted to speak with you of Boot." Licking her lips a moment, gods they were a bit more open around her than her own clan had been. Then again most of them had been family and avoided any talk of..anything around her.

[19:53]  tamia Darkstone watched trouble dash off and she so wanted to chase after her. She knew she shouldn't have had that special cake trouble gave her, it messed with her mind really. The entrance was blocked by Master Mal and it just felt the heat of her cheeks flame. If only it could burn her to ash to save her embarassment, "n-no no no Mistress" she answered wide eyed, "i fur people...men...." she stammered out totally embarrassed and moved her way to the back entrance of the wagon, "that wasn't me moaning, that was....." she just shut up, clearly knowing no matter what she said it would be taken completely the wrong way. "i i best find nisaa before she ....." It would be close to the back door now and before she slipped out would shout out, "before she furs a bosk with the mating call i blew on the horn!!" Just like that she slipped out, wanting to totally hide.

[19:56]  Malachi Stormcrow raised a brow. "Oh? Go on then. Has she done something wrong?" He laughed at It and was not about to let her go free without at least the same whipping he gave Trouble. With a thwack thwack here, and a thwack thwack there, he tanned her hide for the shenanigans, humorous as it was to him. Then he turned back, a bit breathless, to Farida. "Yes ... continue ..."

[19:58]  Evela Lannock pressed her hand toher mouth to keep her laugherter somewhat contained and when she stopped shaking with mirth she grinned at Mal for playing along and moved to add another log to the fire.

Crumbled Cream

[06:42:49]  Malachi Stormcrow: "Tal, girl," he said, and then realized he had never wondered about her name before now. "It and I are seeking that fish from the other day. Do you remember where it went?"

[06:43:31]  tamia Darkstone smiled back but stayed where she was, just listening to the conversation about the missing fish. It was totally a where is nemo moment, but this time the fish was definitely dead.

[06:44:13]  Melanie Cvercko pondered his words "The one that I brought back Jarl?" she asked stepping closer to a small container that she had packed snow in as well as the fish..she would have kept it cold for him of course.

[06:46:12]  Malachi Stormcrow: "Yes! That's the one. The big long fat one that was flopping about." He thought for a moment more. "And that long knife of mine. Been used for kitchen ... ing, I suppose?" He frowned.

[06:48:10]  Melanie Cvercko grinned as she yanked the little container out from the corner she kept it over there so that the water as it did melt would drain without making a mess "Ahh yes Jarl guilty of kitchening with your knife I am sorry" she stated and quickly spun about yanking the stated item from the counter. With a swift motion she used the corner of her kirtle to brush away any evidence " see good as new " she stated and handed it to him handle first.

[06:50:21]  tamia Darkstone eyes went wide as she noticed the offered knife, the same one she had seen crumbed cream use the night before. Dirty slut she was, she had used the handle for more then the blade. She peeked closer trying to see if the handle was wiped clean as well, "wipe the handle down too!!"

[06:52:51]  Malachi Stormcrow grasped the handle, thinking it rather ... sticky ... and raised a brow of suspicion. "And ... why would I need to do that, It?" He wanted his fish, grilled to perfection with the perfect blend of seasonings. But now he was curious.

[06:55:15]  Melanie Cvercko had heard It and just about dropped the knife and yeah if she would have done that surely it would have been a mess as her reflexes would have went down and more then likely gripped the blade. As the Jarl pulled the handle she just about exhaled in relief but then did turn towards It pondering what the handle could have been used for. Not really knowing what it had gone through the night prior she just sorta turned and busied herself with the fish while the two spoke. "Did you want me to prepare it for you Jarl..or maybe It if she knows how you like it?" she just wanted to seem busy as she did hate when there was that tension in the air..
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[06:58:25]  tamia Darkstone wasn't expecting to be questioned about it and being such a good bond she couldn't really tattle on poor crumbed cream, she could however change the direction of the mini inquisition on the new girl, melanie. It was so generous like that. "ermm Master well....she had the knife" She pointed to melanie as she continued, "maybe she knows why?" Feeling foolish she would make a face and lower her eyes whispering softly now, "but still Master, if the knife was used to slay a fish and your fingerprints are now on the handle, i wouldn't want you to be attacked at sea by revenge" It was a silly answer but that it at times, very very silly.

