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The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP] 12) – Mirari : The Forest of Ashes.

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
May 09, 2014 06:21PM
City of Tsumal Games Arena – Marsala’s Box

On the arrival of the Chief Master of Tsumal, all the towns people and spectators rose from their seats and gave a resounding cheer, as he waved and guffawed to see such a good turn out for his Slave Games. Marsala’s two burly guards stood in behind him as he arranged his robe out in front of him and took his seat. His daughter Nerboti was second to enter the Official box and took her place at his right side. She hated these festivities. Hours of blood shed and senseless violence to appease the masses, while the dry heat of Tsumal baked those not under shelter. She lazily fanned herself with a golden fan as she noticed Ivan enter the official box. Dressed in armour from head to foot, and carrying a large sword, he was the epitome of what a Gladiator should be. Naturally he caught the eye of Marsala, who clapped his chubby hands together and beckoned him to join him in a seat at his other side. Oddly enough he found favour with his savior from the other day, and knew that he would put on a stellar performance before the blood thirsty crowd. Already there was a match underway with two men facing off, one with a spear and shield, the other with a net and whip. It appeared one sided already, and the man with the net was already covered in gashes from the spear tip. The roar of the crowd signaled the pleasure that was gained from watching the blood letting.

“Ahahaha. Listen to them, Chavek. Hungry they are for blood sports. Yes, and many bet a large purse too. Course, I have the book makers all in my employ so I gain all the profits. HAHAHAHA!” He picked up a chalice of wine and drank like a pig in a trough. He truly was a disgusting man. Setting down the chalice, he gave Ivan’s side a nudge.

“I have put 50,000 gold pieces on you winning, my boy. AND…if you do as I expect, I may just give you my daughter as a reward.”

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Nerboti heard this and turned her head away in annoyance. She was nothing but another piece of property to her Father, and once again she was being offered up as a prize.

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
May 16, 2014 11:29PM
-The cell slowly emptied, the one that housed Tyom and Emser. Tyom allowed Emser the strange feline boy to lay his head across his lap. Tyom stroked his hair gently soothing the sniveling cat who seemed better off as someone house pet then a slave sent to the slaughter.

They could hear the crowd cheering above as people died, there precious life was spilled across the sand pit of the arena. Tyom smiling lazily as he thought about how foolish these people really were to take him and Emser in as they had. The two of them have been traveling together for a very long time. He wondered how many people knew that even elves had poverty levels. He was an example, a poor elf who’s mother and father died. No one to take him in, he survived off the wild. That was when he met Emser.

Emser was such a baby really, he was afraid of his own shadow and clung to Tyom so much, you would think they were lovers. Well, maybe there were times Tyom thought of the idea, but, that really didn’t interest him all that much, just the pretty Emser really looked like a girl when he was crying his eyes out. As akward as that thought was, they had the problem at the moment. They would have to survive. Once Emser released himself, they had a chance to escape, but the problem was, they could only escape while Emser was in release form, and even that was dangerous for Tyom, his master or not.

Emser stirred and looked up at him, his water eyes swirled and he glanced toward the cell door just as the guards approached. Emser face twisted and he looked ready to spill another fresh load of snot and tears. Tyom pressed a finger to his lips and stared up at the guards with a hard gaze, trying his best to give what they call, ‘a piercing stare’.

“what about these two,” the guard spoke softly almost sounding bored.

“there both two scrawny, we’ll throw them in with the crowd, they won’t last either one of them, in a one on one fight,”the other responded.

“get up,” the man ordered.

Emser visibly twitched and half heartedly dragged his body off the ground his arms dropped at his side and he was hunched over. His tail was as limp as a rag behind him, the feline boy had no fight in him at all. Tyom however stood up with confidence his head held high and had this air of superiority around him especially towards the guards. The guards snorted and looked at each other with a laugh.

“you seem pretty brave boy, your friend sure knows what’s coming though,” the guard said opening the cell.

Tyom just smiled and folded his hands behind his head, “that’s ok, I know what’s coming to, I just don’t think there’s really anything I need to worry about,” he said. This brought on another snort of laugher from the guards.

Tyom walked out the cell with Emser in toe behind him, he had his arms folded over his chest like he was trying to protect himself in some way. They were lead down the hall way past the many cells that were slowly emptying with living bodies, and filling with the corpses of the former occupants. Tyom closed his eyes, there was nothing that he could do for them. He steeled his mind to there death and tried not to breath to deeply. Emser on the other hand, his eyes darted back and forth from cell to cell, he took gasping breaths letting his lungs fill with the smell of death and blood, the boy was just about to have a right out panic attack.

But still they marched on, until they reached some stone stares. They were urged onward by spear point told to go up the stairs where a much cleaner looking hall was waiting. They weren’t alone in this hall either, at least 8 other slaves were gathered here. Some looked particularly strong, others mixed in were about as scrawny as the boys but much older looking. So here they were, Lambs for the slaughter, Tyom wondered if they would even throw in some lions for a little more interesting entertainment. He should hope so, he thought glancing at his feline servant.

The crowd grew deafening as a announcement was made, the spectacle of a life time, where 10 slaves would be given the chance to fight for there freedom against some of the slave masters best soldiers. Of course it wasn’t actually the soldiers of the slave masters, it was gladiators that they groomed over time for just this occasion before they would continue later on to fight in one on one battles. It was like, half-time at a stadium for sports, or you could considerate a warm up round for the more blood thirty killers who wanted to wet there blades before battle.

Smiling a slight feral grin Tyom glanced at Emser with such confidence he hoped it would rub off on the feline. The feline stared back and a ghost of something flickered just beyond the water gaze of his eyes. Tyom could feel it, Emser might be afraid he might be on the outside showing all signs of a slave prepared to die, but underneath, there was a part of Emser that was coming to life and was more blood thirty then any of the waiting gladiators.

The gates opened and the slaves were shoved forward out into the blaring sunlight onto the sand of the arena. There were 10 large men waiting in a half circle across from there exit. Each were carrying massive axes. In front of everyone each slave was handed as spear by a guard, the tips weren’t very sharp, but of course the spectators weren’t aware of it. However as the spear point was held out to Tyom and Emser neither one of them reached for the weapons. It wasn’t unnoticed by anyone in the crowd and a subtle roar of laughter drifted through the crowd over the roar of excitement of the blood bath that would soon commence.

“You may begin, If you survive till you are the last slave standing and have defeated all the warriors before you, you will have earned your freedom and be a new hero of the arena!” the announcer called out. The crowd roared again, the gladiators who were offered the chance to kill the lambs.

At first no one moved, even the crowd drew quiet waiting to see what was going to happen next. One young slave boy was bouncing on his feet, fear had his heart in his grasp, there was a chance to live, and all he had to do was survive and beat these men in front of him. He knew he was going to die, but, with a war like cry brandishing his spear he ran head long into the battle. That was all they needed to send the slaves and the soldiers into a flurry of movement of battle and slashing of axes and spears.

Emser dashed to the side with blinding speed and scooped up Tyom darting across the sand like frog he leaped side to side dodging the flurry of the battle to get his friend to safety. Behind him Emser could hear already the strangled death cries of the slaves and the grunts of the gladiators that were hit with the dull spears. But numbers grew thin quickly and it wouldn’t take long at all for there to be left was Emser and Tyom. Emser had crossed the entire arena till he felt he had gotten Tyom to the safest and farthest point of the slaughter before he set his elfin master down.

Tyom watched the slaughter and slaves dashed away deciding to run like Emser had done. The Gladiators scattered chasing after the slaves with thrilled laughter and blood splatter. The two that had intended to be his and Emser’s murderers followed there path though covered in armor they couldn’t out run Emser. However they were soon joined by two more, there slaves dead they smiled wickedly, seeing as the Feline slave would offer more enjoyment and battle to the man who could catch him.

Emser placed himself in between them and Tyom, his body hunched over still his head hanging and hair falling in his face. He was visibly shaking but he held his fist tight at his side ready to come to blows.

“Tyom i’m so scared…they are so much stronger,” Emser whispered.

Tyom stood just a few feet behind him proud and arms crossed just uzzing with confidence he tilted his blond head to the side and smiled,“i’m not worried Emser…..go show them what happens when you mess with us…I release you,” he said and took one large step back from Emser towards the wall side.

Emser swung around to stare at Tyom with shock, this whole time, Tyom was talking about THAT. That’s why he knew they would survive, THAT. Emser smiled for the first time sense this started. From ear to ear showing feral elongated teeth Emser slowly turned back to the approaching Gladiators. The sun bore down on them all this time, blinding them with it’s glareing light, but in just that moment as Emser smiled the sky quickly darkened. All around the crowd stared up confused not sure as to what was going on. A bolt of lightning shot across the sky and lite the area up with white light. Screams of shock erupted through the crowd.

In the Arena there was a cry as Emser’s body contorted and folded over, the gladiators weren’t phased and they continued to approach expecting this to be the easiest kill they had ever made. That was until they heard the sound of bone snapping. In front of them the boy’s body was twisting in odd angles as his spine seemed to grow in the number of vertebrate his knees snapped back words and his feet grew longer his ankles rising higher till he would be able to stand on just his feet alone. A fine layer of black fur slowly covered his body and his head began to shape itself until it mirrored that of a very hellish looking panther with glowing red eyes. The demon cat’s back exploded open with shower of blood, that very shower was what Tyom had stepped away to avoid. Skeleton wings grew from his back coated in his own blood. The humanoid hands remained and claws formed growing longer and longer.

Laughter bubbled up from the cat’s throat and it grinned, if you could call it a grin. Large amount of drew pooled out it’s mouth around the rows and rows of razor sharp teeth that seemed to fight for space in it’s jaws. The Gladiators were frozen in place shock all over there faces and a few actually dropped there axes. Behind them the two slaves that were still alive practically shitted them selves, one peed. Emser stood up now, his form now nearly 7 feet in height, it was a awe inspiring sight. Emser tilted his head back, and roared.

That was the clue the sky needed to open up with a torrent of rain that seemed mostly centered in the arena. Emser’s glowing eyes narrowed on the first gladiator, the one that dropped his axe and the one that was less liking going to hurt. In a flash of movement, the lithe cat charged across the sand the slick water not even seeming to bother the creature, in fact it seemed to only aide the cat’s progress. The gladiator turned and ran in fear, this was nothing they had ever faced before.

Emser leaped into the air and landed squared in the center of the gladiator’s back. His razor claws slammed into the armor pricing it like aluminum foil and tearing it off taking chunks of the flesh underneath with it. Emser snarled and laughed pulling and ripping sending flesh and limbs into the air the rain spreading the blood all over seeping into the sand, the worst part was, the man was still screaming terribly he was still alive.

Tyom across the arena smiled his eyes twinkled with pleasure, he warned them…didn’t he?

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
June 11, 2014 11:19PM
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CiarAdamyrKaredric-Ivan seeing the carnage fold in front of him, quickly dash down to the arena floor. On his way down he grabed a spear. He knew what this cat was and he knew he had to give it his all, he need to use his Dragoneer training, and he hoped that he could come up with a good lie to cover it up.He looked at the cat and stood in a Dragoneer defensive position standing between him and the slave. He looked back at Tyom-“Just don’t stand there run!!”-he shouted-

CharlotteCarrendar: – Up in the stands, the Slave Master was laughing and guffawing loudly as he watched the start of the action between the Gladiators. “Ahahahaha!…Look at that, boy. Death is the real reward in these games.” He meant that sincerely, for the pain that would be inflicted by the weapons of choice meant that the bloodletting was going to be on a vast scale. The many spectators that were in their thousands all cheered with rousing sounds and the food sellars walked amongst the patrons with all manners of tit bits for them to eat while they watched the games. Nerboti let out a sigh. she was already bored by it all and waved a fan lazily in front of her face. It was more entertaining to watch two men rut than see all this bloodshed and gore. The Slave Master kept nudging one of the wine bearers, then got up and nearly spilled his drink when he saw Chaveks leap down and get into the fighting melee. “Impetuous boy!. Ah well…you only live once. Bahahahaha! Fight or DIE!” <3>

ElilesMuiLuminarde: -Emser munched happily on the corpse of one such gladiator who thought that he could impale the beast. guts and things hanging from jagged teeth he didn’t seem to be paying much attention to Tyom the elf and the remaining gladiators seemed to have grown yellow streaks and were trying to hide themselves behind the last two slaves on the other side of the arena, like they were some kind of protective meat shields. Too bad though, Emser was growing quite bored with the corpse and stood up to now stalk the living prey that moved like mice scattering in different directions from the predator. Tyom didn’t move much he stood very still for the most part with a hard gaze on his companion, the key to be a master he believed, at least in this case, is to never appear to be prey, it was the same advice that many lion tamers would give on the flip side at zoo and circuses. but Then from the audience, someone leaped down into the arena, putting himself in-between Tyom and Emser, shouting at Tyom to run away. Tyom wide eyed, almost shouted at him for being a idiot, but, well, one more of these bastards dead, right. Tyom lifted his fingers to his mouth and whistled. Emser stopped stalking the slaves and gladiators and turned his head in the direction of the sound. The big cats eyes narrowed and he snarled. Taking off across the sand pit the cat slide across the ground sliding into place around the man until Tyom was once more safely behind Emser’s back and only Teeth and Claws at the front.<3>

CiarAdamyrKaredric-Ivan knew right away what this elf was to the cat, he was the master and was pulling his strings, making him attack everything around him-“Elf how dare you turn this cat into a demon, his blood is that of Heaven and not yours to use as you please”-Ivan readied his spear for an attack knowing what must be done-“Call him off or I will be forced to kill him and then cast judgment on you, I do not want to do that”-As he spoke only Tyom could hear him, and if he looked closly he could see a single tear run down his cheek. Ivan did not want to kill the cat, to him he was a brother, even though he had never met him before, didn’t know where he was from, or what kind of person he was, he had the same blood running through his veins as Ivan and that meant everything to him. He waited for the elf to make his move, ready to strike in the blink of an eye-

ElilesMuiLuminarde-Tyom shook his head surprised by the sudden voice that sounded pretty clear dispite the shouting crowd. did this man just say it was him that turned Emser into a demon, is that what Emser turned into, he always assumed he was a werecat or something like it. heaven blood, what was he talking about? and he wasn’t about to call Emser off, one that was gonna hurt like hell, and two, they weren’t even close to being free of this hell hole. “What are you talking about! Emser Transforms of his own free will! I can’t force him into that, he only asks my permission because I could DIE when i try to turn him back!” Tyom shouted back swinging his arm out and pointing at Emser to make a point. “besides that! I warned all of you when you captured us! I warned you that we aren’t Slaves, and we would never conform to Slavery, I warned all of you, That YOU WILL DIE!!” Tyom shreiked louder and looked at Emser. Emser snarled then roared, the fierce sound shook the stone arena, some rocks fells lose. Emser narrowed his glowing gaze of the current threat and started his stalk. circling slightly to the left side he was going to come in at a charge at the left to make a swipe at the exposed areas of flesh between armor. Emser charged, moving like a flash of lightning, the same kind of movement he slaughted the other gladiators with-<3>

CiarAdamyrKaredric-Ivan did not have time to respond to the elfs words as Emser and attacked him, moving quickly he dodged the strike to his exposed flesh and retaliated with the butt of his spear to Emsers head, even if it did not hit Ivan would still bring his spear around to try to slice at his mid section. Ivan wanted to try to knock Emser out and then deal with the elf, he knew he had his work cut out for him. The entire time he was praying to be given the strength to do what he had to do no matter the cost-<e>

ElilesMuiLuminarde-Emser’s attack was dodged, it annoyed the cat very much, this prey wasn’t entirely prey after all. this was a true threat, this beast here was after what was his then, yes his kill his prey his claims, this was a rival, and rivals were to be dealt with quickly. so was the thoughts going through the primal beast. even as the butt of the spear knocked him on the skull the cat kept moving. the spear edge bit into his flesh cutting across the skin. but merely a glance as the cat slide backwards with a slight hopping motion. his thick fur provided most of the protection he needed but he was already covered it nicks and cuts from the glancing blows of the gladiator swords, . it seemed like the cat picked and chooses which wounds he will take and which ones not, but it was risky, because he could still loose to blood loss. instead of getting in close with his teeth he swung an arm with the razor like claws almost 7 inches in length at the centre and getting shorter towards the outer edges of his claws. he was swinging in a downward motion starting from head that could slice across his face his chest and stopping at his crotch-<3>

CiarAdamyrKaredric-He was fast enough to dodge most of the strike but the cats claws caught him in the face not enough to do permanent damage but enough to cause major pain. He quickly stepped back out of the reach of the claws, he shook his head for a moment then stepped back forward quickly and using his spear made a dozen small trust aiming at the cats arms legs and mid section doing his best to temporarily cripple him-<e>

ElilesMuiLuminarde-Emser wasn’t a fighter, he had never had any training, but it helped to have eyes on the outside. Tyom watched the fight closely, Emser almost purred with excitement as his claws had made the glancing blow. but Emser wasn’t prepared as Tyom watched the trained solider by all appearance quickly recover and step in with this spear. Tyom whistled a shrill sound that had a different pitch entirely to the one that called Emser to him. Emser reacted to the sound, though a second to late as one of his arms was struck before he jumped backwards away from the man that was attacking him. Emser’s arm dangled at his side however, blood seeping from the wounds, the confused cat stared at the limb grabbing it with his other hand and moving it. it had no reaction. Emser’s eyes grew wilder in that moment, roaring the cat charged in blind rage his other arm raised to strike. Tyom shouted “Emser don’t!” realizing now he had lost what little control he had before in the sudden battle Rage that had enveloped the animal-<3>

CiarAdamyrKaredric-Ivan had to make his move now there was enough distance between him and the cat now amining for his already injured should he drew back his spear and threw it with all his might, the spear was out of his hand in the blink of an eye and if it hit he would be nailed to the arena wall unable to pull it out.-<e>

ElilesMuiLuminarde-The spear soared through the air, for Tyom as he watched it all appeared to happen in slow motion as his companion in rage wasn’t paying attention and the spear pierced his shoulder and flung him backwards into the arena wall and penned him in place. Emser shrieked and snarled, the cat’s free hand swung upward and grabbed the handle of the spear and begun to tug. but to the beasts surprise, the spear went in deeper into the stone then it should have for the force a mortal man should have been able to put behind it, right? furious the cat actually bit at the wood of the spear with his powerful jaws, but foolish beast only caused the wood to splinter and fall leaving nothing but a stump sticking out of his chest. of course that meant Emser could not just push himself off the wall right? nope, with the limp arm, he was having trouble figuring out the best way to do so, and the way his legs were shaped, pushing off the wall with his feet was difficult. Tyom busted into tears and charged across the arena to Emser. “ok Emser, That’s enough, you need to change back now!” Tyom shouted. he ran into charging blindly, but here before the whole crowd to watch, Emser swung his free arm whacking Tyom in the chest and flinging him across the sand and ground to tumble across the floor. it was like Emser was proving a point to the spear wilder, that Tyom wasn’t really in control. Tyom however, was use to this. Coughing, the resilient boy got up on his hands and knees, a little blood tickling from his mouth. he charged again. the crowd actually drew quiet, wondering if the boy would be killed while foolishly trying to help the beast. Tyom this time watched for the swinging claw and ducked in time before launching himself onto the cat’s chest both his hands grabbing hold of the open jaws even as the razor teeth sliced open his fingers and palm. He forced the demonic beast to stare him in the eyes. he used his own abilities as a elf, as being a creature already one with nature,
to make him calm down and listen. “Emser, time to calm down…o-ok, come back,” he whispered. Emser snarled. at first it seemed like the beast didn’t register what was being said to it. but it began to stop thrashing. then slowly painfully it begun the shift back to the young black haired boy. and as he changed back, he screamed horribly from the pain he was in. Tyom fell off and grabbed hold of the stub of the spear and tried to pull it out. “hold on Emser, I’ll get it out!”<3>

CiarAdamyrKaredric-Ivan saw his spear hit the cat and pin him to the wall. He sighed and as he made his way to try to calm the cat the elf stood up and ran to him. He watched in awe as he began to calm the cat down, he could not help but feel sorry for both of them. He could not even image the pain they were both in physically, mentally and emotionally. He then watched as the cat turned back into the boy and screamed in pain, the elf tried to pull the spear out but Ivan knew it would not come out without the right touch. Ivan walked over to them and grabbed the spear and looked at the elf-“Let me do it”-he grabbed tightly and with ease removed the spear from the wall and the boys shoulder, he quickly grabbed the boy as he fell from the wall, keeping him from falling to the ground. There was no noise no cheering nothing everyone was silent. Ivan looked to the slave master and yelled-“Marsala I think these two have more than earned their freedom”-He then placed the boy on the ground and put pressure onto the wound, he did not want him to die from blood loos or lose his arm. He then looked at the elf a few more tears falling from his eyes-“i am sorry but I had to, for both your sakes-“IF he looked close enough he could see a motion range in his iris for a quick second-<e>

CharlotteCarrendar:- Up in the stands the crowd had fallen silent after the epic display and bloodletting. Marsala was not pleased when he saw Chaveks show some sympathy for the boy that had been pinned to the wall. Slowly, the jewel encrusted fingers of the Slave master gripped the golden arms of his throne chair and rose to standing. His beady eyes that stared out from the rotund face glared at all around him. The one that held the true power of life and death in the Games lay with the Slave Master, but also he could not go against the wishes of the crowd. Would the crowd react badly if he was to give the thumbs down and demand the death of the boy? It was a critical moment clearly. So much money was riding on this one event.

The Slave Master knew he may well come to regret this, as he had already lost so many of his best men that day. The cost of which was in the many thousands. How long and how much had been spent training and housing his gladiators. They were not that easy to come by as he well knew.

“Fate’s hand has been played by all before us. The blood spilt by the Gladiators proved this and so…as per law, by the number of fallen. The boy shall live. He is spared from death by Chaveks!” The Slave Master held up his fist, and then turned a thumb up, thus meaning that the boy was saved from a traditional death.

The crowd erupted favourably to this decision, and while the Slave Master saved face for this one action, he cursed silently for all he had lost. He summoned that Chaveks be brought forward, so that he may throw down his trophy for the win.

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ElilesMuiLuminarde-Tyom grinned and hugged Emser tightly, Emser’s face was a wash of tears and snot and he hugged Tyom tightly with this one still useful arm. it was an awkward hug considering that Tyom was hovering over him from above his head. “we did it, Emser,” Tyom whispered. Emser glanced at Tyom’s hands through his blurry teary eyes gaze, “your hands,” he hiccupped. Tyom shrugged, “They will heal in time,” he said smiling, “you should file your teeth though, i didn’t almost lose finger’s this time” he chuckled. Emser actually laughed back. they both glanced at the man Chaveks, neither noticed the strangeness of his eyes in that breif moment or acknowledged what he said, but they both could tell, this man might not be a enemy, but it didn’t make him a friend. “let me heal you Emser,” Tyom offered. Emser shoke his head and gritted his teeth in a painful grin, “I feel it already healing…you know my injuries don’t stay long if they happen during the transformation,” he said. what the boys would do now, it wasn’t for sure, but the question did stand, though the game said they were to earn there freedom, it wasn’t actually stated by the slave master if they were free….did this mean…they were still owned?<3>

CiarAdamyrKaredric-Ivan stood up seeing that he did not need to help Emser with his wound, he turned and walked to stand right under where Marsala and his daughter were sitting , he took a knee and waited for him to speak again. he was still holding the spear. He knew if he was marked as a Dragoneer and was not able to lie his way out of trouble he would need it to fight his way out of this place and to a place he could shift into the darkness and hide. He looked up at him and waited-<e>

CharlotteCarrendar:- With the crowd throwing down roses and flowers for the winner of the Games, it was a moving tribute by the many thousands for the combatants that had survived. As Chaveks approached the spot whereby he could catch the trophy, Marsala urged his daughter to stand. She was by far one of the most beautiful women in the lands, and was well known to be a prize if ever there was one. She turned to one of the guards, who had been holding the golden Elk, and she took this from him. Turning back to the competitors, she looked down at Chavek, and without word, simply tossed the Golden Elk to him. A solid gold tribute, that was worth much as trade was his reward for the win against Tyom and Esmer. But what fate awaited them all? This was the part that was unknown to many. The Slave Master, was a wily man and hid his intentions well.

“All who bare witness, let it be known. A feast in honor of the win today will be held this eve, and those that stand before us in the arena shall be the guests….of honor.” He smirked as the crowd gave a rousing reception. What an honor. But…what was the real point of it? He never said they were free. Did he?

Taking his daughter’s hand, he led her from the royal box and back into the stadium proper. The games were over, and the gates for the Gladiators swung upon beneath, allowing them to leave the arena pits. If they were to follow the guards, they would be taken up to the spa house, to be cleansed and treated for their injuries, well before presenting them at the feast.

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The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP] 11) – Mirari : The Forest of Ashes.

24 Thursday Apr 2014

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
March 16, 2014 06:43AM
The temperature inside the tent was in one word…hot…and not because of the fire burning in the pit. Ilyra felt every one of his thrust to her body and reveled in the feelings it caused her. She loved this man and his week of denial had sent their bond into a downward spiral that there was almost no chance of recovery from. The moment he pushed into her, it resolidified their bond to the point where they would need to be in constant contact for the next several hours.

She was close to that ultimate pleasure, her cries becoming louder with each thrust of his hips. He pulled away from her after at that time and she nearly growled in reply. He reached for her shoulders, turning her to face him and she couldn’t help but look at his sex covered in her wetness and his own.

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Before she could reach for him to continue their escapades, he lifted her and pulled her into his arms so they were face-to-face. He leaned in to kiss her (so she thought) but instead he nipped her bottom lip, tugging gently as he did so. She gasped at the feel of this.

His hands smoothed over her naked bottom and pulled her in until he was sheathed within her once more. Her breath left her in an explosive huff as she felt him throbbing against her womb. Her gaze was pinned in place by his and she could see the absolute love he had for her and their unborn son. He had been wrong to deny them their nightly pleasures and now they were paying the price for his negligence.

Neither one of them would be seen in the village for quite some time.

Grasping her hips, he slowly raised and lowered her upon him, nipping at her chin, neck and ears with his teeth. She shuddered in response, her eyes slipping closed as she allowed him to take what he desired and giving herself in return.

Her head fell back, giving him better access to her body as she hung on for dear life. This clearly wasn’t an act of sexual domination, as it had started out to be. This was love-making, a reaffirmation of a lifetime commitment between two people destined to be together until the end of time.

She whispered his name over and over again, saying in not so many words that she loved him.

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
March 16, 2014 07:03AM
Tagor and IIyra’s tent

Forgiveness. It was what Tagor needed and what his eyes implored when he turned her to face him. Yes, he had started off hard and heavy in an act to make reclamation of his mate and lover, but that all changed as his heart filled with love for her, and his instincts changed from the primal urges to needing to reaffirm their special bond.

Submissive, delicate…beautiful. Words that he could only think of as she gave herself over to him without complaint or angered fist. From the very dew that leaked between her folds, her body cried out for him as much as his hardness did for her.

Ilyra repeated his name in soft whispers as he nipped and marked her flesh, grazing with his teeth. It wasn’t part of play, no this was showing his dominance, but in a way that she knew she was the one and only for him. Tagor did not even look at other women, for they held no beauty or grace that his adored IIyra did. The winter fire that burns eternal in her soul shone through when she stood up for what she wanted, expected. This only made him love her all the more fiercely. IIyra was unique – a gem amongst a stream of pebbles.

Tagor’s lust would be all consuming. His gnarled hands wandering over her supple skin, kneading and searching, like tendrils that desire to learn every part of her body. Tagor’s face, right in front of her own, nose to nose, then stealing kisses before gasping for breath that he tried to hold tight within his lungs. She was so inexplicably tight. This only served to make him grow larger, thicker within her.

Their bodies rose and fell in a sweeping fashion as the two became reunited in spirit. Whole once more. A smile came to Tagor’s lips as he wanted to please her in so many ways. The joyful part was…they had all afternoon…and all night.

“IIyra…” Said with that deep baritone as his needs grew stronger. The friction between them heating his flesh. His dark pecs standing taut from the constant sweep of her own mounds across his. The feeling electric as it spread across his skin like wild fire. He just didn’t want this to end….

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
March 21, 2014 06:27PM
Outside Tagor and Ilyra’s Tent

Several hours later…

Listening to the constant cries of passion from their leader’s tent for most of the day, many got bored and went back to their own works. Sharma remained a constant presence in front of their tent, sending the more curious away when they approached. She did not want the two of them disturbed for any reason.

She did send for food and drink, knowing that her mistress and mate would be famished once they concluded their activities and it was brought immediately.

There was a hard cry of delight (female) and a long groan of pleasure (male) from behind her before all went silent. She smiled.

“And all is right once more.” she murmured to herself.

Inside Tagor and Ilyra’s Tent

Ilyra clung to her mate, her entire body trembling with her emotions, he still throbbing within her at the completion of their lovemaking. She slowly drew back from him, her gray eyes wide. It had been an experience she never desired to share with any other for as long as there was breath in her body. They had connected on such an intimate level, she was almost sure she saw heaven.

“I love you, Tagor of Njada.” she whispered, breathless. She placed her hands on his cheeks. “You complete me in a way I have never experienced before. And I never want to be apart from you again. We are together…always. Don’t ever turn me away again. My heart will break.” A tear leaked from her eyes as she poured her heart out to him.

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
March 22, 2014 07:18AM
Inside Tagor and Ilyra’s Tent

If you are going to do something, you do it right. That is what Tagor and IIyra spent many hours doing in the solitude of their tent. Hour upon hour of love making, that even outdid the patience of those who listened. Their audience dissipating as their constant cries and groans went into a marathon of hours.

When it was all said and done, Tagor rolled his back onto the furs, laying there both covered in sweat and physically exhausted. It was not often that a woman had ever kept Tagor going for hours on end but needless to say it was not only needed, it was very much enjoyed. IIyra had professed her love once more, instilling the fact that she did not want to be turned away ever again. Her heart though strong simply could not take such an event.

Tagor…then and there swore on his life that he would never turn his back on her, and promised to always keep her close physically. Their hearts one, they were now back on track as a couple, though completely exhausted from their tryst.

Tagor sung out for Sharma.

“SHARMA! Tagor….needs….Drink….eat. Mate of Tagor and I hungry.”

Safe to say they both had would need a good meal and some wine after all that.

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
March 22, 2014 07:31AM
Tagor and Ilyra

Hearing her master call for food, Sharma was on her feet in an instant, the platters of food she had sent for earlier still warm upon their dishes. She collected them carefully and brought them inside.

It was hotter then a sauna inside the tent but she did not let that deter her from her duties. She caught a glimpse of her master and mistress upon their furs, their skin gleaming in the firelight with the manifestation of their all-day exertions and she was pleased by this. Ilyra had a contented smile upon her face as she lay within her mate’s arms, one of her legs thrown over his hip and an arm across his chest. The look on Tagor’s face was one of great pride, as if he had done something extraordinary and was celebrating his victory.

It was as it should be between them.

Sharma was not embarassed by the fact that both of them were naked. She could have cared less. She poured mead and dished up food for her charges, bringing them to their side and kneeling before them with her offerings.

“I kept it warm for you, Master, Mistress.” she stated. Ilyra sat up, not bothering to cover herself, as she was beyond such things as modesty, and took her food and drink with a smile of thanks. She waited for Tagor to attend his own meal before Ilyra began to eat. She was famished.

“When do we begin our journey, My Lord to visit the newborn princess?” Ilyra asked as she ate her meal.

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
March 22, 2014 07:40AM
Tagor and Ilyra

Tagor was literally starving. All that effort does drain a man of his….energy. Seeing Sharma enter the tent so quickly and with meals, he could not take the smile from his face. Still glistening in the sweat of his exertions, he looked a right sight. The tent was like a sauna, and no doubt the tent flaps would need to be pulled back to let some of the cool air in.

“I kept it warm for you, Master, Mistress.” 

Kneeling before them Sharma had the hot dishes along with poured mugs of mead. Both Tagor and his mate sat up, though Tagor was still taken in deep by his mate’s beauty. She smelt heavenly even after hours of sex. He nipped at her bare shoulder before taking up the mug of mead and chugging it down like a man….would. He let out a loud “ARRRHHHHHH!” since it quenched his thirst, then gestured for Sharma to refill it, as he took up a morsel of meat. Boy, when he ate and drank, he wasn’t one for table manners. No, this was done right where he had taken his woman. His smile was lopsided, almost still a bit heady from their love making. No doubt this would have amused Sharma, to see her Master so happy…and hungry.

When IIyra started to eat, Tagor pointed to the spare mug for Sharma – he wanted her to join them in this feast. “Sharma…eat with…Tagor and IIyra.” He knew she had been keeping a vigil outside the tent, and he now treated her more like a sister if anything. Another mug of mead and he was happily chugging away, only to then hear IIyra speak of the journey to the newborn Princess. Tagor hadn’t forgotten.

“When Sun rise….we go.”

As simple as that, they would leave at the dawning of the next day, but now…he just wanted to eat his fill.

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
March 22, 2014 07:55AM
Inside the Tent

Tagor didn’t seem to hear Sharma when she stated she had kept their food warm. He was staring at Ilyra, a besotted look on his face, one even Sharma had never seen from him before. Ilyra giggled when he leaned in to nip at her shoulder, pressing a kiss to his head in return before she turned to her meal. Sharma had to hide her face when Tagor downed his drink, smacking his lips and making delighted sounds when he finished or she would have started laughing.

She had never seen Tagor in such a state…and it seemed it was all due to the young woman at his side.

“Sharma…eat with…Tagor and IIyra.”

What?

The request came from nowhere, causing Sharma to freeze in place. Even Ilyra was staring at Tagor in wonder. Sharma looked at Ilyra, wondering if the offer was genuine. Ilyra smiled and nodded the look on her face saying “Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.”

Sharma sat back and dished herself some food, pleased at her master’s offer.

Ilyra asked after their journey and Tagor said they would leave at sunrise the following morning before he returned to his meal. They ate in companionable silence, interspersed with Ilyra and Sharma talking about nothing of great importance but having a conversation between friends.

Ilyra ate her fill and fell to her back with a pleased sigh, lightly rubbing her expanding stomach. Sharma was surprised to see the slight swell of the baby growing. Seeing her look, Ilyra gave a slight smile.

“Elves breed faster then normal people do. Tis hard to explain.”

“How long?” Sharma wondered.

“Hmm…four cycles of the moon**, give or take.” she stated. Sharma’s eyebrows disappeared into her hairline. The women of the village would have been envious to hear that.

“Any ill feelings yet?”

Ilyra shook her head, “Not of yet. It’s rare for us when that happens. Our bodies adapt so quickly to the babe there really isn’t many health effects.” she explained. Sharma nodded. Yep, those women would be so jealous.

**four moon cycles = four months. Ilyra is the equivalent to being a month pregnant.

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
March 22, 2014 08:39PM
The City of Tsumal

The Games of Slaves

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The day of the Games of Slaves had come, with many of the City of Tsumal making their way from every street and thoroughfare to gain entry to the Colosseum of Champions. Regardless of title from the nobles, to the Slave masters, the common people adored these games as much as the Slave masters loved hosting them. Much money and gold would change hands this day, though many a slave would die as entertainment of the masses.

Arriving on a special horse drawn chariot, was none other than Marsala who was dressed in a large robe adorned in gold and silver, his wealth shown off ostentatiously. He had with him two loyal guards, which was not surprising, since he was considered a target by many a merc. But as he rode past the gathering crowds, he waved and smiled for he knew that they were all to pay for this event, and make even more money for him.

Nerboti would be further back, in a special covered carriage that was carried by six muscular slaves – all bronzed and glistening, wearing just small loin cloths and sandals. Behind the veils that shielded her from public gaze, she rode along with a bored expression. She was as always a fixture in her father’s box. One that he liked to show off, but yet to let her marry. He had his reasons of course. A man with a large purse and huge tracks of land to bargain for her. She would die old and barren if he didn’t find one that measured up to his expectations.

Passing through the massive gates the chariot and then the carriage both stopped close to each other, and the Slave Master and his daughter, were led inside by the Colluseum’s officials, whilst the crowds continued to file in. The numbers that were to watch was in the tens of thousands.

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
April 23, 2014 07:26PM
Tagor and IIyra’s tent.

The moment that Tagor had eaten his fill, he asked Sharma to take away their dishes and then prepare the bedding for himself and his fair Ilyra. He had been listening to the two women converse about the pregnancy cycle before he gave Sharma her instructions, and though he didn’t appear to want to get into women’s talk, he was still greatly interested in how his woman would carry their son for far less time than that of Njada.

As soon as Sharma had completed her tasks and prepared the furs he acknowledged her with a nod of the head, well pleased with her efforts. She was good for IIyra and Tagor knew that women folk needed each other just like men needed the commerardery of other men be it in battle or in a social setting.

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When alone, Tagor raised his wife to her feet, and blessed her by kissing the top of her head. She was so much smaller than he and he believed her to be like a delicate flower, even with child. Sure, she was feisty but he wanted her to feel his love.

“We sleep.”

Taking her to the furs, he laid her down so he could lay beside her – spooning into a comfortable position. Every so often he would kiss her neck, or let his coarse hands smooth over her swollen belly. There was no doubt that he loved her a great deal and the comfort from his whole body with hers may help ease her off into sleep.

~The Next Morning~

There was much excitement as a large contingent of the Njada would be making the trek to celebrate the birth of the Princess in the far off land within Noriand. Tagor was up early, inspecting the horses that he would have to ride on the long journey, and of course making sure that the Njada would be in good hands while their leaders were gone. He spoke with his Grandfather early and told him of how much his mate was pleasing him. Ripe with the future leader of the Njada people.

Coming back to the tent, Tagor opened the flap and stared down at his sleeping mate. He gave her the chance to get as much rest as she needed, so that she was fresh and energized for the ride.

“Awaken my heart, Queen of Njada.”

His voice had a deep rich tone, and he already had a sheen across his skin from working so early in the morning. If Sharma came by he would ask her to fetch IIyra some breakfast to help her get ready faster. Another two girls would pack for IIyra so that the horses were ready to start the trek.

Standing a few tents away was Rangor, who had a scowl on his face. He had heard the wild love making of Tagor and his mate and hated every second of it. How he wished he had gotten his chance sooner, but Sharma helped the couple find each other again. Tagor had been avoiding Rangor as well, and so Rangor had to plot in the shadows, having already raped Tagor’s mother and got her to be submissive to his wishes.

Rangor was not going on this trek, for he was not deemed fit as a warrior to protect the leaders. With eyes narrowing into slits, his mind ticked over what he was going to do while Tagor and Ilyra were away.

Needless to say…..they would be in for a shock when they returned.

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
April 23, 2014 07:57PM
Tagor & Ilyra’s Tent

Meal finished, and Ilyra comfortably sleepy, Tagor announced it was time for sleep. They were due to ride early in the morning and they needed to be well rested for the journey ahead. Once their furs were prepared and Sharma was gone, Tagor pulled her to her feet, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“We sleep.”

She agreed, yawning delicately behind her hand. Their all-day activities combined with their meal had made her drowsy. She made no complaints when he spooned up behind her, running rough fingers over the swell of her stomach. Smiling, she rested her hands over his, the last thought in her mind before sleep stole her away was that of their unborn son. He would have his father’s eyes.

~The Next Morning~

Ilyra was still asleep when Tagor woke to start the day. The horses were being prepared and their tents were being packed. The journey would be long, but worth it.

Ilya slowly came awake as Tagor whispered above her.

“Awaken my heart, Queen of Njada.”

She mumbled something, rolling onto her back beneath the furs. Her eyes opened to see him standing above her and she smiled.

“Good morrow, my mate.” she greeted him in her musical voice. Sharma stepped into their tent with her breakfast. Ilyra sat up, accepting the dish she was handed, getting her fill before Sharma helped her dress for the journey.

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Once she was dressed and ready, she followed from their tent, ready to leave. Her horse was waiting for her, ready to go. With her mate’s help, she was placed in the saddle and handed the reigns. She was ready.

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
April 24, 2014 04:56AM
The Njada Village

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With the horses lined up in two long rows that were mounted by both warriors and elders of the Njada, the procession would start off at the blasting of the horn. Under strict instructions, Sharma was to ride as a free woman close to that of IIyra. Many were shocked by this decision made by the Leader Tagor, but he did so in the knowledge that if IIyra had complications along the way that she had a midwife at hand. Tents were packed into carts and towed along behind pack horses, while prize horses for trade and gifts were also part of the long procession.

Tagor rode proudly in front with his second, a striking man named Vagar. He was yet to take a woman, but often had eyes for Sharma. Had she noticed it before? One would wonder as she was often so caught up in her duties.

And so they moved out, leaving behind Tagor’s grandfather in charge of the Njada that remained behind. He stood at the edge of the camp waving them off as he held the ceremonial staff. In behind him, his daughter and Tagor’s mother who was sporting a very nasty looking bruise to her face. Slowly she tried to cover it up, as she slunk back from her father. As she did so, she felt a blade stick its pointed edge into her back. Rangor whispering in her ear.

“You would be foolish to leave now. Stay with your father till I give the word.” Rangor jabbed Thiras with the blade slightly so it made her understand that Rangor had no qualms in sticking it in further should she disobey. Raising her head she swallowed sharply and held her place as Rangor withdrew the blade and sheathed it back in its keep.

“He is my father.” Thiras hissed under her breath, to which Rangor whispered back. “He has to die sometime. What is more fitting is that…you do the honours of sending him to the Gods.”

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Thiras gritted her teeth and trembled with rage and fear as Rangor smirked in behind her. Everything was going to plan.

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The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP] 10) – Mirari : The Forest of Ashes.

16 Sunday Mar 2014

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
March 14, 2014 09:58PM
Tagor and Ilyra’s Tent

The tent flap spread open and a man stepped inside. From what she could see of him, his build was slightly smaller then Tagor’s. He was dark-complected and his hair was loose upon his head. His body was riddled with scars of battle, a testament to his status as a warrior of the Njada people.

He stopped a few feet from her and knelt down upon a knee before her, head bowed in respect.

“My name is Rangor, Ilyra of Njada.” His voice was very deep, but there was a hardness to it, unlike Tagor’s. “I come to pay honor to you and your unborn son.” He finished his introduction and waited.

“Tis a pleasure to meet one of Njada’s finest warriors, Rangor of Murtga. Please rise.” Ilyra smiled, giving nothing away. Her senses were screaming at her not to trust this man. She had learned over the years to trust those senses as it alerted her to when her masters were displeased. “What may the mate of Tagor and her servant do for you this day?”

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
March 14, 2014 10:06PM
Tagor and Ilyra’s Tent

Rangor rose up to standing as he was given the permission to do so. The mate of Tagor smiled warmly, but when Ragnor’s eyes flickered to that of Sharma, he got the feeling that the slave was not showing due respect to the warrior. He would deal with her later, but for now he concentrated on his target – IIyra. Keeping his arms to his side, hands open to show he was not holding anything that can be deemed a threat, he paid heed to her question in regards to how she might be able to do for him that day.

The warrior spoke in a monotone and addressed her with respect.

“One of my mare’s gave birth to a fine foal, that I wish for you to see. It would honor me to present this foal to you and your unborn son, to be trained to be the future ride of your child.”

He was offering a gift, which was not totally unheard of when it came to their horses. When good breeding takes place and a foal of worth is born from good lineage, they are reserved for the higher members of the Njada. Nothing was more beautiful than to see a young foal frolic with it’s mother.

“Would IIyra of Njada care to see this creature?” He asked, hoping she would say yes.

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
March 14, 2014 10:11PM
“One of my mare’s gave birth to a fine foal, that I wish for you to see. It would honor me to present this foal to you and your unborn son, to be trained to be the future ride of your child. Would IIyra of Njada care to see this creature?”

If there was one thing Ilyra was fond of, it was horses. And Njada horses were simply beautiful creatures, her own included.

“This is acceptable to me, Rangor. I would be honored to see your foal. I’m sure it would make a fine horse for my child. Thank you for your offer.” Ilyra nodded, getting to her feet. Sharma joined her, determined not to let the two of them be alone at any time. She had not been able to protect her mistress and friend once before. She was not going to let it happen again and the way Rangor was looking at her set her teeth on edge.

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
March 14, 2014 10:20PM
Leaving Tagor and IIyra’s Tent

Rangor stepped back to allow IIyra and Sharma to leave the tent first, before he pivoted on his right foot to follow them. On reaching the outside of the tent, he gestured toward the chorale, which was to the right of the settlement. In a special paddock that had been fenced off by Rangor for his own horses and breeders, you could see that he was speaking the truth. A beautiful mare was feeding on the lush grasses, while a young foal, who was barely a day old, was jumping and skittering around it’s mother playfully, every so often stopping for a feed, then off again till settling in a place in the grass.

It truly was an adorable foal, that would melt the heart of any horse lover. The mare was still of a size from the birth, and the father was one of the leading breed stallions. Rangor leaned on the fence rung and waited to hear IIyra’s reaction to the foal and it’s mother.

“My gift.” Rangor said simply.

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
March 14, 2014 10:23PM
Ilyra was entranced with the new foal, her winter gray eyes wide in appreciation. Rangor had been speaking true. His skill with breeding was there for her to see.

“He is a beautiful animal, Rangor. You should be proud.” Ilyra nodded, gracing the warrior with a small smile. “Does he have a name? For a horse of Njada should carry a strong name.”

“Yes, it should.” Sharma stated from her place at Ilyra’s side.