[07:02:54]  Malachi Stormcrow turned to It and handed her the knife, blinking at the strange response. "Has your master been teaching you riddles?" He had his own and asked her, to occupy her thoughts for a bit while he decided to keep the knife and clean it himself. "Alive without breath, As cold as death; Never thirsty, ever drinking, All in mail never clinking." He paused and smiled. "I would see your skill in cooking fish," he told the slave who had helped him catch it. "What is your name, so that there might be less confusion?"
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[07:06:08]  tamia Darkstone would reach for the knife and then move her hand back down. Her Master did teach her a lot, riddles as well for he was the Riddler after all. "yes, Master seems so" she would whisper softly and then with the riddle in her head she would move over to a crate and sit down. Murmuring the words over to herself, she would raise one leg and rest her arm on it, her chin on her hand, and staying like that while she watched melanie and the Master with the fish - the oddest threesome she had ever seen- she would ponder about the riddle quietly.
[07:07:10]  Malachi Stormcrow: ((I'm being summoned. Have fun you two))
[07:07:22]  Malachi Stormcrow: ((I expect good fish later))
[07:07:22]  tamia Darkstone: (( ty for the rp :) have fun ))
[07:07:25]  Melanie Cvercko: ((kk thank you

[07:09:05]  Melanie Cvercko turned as she muttered under her breath "Melanie is what I am called the village Jarl liked the sound" she had been lucky surely as the other bonds had been called horrid names. "I shall cook the fish Jarl and place it within your wagon while you rest" she called out as she noticed him moving off. "It what happened to the knife?" Now she was curious.

[07:11:36]  tamia Darkstone would glance up as she went over the riddle in her head. Cold but alive, but it didn't breathe so it couldn't be a person or an animal. In water since it was never thirsty but drank a lot, submerged maybe though the rest of the riddle made no sense to her. With a blink she would call out, "aha i got it!!" and then frown as she quickly added, "no i don't" and then chuckle softly as if she had lost her mind - not yet. "Oh the blade!" she would hop off the crate and move closer, her voice lowering as she whispered secretively, "if i tell you promise you won't tell a soul?"

[07:16:46]  Melanie Cvercko just watched It curiously people here in the Alar were strange indeed it was possibly the fact that they were outside in the elements at all times unless holed up in some small wagon or tent. "I promise" she stated nodding all serious like as she was still trying to figure out in her own mind what could be so secretive.

[07:21:56]  tamia Darkstone grinned and whispered low, "it's a sad tale really, the one of crumbed cream. She lost her Master during a hunt, he was never seen again, though they whisper he left when he noticed how crumby her cream was. Why he didn't kill her or sell her though remains a mystery. Another tale that is gossiped is that perhaps she did him in before he could her, but no body has been found so despite the speculation there is no proof. After all many men go missing in gor, off on adventure or who knows what." She would pause and take a bowl of gruel from the side, greedily spooning some in her mouth while she continued the tale. "Crumbed cream isn't like the other slaves" Not that the rest of the slaves were any normal, well, in truth melaine was lucky enough to be stuck with it, the oddest of them all but she had no red nose. "I was making my way towards the kitchen to get a snack - ermm to do some chores - when i heard some moans. At first i thought it was the bosks, but no, the closer i got, the louder the moans got.
[07:21:56]  tamia Darkstone:  I crept into the kitchen and right here on the floor behind the counter" It would point to the floor with her booted foot swaying through the air, "was crumbed cream withering on the ground with the blade between her legs. She was lucky she was smart enough to use the handle i think"

[07:25:00]  Melanie Cvercko eyes widened as she heard her and just about choked laughing. "Why was she using a knife..I have never met cream" she stated matter of factly as she still tried to figure out why one would be so desperate. "And I touched it..."she furrowed her brow and immediatly turned to the cleansing water to wash her hands before messing with the Jarls fish "thats..just odd" she mumbled once more.

[07:27:50]  tamia Darkstone laughed softly and shrugged, "something about that knife that reminded her of cock i guess, or maybe the smell of fish turned her on. Crumb is an odd one to be sure." She grinned and gave melanie and glance, "yes, but you didn't lick it, licking would be worse than touching i think" Odin knew why anyone would lick a knife handle, well it knew as well but not out of crumb's cunt would she be willing to lick that knife. "So, anything exciting happen?" She would take another scoop of gruel, eating it as she watched melanie wash her hands.
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[07:32:07]  Melanie Cvercko shook her head quickly as it had been rather quiet much more quiet then she was used to. The days in the village were long doing this chore and that chore and then hearing a Jarl yell out for mead it was sorta layed back here which was odd once you were used to the hustle and bustle of a village. "Not really its been very quiet ever since that raid I think" she turned now yanking the fish up to the counter to begin removing the snow from the fish "What do you normally do here to keep yourself entertained?" The fact being she might not ever see her village again especially if someone didn't leave that stupid gate unlocked.

[07:35:38]  tamia Darkstone reached up to wipe the gruel from her chin and then proceeded to finish what was left of it. "it is normally quiet, i am usually off to one side with my thoughts, sketching things or just writing. Or i do some chores on my own" She would glance around, listening to the way the wind whistled by just as lonely as the camp could seem. "If that isn't enough, there is the serving of food and drink to the free" In truth she couldn't say what the other slaves did, just what she normally did from time to time. "what was your home like? do you miss it?"

[07:39:41]  Melanie Cvercko turned and grasped a piece of rence paper to place upon the counter as she lifted her gaze out in the open as if thinking. "The village was nice it was often busy with people here and there, not many bonds so we were kept busy with drinks or chores or just doing odds and ends but we were always busy. I do miss the closeness of the village it wasn't as spread out and often people were chattering its different here really." Fingertips begin to open the fish that she did dehead, descale and cleand the day prior so two filets would be shown. "Not saying I don't enjoy it here its ..just different and alot to get used to."

[07:45:38]  tamia Darkstone would move to the sink and while she cleaned out the bowl she would respond. "it sounds very pretty. I guess it would be different here, maybe more quieter but it wasn't always like this." When there were less people living in the laager it was different but with more and more people moving it, oddly enough it seemed quieter. "the space is quite big, but i guess it means there is more to explore as well" She would dry the bowl and place it back on the shelf, leaning on the counter as she watched melanie prepare the fish. "no, i understand what you are saying. Are the men of your village different from here? The Mistresses?"

[07:50:51]  Melanie Cvercko turned a moment leaving the fish to thaw just for a few "The Jarls are the same I would think they are very head strong and really do not take to much lip so to speak. The one Jarl that is here ..the one that almost got burned..he was my favorite within the village." Spinning towards the counter once more she poked her finger still feeling the snow upon the surface so carefully gathering the rence paper she moved closer to the flames and placed her work station so to speak now in that spot. "The Mistresses well I think here they avoid the slaves in the village they don't like us but they don't avoid us either. I don't mind them either I just do what I am asked and get it over with...I may push a Jarl a tad more cause oddly enough I do believe the Men have more patience with slaves then Female."

[07:55:21]  tamia Darkstone would nod, "Yes i think men are men wherever you go. Though i don't think you will be going back, but tis not my decision really." She would casually lean against the counter and nibble on her lower lip, something she always did when she was half in thought. "The Mistresses here...." she trailed her words off to silence, rather thinking it was best to say little. "I agree, i think men have more patience with slaves then females" She had seen it, even with captive females, they rarely wanted to speak to or even be approached by slaves. But she supposed it was normal considering the world was definitely a man's world.

[08:10:19]  Melanie Cvercko nodded at the words that were expressed, reaching out and grasping a few spices she begin to sprinkle a few upon the fish as she begin to allow the thoughts that had been lingering to fall freely from her mind. "I had heard rumor from a thrall that the village thought I was released but I suppose I would have heard it from a Jarl here if I was right?" she was pretty clueless about all of this and just sort of floated around doing what she thought was needed. "I find that at least for me the men of Gor are the same and the Mistresses well they are all so different, some friendly to a freaky way and others so stand offish that you feel sad for them." Tossing a bit of bosk butter within a pan so that it would melt quickly from there she would dribble it upon the fish enough so that she then could shake the fish within the paper allowing the spices to stick before placing it within a pan for cooking. "You have been in the Alar long..your Jarl is an Outrider?"

[08:18:16]  tamia Darkstone felt a bit useless as she watched melinda with the fish but she truly believed if too many hands got involved in a simple cooking, it would turn out a disaster. "Hmm i don't know, i don't speak to many to know most things. Though i agree, if you had been released, surely one of the men would have let you known, or atleast payed for your passage home" She would nod again in agreement, "yes, most men are the same but Mistresses tend to be very different, i prefer the ones in between the two you described but either way i just do what i am told to do and pay them no mind." The smells of the spiced fish cooking with the butter, filled the room and it inhaled the aroma. "I have been here since my Master moved a few moons ago, but not that long to know everyone and everything. My Master is an Outrider but hunts a lot so he is always out and about." She would smile and her face would glow as she thought of her Master and instantly she became shy and let her long wavy hair, frame her face in shadows as she tilte
[08:18:16]  tamia Darkstone: d her head down. From that hiding spot she would whisper out, "do you have a Master?"

[08:21:41]  Melanie Cvercko watched as It moved about the fish was doing its thing so she spun finding a moment to just talk which was nice "No, I was a village bond so I suppose you can say I had many and now I suppose I still do" The fact being she knew noone except the Mistress with the blonde hair, the Jarl that moved into the wagon earlier and now It so everyone was odd to her at times "While he is away do you worry?" she would ask cause she knew her closest friend in the village often would cry to her and even talk endless hours of fear he wouldn't come back.