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
March 14, 2014 10:27PM
Leaving Tagor and IIyra’s Tent

The foal was barely a day old, and this is where Rangor became devious. He simply turned his head to her, when IIyra asked if the foal had a name, and that if it were to have one, that it should be a strong name. Rangor’s expression softened, and then uttered.

“I thought it would be nice for you to name it, since it is to carry your Son.”

Now, what would she say to that?

“You have seen the horse’s playfulness, it’s will for life. Perhaps you can think of something…strong.”

Rangor was appealing to her sense of goodness and fun. This was more or less letting her have say over the horse from this moment on. Rangor would see to it, that the foal was fed and trained appropriately till such time her son could ride.

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
March 14, 2014 10:39PM
Ilyra watched the little foal as it frolicked about his mother’s legs before darting off to nibble some grass then moved off to find a spot in the warm sun to nap. He was only settled for a few moments before he was up and off to run about once more. Yes…he would make a fine horse for her son.

“Sargtlin” she stated. She turned her gray eyes on Rangor. “In the language of my people, it means ‘Little Warrior’. He looks like he’ll make a fine war horse.” Ilyra nodded, looking back at the foal, who was now nursing at his mother’s teat.

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
March 14, 2014 10:46PM
Leaving Tagor and IIyra’s Tent

“Then that it is what the foal shall be. Sargtlin.” Rangor said firmly, as he went back to watching the foal, along with IIyra. But as they were watching, little did they realize that Tagor was coming up behind them. Seeing her out with another warrior, even with the slave Sharma in attendance, did nothing to settle Tagor’s jealousy.

“Rangor…what is this?”

Clearly, Tagor had not been told of the gift of the foal, and his dark eyes narrowed as he folded his arms. Perfect~ Rangor thought as he turned and made a gesture with his arm to his chest to show respect.

“My mare foaled and I have given it to your mate. A gift to honor your son.” Rangor said, knowing Sharma and IIyra would be listening. Tagor didn’t like the idea of gifts being given without word to him, or even being asked. For Tagor was going to do the same thing, only his mare had not yet foaled.

Rangor went on to say. “Mate of Tagor has even chosen the name. Sargtlin. It means in her language, “Little Warrior”.” Oh Rangor was a wiley bastard. Once the name was given, there could be no giving it back. The seeds planted, Rangor dismissed himself, walking off with a dark chuckle knowing that this was not going to go down well….at all.

Tagor looked to IIyra and said. “You named it? Why?”

Yep, he was upset.

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
March 14, 2014 10:59PM
Rangor’s Horse Corral

Rangor agreed to the name of the foal and they stood to watch him for a moment more before there was another interruption to Ilyra’s day – a welcome one, depending on how you looked at it.

“Rangor…what is this?” Tagor’s voice spoke behind them. Ilyra turned, a smile on her face, that was until she saw the expression on his. He did not look happy.

“My mare foaled and I have given it to your mate. A gift to honor your son. Mate of Tagor has even chosen the name. Sargtlin. It means in her language, “Little Warrior”.” Rangor explained. Rangor removed himself after a few moments of silence, yet Tagor only had eyes for Ilyra.

She was a bit uncomfortable under his regard and wondered why that was. His arms were crossed and he looked very imposing and unapproachable.

“You named it? Why? he asked. She frowned slightly.

“I was asked to. He presented the foal as a gift for our son. Was I to say no to such a gift? That would have been rude.” she stated. Seeing they were beginning to have an audience, Ilyra turned away from him and walked back to their tent. If he wanted to have an argument with her about a horse, they would do so privately.

Tagor and Ilyra’s Tent

Sharma followed along with her mistress into the tent where Ilyra waited for Tagor to appear. She was angry and agitated.

“Sharma, I wish to speak to my mate alone.”

“I will await you outside, My Lady.” Sharma bowed, moving to stand outside the tent so the two could speak alone.

Ilyra looked at Tagor, a frown marring her delicate features. It looked so out of place on her, it was quite striking.

But now that she had her freedom, she was going to exercise her right to speak her mind. He had treated her shabbily in the last week and she was going to find out why. His reasonings for the horse be damned.

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
March 14, 2014 11:07PM
Tagor and Ilyra’s Tent

Tagor was not happy, at all. For one, he never trusted Rangor’s motives especially when it came to gifting a foal that was worth far more in trade than to be given to IIyra’s son. Marching into the tent after IIyra, Sharma was asked to leave so that IIyra could speak to him privately. Oh this was just making things worse. That was HIS job to order the slaves. What had gotten into IIyra? Was this all steemed from his lack of attention? Couldn’t she see he was trying to protect her from himself and his urges?

Now seeing her in this annoyed state, she looked all the more ravishing. Damn her to bits. He folded his arms indignantly, like he was waiting for her to apologize…but, you could probably guess that she had no intention of doing that.

“Tagor..angry!”

Big bad words from the Njada leader.

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
March 14, 2014 11:14PM
Ilyra snorted. He was angry? She was the one who had every right to be angry – at him no less. And she decided to tell him so.

“You’re angry? If anything, I am the one who should be angry with you!” She paced away from him. “You have denied me your company and touch for almost fourteen eves. Have I displeased you in some way? If so, I wish you would tell me for I feel like you no longer want me as your mate. If that is your wish, then replace the bindings upon me and mark me as your slave once more. But make no mistake – I will no longer allow you to deny me.”

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March 14, 2014 11:22PM
Tagor and IIyra’s tent

Not in all the time that they had been together, had IIyra EVER spoken to Tagor like this. It was simply unheard of, and in fact, it scared him. He stood there shell shocked, as she seemed to think that he didn’t want her. That couldn’t be further from the truth. He wanted her so bad it pained him both physically and emotionally, but he feared he would hurt the unborn child. Being…well, big as he was.

The part that really drove the knife in and twisted was about replacing her slave bindings, and mark her as a slave. There was no way in merry hell he would ever do that to her. Why couldn’t she understand his actions, his reasons? Why were they even fighting to begin with? Everything had been so perfect, right up to the point where he…..oooh. The penny started to drop with the large Njada male and he hated to admit that maybe he was wrong. Very wrong. His jealousy came out from his desire of her, and seeing her standing happily with Rangor only awoke the green giant within him.

“IIyra…mate…ugh.” He was having trouble expressing himself, not that he was ever really articulate. He raked his hand back over his head, trying to explain himself…about why he hadn’t touched her….then…he showed her.

He unceremoniously dropped his pants, revealing a massive erection…enough to make a woman faint.

“Tagor…too big…for…IIyra and son…” He stammered, a pink flush coming to his cheeks. He thought he would hurt his unborn child. The poor man.

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
March 14, 2014 11:45PM
He stood there, shell-shocked that she would snap back at him. She’d never asserted herself before, and it was a liberating feeling.

His mouth opened and closed several times and garbled words tried to find purchase in the air between them, but between his anger and frustration he couldn’t seem to do so. He raked a hand back over his head before making a decision that would leave her stunned.

He dropped his pants, revealing a massive erection and a bewildered look upon his face.

“Tagor…too big…for…IIyra and son…” He stammered, waving a hand at himself.

The look on his face was so comical, Ilyra had to turn away, slapping a hand over her mouth to keep from giggling out loud.

Once she got herself under control, she turned to face him.

“Husband…mate…do you not recall how I became ripe with your child? I do not think your size was an issue at the time.” she tried to remind him. “And not once did I complain about your…considerable…attributes.” She let her gaze roam downward without any shame.

“Am I not mate of proud Njada Warrior? Am I not mate of fierce Njada Chieftan? Am I not strong Njada woman?” she demanded, striking her chest with a fist as she gave him a hard stare. “Am I your slave or am I your mate? You need to choose, for no longer shall I be denied your touch. Or do you wish others to taste what you so covet?”

She spoke true, having witnessed many men of the Njada slaking their lusts upon other women of the tribe, whether they were mated or not. She would never do such a thing to Tagor, for she loved him with her whole heart and soul, but neither would she allow him to shove her to the side, thinking he needed to protect her from himself.

“It pains my heart you would place so little faith in me…in us…” she frowned, angry all over again. “Tis like you are shamed of me, our child and our bond.”

She was speaking from her heart, hoping to get her point across. Tagor was a proud man…but he had gotten himself a proud and fierce woman for his mate. She had seen and done things in her life that would scare the most fierce of warriors and had come out stronger for it.

A massive…attribute…was nothing to her. And she was sure it would not harm the babe she carried.

She had seen similar actions taking place when her mother was large and swollen with her sister. If her cries of passionate joy were to be believed, her father lavished her mother with all the love she could stand…and then some.

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
March 15, 2014 12:06AM
Tagor and IIyra’s tent

Have you ever really seen a woman fly off the handle, and act…well, like they were the dominant one? Beating her chest, questioning her mate’s motives, his actions? Putting him on trial for failure to treat her as the woman and mate that she was. She was not wanting to be wrapped in furs and stuck in a corner till she gave birth. She was a proud Njada who wanted to experience everything, just as she had done from the moment she had been taken from the Slave markets. If you think that this parade of her fury would dampen Tagor’s libido…well, if anything it made him all the more rigid. In fact, he was practically twitching, even showing drops of pre. IIyra’s voice had carried so far, that practically half the village was listening…especially Rangor and Sharma. This was like a soap opera, but the question was, would Tagor be sent packing? Was he going to man up and be the proud Njada warrior that took her to the furs and rutted her senseless?

“Tis like you are shamed of me, our child and our bond.” 

Oh..when this was said, something inside Tagor snapped…literally. He thundered over and unceremoniously placed (yes, placed not threw) her on the furs on all fours. He ripped off his leather vest and then knelt down behind her, his shaft practically ready to explode.

“Tagor…no..shame IIyra…IIyra…MATE!”

And with that, he gripped her hips without warning and forced the head of his engorged cock deep inside her, whether she was ready for it or not. This was the start of some…serious…and I mean, serious hard fucking, that would have her see stars..the moon…possibly Uranus.

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March 15, 2014 07:17AM
He stared at her, incredulous, for a moment before he stomped toward her. For her part, she did not flinch away from him, for she knew she would come to no harm by his hand. He grabbed her and positioned her upon their furs before he knelt behind her, removing his breeches as he did so.

“Tagor…no..shame IIyra…IIyra…MATE!”

He grabbed her hips and without warning, he forced his thick shaft into her. She gasped out loud at the tight burn before her body succumbed to his wishes, her womanly juices aiding in his endeavours. But he gave her no time to catch her breath, beginning a hard series of thrust that caused her eyes to close and a loud cry of passion to ease from her mouth.

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Outside the tent, where she was standing guard, Sharma’s eyes sparkled in amusement and she silently cheered Ilyra on for making her mate see sense in denying them both their couples pleasures. She saw a few of the other Njada women covering their mouths and whispering to each other, small smiles on their faces. It wasn’t often something could break through their leader’s hard-won control and it looked like an outsider, a Winter Elf, one he’d taken as his mate had done just that.

Even a few of the men folk were cheering on their leader as he took his mate. They could hear his loud grunts of pleasure and her cries of delight from where they stood. There was no such thing as discretion in their village. Tagor’s actions solidified his position as their Chieftan, one they were proud to follow.

Rangor would most likely have a very difficult time with whatever he was planning at this rate.

Back inside the tent, Ilyra was giving as good as she was getting, pushing back against Tagor as he thrust forward, her fingers gripped tightly into the furs beneath her hands. Her slickness slipped down her thighs as he took her from behind and she moaned his name, begging for more, begging him to mark her and claim her and do whatever he liked to her in a very loud voice.

She would deny him nothing.

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
March 15, 2014 07:39AM
Tagor and IIyra’s tent

What Tagor failed to realize was that his lovemaking coupled with the cries of his mate; IIyra was now so loud that it was amplified beyond the interior of the tent. Slaves, Warriors…hell even the elderly came out and stood listening to the chorus cries of passion that were coming from the Njada leader’s tent. Why…it was enough to make Chuck Norris even give the thumbs up.

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The week of denial of sexual favour had left Tagor so incredibly horny that the moment he entered IIyra, he roared with his insatiable need. If only he could see the face that she was making, it was enough to either make him laugh or get rather angry. IIyra was bucking back as hard as he was giving it to her, which surprised him. She must have felt the same as her, and now he realized he had been going about protecting her all wrong. Pregnant winter elves WANT sex, not to be shelved for fear of being broken by their Lover’s shaft. One thing was safe to say – their baby was getting one hell of a rocking session.

Tagor pulled back for a moment, and then reached for her shoulders, to bring her up and then turn to face him. His mammoth length was still engorged and dripping with her sex as well as his own pre. Tagor’s chest was rising and falling fast and she would be able to see the determination on his face. He had overcome his fear of hurting her, but wanted to see her face as he made love to her. She had cried that she wanted to be marked again as his love…his only.

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Tagor lifted her and brought her into an embrace, so that their faces were inches apart. He lent in to kiss, but nipped at her bottom lip, tugging it. Pulling it back. His hands reached around to pick her up by her rounded globes and place her upon his waiting member, so they were once again joined – coupled. She should be able to see by the look in his eyes, the absolute love he had for her and their child. He was ready to admit he was wrong, by showing her he could take her now, and bring her to the fulfillment she craved. Slowly he raised and lowered her upon his glistening shaft, while nipping at her chin, her neck and then to her ear.

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The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP] (9) – Mirari : The Forest of Ashes.

16 Sunday Mar 2014

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
March 10, 2014 06:49PM
When she was set aside, clearly she thought she’d done something wrong. He had directed her to rest before he strode from the tent.

She frowned, wondering what had just happened. He hadn’t even looked at her before he left. Had she displeased him in some way?

The Elven woman was further confused when two slaves entered her tent to tell her they were there to care for her for the rest of the evening.

“Where is Tagor?” Ilyra asked with some trepidation.

“He is with the other men, my Lady.” the one known as Clerah stated. The frown never left Ilyra’s face as she moved to do as she was bid.

———-

And so set the tone for the next seven days. Not once did Tagor lay with her and it was a frustration to Ilyra to be so close and yet he felt far removed from her.

It was during this time that Sharma returned to her side and Ilyra was pleased to see her friend up and about once more. She had missed their talks. Ilyra had requested they go for a bath now that the waters had been removed of the taint of the dead and corrupt.

The two women gathered their things and headed off together. She really needed some advice.

They chatted about nothing of consequence for some time before she brought up the subject she really wanted to talk about.

“Sharma?”

“Hmmm?”

“How does one go about enticing a man?” Ilyra asked hesitantly, a blush fusing her cheeks. Sharma looked at her, eyes wide with surprise.

“What brought this on?”

“Tagor has not lain with me in nearly 7 days. He holds me when we sleep or he sleeps on the other side of our tent. He will not touch me. Some days he doesn’t even look at me. I don’t know what to think.”

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
March 10, 2014 07:21PM
The City of Tsumal

The Dining Hall

As always Lord Marsala liked to entertain nightly, those traders and guests of nobility that dared to accept his banquet invites. With such rich and sumptuous foods, along with exotic dancers that are tempting to the eye and groin, one would not want to miss this nightly ritual for the world.

As instructed a tailor had made an outfit for the sell sword known as Chavek and provided it for his use, so that he was able to at least look the part when he arrived.

Nerboti was already seated at her father’s table, though she bore a dull expression with the usual fare and same old slaves that she had used and abused over time. Picking at a plate of dates, she wrinkles up her nose as the parade of well wishers from another country bring in a ceremonial cooked beast to present to the powerful Slave Master.

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“We from Ardentia…are honored for your invite and this stuffed boar is for your enjoyment.”

Lord Marsala rose to standing and clapped his hands twice.

“Wine…song…dance. Make merry..hahahaha.”

The crowd erupted as the musicians played an uplifting beat. Some of the more noteable guards from the royal castle were enjoying having pleasure slaves on their laps, as Marsala picked up a turkey leg and took a bite out of it.

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
March 10, 2014 09:33PM
-Ivan walked into dining hall wearing the suit that was made for him. He felt very uncomfortable in it, it was not what he was use to. He looked around and almost everything he saw made his blood boil, how could people live like this and treat others like this. He sighed again and keep going. As he got there Crytek came up to him-“Ah the man of the hour please this way”

-Crytek took him to the table and sat him right next to Marsala-“Lord Marsala, sir Chavek is here”-Ivan sits down and bows his head-“Lord Marsala, it is an honor to see you again”-He saw Nerboti and looked away, he wanted her and he knew she wanted him, but one he had a job to do, and two he wanted to play hard get-

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March 10, 2014 11:15PM
The City of Tsumal

The Dining Hall

The Slave Master’s face was flush from having had many wines before the banquet had begun, and slurred his words as he fell back in his fur covered chair. Ripping the hand of some un co-operative pleasure slave to sit on his lap as he slobbered over a turkey leg, he gave the newly arrived Chavek the once over.

“Eat…boy!” Marsala boomed, as he licked the slave’s face and left a large drool mark on her cheek. His breath must have been disgusting, and with his added bulk and sweat, it is the last place any woman would want to be. But under the threat of death, the pleasure slave smiled weakly. If only he knew what she was thinking.

All around, the laughter and noise was deafening, as Chavek would probably be sickened and horrified by the antics of these Slave owners and high nobles. They acted far worse than any common folk that was for sure. Drunken slobs. The only one that seemed to have any decorum was in fact Nerboti, who had barely touched the food or drink. She kept her back rigid and any soldier or guard that came near her, even in a drunken stupor were sent packing by her wicked stare.

Nerboti saw the stolen glance, and how he turned his head away from her. That’s right, already rejected her once. She clawed at her chair, unseen by those she sat beside. Little did Chavek realize, but she was as much a slave to this house as the others – only she wasn’t sold off for favors….yet.

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March 11, 2014 11:37PM
-Ivan watched as he ate looking for anything that might be of use later on, anyone who he could get any information from. Most peoples minds were wide open when they got drunk it would not be hard for him to read a few minds here and there after the feast. As he looked around a pleasure was brought to him by Crytek-“Chavek for your use tonight, one of our finest pleasure slaves we have.” The slave was a eleven girl dressed enough only to cover private places, her black hair and pale skin told him she was a high elf.-

-She sat down in his lap and wrap her arms around his neck-“Enjoy her boy she is yours till you leave Tsumal”-Crytek said with a big smile-“Do with her as you please, just don’t do to much damage she is a favorite of many here-Crytek walked over to his seat and the slave began to kiss Ivans neck. Ivan gave a fake smile like he enjoyed it. Out of the corner of his eyes he could see Nerboti watching and the anger in her eyes.

-Ivan cleared his mind and began to looked around again, he spotted several guards he could get info from easily, and some Lords as well, he would have to disguise himself when he did but that was no problem for him. After awhile the slave stopped kissing and just sat their with her arms still around his neck. He could tell she was waiting for him to tell her to do something, he knew that he had to do something so he grabed a bowl of cherries and handed it to her, it was all she needed as she began to feed him the cherries.

-Oh there was going to be hell to pay after all this and Ivan was going to be the one to collect when it came time. As the slave feed him the cherries he looked over to Marsala just incase he wanted to say something to him, but when he did he locked eyes with Nerboti again-

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
March 13, 2014 06:16PM
The City of Tsumal

The Dining Hall

The Slave Master had finally eaten his full, if one could believe that, and pushed the pleasure slave from his lap with such a heavy hand that she fell to the floor. Knowing better than to stay in a heap there, she crawled away as the rotund slave Master rose to his feet.

“Now all of you have enjoyed my foods and wines, I bring to your attention the Games.”

This brought a rousing cheer from those seated at the long tables. The Games were a highlight of the Summer season, and one of the things that had brought the Slave Master much wealth. With the deafening noise of rabble rousing, the Slave Master waved his hands to bring the gathered to silence.

“Many other Slavers have brought their best and finest to fight, and we shall show them that this city of Tsumal has many a hardened Gladiator to fight theirs. I urge you all to attend…and be sure to bring those hefty purses. The betting starts at the hour before the midday sun reaches it’s peek.”

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So that was it. The Slave Master’s main source of income was the Games – a fierce show of Gladiators and slaves fighting to the death. Those that had traveled far to attend had their fighters locked in the under ground pits of the stadium. If it was one thing Nerboti enjoyed it was watching the wholesome slaughter of man and beast at these events. She got a grand ringside seat and was able to wear her best dresses as she was presented as though royalty.

As Chavek was being fed cherries by the elven pleasure slave, Lord Marsala clapped eyes on the sell sword, and pointed his chubby digit at him. “Say you will be there at the Games. I reserve you a place at the box…unless you wish to fight one of the prize warriors….hmm?” He asked with an arched eyebrow.

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
March 13, 2014 09:23PM
-down in the cells below the arena it smelled like bile, shit, piss, and death. It was the most rancid smell of death, the kind of smell that came off a person that was still alive but only barely so. The guards that kept the slaves in check provided them food, while the gladiators, the one’s that would slaughter them all, were kept in better condition, they had to look there best for the slaughter.

The slaves shouted, some whimpered, many were men if not all were men, all varying ages all of different races and sizes, and many were picked because they would at least survive long enough to make it interesting. Some where even now being dressed in crude armor and showed how to use a sword with basic skill.

In the last cell far on the end, a young male sat huddled in the corner. Four others shared his cell, one was a older man, sold by his master into this battle arena as he reached the prime of his use, his master was planning on betting him to lose. The other was a female, one of the very rare few down here, she was of amazonian quality with reptilian features, she wasn’t a desirable pleasure slave, and her hulking size made her useless as a servant. This was her place now, and she probably stood the best chance of becoming a gladiator one day. The other was a man in his prime, but, he had no skill in fighting, he had already resignation him self to be fodder, or a shield, to give others a chance long enough to live, just a little bit more.

Then there was the two young boys, a sandy blonde beauty, elf by all appearances, how he had ended up here was a mystery he was usually what they wanted in the houses, tending to the lords lady, or the lord as a page. He was huddled protectively beside the other young boy, they both looked as about the age of 15 or 16 years old. The boy had dark black hair, he also had pointed ears like the elf boy, but the edges of the ears were covered in a fine dusting of fur. His eyes as he glanced around in fear were a strange aqua color, though they appeared as normal as everyone else eyes, the iris rippled around the narrowed feline pupils.

He had a long ebony cat tail that curled under his legs that he tucked in tightly against his chest in hopes of protecting himself as much as possible. The elf boy had his arms wrapped around his head rubbing his scalp gently in calming circles, the elf boy was determined that the two of them would survive. Even though they were both slaves, it was a secret between the two, that the cat’s real master, was the elf boy and always would be.

“don’t worry Emser, we’ll get through this…don’t we always,”the elf boy said glaring at the guards that peaked into the cell to check on them, some were expecting the old man to kill over before the games even started.

“Tyom,” Emser the cat-boy whispered softly, “this is different Tyom….they aren’t going to let us live, Tyom, I won’t be able to save us,” he said his voice braking into a sob.

The man across from them snorted, “you two act like fucking pansy…be a man….take out as many as you can while your still alive,” he said sounding probably harsher then he had meant it to be, it was his attempt that he was trying to comfort them.