[08:25:52]  tamia Darkstone smiled and curled her hands into the folds of her kirtle. Did she worry? Endlessly, she worried for his safety, even though he was a great warrior. She would pause before she spoke, choosing her words wisely, "i do worry, i miss him more than i worry, but i can not control what could happen so i hope and think that all is well" Tears were at times for the weak and foolish and though it would cry when she was alone, she could never do so in front of another, unless they were very close to her but she tended to keep people somewhat away from her, and that was another story. "I care deeply for him" was all she added before she glanced back up and smiled, "is it hard to be a village slave?"

[08:29:57]  Melanie Cvercko could tell that It felt strongly for her Jarl and often by her own experiances they were the closest of relationships between slave and Jarl. The visual of her expression would allow her to know that the words that were expressed weren't the entire truth it was deeper. "It is hard as often you see a Jarl and bond together in a corner or away in a hut or..just having time alone with what they own. During those times I do just do chores and wander about so yes its hard but the plus side is within the longhall I am able to serve whoever ..whenever no worries if I am to be called or whatever it may be." Mel herself would of course try to play it up as if she didn't mind but everyone knew that a bond or kajira only yearned for one thing when they were a true slave and that would be ownership..to be owned.

[08:39:17]  tamia Darkstone would listen even if her mind was now on her Master. Even with just the thought of him, the whisper of words about him, her pulse raised and her heart beat rapidly in her chest. Her eyes would go languid and sparkle with a certain light that would make herself glow. It was in love with her Master even if she would never admit to it, even if it was obvious she adored him. This was something new to her as was slavery, and she wasn't ready to admit to her feelings not as easy as she had surrendered into being his slave. "it seems to be different, but i've never been a village slave before, so i just wondered" She supposed it would be hard at times, but chores were ever present and always useful to distract from anything that could maybe hurt. "At least you get to meet more men that way i would think and perhaps choose your own Master if possible" She would laugh softly trying to change the mood and topic, but in truth all slaves knew that it wasn't so. If a slave choose their own Master, there was always th
[08:39:17]  tamia Darkstone: e risk of death. "speaking of which, you should maybe go see if any of the free...well Masters" she would wink at melanie, "need anything" It would move towards the end of the counter, only to whirl around dramatically, "oh and by the way, about crumbled cream...something...i forgot to say and i think you should know." She would grin wickedly and lean towards melanie, voice hushed, "she was seen entering the healer's hut, there is a reason she is called crumbled cream and i think she was using the handle more to scratch an itch than for any pleasure. After all her Master was called, Mighty Longsword and not for any weapon, so i don't think a handle of that size would prove worthy or apt enough to bring her pleasure" She would almost giggle.

[08:45:21]  Melanie Cvercko couldn't help but laugh as she spun about grasping the fish from the flames it was done to the liking of the Jarl surely ..well so she hoped. "Yes I do have to get this to the Jarls hut or umm wagon" she laughed slightly and moved to grab two plates, one would cover the other so that the fish stayed warm. "Thanks for talking with me It and telling me of the slave it seems there is much to get used to and hopefully not to get used to actually" With a careful toss she placed the pan within the basin for later cleaning. "I am sure your Jarl will be back soon and well especially if he is as great as you seem to glow when thinking about him. "Carefully making her way towards the wagon she was actually happy she had spoke with another it made her feel less alone.

[08:50:07]  Tahlos Darkfold walked up to the wagon casually as a man filled with change in his pocket. He would look around, then move to the counter rummaging somewhat. He'd soon picked up some dried bosk and chewed on it, then a loaf of bread and turned to stroll off. Nodding to it as he passed her, one side of his cheek a lump filled with food...

[09:21:41]  Melanie Cvercko spins around noting It her attentions lingered briefly "Everything okay..I didn't burn the wagon down did I ?"

[09:23:40]  tamia Darkstone inhaled sharply and then glanced down before she spoke, "no no but....you have met crumbled cream and i remembered that you did cook with her. I hope for your sake you and she washed your hands." She would glanced up and then very softly she said, "she said her name was trouble, but alas that was crumbled" Lies, but it would nod, having to get trouble back for throwing snow at her.

[09:25:14]  Melanie Cvercko eyes widened as she tried to think of Trouble doign what was said and just hid a gag " I didn't think she would do such..." shaking her head she just laughed and moved off " See the people of the Alar are strange indeed..except you of course It"

[09:25:46]  tamia Darkstone would just grin.