The woman just smiled, she had her own plans and that included killing the slaves as much as the gladiators, “why bother, you’ll be dead the moment you exit the gates,” she said.

Tyom hissed mimicing Emser if he had any reaction, “you don’t know us, you don’t know what Emser can really do….they were stupid taking us,” he retorted.

There was a roar outside, the five in there cell glanced upward towards the ceilings, and knew that the games would soon begin, each participant had there own resolve, there own plans to survive, and many, were hoping this would be the final days of there slavery, in more ways then one.-

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
March 14, 2014 09:33PM
Njada Lands – Outside Tagor’s tent

The Njada leader was spending time away from his pregnant mate. Not because it was what he wanted to do, far from it. It was due to the fact that he believed that while she was in this state of pregnancy, that to force himself upon her may do unknown damage to the unborn future son of Tagor. The Njada were a very proud and sexually active group of men, and to not be able to lay with IIyra…was hurting him more than she could have ever imagined. To stop himself from being put into a situation where he found it hard to hold back his primal urges, he spent more time with the men folk, and less time with IIyra. He loved her probably more than ever, but he was being typical of a Njada male.

But one man noticed this. Rangor. The young warrior who had raped Tagor’s mother, in a bid to get her favour (oddly) and help him secure a place as the leader of the Njada. He watched as Tagor left the tent again, after not having slept with his woman, and he eaves dropped on the conversation between Sharma and IIyra. So…she wanted to know how to make a man bend to her will, did she? This had him smirk deviously, as he waited a moment, and then approached the tent entrance, before asking permission to enter.

“Son of Murtga, wishes to pay homage to mate of Tagor.”

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March 14, 2014 09:40PM
Tagor and Ilyra’s tent

As the two women were returning from their bath, Sharma was explaining to Ilyra on how to get Tagor to place his attentions back on his mate when their conversation was interrupted.

“Son of Murtga, wishes to pay homage to mate of Tagor.” came a deep voice from outside the tent. Ilyra looked at Sharma in confusion.

“Who is he?”

“He is one of Njada’s fiercest warriors besides Tagor himself.” Sharma stated out loud. But she leaned in close so that she would not be overheard. “Be wary of him, my lady. There have been whispers that he covets other Njada mates.”

Ilyra nodded, but decided to reserve judgement for herself.

“You may enter.” Ilyra stated in a kind voice.

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
March 14, 2014 09:48PM
Tagor and Ilyra’s tent

Rangor smiles to himself and then wipes that away as he enters the tent flap, seeing the slave Sharma there along with the very beautiful IIyra. She is up close the beauty that many a man has whispered behind Tagor’s back. Taking a few steps in, he goes down to kneel on one knee and bows his head, as she is viewed as a high woman of the Njada.

“My name is Rangor, Ilyra of Njada. I come to pay honor to you and your unborn son.”

He did not rise from his position until she had given word. This was all part of his plan. Get in close to IIyra and start to plant seeds of doubt into her mind about Tagor and his intentions. The part that he was tickled about, was how Tagor was behaving with his woman – denying sexual acts due to her pregnant state. That would probably have the mate of Tagor yearning, and so ripe to pluck. Rangor watched and observed women closely, you could say it was a strong held fascination with how they ticked. To understand your prey, was how one went to conquer them. He had such terrible designs on what he wanted to do, but for now, he would play the part of the dutiful warrior and Njada male.

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The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP] (8) – Mirari : The Forest of Ashes.

15 Saturday Mar 2014

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
March 01, 2014 08:47AM
Outside Tagor and IIyra’s tent

Little did Thiras know that she was being watched. A young warrior, whose name was Rangor who had high aspirations of becoming a leader in his own right knew of the altercation between the matriarch and the leader; Tagor. Seeing her now, watching through a gap in the tent flap of the Leader had him smirk to himself, as he strolled across to where she was crouched. He was like a shadow almost, and he bent down and whispered;

“If Tagor catch you….he would drag you for fifty miles.” His voice filled with menace as Thiras was startled at being caught. “Gah…young fool. Get away from me.” Clearly she was not having a good day, not that Rangor cared. He wiggled his finger suggestively and she huffed as she rose up and followed him to a place between two tents. The warrior was not the most handsome of Njada. An injury that he sustained in one battle, had left him with a large scar across his right cheek, and it was disfiguring to say the least. But he was well known with his talent for pleasing women, and not just slaves. Many a wife had secretly laid with the young buck, when the other warriors were away. He used his handicap to his advantage, and also was sharp of mind and knew how to manipulate.

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“So..you have denounced your claim as mother to Tagor?” Rangor asked, knowing the answer full well. “And yet…you watch them on the furs?” Your current lover not giving you enough of a thrill?’ He bore a wicked grin, as Thrias rounded on him. “You…ask too many questions.” She practically spat, as he simply cocked his head, and then reached out to caress her left breast in a shocking move that would have her gasp. “Still ripe…after two sons? My, how I would love to taste your milk, Thiras, I bet it is so rich…like you.” Thiras slapped his hand away, as he was daring to touch a high bred woman such as herself, but she could not deny that it didn’t excite her.

“What do you want?” Thiras asked, knowing he was up to no good. Instead of answering her, he took her hand and led her into his own tent, where there was more privacy. Closing the flap, he then rounded on her. “I want…what every man dreams. To be the leader of the Njada.” At this, Thiras laughed. What an absurd notion. “Tagor would never renounce his leadership. He holds it with an iron grip, like he does that woman.” Thiras had a point, but then Rangor came in close to her and rolled out the charm.

“Then we need to find a way to GET him to let go.” Thiras started to back up as Rangor gripped her arm and threw her down on the furs. She scrambled as he then dropped down on his knees and pushed her back onto the ground. The look on his face was one of pure hatred and lust. “Your going to help me…but first, I am going to teach you a lesson in submission. Much easier to control a woman, who knows her place.”

From the outside of the tent, you could hear the pained cries of Thiras…but those passing thought it was just a reluctant slave, not the mother of the Njada leader. Rangor was savage…brutal as he raped her repeatedly, till she would no longer refuse him…and his dreams of the leadership.

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
March 01, 2014 04:55PM
-Ivan looked at Magarsa, hiding the anger in his eyes-” I am Chavek,my Lord, I was hired on a few days ago to help guard the slaves at they were brought to you”-Ivan said as he bowed his head. Lucky Ivan had been taught how to read minds my Tempest, a blood mage and friend to the cats, he knew enough about the guard whos place he took to be him for a short time.

“It was my honor to help you my lord”-I van said again not looking up. One of the other guards came back and too a knee-“He is a sell sword we picked up on the way here when one of the other guards was killed in an accident my lord, we have yet to pay him”

-Ivan still had his head bowed not saying a word, and fighting every urge to kill the man where he stood, every word out of Magarsas mouth made his blood boil with anger, he also knew he had to find a way to the elf from the sentence that was given to him-

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
March 01, 2014 06:15PM
The city of Tsumal

Carrying the whip; an artifact passed down from father to son to control the slaves, Magarsa observed his savior. A man by the name of Chavek. A sell sword. The Slave Master was impressed not only by his speed in taking care of the Elf assassin, but also the fact he stood before the Master unwavering. Many showed fear when they were in the presence of the great one. Magarsa had a history of being violent and unpredictable, even to his most loyal guards.

He approached Chavek, getting a better look at the man, while one of the other guards went about to tell the tale of how he came to be in the employ of the Slave Master. Magarsa held a stiff upper lip as he swatted his own hand with the whip, and took in all that was said. Chavek had his head bowed, as the guard explained that they had yet to pay the man for his service. Already he had performed above and beyond expectation, and he decided that Chavek would be rewarded.

“Crytek…give this man a bag of silver, and show him to the feasting room. Assign him a pleasure slave and a room for the night.”

The Slave Master was being more than generous, in the eyes of the other guards, as he turned to leave the Slave driver to take the remaining chained slaves from the room. Crytek approached Chavek and said. “This way. You have been blessed by the Gods. Magarsa is not normally one to grant such a reward.”

All the while, the Slave Master’s daughter watched, as the new guard was led away to enjoy a sumptuous meal.

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March 01, 2014 07:10PM
-Ivan stood there wanting to rip Magarsas throat out and watch him bleed to death on the floor, even more so as he swatted the whip. Every second in the presence of this vile man made his skin crawl and his hair stand on end. He took a deep breathe and waited.

“Crytek…give this man a bag of silver, and show him to the feasting room. Assign him a pleasure slave and a room for the night.” 

-He took another sigh as he said this and watched as he walked away. He followed Crytek saying a small prayer to the closest great cat to save the young elf from his fate. After he looked to his left and meet the slaves daughters eyes. He locked eyes with her until they turned a corner. He again sighed but this time it was something diffrant, why did she have this effect on him?-

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
March 01, 2014 08:11PM
Noriand High in the Sky

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-high in the sky lounging lazily on a puffy little white cloud laid a man twirling one of his long black braids. He looked pretty bored, and was humming a lovely song well, that the considered lovely. With a flick of his wrist he casted a simple illusion spell to give him some back up singers, and before long the magic had its own mind and an orchestra had joined in and there was a audience dancing and singing along.

He laughed softly to himself it sounded more like a giggle, well, he couldn’t decide. Instead he turned over and looked down at the ground far below him. The spell was gone in a puff of smoke and mist and the magic of the moment was gone. By the way he hadn’t stopped laughing.

“oh the things one can do to subdue boredom momentarily,” he said out loud, “right you are friend, by the way, It seems there’s a incoming message,” he responded back to himself, as if two people were there.

“oh a message, who can it be, the tree’s, the sky…or is it one of my lovely daughters or handsome sons,” the man asked, “oh there is always messages from them, one is from your grand daughter in law, you have a great grandchild now…and the other message, it’s from a young cat, seems he’s needs someone to save a poor elf,” he responded.

He turned over on his back again and crossed his arms behind his head and thought for a moment. Ah, did he really want to, of the details he picked out from the message, it was a man who tried to kill a evil soul, and he was to be dunked in honey and left in the wild to be eaten alive. Well that was just silly, if they had tied him to a post and cut him open it would have the same desired result. Tapping his finger against his lips he sighed.

His children would tare him a new asshole if he didn’t do the elf a favor, maybe he could take him to Mirari, or Kalio…or…oh he knew just where to take him! He bring him to the safest brothel in Roshawn and pay him a night’s stay, that keep him out of trouble and get himself a little fun as well hehehe!

He rolled him self off the cloud and fell from the sky faster and faster until he opened his jet black wings and took off at a lazy pace.

The Desert outside of Tsumal

The Elven man had accepted his fate in tears, he was uncomfortable and sticky and there were knotes forming in his stomach. He was dragged through the sand by two of the guards as he had long ago lost his will to walk.

They were carrying him to a post that was stuck in the sand, he wasn’t the only one that seemed to have suffered this fate. A pile of bones a bit scattered and some missing lay just a few feet from the post, others were probably long ago berried by the ever shifting sand dunes.

The Tsumal guards forced him into place pulling his hands around he post and chaining him to the iron hook on the back. One guard sighed and patted the mans head, “you were a fool you know, sometimes…its better just to accept things won’t change, if it wasn’t him, someone else would have stopped you,” the guard said talking about the man that had stopped his attempted assination.

The Elf spat at his face and the guard snared and whipped it away, “trying to comfort you and that’s how I’m repaid, maybe you do deserve this piece of shit,” the guard said and kicked him in the ribs. The man cried out.

The other four guards laughed sharply and kicked the man a few more times then turned and started to walk away, each of them talking about there different conquests. They paused however as something in the distance approached through the haze of the heat.

It was a large black creature, a haze of flames surrounded its feet, the men shuddered, they didn’t know what kind of beast that was, but for a moment they felt remorse for the man. The creature head turned it’s nostrils flaring. Then it roared loud the sound traveling across the sand as if the black beast was standing right next to the solders. Afraid they ran scrambling through the sand back to the waiting open gates.

The elf was sweating bullets from both the heat and the creature that was approaching. In the distance he could hear the solid thunk of the gates closing to protect the city from the beast. It got closer and the Elf did the first thing he could think of, trying to use his abilities to chase the beast away.

“go, get out of here! Don’t come near me!!” he shouted kicking his feet and sand at him.

The beast stopped just a few feet from him, and sat on it’s haunches, it was a giant black cat on fire with huge abyss black wings. The cat smiled slowly then started laughing.

Now the Elf was very confused and his mouth dropped open. That wasn’t what you would expect, he had to be hallucinating from the heat or fear. Then the cat stood up on it’s hind legs and burst into a blinding column of fire and reappeared again as a short lean man that looked about in his forties. His hair was shaggy at the top but most of his hair was gathered into twin braided pleats that swirled around in the air occasionally dusting the ground. He was bare foot and dressed in nothing but a pair of silk pants and a scarf around his neck. The oddest features were, that his eyes were a purple swirl of stars, feline ears, a very fluffy tail, and the same large black wings.

“mortals…really, how you doing friend, the name is Morcal, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Rune’s your name right,” he said pointing at him.

The Elf nodded, accepting that this was a death fantasy and that he was actually being eaten alive by a fire demon.

“oh no, this is real, there’s no fire demon, just me….i’m a heaven creature actually, I know I know, black cat not exactly heavenly I get it all the time, but it sure make’s things more fun.” he giggled and placed his hands on his hips and leaned forward.

“so, seems that guard who stopped you from killing that black soul, can’t help you out right now, so he sent me, or well prayed that I or someone else might show up and help you, I swear it took a while for me to decide if I would, but it was fun after all,” he said.

Morcal spit out a little dancing flame that made it’s way to the back of the man and settled on the chains, melting them away with out actually harming him. Rune scrambled to his feet and backed away from the cat man.

Morcal offered him a hand, “come come boy, I got places to be, ladies to seduce, I thought you might like to visit a brothel with me in Roshawn, it’s a reward for your vallar, once in the life time offer my friend,” he snickered.

The elf glanced back at Tsumal and opened his mouth to speak, “oh dear, don’t worry about that, you’ve done your part already, in fact, thanks to you, you’ve set to motion the fall of the slave master, well we should all hope anyways”with that said Morcal grabbed the mans wrists and shout straight into the sky with one powerful beat of his wings sending up a large cloud of dust. Rune screamed all the way. Behind the walls of Tsmual, the guards assumed the man was being eaten.-

(I got permission to get this information Morcal knows from Ciar, he allowed Morcal to pick Ivan’s brain from his message)

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
March 07, 2014 09:11PM
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Nerboti was bold if anything. She was used to getting her way with most of her wishes, except for the chance to have a new slave to toy with from the latest batch. After Ivan had been thusly rewarded by her father for his faithful service, Nerboti noticed that he kept staring at her. Was that really so unusual? She was dressed in the finest of silk and jewels that barely covered her, and her skin so rich and painted, as well as scented with exotic oils.

The girl sashayed over to where Ivan stood, and she then walked around him as though a jungle cat. Seizing him up. She knew her station was higher than the likes of a sell sword, and he would be foolish to try anything. His scent was unusual, as well as his physical build. He couldn’t be human, but was he immortal? That was the question.

“Is there something about me you wish to see more of?’ Nerboti purred, placing her finger on the right side of his chest and dragging it along slowly. “I’m no pleasure slave, I assure you. But….I’ve been known to leave many a man wanting more.” Nerboti drew her hand back and then acted demurely.

“What do they call you…Sell sword?”

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March 07, 2014 10:05PM
-Ivan watched her move to him and then circle around him, if he did not know any better he would have sworn she was a cat getting ready to strike at her pray. “Is there something about me you wish to see more of?” Ivan looked down at her finger as she placed it on his chest, he then looked up at her “I’m no pleasure slave, I assure you. But….I’ve been known to leave many a man wanting more.”-Ivan never blinked never looked away from her, his Dragoneer training telling him she wayed him, and his cat mind conforming it-

“What do they call you…Sell sword?”

-still not looking away he said-“Chavek, my lady and i was just admiring the art work”-he said and began to follow Crytek again up to his soon to be room. He looked back at her one more time-“And I have no desire to touch the art-“-he then began back up the stairs right behind Crytek-

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
March 07, 2014 10:21PM
Tagor and IIyra’s Tent

IIyra was blessed with child, and now Tagor wanted to make sure that she was treated as though a goddess through and through. He gently lifted her off his lap, and then pointed to the furs.

“IIyra needs rest.” It was not so much a request, but an order that she lay down and keep her feet up so as not to get swollen ankles. The leader then rose to standing, and left the tent, going to find two slaves that would care for his wife this night. He decided then and there, that he would no longer lay with his mate until three moons after she had given birth and then it would be done carefully if at all. This may well mean he might find himself getting…well, frustrated but it was the price to pay for protecting the future unborn leader of the Njada.

Reaching the slave’s main tent, he made his order.

“Mate of Tagor needs to be massaged and cleaned. Riehas and Clerah, you both go to tent and care for IIyra of Njada.”

The two women got up immediately from their crafts, and bowed before hurrying past him and going back to his tent. That done, Tagor went to the council tent to spend time with the menfolk and enjoy some much needed wine.

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
March 07, 2014 10:47PM
The City of Tsumal

The sell sword’s name was Chavek, and while he was admiring Nerboti, calling her of all things “art work” he then expressed that he had no desire to TOUCH the artwork. ~WHAT?~ What man could possibly resist Nerboti? Had he had his reproductive organs removed at birth? The look on Nerboti’s face was a mix of confusion and shock. She looked down at her self, and wondered if there was something wrong with her. No..perky ripe mounds, child bearing hips, rounded tight buttocks. She thought she was the epitome of what a woman from Tsumal should be.

Now..there are many coloured and cursed words used by the Tsumal, and that day Nerboti invented a few new ones as the sell sword walked away from her. Seething, she marched over to one of her father’s guards and gripped his arm.

“MY ROOM..NOW!” Nerboti dragged the unwitting guard off to her room for some very angry sex.

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March 08, 2014 09:36PM
-Crytek stopped at a door a few minutes later and opened it-“Your room Chavek, please make your self at home, I will have a proper attire brought to you for tonight’s feast, oh and please keep your sword on you, i think Lord Marsala would feel better knowing you are armed”.

-Ivan nodded and stepped into his room. It was gorgeous, a king size bed red velvet carpets and curtains. trow rugs and pillows all over the place to relax in, even a nice sized bowl of fruit. Ivan sighed again and turned and lock the door. He went walked to the farthest corner of the room and dropped his guise then pulled the mirror out. The man appeared again-“What is your condition lieutenant? he asked.

“Infiltrated the guard, saved the head slaver from an assassin, will soon be in the inner circle and have the info needed”
-His CO nodded-“Be careful, if you have to bail do so quickly and quietly”-Ivan nodded and put the mirror up and resumed his guise, just as there was a knock on the door. Ivan walked over to the door and opened it, there stood a small women with a measuring tape and a pad-“Lord Marsala has requested you be fitted properly for tonight dinner”-she said meekly. Ivan nodded and after a few about thirty minutes she left. Ivan sighed again and watched her leave then turned around to head back into his room-

 

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
February 24, 2014 08:36PM
Ilyra and Jamai had a lovely chat, Ilyra learning more about Jamai and Tagor’s relationship before they were pleasantly interrupted by the man himself. As always, Ilyra’s breath caught in her throat as she caught sight of her mate.

Announcing they were to visit a neighboring kingdom, Ilyra nodded her acceptance. “As you wish, Master.” she nodded. Jamai bowed to them both before excusing himself from their tent. She watched him go with a sigh before getting to her feet. She moved to a bench at the center of their tent and sat down upon it with a pleasurable moan. It had been hard sitting upon the ground for so long.

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February 24, 2014 09:07PM
Tagor and IIyra’s tent.

As Jamai left the tent, Tagor’s attention turned back on IIyra who had gone from sitting on the fur covered ground to moving to a seat or bench in their tent. Tagor had a hard ride back, and his scalp was feeling itchy from not having washed in a few days. He started to untie the various leather binds, that held his long magnificent black mane in place. As it came undone, the sheer amount of hair he had was shocking to say the least. He stepped out of the tent, and went to where they stored large water pots, and grabbed one, that he tipped and upended just above his head, dousing his hair till it was soaked through. He had a special bar of soap that he kept on a log outside his tent and started to wash and massage his hair thoroughly, much to the amusement of some of the village children. To see the large man bathing in the open was a treat, even some of the slave girls gaped and were in awe as he stood in his wet leather short pants and his hair all lathered with the soap. Another jug of water and it splashed down over himself, rinsing his hair through till it shone the perfect jet black. The dripping Njada leader then went back inside his tent, and then reached for the combs and new binds, presenting them to IIyra.

“Weave Tagor’s hair.” He asked in a gruff voice, planting himself down in front of her, so she could tend to braiding his hair as she sat on the small stool.

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
February 25, 2014 06:07AM
The city of Tsumal

An assassin dressed as a guard, and from the valley of Wood elfs. So bold they would try and send in one to kill Magarsa. Gripping the large necklet that hung around his full neck, he strode over to where Ivan held the quivering guard on the floor, a blade to his throat.

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“What shall we do with him?” Asked one fo the guards. A good question. Staring at the assassin, Magarsa said simply. “The lands of Tsumal are not as forgiving as I. This man, this elf, shall be taken out to the sand hills with his naked body to be tied to the ground, and have the sweetest honey in all the capital poured over his face and genitals.” He leaned forward, so his stinking breath would not escape the fallen guard. “There..in the blaze of the sun, you will discover the true horror of being eaten alive. Take him away.” Magarsa said with a flick of his wrist. Two other guards came to drag the screaming traitor out of the building, as Magarsa turned to the noble one that had just saved his life. “And you…you I have not seen before. Tell me, what name was given to you by your birth mother?”

Magarsa started back for his grand chair, as he waited to be answered. The commotion had not gone unnoticed by Nerboti, who watched from behind a veiled curtain near the balcony. Who was this man that just saved her father? She had not seen him before, and yet he just did a very valiant deed. Such heroics were rare, especially against a man like her father. Many men would not even have to be paid to get within striking distance to do him in. His atrocities were well known. He did not get to where he was in Tsumal society for being anything but a tyrant.

Nerboti’s dark eyes followed Ivan’s movements. She had to admit, he was a fine specimen of manhood, in every sense of the word.

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February 26, 2014 08:41PM
Tagor and Ilyra’s tent.

As Ilyra watched him, she simply could not believe how much her life had changed in the last few days. From being a slave, to becoming the mate of one of the most powerful men she’d ever come across, she had to pinch herself from time to time to make sure it wasn’t some sick dream. Absently she placed a hand against her stomach and over the new life she could sense growing within her…their son. She smiled as she thought of it. In less then 5 full moons, they would hold their son in their arms.

Withdrawing from her thoughts, she looked up in time to see Tagor unbind his hair. The massive thickness of it simply stunned her. It hadn’t looked like much when it was bound. To see it as natural as the day he was born…it stole her breath. He stepped outside for a few short moments, and before she had a chance to wonder what he was doing, he had returned. Water droplets clung to his bronze chest and she had the sudden desire to lick them off. He pressed a comb and new bindings into her hands before settling his large frame on the ground between her thighs.

“Weave Tagor’s hair.” he stated in a gruff tone. This was something she could do, having done her sister’s hair in a similar fashion many times. She carefully ran the comb through his still-wet hair, taking great care not to hurt him when she came across some knotted strands. She took the time to untangle them with her small fingers before she continued to other spots upon his head. She didn’t want his hair to get dirty again as she combed it through, draping the dark locks across her thighs as she worked.

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It was soothing work and she became lost in it, humming a small tune as she carefully braided and bound different sections of his hair. Different then his usual style, but guaranteed to keep the hair from his arms as he hunted or fought his battles. She had come across the feather of a white spotted owl as she helped in the village earlier that day and thought it would make an appropriate decoration for his hair. She carefully weaved the feather between strands of his hair next to his ear until it hung low but visible to all…a symbol of strength and honor, all the things Tagor stood for.

She pressed a hand to his shoulder to signify that she was finished before she sat back and awaited his verdict.

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February 28, 2014 05:59PM
Tagor and Ilyra’s tent.

Having his hair braided by IIyra was a very pleasurable and relaxing experience. Though he did not speak, she hummed a tune as she weaved and worked his hair, going as far as adding an owl feather to the plaits. Tagor sat regally, even though he was on the ground, and she was seated higher than him. Unusual for a Njada man to allow, but he was so comfortable in her presence he allowed for such things. To feel the warmth of her breath of the back of his neck, did send a shiver through him. She had that affect; the slightest touch of her delicate fingers, the way she picked up his hair as though it was spun gold. The soap he had used contained oils that were rich in its scent, and a masculine quality to it. A musk if you will.

IIyra pressed her hand to his shoulder, to alert him that she had completed the task. Tagor reached round and pulled his long braided plait around so he may see her work for himself. It was bound so well, that there was little chance of it coming undone. Something that was simply seen as a weakness if it did. Tagor flicked his plait back then reached for her hand, pulling her around so that she would come to be in his lap as he sat cross legged.

“Mate …IIyra, did good.” Again, a man of few words. His smile however, that spoke volumes. It was like his eyes danced whilst set in the dark hollows that rimmed his eyes. It was rare to see him show such joy, but he had much to be thankful for. He truly believed the Gods had favoured him on finding IIyra at the slave markets, and the fact she fell so easily to carry a child showed she had the strength to be a good Njada woman.

If this was paradise on earth, he had found it.

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February 28, 2014 06:12PM
Ilyra waited as Tagor examined his new plait, wondering if he liked what she’d done. She bit her lip nervously. After examining her work, he took her hand and surprised her by pulling her into his lap so that they were face to face.

“…Ilyra, did good.” he announced, shocking her that he had stated her name without any hesitation. His eyes were dancing and there was one of those private, just-for-her smiles on his face, that she couldn’t help but return.

She placed the palms of her hands against his neck. “You’re welcome, My Lord.” she murmured in her melodic voice, brushing her hands across his shoulders in a loving gesture as she did so.

She wondered what else she could do to please him, and asked him such. “Is there anything more you wish of me, My Lord? Speak the words and I shall heed them.”

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March 01, 2014 06:10AM
Tagor and Ilyra’s tent.

IIyra’s touch – so gentle. This was a very private and gentle moment between them. They had a bond that transcended just that of a physical relationship. Heart, soul and mind were often connected, and this moment IIyra was asking if there was anything more that he wished of her.

For the first time, Tagor did not order or speak a command. He was actually curious about her. Her upbringing, her life – her story. He knew her only from when he found her in the slave markets, but by the mark upon her of the winter snowflake, it was obvious she had a past; a history that he wanted to know.

“Tagor…wants IIyra to teach….to speak of..” At this point he placed his hand on her chest.“IIyra.”

His dark eyes implored her. This was not a simple request. She was to be mother to his child, and Tagor wanted to know her intimately. How she came to be his woman.

Tagor waited for her answer.

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March 01, 2014 07:01AM
Ilyra waited to see what more he would ask of her, and his request (for she could not construe it as anything other then that) when it finally came, surprised and warmed her heart.

“Tagor…wants IIyra to teach….to speak of…IIyra.” he stated, pressing a hand to her chest.

“You wish to know of me?” she asked, not sure she heard correctly. He would simply nod his head. “Oh…well…I was born in the Winterlands, far across the seas. My father is, or was, the leader of our clans – fair and just, much like yourself. We were a peaceful people. Never knowing battle or wars like you have. Oh there was fighting, to be sure, but mostly with beasts encroaching upon our lands and trying to steal our younglings for their food. It is how we got our furs for the winters.” she began to explain. “My days were spent with my mother and sister, learning traditions and history, chores and such. My free time was spent exploring the lands surrounding our village, my companion, an ice wolf by my side for protection. It was a life I took advantage of. And then the outsiders came…” She looked down in sadness, as that was the day her life changed forever. Her fingers traced idle patterns across his chest as she recalled that day.

“They came seeking trade with my father, him not knowing who they were and seeing the profit to be made. But the men who came, coveted our females, sought to trade with father for them. He told them no and sent them away. They came back, like thieves and attacked us, killing those of our men who stood against them and taking the women…including me and my sister. They…” Here she paused to swallow in remembered pain, “…killed my mother right in front of me. My father was injured. I do not know if he lives still. My sister and I were seperated and sold into the life of slavery. It has been my life since.” She finished.

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March 01, 2014 07:20AM
Tagor and Ilyra’s tent.

Tagor wanted to know about the woman that he had made his mate. Most Njada were only interested in their own culture and society, certainly not the heritage of a slave. But Tagor did not view her as such. She was so much more, and now as she started to recant the details of her life, the fact she was born in the Winterlands far across the sea, that the mystery to her becoming a slave was starting to be solved. Her younger days were as expected, being brought up by her mother to learn craft, history and how to keep the home. Her father was a leader and while IIyra described him as being much like Tagor himself, this gave him reason to smile. But it was when she spoke of the outsiders, that Tagor’s face darkened. Almost as though he could picture the scene she described in her mind. He was not surprised with how the outsiders acted. It was why the Njada were defensive against the unknown, for the same reasons. Trust had to be earnt, well before trade may commence. When IIyra traced her finger along Tagor’s chest, he reached for her cheek, and caressed it as she continued to tell the tale.

Tagor’s brow knitted on hearing how the attacked and killed her mother before her. How her father was injured, and sister taken into slavery – sold to an unknown. That was her life..up to the moment that she had been purchased by Tagor. The day her life changed forever.

“Tagor…loves IIyra. Never see you hurt again.” Words so simple, yet powerful. He pledged his own life to protect her, and inwardly he made a promise. He would one day seek out and find her father, even if it meant crossing the seas, and reunite her one day with her family. But for now, she would not be alone. “Tagor…baby. Family.” The Njada leader said with a firm nod. You could see the depth of feeling in his eyes. She and their unborn son, meant the world to him, and now he knew of her past, he wished her future to be bright.

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
March 01, 2014 08:18AM
Tears sprang to her eyes, unheeded as he stated his devotion to her and their growing family and she could sense that he was genuine. It was more then she could have ever hoped for. His hand against her cheek was a comforting warmth and covered it with her own.

“And Ilyra loves Tagor.” she whispered, before pressing her lips to his in a gentle kiss. He had removed her from a life spent in slavery and had blessed her with a new home, a child, and a love she never thought possible.

How could anything go wrong after this?

Unknown to them, someone was watching them from the edges of the tent flaps, her eyes bright with anger at the betrayal she felt. One son was dead at the hands of the one who lived and she cursed the Fates for giving her such an evil (in her mind) child.

 

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The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP] (6) – Mirari : The Forest of Ashes.

25 Tuesday Feb 2014

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February 11, 2014 08:18PM
Njada villageJamai had been watching IIyra as she offered to help the slaves with the baskets, in using her magic to help make them water tight. He was deeply impressed with how she was integrating with the Njada people, in particular the slaves, who sometimes got a raw deal from some of the more noteable Njada women. The village was abuzz with word of hearing IIyra cry out during her night with Tagor, and this brought a smile to his face.He wandered over after setting a girl to task on getting water for one of the Njada elders, when he came up behind her at the basket weaving tent.

“Enjoying your morning, IIyra?” He asked, a crooked smile on his face. He was unsure when Tagor had purchased IIyra at the slave markets, and remembered the grimy girl that he had taken to the bath house. So much had changed in a matter of days, that it was hard to believe the winter white haired goddess before him was the same girl.

“Tagor made you full Njada. Very good. It gives warmth to a heart, to know you have brought such happiness and pride to Tagor. Tell me, have you had the sickness yet?” He was inquiring as to whether she had suffered morning sickness, which was to be expected. “I can arrange the medicine woman to treat you if need be.” He spoke differently than most of the Njada, and you had to wonder, what were his origins. It was clear by his skin colour and jawline, that he was not a true blood Njada. Ilyra may well wonder. He had taken interest in her, due to how she came to be found, but also in what the mate of Tagor means, not only to the leader himself, but to the village as a whole. She was the first lady, if one could put it into perspective. Her health and happiness were paramount.

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February 11, 2014 10:23PM
“Good day, Jamai.” Ilyra greeted him warmly. “I have enjoyed myself quite well, thank you.”“Tagor made you full Njada. Very good. It gives warmth to a heart, to know you have brought such happiness and pride to Tagor. Tell me, have you had the sickness yet?”She tried not to blush at his words, slightly embarassed that the whole village knew what she and Tagor had been up to the previous evening. But Ilyra thought about his question for a moment. “No, I’ve been feeling fine. A bit hungry at odd moments, but medicine woman says that is normal at this stage.” she nodded. “Mejia and Senji take good care of me and have not let me get too overworked.” She nodded at the two slave women at her side. She felt a kinship with them, much like the kinship she felt with Sharma. She dared to call them friends.

She had to wonder about Jamai though. He was Njada, there was no doubt about it…but he didn’t have the look of a warrior, as he was a bit on the small side. She reached out slightly with her aura and was surprised to discover his aura was similar to Tagor’s. There was only one reason for that to be…

She set aside her work and got to her feet. “Will Jamai walk with me for a time?” she wondered. Surprised, he nodded and followed her to the tent she shared with her mate.

Tagor and Ilyra’s Tent

“You are brother of Tagor.” she stated once they were alone. Jamai looked ready to deny it but something in her manner made him pause.

“I am.” he admitted.

“How?” Ilyra asked kindly, guessing that the story was painful. She settled herself upon a cushion and indicated for him to join her. He sat across from her and wondered how to start.

“My father, father of Tagor…shared furs with mother on travels to slave markets. She was nomad woman, not Njada. Gave me to father of Tagor after I born to raise as Njada. Thirras hated me, wanted to kill me when she knew of me. Tagor’s elder father denied her, all sons of Barzghar were given status in village. Father proud of all sons. Thirras try to poison Jamai, almost die. Medicine woman save me but I not strong Njada. Not any longer. Tagor care for Jamai.”

It was the saddest tale Ilyra had ever heard. Thirras was truly an evil woman and Ilyra vowed to be on guard of her. She placed a hand on Jamai’s.

“Jamai has a sister now.” she smiled warmly.

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February 15, 2014 09:43PM
The Spy among Slavers. Dragonner rpThe city of Tsumal, one of the main cities where slavery was still in practice. A lone figure stood in the distance ready to enter the city and find the slave market, not to gain a slave, but to spy and gather information. His Name is Ivan, half Celestial cat and half human. His Mother is a fire celestial cat, while his dad was a shadow mage and illusionist, magic was in his blood but even though he had the talent he became something else, one thing many people respected and all feared, A Dragoneer. With his abilities and his amazing skill sets he was grated the free position into the Shadow Wyrms. A unit in the Dragoneers that specialized in stealth and attacking from the shadows. He walked into the city, standing 6′ 4″, he a very toned figure a with very tan skin, normally he would have brown cat ears a tail and, thanks to Ciar and Tempest, a full set black wings, but thanks to his Illusion magic he look completely human.He wore traversals cloths, and a rouges cloak. His Spear was hidden in a pouch of holding and he had a long sword on his hip. As he entered the city he headed to a dark ally or abounded house to hide and contact his CO. He found a nice dark ally and pulled out a srying mirror. It gleamed and a older human appeared. He had blue eyes and long gray hair pulled back-” Lieutenant I am glad you made it. Your mission is simple find the slavers main base of operations in the city and find out if there are any more and any other information you can, these orders come from the Wyrm Lord himself, do not fail-Ivan nods and the mirror goes back to normal. He places it back onto the pouch and heads back into the open and looks around for anything that could could lead him to the slavers-

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February 15, 2014 10:19PM
Captial of Noriand: Frichassa: Iladar Castle
https://i2.wp.com/www.dezineguide.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/Ancient-India-City.jpgElilesMuiLuminarde : -Jade was about 330 years old with long sun kissed hair that shimmered like pure gold. It hung clear to the floor and was twisted in a tightly woven mass of braids to make one large pleat to hang down her back. Her eyes were widely spoken of and many covet such beauty. Her eyes were shinning with the glorious sun, though to stare her in the eye wouldn’t burn like staring at the real sun, it gave many a sense of warmth in their hearts. Right now, Beautiful jade with golden wings was heavy with a child, due at any moment, and having been confined to her and her mate’s chambers for the expectant time. She often pondered what exactly would this child be, she was half werewolf (though she appeared more like a feline and little dog showed through except on the full moon) while the father, Emerick, was dragon and cat. She chuckled to herself as she sat in her rocking chair rubbing her stomach, her child was going to be some kind of freak, and she burst out laughing heartedly-CiarAdamyrKaredric -Emerick was a little over 100 yers old,(phyically, he was aged to help fight the hounds and was really closer to 12),With short gold hair spiked up His eyes mirroed his mothers, a galaxy of stars that danced in his eyes, except they were black instead of purple. He sat behind a desk, it had been months since the Armies of Blessed, the former king of dreams, had been defeated and Blessed himself killed by Emericks father Ciar. Emerick had left the Dragoneers and started a family with Jade, but he now had rule of Noriand, he did not know what to do most the time, but Jade and thier advisors helped him, but since Jade had been put on bed rest all he could think of was her and his child. all else was did not matter and was drowned out, even know as a representative from Kailo was talking to him about the remaining slave traders-

ElilesMuiLuminarde  : -A hand maiden leaned her head in through the door curious of the ladies strange out burst of laughter. The paid servant had become in service to the new lord and lady of Noriand the day their strange winged feline relatives and the armies of Kalio had swept through Noriand braking the chains of the slaves they could find and sentencing some of the slave masters to there death (depending on the severity of their cruelty) while others were sent in exile from Noriand. Even now there were still slave markets trying to operate in the dieing practice in Noriand, and it was those that have been in practice for many years beyond the power of the lord and lady. “Lady Jade, are you well,” the servant asked timidly. Jade looked up at her surprised and smiled sofly, “yes i’m well, I was just thinking about what the child will look like….think it will be more dragon…or cat….maybe the dog will show through the most…..and….i just realized…magic can make some weird things happen,” she said making a face.-

CiarAdamyrKaredric;-The representative kept taking but nothing was getting to Emerick, after a few minuties the representative noticed this and sighed-“Lord Karedric I know you want to be with Lady Karedric, but this is really important”-Emerick shook his then looked at him-“I am sorry good sir, i have never had the mind for this kinda of thing, blame my father, and with Jade ready to give borth any day now my mind just dose not want to focus”-Emerick sighs- “Not a lot of training for this kinda of thing in the Dragoneers”- The representative sighed-Then maybe I should tak to your mother or one of your many aunts and uncles, maybe they will take this seroius’-Emerick growled-“I take free the slaves of this land seroius goos sir, but the way you want to do it confuses me, I do not know how to fight with a pen and papper, it is not my way and if you can not relize this then maybe you should go back to Kalio and send me someone who dose, cuase we are not going to talk the rest of the slavers out of hinding we need to hunrt them down”

ElilesMuiLuminarde  : -the servant wanted to continue here conversation when Jade held up her hand. The lady of Noriand was making such a strange face, and then, a wet spot had formed around her, as her water had just broke. She looked up at the servant with wide sun shine eyes, and mouthed one simple command, “Get.Emerick.Now,” she said. The servants eyes widened to the size of saucers and she ran from the chamber faster then she had ever expected her human legs capable of. She tore down the castle hall ways shouting, “Lady Karedric has stared labor, fetch the doctor, fetch the doctor!” she shouted this all the way to the Lord of Noriand’s study doors which she proceeded to pound with her little fist on the door, “Lord Emerick, Lady Jade Summons you!” she shouted. Meanwhile jade was fairly calm, though her water just broke, the contractions hadn’t yet started, but she quessed, after watching so many births before, it wouldn’t be long now-

CiarAdamyrKaredric representative-“We will continue the talk later, but right now my Mate needs me” -Emerick stood up and quickly headed to his and Jades chmanber, as he did he grabed his calling and stone-“Mom’-he said and waited for her to answer-

ElilesMuiLuminarde  : -there was no answer from the rune stone, Eliles was not available to reach, which meant his mother was actually out getting her own hands dirty in celestial cat or political work. In their chambers jade had stood up on her own and waddled across the room and was very determined to make it to the delivery room all by herself, acting like this wasn’t her first time she was. But she figured why let the kid call all the shouts now ya know. The doctor had just opened the door then to find the Lady already reaching for the door handle to make her way there. “lady Jade, what were you doing,” the doctor asked arching a brow, Jade smiled, “heading to the nursery, where else,” she said smiling.

CiarAdamyrKaredric : -Cair sighed the said”Dad”-a few moments passed then there was a “Hello” From the other side”Oh good dad you picked up”-Emerick said-“You almost missed me I am on my way to a meeting”-Ciar said from the other end-“Jade is going into labor, i just though i let you know”-Emerick said is a bit of a paniced voice-“Okay son fist calm down you are no good to her like that, and second, remember to breathe”-Ciar smiled on the other side_”I will be by as soon as I can to see my first grandchild, you call me back to let me know what she has and what you name the child okay-“Emerick nodded-“Okay dad i will, Love you dad-“ECAir smiled again”Love you too son-Ciar hung up and Emerick hurried as to thier chamber-

ElilesMuiLuminarde  : -The doctor just shook his head at the Lady and spotted Emerick approaching, “Ah lord Emerick just in time, might you give us a hand, I rather her not try it, and it might be better to let it happen here,” he started but jade just about stamped her feet, “I am not staining the good bed sheets,” she growled very canine like her hands going to her stomach that seemed to start to bother her. That was the go ahead for the large dragon half-breed to carry his mate to the birthing room, that was located just down the hall way-

CiarAdamyrKaredric : -Emerick quickly and carfully pick her up and took her to the birthing room down the hall-“When this is over we need to teaar the representative a new asshole love”-He smiles at her trying to help take the edge off. They get to the room where the servents have the bed ready and Emerick carfully puts her onto it-“Okay Doc all your”

CharlotteCarrendar – The Doctor was having his hands scrubbed, while the patient was being a tad difficult. Her compaints were going to the wind, as he chuckled to himself, rinsing off the soapy residue. “Now, you may not want to stain sheet, but its a lot more comfortable than doing this on the floor. Of course, we can go with that, if you think that is better for you.” The Doctor cocked his head, as he knew time was of the essense and that the next contraction would hit soon enough. “I’ll just wait right here till you…make up your mind.” Emerick got to putting her on the bed anyways, and the Doctor gave a short nod. “Right now, lets spread those legs and see how far along she is.”

ElilesMuiLuminarde  : -jade grumbled the whole way there, but they were starting now, those god awful contractions. She spread her legs on the bed, tugging up long dress till it pulled at her waist line. “answer me this one question Emerick, how did your mother do this, six times,” she muttered. I happen then, the contraction and she let out a long drawn out moan that probably set her mate into a cold sweat-

CiarAdamyrKaredric : -He held her hand and smiles-“You will have to aske her love”-he kisses her on the head-“You are doing fine”-He smiles at her then looks over at the Doc-How far along doc?

CharlotteCarrendar “Well…*squealch, grind -finger probbing…POP!*..I’d say about 8 cms dilated. Shouldn’t be long now…in fact, as soon as she squeezes your hand, like an iron vice, I’d get your catcher’s mitt ready. do ho ho.” It was clear the Doctor had a charming, if not odd bed side manner.

ElilesMuiLuminarde  : -Jade made a squeaking sound feeling her doctor poking around her neither parts. But the feeling was gone just as soon as another contraction rolled through her body and she laid her head back on the sheets. She wondered if the baby would be winged like Emerick, or small winged like she was, unable to fly still it was given the potion that her mother in law got. Crying out her claws sank into the bed sheets and her other clawed hand sank into Emerick’s palm, “catcher’s mitt….haha…kind of funny,” she hissed forcing a laugh-

CiarAdamyrKaredric : -Emerick winced a bit in pain, he had prepeared for this and was in his full dagon form so his scales were able to black most of his claws but they still made it partly was through._Push love-he said grinding his theeth inpain-“You are doing great”

CharlotteCarrendar The Doctor now creased his brow. “Okay…remember to breathe through the contractions, and as soon as you get the feeling to push…you give us the word”

ElilesMuiLuminarde  -she had closed her eyes and opened them again to look at the Doctor with a sun that was blazing just a little brighter then usual, “wait, I tell you when I need to push…” another contraction and she breathed in and out, “i thought that’s what you tell me,” she squealed. Already her body was covered in sweat, from both thick golden hair on her head, and the heavy dress she just had to wear that day. Instinct pinged in her head, and she breathed harder panting, “so, would this be that moment,” feeling pressure she shrieked and started pushing with her inner muscles-

CharlotteCarrendar : “Yep..that’s it!’ The Doctor nodded to Emerick. “The head is coming…encourage her to push”

CiarAdamyrKaredric : “PUSH love”-Emerick said, his free hand now bending a bar that was next to the bed-“You are almost there”-Everytime she gug her claws into his hand he bent the bar a bit more-

CharlotteCarrendar It was getting very exciting, loud and probably painful for Emerick. The Doctor felt around the babies head and then urged Jade to push again. “Almost there…you can do it.”

ElilesMuiLuminarde  : -Jade hissed at the Doctor, how dare he tell her what to do, she knew what she had to do, “damn ittttt!!1” she screamed and pushed again bearing down on the incredible pain in her stomach. She kept thinking about all the times she fought hell hounds alone in the forests after her clan cast her out of the protection of the clan more then 200 years ago, well before she was even old enough to be on her own yet. She could feel the child move out of her body just a little bit more, it was almost over-

CiarAdamyrKaredric : All…..Most…there…love-Emerick said inbteen her clawing his hand-Just…one….more…good…push-he winced even more-

CharlotteCarrendar : Working the head out, he then managed to get the left shoulder through. A smile breaking out on his face. “One more push!”

ElilesMuiLuminarde  : -she screamed and pushed again, the baby coming free of her body, small golden wings and all, golden hair, scales on her fists and feet and a long golden tail. The baby wailed with so much ferocity you would think it could shatter glass, it was a girl. Jade in tears breathed in and out with exhaustion. “Emerick….I blame you,” she said breathless-

CiarAdamyrKaredric : -As thier daughter cmae out he broke the bar he was bending he smilesat her and smiled at JAde-I know love-he looked back at his new daughter tears in his eyes and not from the pain-

CharlotteCarrendar : Holding up the baby with the ambilical cord dangling, he hands it to the mother, and gets the scissors. “Want to cut this one, Sir?’ he asked of Emerick. The bill for this was going to be enormous

ElilesMuiLuminarde  : -Jade curled her hands around her new born baby. She smiled, she looked normal…not a little oddity about her, and it looked like…that cat won out the battle as far as genetics went. Her furry ears were a little longer then what might be normal, and they did have a bit of flop to them at the moment, but they might stiffen as she ages. Her scales were really soft on her hands and feet, but that was normal to. The true test of her form, will be when she turned into her true form. “did…we even consider a name,” the thought dawned on her breathless-

CiarAdamyrKaredric -Emerick cut the cord then smiled at Jade again-Our little girl-kisses her on the forhead-

CharlotteCarrendar : -The Doctor leaves the happy couple to enjoy the birth of their baby girl-

ElilesMuiLuminarde  : -the little baby still wailing waved her arms about, jade moved her free hand and ripped open her shirt that had not been forgiving to this birth, and tilted her baby to her exposed breast. The little brat latched on instantly and suckled away. “Emerick….we need to name her,”-

CiarAdamyrKaredric : I want to name her after a friend that feel in balle against Blessed, I want to honor her memory if it is okay

ElilesMuiLuminarde  : -Jade looked up arching her brow, “mmm what was her name,” she asked getting use to the feeling of being suckled was lulling her into sleep-

CiarAdamyrKaredric : -He smiles at his love-Jennifer, we trained together

ElilesMuiLuminarde  : -she smiled softly and closed her eyes, “yea…i’m ok with that, i’m going to sleep now….good night Emerick….oh…dont’ forget…to tell the castle page, our people will want to know,” she whispered before falling completely into a nursing induced sleep-

CiarAdamyrKaredric : -he kisses her one more time and walked outside, now his mind was clear with the damn representative that was still waiting for him-

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
February 15, 2014 10:44PM
Captial of Noriand: Frichassa: Iladar Castle-some time later a Maid had attended to the ruined bed sheets of the lord and ladies chambers and even carted in the hand crafted crib for the new young princess of Noriand. Some of the guard hired from the capital streets, who had grown very attached to the feline lord and lady, patrolled extra carefully that night. Not all supported the new rule of Noriand, and the young princess was vulnerable at this age, unlike her parents, she wouldn’t be able to regenerate a body in heaven if she was killed. The same maid had received the sleepy order from Lady of Noriand to have the scribe draw up a news letter to be sent to all the nobles and like across Noriand, even the one’s far in the wilderness, the news of the birth. It was the proper thing to do, but foolish to this one maid. But the lady wished to share the joy of Jennifer entering the world.Tilda entered the scribes room, where one of the many page boys were assisting him in sorting through incoming mail and out going mail. “good evening sir, I have a message from the Lady,” she said bowing her head clasping her hands infront of her.

“I’m busy, the Lady can wait can’t she,” he grumbled, having already had to send many a letter over the last three or four months. The maid made a face, the pretty image twisting into a demonic form so to speak and she placed a cold claws hand to the back of his neck, “The Lady said, if you do not send her letter, she will allow me to slice you into meaty chucks and feed you to the princess as her first taste of meat,” she hissed her long snake like tongue snaking across his face.

The scribe broke into a sweat and swallowed, “right, what is her message,” he said and coughed. The maid smiled and straightened up folding her hands in front of her again, “right, she wishes letters be sent to all the nobles and like, telling them of Jennifer’s birth, I’m sure there has been some anticipation, political engagements and what not,” she smiled sweetly and waved at him as she exited his office.

A few hours later or was it days, the scribe completed the letters and passed them off of the pages to be taken to the carrier room where there roosted nearly 100 hawks who were use to the jungle and desert like climates of Noriand. Each letter was strapped to the birds feet and sent off to carrier there messages to the corner of the country and while four went to the ruling leaders of the Central Kingdoms, Roshawn, Kalio, Dhima, and Mirari-

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
February 20, 2014 04:37AM
The city of TsumalSitting back lazily upon a fur covered chair, the Slave Master Magarsa was helping himself to a dish of grapes, being held by a young girl, whose eyes held great fear for the Slave Master. He was a disgusting example of what wealth and greed had done to his massive bulk. Blood shot eyes peered out of blackened sockets, though he wore black eyeliner that gave him a more Egyptian look. The large oak and iron doors slowly were pushed open by two of his more illustrious guards, as the latest batch of slaves were being dragged before him for his perusal. Gangs of ten that were chained together by the neck and made to walk or at least try to with the heavy burden. Their frames were gaunt, and their skin darkened by the sun as they had walked many miles from the homeland where they had been stolen. How many had actually perished along the way remained to be seen, but the Slave Master was only interested in the fittest of this sad and sorry bunch. Chewing on yet another grape, his face contorted as he bit down on a seed that had struck a sensitive tooth.“Bah…I hate seeds!” He spat with drool and spittle raining down from his over sized lips. He angrily knocked the girl that held the grape bowl off her feet, sending her to the floor, the bowl clattering and making a din. Pushing himself up and off the fur chair with a loud grunt as though the very idea of movement hurt his weak muscles. With a chubby hand, he wiped the gruel from his lips and descended the stairs, as the Slave driver stood back, whip in hand. A tall and lanky fellow, with a face like that of a rat. A long mustache and short goatee, he sneered at his collection of slaves, who all were terrified. Had they walked all this way only to die in the sight of this their new Master.

He ambled past them, prodding with the end of a large knotted end staff. Pinching their flesh, and even going as far as to check their teeth. A few of the women, though suffering malnutrition looked to be worthy of his furs, and he shouted in a strange dialect, to have them removed from the group chains, and taken to be prepared for service. The others….well. What fate would await them? There was of course either the army of slaves, or the games.

One would think that death was a better option.

From the far end of the room, the daughter of the Slave Master emerged. Dressed resplendently in a fine skirt with headdress and sandals. Her fingers, wrists and ankles adorned with fine beads and gold. Seeing the rows of slaves that had been brought in, she minced up to her father and purred.

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“I want one.”

Question was…which one?

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
February 21, 2014 10:33PM
-Ivan had seen the slaves being taken to the palace, he followed them from a distance watching there every movement. After a half a mile one guard in the back stooped to take a drink, Ivan quickly and quietly knocked him out and using his illusion magic and celestial cats magic he turned into the guard. He caught back up to the slaves and got into the guards place. one guard looked at him- “What happened?” -Ivan looked at him and shrugged- “I had to take a quick piss been holding it for the last hour” -The other guard shook his head–They got to the palace and he stood and watched what happened next. He saw the man on the throne and knew that was the head slaver just by looking at her. he wanted to jump out and kill him right there, but he knew he had to get information, even when he knocked the girl down. His celestial cat blood screamed out to punish him for his wicked deeds but his Dragoneer training stooped him. He had a job to do first.-Then he saw her, the slavers daughter, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. he watched her movements as she went up to her father and said- ” I want one” -He could not belive his eyes how could someone so beautiful want to do something so dark and ugly. He shook his head and watched and waited, waited to she what her father said and what fate would come of these slaves-

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
February 22, 2014 07:44PM
The city of Tsumal“I want one.Nerboti was used to getting what she wanted, and normally had her father wrapped around her pinky. Daughter of his first wife, who was a noble woman and free, was the spitting image of her mother, and treated as though a Goddess much of the time. However, the Slave Master had plans for the remaining slaves. The games were to be on that weekend. A brutal exhibition match between the Gladiators of Magarsa and the rabble of slaves brought in for the amusement and pleasure of the well heeled people of Tsumal.

Grunting loudly, he said what needed to be, in this case. “I am afraid I shall not be able to grant you one. They are all needed for the games. You knew this when I explained last night at dinner.” He didn’t like to upset Nerboti, for she was known to have a foul temper at the best of times. The look on her face was one of disappointment, and she toyed with her father’s long plait, as he shook his head. “Don’t give me that look. I promise you, the next caravan of slaves that come from the north, you can have first pick.”

Nerboti huffed and flicked away her father’s plait, before glancing at the slave driver, who was looking at her with a lustful eye. Oh how she hated that man. Always sticking his nose in her father’s affairs, and she had heard word that he sought for her hand. It would be a cold day in hell before that happened.

“But that is weeks away. Hmmph. Very well, I shall have to make do with my current slave, though he bores me with his cries of his dead wife.” Rolling her eyes, she turns away from the lines of slaves, and sashays out to the nearest balcony overlooking the city.

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The Slave Master sighed, only to have his driver come up to his ear, and say.

“She could be tamed…if the right man took her hand.”

“Nerboti is a wild cat, with venom in her claws. You be wise to keep your thoughts of her out of your mind. Besides, you have a wife.” The Slave Master said, as the Driver shrugged. “She is old…and poorly. I like to think of my future, and I haven’t given up on Nerboti. She will come around.’

The Slave Master laughed loudly and slapped the driver on the back.

“HA….Impetuous boy.”

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
February 24, 2014 01:33PM
-As the slavers talked Ivan looked around, looking for anything that could give him information, while doing so he noticed one of the others guards, he was sweating and shaking a bit. to the normal eye it looked like he was tired from the long journey here, but to Ivans very well trained eye he could tell he was nevus.- *What is he up to*, -Ivan thought to himself–Ivan watched him closely and as the slavers got close to him the guard drew his blade and went to strike the head slaver.Normally Ivan would have let him but he knew he needed him alive, so quickly Ivan drew his blade and in a flash Intercepted the guards sword. The guard looked shocked at this. Ivan pushed the Guard back and attacked again, the guard block but because Ivan sword was of way better quality, it went through the guards sword and into his shoulder. The guard screamed in pain and drooped to his knees.–Ivan held his sword to the man’s throat, he said nothing as the two other guards grabed the man and took of his helmet. He was Eleven, and judging from his tan skin, a wood elf. His dark green eyes stared at Ivan with hate- “How can you serve such a master?”-He said and spit at his feet. Ivan stood still said nothing. He seethe his sword and turned to the head slaver and bowed his head.One of the other guards looked at the slave master-“What shall we do with him?”– Ivan knew he had just got this man killed or worse, made into a slave, but he orders and he needed to be in the head slavers good graces-

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
February 24, 2014 08:22PM
Mountain ranges of Njada landshttps://i2.wp.com/www.blm.gov/pgdata/etc/medialib/blm/ut/st__george_fo/nlcs/wilderness.Par.88448.Image.500.238.1.gifHigh atop one of the tallest peaks, the scouting party of the Njada, led by their leader Tagor; the gathering of horsemen surveyed the surrounding valleys and hills of their land, for possibly enemy movement, or settlements that were not approved by council. Tagor sat high in his horse as the sun beat down upon his tanned torso. Glistening with beads of perspiration, he reached for his leather water canteen, and took a drink from it, as the cry of a raven was heard making its way up the mountain pass. It was common for different houses to send ravens in order to relay messages from kingdom to kingdom, clan to clan. Noriand had many kingdoms in its domain, and while all the races were different, they did hold a common respect of law, and alliances, that were either from the betrothal of young or the offering of soldiers and stores to the cause.

Hearing the raven, one of the lead scouts held out his arm and made a strange call, which enticed the raven to land. On its foot, was a small bound parchment, and this was quickly torn off, as the raven squawked loudly.

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“Read..to Tagor.” The Leader bellowed, as the scout nodded and unfurled the paper. He coughed and then began to read.

It is with Lord and Lady Karedric of Noriand greatest of joy, that they inform there rulers, noblemen, and people, The Birth of Jennifer Karedric, young princess of Noriand. They invite you to meet the princess when then time suits you, they wish you to not feel obligaited to present gifts only your presence is asked for, and join the celebration.

Regards,
Lord and Lady Karedric

Listening with a look of curiosity, he was unsure of these people – The Lord and Lady Karedric. Nobles, who had announced the birth of a young princess. Thinking for a moment, he had an idea. If they were to send a delegation to meet the princess, it may be good time for trade, as well as sure up any alliance talks. Also, he knew IIyra was with child, so the two women would have much to talk about. Women like that stuff, Tagor believed.

Tagor nodded, then said to his scout. “Write. Njada people come. Celebrate.” He was a man of few words, rather letting his actions speak for him. The scout immediately wrote up the reply, only one more detailed, and then fastened it to the raven’s leg. The bird was then released to return to it’s masters, and now that the scouting mission bore fruit, the Njada leader ordered them to return to the village.

~Some hours later~

Arriving back in camp, Tagor rode up to the corale, jumping down off his horse and handing the reigns to a small stable hand, before striding towards his tent, where he would find Jamai speaking to his woman – Illyra.

“When sun rises, we leave for Frichassa. Princess born to King. We Njada honor with horses and feast.” Tagor said, more or less explaining that they would be leaving with a caravan first light, to travel the dusty roads to Frichassa. Tagor smiled at IIyra and said.

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“Princess…one day marry Njada.”

But would she?

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The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP] (5) – Mirari : The Forest of Ashes.

23 Sunday Feb 2014

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
February 09, 2014 01:30PM
Tagor and IIyra’s tent – The Beginning

For such a large hulk of a man to be so gentle with a woman like IIyra is a sight that would melt the hardest heart. With her eyes brimming with tears, Tagor slowly untied her dress ties, without taking his eye off hers. Letting the fabric fall to the floor like liquid silk. Now, you would think the first thing on his mind was to rut, which was normal for Njada men, but this time instead, he bent and picked up IIyra and carried her to the furs, laying her down gently in the center. From here, he laid down beside her, not on top. From here, he started to run his calloused hand across her shoulder, down and over each bosom, exploring her with the lightest of touches. There was no kneading, or pinching, just the gentle sweep of his hand. He propped himself up, so that he could gaze upon her fully; capturing her reactions and hearing her breath a sigh.

Njada men did not do this. Not by custom, but deep within their own nature, they had the capability to show such love for a woman, more so than to treat her as an object of lust and to carry young. IIyra had brought this need out of Tagor, to show her such affections.

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
February 09, 2014 11:28PM

Feeling a sense of peace overtake her, Ilyra stood still as Tagor reached for the ties of her dress, her eyes on his. The material slipped to the ground at her feet with barely a whisper of sound. She had prepared herself for the roughness of their joining. What she was not expecting was for Tagor to scoop her into his arms and carry her to their furs. He placed her gently in their center before joining her, not on top of her but beside her. Well this was certainly different then his usual behavior.

He ran his large and calloused hand across the skin of her shoulder and down over her chest, exploring her body with feather-light touches that raised goosebumps along her flesh. There was no roughness, no pinching, no biting. It was as if he had discovered something new about her and was savoring each moment.

He had propped himself up on his free arm so that he could stare at her, catching her reactions to his touch.

At the first touch of his hand, her heart had stuttered in her chest. His touch electrified her, causing her to tremble. As he traversed her skin, she couldn’t help the small moans and breathless sighs that teased past her lips.

Shyly, her own hand reached upward to touch his cheek, her thumb brushing across his skin, lovingly. She ran her hand upward over his cheekbone, to his forehead, mapping his strong brow. Down the bridge of his nose, across his lips, which he kissed as they moved over him. Down his neck and across his broad shoulders. She felt a deep scar there, thick and rigid and decided to ask about it at a later time. Down his chest, over his pectoral muscles, brushing gently across his nipples and through the sparse hairs of his chest.

Gulping, for she’d never voluntarily had done anything of the sort, she ran her hand down his body and over his rigid manhood. She made an “O!” of surprise at how soft it felt. And it had been inside of her body. The thought of it made her flush with heat. She reluctantly released him and continued exploring the rest of his body, her hand moving down his thigh, the furthest point she could reach without moving away from him, before she let her hand follow the same path upward toward his back. The rounded globes of his arse were a temptation she couldn’t ignore and she gave them a light caress before she released him.

Her gaze was caught by his and she inhaled sharply, seeing the love he felt for her shining in their depths.

“Tagor.” she whispered, the emotions she was feeling making her skin glow with her own light. Was this love? Is this what she was feeling? She took a moment to examine it and found that, yes, she was in love with this man. Was it only yesterday she was tied to a pole and ready to be sold? How could love happen so quickly?

She could almost hear her mother’s voice in her head…

“Love sets no time limits, has no set day, doesn’t conform to the standard practices and rituals involved. When it happens, it simply is. You cannot run from it…you cannot fight it. To the world you might be one person, but to one person you might be the world. **Love has no desire but to fulfill itself. To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving.**

Her hand stopped at the back of his neck, brushing lightly over his skin as she waited. She was so unsure of what to do and was counting on him to lead her in the right direction.

“My love.” she whispered.

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**As quoted by Kahlil Gibran

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
February 10, 2014 06:23AM
Tagor and IIyra’s tent – The Beginning

Njada men are traditionally very set in their ways. To them, sex had two purposes; one to be as a release for their lust, and the second to produce young. There was no time for intimacy, or just sharing with another the simple pleasures of touching. What Tagor had set out on, when he laid his woman down on the furs, was a chance to not only explore her body with his hands, but allow her to do the same. Normally this was simply not done. Women were either held down, and mounted, or encouraged not to touch, unless advised too.

Tagor found a sense of wonderment in watching IIyra’s skin glow with a magical aura as his hands passed over her skin. Though rough and calloused from combat and labour, he was still able to show a gentleness that could not be imagined. The Njada leader’s eyes reflected the candle light as he withdrew his hand from IIyra and found that she had now worked up the courage to touch him. Tagor actually found her soft and delicate hands to be extremely pleasurable. Like electricity shooting through him as she let her fingers wander, and explore every scar and ever bump of his skin. He even had to suppress a light chuckle when she gasped at handling his girth. It was one thing to experience in mating what it felt like to have his member pushed inside her folds, but quite another to be handling it; stroking it lovingly. Tagor was of size, it was without question, and when they did join together, it had to be done gently at first, for he was simply so large he could easily hurt her.

Keeping his hands to himself as she continued to let her fingers dance across his skin, was becoming increasingly difficult, but he kept himself under control, till the point where she was so aroused from their play that she would want his touch again. Sure enough that would come, as her fingers lightly stroked the back of his neck. Eyes imploring him to lead the way. She was so accustomed to being used just for pleasure for the male, not for her own sake.

“My love.” Her voice was whisper soft, as she gazed into his eyes, and he returned this by smiling at her fondly.“IIyra…treasured.” Tagor growled, though his tone was not aggressive, just how it sounded when it reverberated off his chest. Now that they were discovering each other, he decided that they would continue this, only in a manner that would lead them both to sexual fulfillment. Long ago, one of his slaves from the spice nations, had shown Tagor a few positions from a book called the Kama sutra. He gently rolled IIyra onto his stomach, however her back would face his chest, and her buttocks would be resting upon his lower stomach. Using his large hand, he parted her legs so in effect she was straddling him, but he moved his thick member in between her legs, so with its natural curve it now sat plump against her folds. The point of this was, as they both started to move, his member would tease her clit, by sliding up and between, while him being on his back, he had access to touching her breasts at will. The more aroused that IIyra became, the easier it would be to have her mount from this position, propping herself up with her palms, whilst her bottom would roll and turn as it rested on his stomach. It was both a way of being close, without the bulk of Tagor upon her, and also gave her the chance to be well lubricated from the stroking play before hand. Tagor took to task and began to lift his hips ever slightly, enough to have his member slide against her sensitive lips, while tilting her head with his free hand, so he could steal a kiss as she had her face partially towards his. It was something new, and ideal to help her learn that she too deserved pleasure from their lovemaking.

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February 10, 2014 10:09AM
He had called her his treasure. She supposed that was true for the only love she’d ever known was of her parents and sister. But that was a lifetime ago and there was no use dwelling on things that could not be. This was her purpose in life now, to be a proper mate to the man who had, in a sense, saved her very existence. If she was his treasure, then he was her salvation.

Laying on his back, he nudged her body over his, moving her around until she was straddling his stomach and facing his feet. His thick member was pressed against her womanly folds, warm and pulsing and she gasped at the sensation. His hands wrapped around her hips and held her as he slowly canted his hips upward, sliding against her moistening heat. Her eyes slid closed and her head fell back against her shoulders, her hair lightly brushing against his chest as it flowed behind her. He caught her lips in a kiss that set her soul aflame with desire.

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Her skin glowing, her body throbbing, she moaned lightly as her hips rolled over his. There was something about this that seemed instinctual, though she’d never been the initiator of sex before. It was as if this was something her body already knew how to do, despite the newness of it. She slid forward against him, then back until the head of him was set to press inside of her. She inhaled sharply at the feel of him, poised at her entrance. And how she wanted him with every fiber of her being.

She rose upward a fair bit and slid down slowly, feeling the press of him against her. She wanted this…wanted him. Her body vibrated over him and it seemed the universe held its collective breath to see what would happen next. She pressed down, feeling him press hard. There was a dull pain as she did this, but she didn’t let it stop her. Pain she was used to. Her body’s natural response acted as a lubricant and not even a moment more, with a slight pop, he was inside of her. She gasped, her eyes flying open, and if one were to look, they would see that her pupils were blown with desire and need. A low moan teased her lips. She paused in her movements, body straining to adjust to his thick girth. He was only a few inches within her and yet she felt every single inch of him as if he were fully seated. Her fingers were clenched in the meat of his thighs beneath her as her body slowly began to adjust, allowing him to slide into her inch by agonizing inch. He must have had the willpower of the gods to simply lay beneath and not just thrust forcefully into her and causing her irreparable harm.

When there was but a few inches left between her and the ultimate pleasure, she took fate into her hands and pressed down and hard. She cried out as he breached her fully, the light of her magic making her skin glow brightly. Her head fell forward, her shoulders shaking with suppressed need as she throbbed around him.

“Ussta ssinssrigg, ussta ssinssrin, ussta ssrig’luin.” (“My love, my desire, my need.”) she moaned, her voice taking on a husky quality never heard before. The glow of her light was bright and to anyone passing by their tent, it would look as if the fires had been banked high within.

Feminine instinct took over and Ilyra began to move her hips in a sensuous dance. Her body, long suppressed by her slavery, moved of it’s own accord, rotating over Tagor’s as she pressed her hands behind her against his chest. She moaned as she felt the press of his hard length against that spot within her that had her seeing stars. He allowed her to set her own pace, growing more and more comfortable with her own body and what it desired.

“Tagor…love me…” she breathed, her body straining for a release of not only body, but mind and soul. To be truly connected to her mate on the most intimate of levels.

Would he give her what she sought? Would he take his pleasure and not allow her to achieve her own? Or would it be a mutual release, design to connect them on a level neither had felt before.

The air was heavy with the magic leeching from her body, little pinpoints of light dancing around the tent and caressing against Tagor’s bronzed skin. It wasn’t painful, far from it. Every move she felt, he felt in return. It was as if he were seeing what she was seeing, feeling what she was feeling, as they were no longer two separate entities but one mind, body, heart and soul.

A light sheen of perspiration coated her skin as her passions ignited. She was breathless with feeling so much at once, she felt lost. His hands on her skin kept her anchored in the here and now. The tension she’d been dealing with for so long began to ebb away under his tender mercies.

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
February 10, 2014 05:26PM
Tagor and IIyra’s tent – The Beginning

“Tagor…love me…”

Her cry was almost breathless, as her natural instinct brought her to move her body of its own accord. IIyra’s voice had a husky quality as she seized this new wave of desire, that was bringing her a feeling of euphoria she had never before known. She was doing well, accepting his girth a bit at a time, and slowly easing onto him. The pain and pleasure meshed together, while her body started the rhythmic hip rolling, only getting her lower and lower. Tagor grunted with pleasure at the feeling of tightness from her; muscles working to grip his shaft, while at the same time lubricated with her hot sex. But now IIyra wanted more. Not just for Tagor to lay there and be used, she wanted him to bring her more pleasure. He obliged, by licking his large digits, then reaching around as she gyrated. A single finger stroked between her lush folds, while his other free hand came to clamp over her right bosom. His hands were huge, and with the roughness of his skin against the suppleness of hers, the sensation would evoke a new wave of desire. Not hard kneading, for that was not needed. Tagor teased her nipple by pulling on it, and then cupping her breast, as another finger joined the first down between her legs. With the combined sensation of being stroked, along with his engorged member sliding in and out at a speed she controlled, this would be what bring IIyra to climax.

Her excitement at that moment, her moans and cries, as he pleasured her were only reawakening his own needs, and his hips started to lift off the furs, bouncing her a little. Tagor was incredibly strong, and probably didn’t know just how powerful he could be, but right now, he had a goal, and that was to have her scream his name; begging for more. She would be a Njada woman…and be proud.

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
February 10, 2014 05:58PM
When she felt the stroke of his fingers against the most intimate part of her, she gasped and panted. Grinding her body down on his, it seemed the woman within her was finally awake. This was true love-making. Not the fumbling she had to deal with to whomever paid for her favors for the night. This is what she’d been missing all those times; this feeling of floating euphoria.

As his fingers pleasures her, as his hand teased at her breast, she clenched tightly about him, her breath catching in her throat as the ultimate pleasure rolled through her like a tidal wave.

“Tagor!” She cried out loud, her entire body freezing in place as pleasure swept her away. Her breath left her in a long drawn out moan as her body welcomed him into her. She trembled violently in his grip, wanting to move away from him but wanting more from him at the same time.

Now would be the opportunity he’d been waiting for; to make her his completely. A strong and capable Njada woman.

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February 10, 2014 08:14PM
Tagor and IIyra’s tent – The Beginning

Ilyra’s cry could not only be heard in the privacy of their tent, but also outside the tent. A cry so loud that it had many stop what they were doing. The mate of Tagor had become full Njada, experiencing the wonders of a full orgasm. Tagor held her still as she froze upon him, her long wail like music to his ears. It was rare to hear a woman make such sound, and she was trembling so violently, he knew of how to finish.

Gently he rolled her onto her side, and the large Njada warrior moved in behind her. Making sure she was comfortable, as she came down from the dizzying highs. He brushed back her angelic white hair from her neck, taking his time, as he positioned himself in behind her. Tagor murmured into her hair as he lined the head of his still hard member to her dripping folds, and then eased himself in a bit at a time. With one leg draped over both of hers, he held her in place, and then started to slowly move his hips, pushing himself in and out as though savoring each moment he was inside her. Tagor wrapped an arm around her and burrowed his face into the crook of her neck. She could feel the warmth of his breath as he made each hip thrust; a delicious grunting sound as he completed her. IIyra though having come herself, could feel an incredible closeness, the very love of this man as he bound her in his arms, protecting her and loving her all at once. He didn’t speed up, but kept the constant rocking, which was building as his size increased inside her. Finally, he was short of breath, and the last two hip thrusts came. He released a sound, that was muffled through her skin, much quieter than normal. Filling her and then continuing to hold her close to him, as the candles burnt brightly around them. Tagor’s hands wandered to her stomach, and there they lay.

They had not just mated, but made love. It was the beginning of their lives as a couple. The leaders of the Njada.

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February 11, 2014 07:16AM
Out of breath, Ilyra simply floated on a sea of desire. So strong she felt like she could tackle any hardship thrown her way. She had truly survived for this moment. Tagor had figuratively torn her apart and put her back together as a whole new person. She did not want to let this feeling go.

She was aware of when he slipped slowly from her and she made a little sound of disappointment. It didn’t last long as he pulled her down beside him, spooning her from behind. She felt the brush of his hand in her hair, pulling the damp strands away from her neck as he pressed in close. He murmured something she didn’t catch as he eased himself into her once more. She moaned his name, pressing the back of her head against his shoulder, her eyes closed as he draped a large leg over hers. She shivered as he thrust into her still throbbing core, her overstimulated organs squeezing tight around him as this angle allowed him to go deep within her. His movements were slow and Ilyra couldn’t help but feel a sense of closeness at this act.

He wrapped an arm around her, burrowing his face into the crook of her neck, his warm breath ghosting across her skin. Each thrust within her would be accompanied by a grunt of pleasure from him, causing her to moan and arch her back, meeting his thrust with one of her own. He neither moved too fast nor too slow, but a constant steady pace that kept her on edge for moments at a time.

His name, whispered on a sigh, as she felt him expand within her. He made a sound behind her, muffled against her skin as he finally reached his own peak, thrusting twice more before stilling, his body rigid against her back, throbbing within her and filling her with his seed. An answering throb from herself, her breathing synced in time with his own.

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He didn’t release her from his embrace, nor did he remove himself from her body. His hands wandered to her stomach and remained in place. Her own small hands joined against his upon her stomach where their child slept in her womb, her fingers tangling with his, content for the first time in her adult life.

No words were spoken between them. None needed to be said.

What Ilyra hadn’t realized then, was that by the releasing of her magic inside of their tent, surrounding Tagor with her love and commitment, bonded him completely to her. She was his mate, yes, but the reverse was also true. As the father of her child, as the mate of a Winter Elf, the bond between them signified that Tagor would be unable to take another woman to his furs, no woman may touch him in return without causing himself and Ilyra some sort of pain. And if he were to die, she would die with him for elves could not bear to live without their bondmate.

She had been taken from her homeland before this was explained to her and she did not know of it.

It would be something they would discover together, most assuredly.

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
February 11, 2014 07:58AM
Njada Village

The new day dawned for the sleeping couple, who had enjoyed the closeness and warmth of each other throughout the cold of the night; wrapped within each other’s arms in the large pile of furs and cushions. Tagor was the first to stir as he could hear the sounds of a village coming to life, as many started their days early. Gently, Tagor eased himself from Ilyra as she lay sleeping soundly. She looked so utterly beautiful, her skin aglow and still warmed from being held. He placed a large fur across her body to maintain his warmth, as he rose to standing, and stretched himself out. The Njada chief was of course hungry after not eating a terrible lot at the feast, and he also needed to wash. There were special water gourds kept in the tents for bathing, and he strode over and picked one up, pouring water across himself, before picking up a special soap bar, that he rubbed himself vigorously with, before cleansing off with more water. A quick rub down with a large cloth, which he hung on a rope that ran across one of the roof sections, before going to get dressed in his pants and large belt, that covered a fair portion of his stomach. Later, he would ask IIyra to braid his long hair as it was customary for his mate to do so, but for now he would let her sleep.

Tagor now ready for the day, looked down at his pregnant mate, and smiled at her as she slept. She would wake up soon enough, and by then there would be slave girls to prepare her for the day. He would make sure of that. Sharma would still be out of action after defending IIyra against Marmut, and Tagor had plans to go pay her a visit later. But, first things first, and that was to tend to the horses, and also ride out to the scouting position to see what the neighboring clans were up too. If they had moved settlements into their lands or not. This was not uncommon, but the Njada did not take well to such things and there was usually disagreements that ended in violence, unless some sort of deal could be struck.

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Heading out to the main horse enclosure, Tagor was met by one of his leading men, Bsar. They exchanged a handshake, gripping each other’s forearm, before going to mount their horses. Bsar asked. “You slept well, Tagor?” Tagor had a bit of a smug expression, and replied. “Mhmm…Mate very good to Tagor.” Both men laughed as they rode out to the scouting cliff.

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
February 11, 2014 09:20AM
The new day dawned bright and clear for the people of the Njada. As leader of their people, Tagor arose as the sun did, getting ready for his day. As he removed himself from her, she murmured something in her sleep and snuggled deeper into the furs, not waking.

She remained asleep long after he’d gone and only woke when the slave girls who tended her before the feast entered the tent, one shaking her gently awake.

Gray eyes met green and she sat up with a yawn, not bothering to pull the the furs up to cover herself.

“Good day, Ilyra. How did you sleep?”

“I slept well, Mija. Thank you.” Ilyra smiled as she climbed to her feet.

“You wish to see Sharma today?” Mija asked as she and Senji washed the evidence of Tagor and Ilyra’s lovemaking from her body and helped her dress for the day.

“I would, if that is all right.”

“She is asking for you. We will take you to her after you have broken your fast.”

“Agreed.” Ilyra nodded, moving to the platters of food they had brought with them.

Once she’d taken her fill, she was lead through the village, surprised when some of the younger children ran up to her and touched her gently before running off with giggles of delight. She looked at Mija in wonder.

“Word has spread you are true mate of Tagor, true Njada woman.”

“How do they know?”

“Several heard you and Tagor upon your furs.” Senji shrugged. Ilyra felt her face heat in extreme embarassement. “Do not be ashamed of this. It is proof you can provide for mate, proof that he need not seek furs of others for Tagor has pride in mate and family. No shame in that.”

It was the second time someone had told her not to be ashamed of what she had with Tagor. It seemed the Njada were a prideful people and by certain actions and deeds, proved their worthiness to the rest of the people. Ilyra would endeavor to overcome feeling ashamed of these things.

She was lead to Sharma’s side and spent some time with the young woman who had defended her with her life. She took time to use her magic to heal the worst of her bruises but the others would have to heal naturally. The medicine woman thanked Ilyra for her help with a smile to the young elf, stating that now Sharma would heal much faster and be back at Ilyra’s side in a few days time instead of a few weeks.

Letting the woman sleep, Ilyra rejoined Mija and Senji, who lead her around the village to show her how they lived. There were women who weaved baskets, women who made breads and meats, worked in the fields to harvest crops and those who took care of the young ones who couldn’t care for themselves. There were even elders who teached. It was a communal society where everyone worked together and no one was for themselves.

Surprising even the slaves, Ilyra offered to help where she could, in the fields with the other women and even learned the art of basket weaving. Using her magic, she fortified the baskets so they would last longer and even carry water and other liquids without losing a drop. In a way, she brought her own help and worthiness to the Njada people.

And she enjoyed every moment of it.

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The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP] (4) – Mirari : The Forest of Ashes.

12 Wednesday Feb 2014

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
February 04, 2014 04:25AM
Basalt Falls – Njada Lands

Sprayed with the blood of his brother, Tagor releases IIyra and washes himself clean all the while keeping an eye on IIyra. He didn’t want her to remain in this place a moment longer than necessary, and with the sacred site tainted with death and violence, it was going to have to be cleansed of evil. He rose with water dripping down his torso, and then looked back at the slain body of his brother. The last thing Tagor wanted was to have to touch the man, the man that tried to take IIyra from him. Snorting, Tagor ordered Jamai to take Sharma back to the village, and then get a group of men to come and fetch the body of murderous Marmut, then have the Shaman come and perform a sacrifice to rid the site of evil. Jamai slowly helped Sharma from the waters, checking her face for the large swelling bruise and cut that had now gotten worse. She was going to need treatment, and probably be out of action a few days at least. She would however be rewarded, for trying to shield IIyra from the raging Marmut.

With Jamai and Sharma heading back, Tagor turned and then scooped up his woman; IIyra and held her close to his chest, as he carried her out of the cool waters, and then made the long walk back to the village.

Njada lands – Village

The village itself was now abuzz with the news of what Marmut had done. Many were shocked and angered, while a few men questioned Tagor’s attitude to his new mate. It was clear he was going to have to settle this once and for all before the elders of the council, rather than have another buck decide he could try and steal IIyra away from Tagor. It would be a cold day in hell before he would dare allow a man within fifty feet of her.

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Reaching their tent, a guard pulled back the tent flap and Tagor carried IIyra inside, placing her down gently as another pair of maidens arrived outside, both Njada women. When they heard and saw Sharma, there was no shortage of women that wanted to help care for IIyra. Whispers were she was carrying the future leader in her belly, and she was viewed to be an almost holy figure. Tagor allowed the women to enter and gestured with his hand to IIyra.

“Mate of Tagor needs touch. Rub and please her, then prepare her for feast.”

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He would not stay for this, though he would probably enjoy watching IIyra getting massaged, but he had to deal with the body of his brother, as well as quell any disputes that arise from this unfortunate series of events. Would Tagor’s leadership be questioned? Only time would tell. Tagor gave his mate a half smile, reaching to touch her hair, before walking proudly out of the tent.

The two women set up their baskets of oils and smooth stones, and then one asked.

“Please, IIyra of Njada, disrobe and we shall help to relax and comfort you.”

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February 04, 2014 07:11AM
It had been a harrowing few hours for the pregnant elven woman, and now that the shock of Marmut’s attack had worn off, Ilyra found herself tired, ill and a bit shakey on her feet.

Tagor, after washing the blood of his brother from his body, solved that problem by scooping her small form into his arms and carrying her back to their tent, following Jamai and Sharma as they did so.

The village was buzzing with gossip as they returned but Tagor ignored them all as he headed inside their tent. He placed her carefully on her feet before gesturing to the two Njada women who had come in behind him.

“Mate of Tagor needs touch. Rub and please her, then prepare her for feast.” he ordered. She was unaware of the thoughts currently crowding his mind but he graced her with one of his rare smiles before he left.

Afterwards, the two women stepped forward to offer their services to Ilyra.

“Please, Ilyra of Njada, disrobe and we shall help to relax and comfort you.”

Nodding, not feeling the least bit embarassed about being nude before other women, Ilyra removed her clothing, noticing there were blood stains on the front.

“Please burn those.” she stated, not wishing the taint of Marmut to touch her body in any way. One of the women nodded and quickly scooped up the material before tossing it in the flames of the firepit.

“New dress for you is being made. Very soft on skin.” she told Ilyra. She pointed to the bedfurs. “You rest and we take care of you and babe.”

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Nodding, Ilyra moved to the furs with a grace and elegance that would make others envious that she was able to move so free. But she was an elf of grand lineage and despite her slave status, it was obvious her breeding and manners shown through.

The woman set to work on Ilyra, massaging her tense muscles and placing warming stones along her spine to draw any bad spirits from her aura and that of her unborn child. She was treated like a queen, and in a sense she was, being Tagor’s mate and future mother of his children.

A third woman came in some time later with Ilyra’s new dress, a fur so soft it made the hairs stand up on her body as it slithered over her petite form. It was of the purest of whites, as if it had been cured and set in the sun for a long time and held small beads down the front that complimented the color of her eyes.

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There were matching boots to go with it and she slipped them on her feet, wondering at their softness and warmth.

“Winter come…will keep warm.” the woman stated.

“Thank you.” Ilyra replied. “How is Sharma? May I see her?”

“Sharma rest now. Medicine woman help. We go to feast to honor Tagor’s return to us and your place at his side. Great honor as mate. No disappoint Tagor.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Ilyra stated, eyes wide. Disappointing the man who saved her very life was the last thing she wanted to do. She would go and see Sharma on her own time and thank her for her protection and friendship.

The women, having finished with Ilyra, left the tent to lead her to the feast.

She hoped whatever errand had sent Tagor from her was fruitful, and was eager to see him at the feast.

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
February 04, 2014 09:00PM
Njada Lands – Council of Elders

Tagor sat within the largest chair of a large circle, that was part of a pit. The inside of the pit held a fire and also a round platform on which people stand before their peers when the council of Elders met. This day, there had been an emergency meeting called, as the death of Marmut and his slave had caused an uproar within the Njada community. Tagor sat stony faced, as a group of men, carried in on a wooden stretcher, the body of Marmut, who was placed beside that of the body of his servant girl, who had been beaten to death. The council elders all murmured amongst themselves, as this was not a normal occurrence within the village.

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Suddenly from outside the large tent, a woman who wore exotic jewels and the clothes of a higher member of the Njada entered the council, crying and wailing. She spied the body of her son, Marmut, and then fell down at his side, and beat her hands on the ground, raising them up to the sky and begging why….why was her son dead? No one had told her the circumstances of his death, only that he was. Now, the truth was going to be revealed, since the wailing woman, was also the mother of the Chief, Tagor.

Tagor rose up, and then looked at each member of the Council in turn, as his mother’s sobs lessened. This was not something he had ever envisioned happening, not within his own family, but Njada rules of life had been broken and he paid for this with his life.

“Tagor come before you. to speak of the death of Marmut…my brother, and his slave; Kaleaf.” For a moment he paused, as his Mother raised her head, her tear stained face looking up at him expectantly but she was in for a very rude shock.“Kaleaf…was beaten to death by her Master Marmut, after he had seen Mate of Tagor enter village.” This brought a collective gasp from the members of the council, and this was when Sharma and Jamai entered the tent, both witnesses to the events that Tagor was explaining.

“Sharma and IIyra…Mate of Tagor went to the Basalt Falls to cleanse before feast. Basalt Falls is sacred to women, observed and agreed to by Council.” All the council nodded, knowing this was true, even Thiras knew this. Thrias continued to stare at Marmut, as he went into the final part of his defense. “Marmut…went to Basalt Falls to lay with IIyra…mate of Tagor.” More shocked looks and this had Thiras shaking her head in disbelief. She knew that Marmut had laid with Tagor’s slave’s before, and this was the first time there had been a problem. There was a part of this she was not getting, and Tagor looked squarely at his mother.

“Tagor mated IIyra in town of trade, and she carries young Njada son in belly. Tagor found Marmut, trying to attack IIyra. Marmut tried to kill Tagor.” He then snarled the last part, as every fibre in his being hated his brother for his betrayal.

“Tagor kill Marmut!”

At this the council went into meltdown and Thiras looked up at Tagor horrified. Her own son, killed her other. It was simply unthinkable. She shook her fist at her son, and then spat at the ground just near where he stood. Even though Tagor had acted in the right way, and by council law, his own mother rejected this, and shamed him in front of the Elders.

“You are no son of Thiras.”

With that, she marched out of the tent leaving many in a state of shock.

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February 07, 2014 09:18PM
Many men and women stopped to stare at Ilyra as she was lead to the site where the feast was being held. With her fair coloring and the dress she wore, she stood out among them as if she were a moving pillar of light. Jealous looks were sent her way from the more adventerous of women, wondering how an “outsider” managed to do what they’d been trying to do for years; snag their leader as a mate. Did she bewitch him? Was there magic involved?

Possibly the only magic involved was the magic of a man who truly cared for the woman she was and not as a slave, or a brood mare.

Ilyra held her head high, ignoring the covetous looks being sent her way. She may have been a slave, but first and foremost, she was a Princess of Clan Tal, pride of the Winter Elves.

That was until a woman, who looked similarly like Tagor stopped her in the middle of the path and spat at her feet. Surprised, she jumped away from the liquid staining the ground and looked at the woman.

“You kill my son! You make Tagor kill my son! You no mate of Tagor! You die slow and painful!” she snarled. Ilyra’s eyes were wide as the woman spat angrily at her.

“Your son try to hurt mate of Tagor! You shall be quiet!” snapped an elderly man who had stepped up behind the small group. The man was known to all as Motka and he was Tagor’s grandfather. He had always loathed the fact that Thiras had somehow managed to trap his son into a loveless union, even though she had borne him two grandsons. Marmut had inherited his mother’s penchant for causing trouble wherever he went and hadn’t learned the value of hard work and apt rewards. Tagor was the opposite and he was proud that his son had chosen Tagor to lead their people when he had passed away. This had only fostered Marmut’s cruelty to unheard of levels. More then one slave had come from his tent bleeding, bruised and in pain.

Though his age was great, his mind was sharp and he stared down Thiras. “Son chose correctly for Tagor to lead our people. Marmut all your fault! Ban from village you shall be if you do not desist.” Motka glared.

Snarling in anger, Thiras turned and headed for her tent at the edge of the village. Motka turned kind eyes to Ilyra. “Mate of Tagor. Motka would be honored to take to feast.” He held out his hand to her.

“I would be honored.” she nodded, placing her hand in his. He drew her forward and they continued on their way. While they walked, Ilyra learned that he was Tagor’s grandfather, and was proud of his grandson and the leadership skills he displayed in leading their people. He was hard but fair and had refused many women as mates for himself, claiming he was looking for that special woman to share his furs with. She blushed when he gave her the once-over and claimed she would breed many fine sons to carry on Tagor’s legacy. She placed a hand over her still-flat stomach and hoped that was true.

Reaching the site of the feast, she noticed that many slaves and servants were rushing about and getting things ready. Motka lead her to a place that sat facing North toward the village.

“Sit here. Mate of Tagor share place of pride at feast.” Motka announced as Ilyra lowered herself to the furs at her feet. She nodded and he moved to sit beside her on her left. She assumed (correctly) that Tagor’s place was on her right side and couldn’t wait to see him. She wondered where he was.

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
February 08, 2014 05:01AM
Njada Feast

Many of those that were the tribe elders and had sat in council when Tagor admitted that he had killed his own brother according to tribal law, had now made their way down to the feast area. Most were still talking about the events that transpired within the council tent, but there was no doubt, that Tagor had acted properly and by their way. Regardless of what Thiras wanted, or even for disowning her own son, it was clear, that this would not affect Tagor’s position amongst his people. On many occasions, he had been victorious in the wars against their neighbors and rivals, and had provided good and open communication with the trading nations, thus allowing the Njada to prosper for many years. He was both highly regarded as a leader and respected for his actions, which always spoke louder than words.

Thiras was angrily walking away from the feast ground, as the council approached and then began to pass her, as she hurled abuse and obscenities. Clearly, this was not over, even with her late husband’s father pulling rank and putting her in her place. She spotted Tagor, and if looks could kill….Tagor did not respond, or react, instead he held his head with dignity, and made his way to the feast grounds, where he was to receive a large welcome from his people; the Njada. Celebratory dancing began in the center of the pit, while Tagor made his way around to take his seat in the ceremonial chair. Of course, IIyra had been brought to take her place with the leaders, and on seeing Motka, he struck his chest fiercely and shouted a greeting in his baritone voice.

The music and drumming intensified, as large trays of food were brought around by owned slaves, each girl dressed in leathers and fine furs, that barely covered them. With their dark skins painted with exotic symbols, and their hair brushed to gleaming, they looked incredibly attractive under the lights of the torches.

Near naked women danced and enticed many of the Njada warriors, some women with bare breasts and just wearing beads and jewels, from the spice lands.

Tagor didn’t seem to be interested in the dancers. He sat on the right side of IIyra, and every so often, he stole a glance at her before maintaining a more regal pose. Tagor didn’t reach to touch IIyra, which was odd, since when they were at the slave market township, he did so in front of his peers, his men and the Sheikh. Was he troubled at all, by the death of his brother, the disowning by his mother, and having to face council? Perhaps a drink would make him relax, but for the first part of the feast, he sat and stared forward, clearly deep in thought.

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Servant girls hovered around, and constantly were offering food and more wine to IIyra, but clearly the girls were timid around the hulking Tagor. He was normally more accepting, but only took a small helping of food, as the trays passed him.

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
February 08, 2014 06:07AM
Njada Celebratory Feast

Ilyra stared in wonderment at the large celebration going on before her. Naked and half-naked women danced about, enticing the Njada males while slaves passed around large platters of food.

From the corner of her eye, Ilyra watched Tagor. He seemed to be enjoying the feast, but with the expression on his face, his mind seemed to be far away. Every once in a while his fingers would twitch as if he wanted to touch her, but refrained from doing so. She caught the glances he gave her every now and then and couldn’t help but wonder if he was beginning to regret his purchasing of her.

His brother was dead because of her…and now it seemed as if his mother hated her deeply for it.

Serving girls kept bringing her food and wine but she declined both, not feeling very hungry at that moment. Motka leaned toward her to whisper in her ear.

“No food not good for babe. Make him weak and puny. Not strong like other Njada. Bring shame to house of Tagor. You eat.”

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Ilyra looked at him, shame and regret shining in her gray depths. Motka shook his head. “You no shame Tagor. Marmut bring shame to house. Thiras bring shame to house. Not Ilyra. She bring pride to house. Pride to Tagor. Must hold on to pride like scars of honor Tagor wears.” Ilyra turned her head, eyes traveling over Tagor’s bronzed skin, taking in the many scars of battle covering his body. She had touched a few the day before as they lay together, admiring their texture. It made him seem more imposing.

Another platter of food was brought to them and Ilyra took some of the meats and fruits to nibble on, Motka giving her an approving smile as she did so.

“You will do, Ilyra of Winter Elves.” Motka nodded, patting her arm before turning his gaze back to the feast.

Ilyra ate her fill as the celebrations continued, continuously aware of the large man at her right-hand side, wishing there was something she could do to ease his mind.

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February 08, 2014 06:31AM
Njada Celebratory Feast

One thing about feasts is that the drinking of wine, often loosens the lips of the guests, and after Jamai had come back from checking on the condition of Sharma, he spoke of the events that occurred at the falls. From his own account, and the way that Tagor had stood for his woman, it brought many looks from those seated around the fires, and those being entertained by the dancers. As word passed from group to group, it was clear that there was a renewed interest in the mate of Tagor; a woman who was worth more to Tagor than being a simple slave. Some of the men nodded, and raised their horn mugs up to toast their leader, other women were awe struck by it, but one that was interested, very interested was the medicine woman that had been at the side of the dying slave, the one that Marmut killed in a jealous fit of rage because she was not IIyra.

Slowly, the medicine woman approached the leader Tagor, and his grandfather Motka, along with IIyra. She started to speak in the old language, that had all the guests and dancers stop. Only the crackling of the fire pit could be heard, along with the echo of the wind as it passed through trees, and tent flaps.

Motka understood what she was saying, and leaned to IIyra to translate.

“Dekarya….Medicine woman…she says…Tagor’s mate chosen by the Gods. Son of Tagor grows in belly. She says…Son to be strong…ride great horse of the wild.” Motka then added to IIyra “No one has been able to catch. They say Horse of White from the mountains, be tamed only by the chosen. My own father spoke of legend of Great white horse” This must have meant, that IIyra’s son, was dreamt of long before the trade trip. Motka continued to translate. “Tagor’s mate carry mark. Great magic of Ice and strength of Njada. Gods pleased with Tagor and his mate.” The medicine woman reached for IIyra’s hand and placed in it a small bag, that contained a necklace. It was a charm that would help ward off evil…like that of Thiras. She glanced up at Tagor as she did this, and he simply nodded his approval. Dekarya then reached for Tagor’s hand and brought it to be placed on IIyra. She spoke quickly, and then looked at Tagor seriously. Telling him not to forget, he was the leader, yes….but he had to remember IIyra. Maybe that was what he needed, for he had held back during the feast. Now he felt more at ease. He moved his hand from IIyra’s hand, and then stroked her hair. It was a start, and surely by the time they returned to their tent, he would be far more attentive in private.

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
February 08, 2014 06:52AM
Jamai, having come from checking on Sharma, shared with all who asked him about the elven woman in their midst. By the time the story reached the fires of the feast, all within the village knew what Tagor had done to protect this woman, and were pleased by it.

The village medicine woman came from her tent to the feast and began speaking. Ilyra couldn’t understand a word she said but Motka was kind enough to translate for her.

Her eyes widened as she listened to the woman’s tale, a prophecy foretold before the time she was born, before she’d become a slave.

The woman handed Ilyra a small pouch, inside of which contained a necklace she was told would ward off evil. In thanks, Ilyra immediately slipped it over her head, the beads warming against her skin. The woman then placed Tagor’s hand across Ilyra’s and spoke something to him and him alone. He nodded and the woman stepped away.

Ilyra was surprised when Tagor reached out and touched her hair and she graced him with a small smile. Maybe things weren’t so bad after all.

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February 09, 2014 05:39AM
Njada Celebratory Feast

The blessings of the Shaman gave all that bore witness a sense of both awe and relief, for their leader had killed his own blood to protect his mate, but also the unborn child within. This child would bring great joy, not only to his parents, but as the future leader of the Njada. A man that will rise to ride the Great white of the wild. It meant the survival of the Njada, and the legacy that would go on for many hundreds of years to come. At the top end of the feast area, Tagor sat and watched the performances of the dancers and even some wrestling, which was always a good sport to enjoy. Tagor’s hand remained upon IIyra from the moment that Dekarya had placed his hand on IIyra’s. As much as he was Leader, he had to remember the importance of the bond between them. For a man like Tagor, he could not express his personal feelings publicly. So much he wanted to say to IIyra and to do to her, but for now he maintained a dignified stance. As much as it would have been unsettling for her, it was just as much so for him.

The final dancers came and performed their act, and brought the feast to a glorious end, with many a Njada man taking a dancer or slave girl back to their tents, to continue to celebrate the night, and the return of Tagor and his mate. Tagor rose from his chair, and turned back to his grandfather, and again he showed respect by striking his chest. There was no words passed, but Motka knew that he would speak with his grandson in the daylight hours. Tagor motioned with his hand for IIyra to rise, and follow him back to the tent, their home. He walked in silence, as those he passed bowed their heads in respect.

Tagor and IIyra’s tent

The candles had all been lit and the leader’s tent had been swept and cleaned. The furs all arranged and sewn cushions scattered in a pile. As Tagor entered the tent, he began to remove his ceremonial leather gauntlets, and began to undress fully, as IIyra would be coming inside. Again for a time, he was quiet and his face looked to be contemplating what to say when IIyra made herself at home. Normally, Tagor would be keen to take her on the furs, but there was something different about him. From the reflection of the candle lights, you could easily see the battle scars that riddled Tagor’s chest and back, scars he was proud of, each to show he had fought hard and won.

When he was fully naked, he approached IIyra and placed his large digit under her chin, so she would need to look up into his eyes. Large dark eyes gazed down at her, and if she looked close enough, you could see the unmistakable sign. He was deeply in love with her. Many might have thought he had been bewitched by her magic, but it was not magic at all. They had formed a bond that was above that of most others. He had chosen a slave to be his mate, but turned her into a Queen of the Njada; even at the risk of being ostracized by his own mother. Now, his people, his grandfather and the shaman had all come to accept and take pride in his choice, and now in the privacy of their tent, he could be true to her, and say what his heart felt.

“Greatest fight…winning IIyra.”

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That is how he viewed it. Overcoming what people thought and believed. Raising a woman from slavery and to the most highest role in the Njada. He still had their respect, after everything….but did he have hers?

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
February 09, 2014 10:12AM
The Ending of the Feast…and The Beginning

All through the celebrations, Tagor kept his hand over hers at his side. She felt such a connection with him, it was a surprise to her how quickly she thought of him as hers. For years she’d been a slave: used, abused, hit on and hit, beaten until she could barely walk for some form of disobedience and sold to the highest bidder when she was no longer deemed worthy.

And now here was this man…this warrior…willing to fight for her. She had stopped hoping for a savior in the years after she was taken from her home. She had just wanted to survive. She hadn’t put much stock into her own self-worth, hadn’t thought that anyone would want to fight for her. She had to fight for herself.

In the slave harems, it was killed or be killed and she had to fight for both food and a place to sleep. Had she killed? Yes…it was inevitable. But she’d been sick with grief the first few times it had happened. But then it became a part of her everyday life. She had learned the realities of life that she’d been sheltered from in the Winterlands.

So distracted in her thoughts she was, she hadn’t noticed the ending of the feast until Tagor released her hand and moved fluidly to his feet. He indicated that she was to follow him and after gracing Motka with a kiss to his weathered cheek, got to her own feet to follow him.

The walk was a silent one and those they passed bowed their heads in respect. She remained behind him, as she’d been taught, but easily kept pace with his long strides.

Upon reaching the tent, Tagor began removing his ceremonial garb. As Ilyra was a few steps behind him, she entered in time to see him removing the rest of his clothing. The firelight played against the scars on his back, badges of honor in past battles and she itched to reach her hand out to brush her fingers over them.

Instead, she remained standing in the center of their home, hands loosely resting at her side and her head bowed before him.

There was a change in the air as he approached her and his finger tucked under her chin so that she would look at him. His eyes were deep wells of emotion and her breath caught in her throat. Her hand reached upward, slim fingers wrapping around his wrist as he pinned her with his gaze.

“Greatest fight…winning Ilyra.” Though his voice was gruff, the words were spoken with a gentleness she never thought him capable of. Her eyes dropped low as she was unable to move her head due to his hand placed where it was.

“I’d given up hope a long time ago of finding salvation at the hands of my captors.” she whispered, her voice tight with emotion. Her gaze returned to his face, her eyes shining with tears. “You’ve restored my faith in that hope.”

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The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP] (3) – Mirari : The Forest of Ashes.

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
February 01, 2014 05:53AM
The Njada Lands

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The two day trek back from the market lands had finally brought the caravans home to a rousing welcome from the Njada people. As the procession passed under the battling stallions, you could hear the cheers and cries of the people, as they ran out of their huts and tents. Scores of wives and children, servants and the like, all happy to see the brave Njada men return home, with what was sure to be a plentiful bounty in their days of trade.

Togar rode on proudly, with IIyra at his side, as they were the first to enter the village proper.

One that was pleased to welcome them home was Togar’s brother; Marmut who emerged from his elaborate tent, wearing a simple flap of leather, since he had just mated with one of his slaves. He beamed as he saw his brother, and then when his eyes fell upon the white haired elf that was riding the white mare, his grin only increased. Tagor had done well in this year’s trade. Such a fine slave, but he was quizical as to why the girl was riding a horse at all. Normally they had to walk behind the caravans. What had brought about this change? Either way, he could feel the stirring in his loins just looking at IIyra. He could only imagine how she would feel, when he had her on the furs.

Marmut continued to watch, as Tagor pulled up and then dismounted his horse, only instead of greeting his brother, he went to help IIyra off her horse. From here, he simply walked her to his own tent. No doubt he wished to have some time alone with her. This only made Marmut frown.

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
February 01, 2014 06:28AM
The Lands of the Njada

Ilyra’s eyes were wide as she looked upon the multitudes of men, women, children and servants who rushed from their huts and tents to welcome the Njada men home. If these people ever went to battle, they would surely outnumber the raiding armies by at least 20 to 1.

They pulled to a stop outside what she assumed was Tagor’s living quarters. He dismounted his horse and went about helping her down from hers. She thanked her mare for the safe journey before Tagor whisked her away to his tent.

She was unaware of the eyes…of Tagor’s brother, Marmut, that followed them.

Inside Tagor’s tent, it was much bigger then the one they’d spent the night in and much more lived in. She could see his armaments of battle stacked in the corner, almost hidden by a thick fur that served as a curtain of sorts. Curious, she walked around, looking at his things, but not touching them as she wasn’t sure it would be allowed. Though her heart knew she was no longer a slave, her mind told her a different story and it was difficult to blend the two. It would take some time, she knew.

She turned to face him, her hair gleaming in the firelight, her eyes as dark as shadows. For some reason, she was inexplicable nervous, now that they were in his homelands.

“It’s lovely.” she whispered, clutching her hands nervously.

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
February 01, 2014 07:15AM
Outside Tagor’s tent

Jamai was not far along in the procession, but he could see up ahead, that Tagor had helped IIyra from her horse and then taken her into his tent. He knew what this meant, and was swift to act, so that the Chief would not be kept waiting. As the large carts were pulling in, and many families were being reunited, Jamai made his way to one of the slave women’s tents and called out for Sharma, who was once one of Togar’s slaves but very long ago. She ended up being given to another man, who had lost his wife in child birth, and kept the man happy to the end of his days. Now she helped with everything from child birth, to the preparing of women for feasts. She was regarded as one of the more fortunate of the slaves, though not free…she was treated with much respect.

Sharma appeared out of the tent and bowed to Jamai, curious for this summons.

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“Tagor has returned from the trade lands,and brought with him a woman.” Now, at first Sharma suspected it was just another slave, but there was something in Jamai’s expression that said otherwise. She didn’t want to push it, but her look was one of confusion.

“She is a Winter Elf. A special woman, and I suspect that Tagor…has planted his seed.” Jamai said firmly.

Sharma nodded, but inwardly she was shocked. Tagor never did this sort of thing normally. There had to be something special about this woman, something very special indeed.

“What you have me do, Jamai?’ Sharma asked, now wanting to know what was expected of her.

“Go to Tagor’s tent. I know him well, he will want her to have a maiden to help her prepare for life here in the Njada. You are best suited for this. Tagor also trusts you above many. Go now.”

Sharma didn’t wait to be asked again. She bowed and quickly hurried across the settlement to Tagor’s tent.

Inside Tagor’s tent

Tagor watched Ilyra silently as she nervously made her way around his tent. He smiled somewhat, knowing that she would be out of place here, not sure of what to touch, or what to do. He crossed the floor and then reached for her head, planting a kiss on her forehead.

“Happy…you will be. Tagor make sure of this. Later a feast is held for our return. You will see all of the people.” He pulled back and caressed her cheek with his large hand. There was much that he had to do, now he was back, but he knew she would not be alone. Right on cue there was a cough from outside the tent, and Tagor growled the word enter.

Sharma appeared, and kept her eyes down as she came in and got on her knees.

“I have been sent to care for Tagor’s woman.” Sharma said softly, hoping that she was not speaking out of turn.

“Good.” Just one word, and Tagor was pleased. He took one last look at IIyra, and you could see that he wanted more than anything to stay, but he had his people to lead, and so he left the tent, leaving the two women alone.

Sharma remained kneeling, her head down. IIyra would need to instruct her to move.

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
February 01, 2014 07:34AM
Ilyra was somewhat reassured of her place as Tagor kissed her head. She touched his arm in return, before there was a coughing sound from outside.

“Enter” he commanded. A young woman entered and knelt before them both, not looking at either of them. Ilyra wondered what she was here for. Was he already tired of her and was seeking his nights elsewhere?

The woman spoke then. “I have been sent to care for Tagor’s woman.” she stated.

Tagor nodded, pleased. He looked at Ilyra once more before he left the tent. Ilya watched him go, unsure of what she was to do now. She looked at the woman kneeling at her feet.

“Please…you do not need to kneel before me. Stand, if you will.” Ilyra stated, waiting as the woman did so. “What is your name?”

“I am Sharma, mate of Tagor. It is an honor to serve you.”

“Oh! You’re a slave?”

“No slave. Honored servant to house of Tagor. I help you.” Sharma stated.

“Oh, thank you.” Ilyra nodded, a small smile flitting about her face. “I am unsure what to do here. I would hate to disappoint Tagor with my inexperience.”

Sharma noticed the mark of the snow upon Ilyra’s neck and now understood so much more.

“You have mark of Winter People. You will be fine. Come. I show you where you may bathe and refresh.” Nodding, Ilyra rooted through the things Tagor had purchased for her and took out a fresh shift and soft boots. She and Sharma left the tent and headed off together, unaware they were being followed.

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
February 01, 2014 07:34PM
Basalt Falls – Njada Lands

Not far from the main encampment of the Njada, was a place known as Basalt falls. It was used primarily by the women of the Njada, and traditionally a place where men did not go. When women were experiencing their monthly cycle, it was here, that they often came to bathe. Also, it was a place where the free and slaves were able to speak openly. It was only fair in a male dominated society, that the women did have a place to their own.

As Sharma led IIyra into the tranquil setting, she let out a sigh of relief coming through the canopy and hearing the delightful gurgling sound of the waters spilling over large pebbles and stones. Around the outer perimeter of the lagoon, was a moss covered bank, that had many places to lay and catch the filtered rays of the sun, that streamed down through the boughs filled with leaves. Setting down her basket of clothes, soaps, and cleaning rock, she looked back over her shoulder as IIyra came on after her.

“You are safe here, IIyra of Njada. No men can enter.”

Words said in the spirit of what the elders had declared, but…someone did not care for rules or rituals, and followed along silently, hiding in the brush.

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Sharma approached IIyra and reached to undo her dress ties, to strip her for bathing. She looked upon the girl with kind brown eyes, much like you would imagine a leopard. She smelt strongly of exotic oils, and her body was covered in tattoos and markings of being owned by many masters. She even bore Tagor’s mark.

“Master Tagor likes you. I can see why.”

She started to stroke her hands down the woman’s body and then took her hand, to lead her into the cool blue waters.

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February 01, 2014 11:51PM
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Basalt Falls – Njada Lands

Sharma lead Ilyra to the common area the women use for their bathing needs. It was a lovely spot, not far from the village, but isolated enough that they could not be seen.

Ilyra looked around in wonder. It was a very tranquil setting.

“This is lovely.” she stated, setting her things besides Sharma’s. “And we won’t be bothered here?”

“You are safe here, Ilyra of Njada. No men can enter.” Sharma reassured her. Ilyra nodded, feeling relieved she wouldn’t have to fight off other men vying for her attentions.

Or so she thought…

Sharma stepped up to Ilyra and helped her remove her dress, stripping her so they could bathe. Her eyes were kind and she understood some of Ilyra’s nervousness, being thrust into a new situation, with a man who seemed to think the world of her. Sharma looked over Ilyra’s body without censure and liked what she saw. Jamai was correct in stating the elven woman was special. She seemed to be made for Tagor personally.

“Master Tagor likes you. I can see why.” Sharma smiled kindly, running her hands down Ilyra’s hair and body, undoing the braids of her hair so it could be washed. They talked in low voices, and with the rushing waters around their legs, anyone who was trying to listen would only hear mumbling.

“I don’t see it to be honest.” Ilyra sighed as the two women waded into the water. “I’m just a simple slave.”

“No, Ilyra of Njada, Elf of Winterlands. You are not a ‘simple slave’ as you put it. You are mate to Tagor. You carry his child. No slave before you has ever held such an honor.” Sharma stated in a soft but commanding tone. It startled Ilyra for a moment.

“How did you know?”

“I bring all Njada into these lands. I always know. It is way you carry self, proud, yet delicate. There is light in your eye.”

“Oh.” Ilyra smiled, looking down. Sharma swam up behind her and began rubbing soap into Ilyra’s hair. Ilyra remained still under the woman’s ministrations. She pressed a hand to Ilyra’s shoulder so that she could duck low and wash the soap from her hair.

Once she was clean, they moved to a cropping of rocks where Sharma rubbed some oil into Ilyra’s hair to keep it shiny and healthy before she re-braided it. As she worked, Sharma explained to Ilyra what would be expected of her as Tagor’s mate.

“You must always be ready. Most important.”

“Ready? For what?” Ilyra wondered. Sharma gave her a very distinct look and Ilyra blushed fiercely. “Oh…that.”

“Yes. Njada men are sexual creatures, always wanting their women at any given time. It proves to the others that they have vitality.”

“Hmm.” Ilyra hummed.

“You have right to say no. Njada warriors tend to bend to their women’s wills on certain matters. Mates are equals. Not one-sided.”

“I understand.”

“Njada males may not claim mated women for their own. It is considered an act of treason. Njada male come to you, not Tagor, you tell immediately. No hiding. No running. Tagor not like mate to be sniffed after like dog.”

Ilyra had wondered about that. When they had first arrived, she had caught one of the men looking at her appraisingly from her peripheral and it made her feel very uncomfortable. She had put it out of her mind for a time, but Sharma’s words brought it back. She nodded in understanding.

Sharma finished braiding Ilyra’s hair before she helped the elf dry the rest of her body. Then they moved toward their dirty clothing to wash them before the dressed, chatting more about Ilyra’s new life with Tagor and the Njada.

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
February 02, 2014 06:24AM
Basalt Falls – Njada Lands

As Sharma and IIyra washed their clothes and chatted about life in the Njada lands, there was someone watching and had been the entire time. Marmut; Tagor’s blood brother who had seen the beautiful Winter elf arrive found himself captivated and definitely wanted what he believed to be owed. He licked his lips in anticipation, and when he saw the women hunched down and scrubbing on the rocks, he thought it was the perfect time to make his move. Rising up to full height, he broke the code, and ventured into the sacred women’s bathing spot. His footsteps did not go unnoticed, as the leaf litter below his naked feet crunched loudly. Sharma turned around, half shocked to see Marmut there, walking towards them

“You are forbidden, Marmut. This is women’s falls.” Sharma pushed herself up and then saw the lustful gleam in his eyes, directed at IIyra. The split second she knew exactly what his intent was, and she was not about to stand for it. Bravely, she stood in front of IIyra to shield her as Marmut spoke gruffly.

“Tagor bring back woman. Marmut has rights.” this is what Marmut believed according to the past trips to the slave markets. He had no idea that things had changed. Sharma gasped and shook her head, holding up her hands in protest.

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“Master Tagor…mated Illyra. She is Njada, you cannot touch.” Sharma was truly putting herself in danger now, as the Njada tribesman grew fierce, his face like thunder as his hands balled into fists.

“Slave no talk to Marmut like Njada!” He then drew back his right arm, and smashed Sharma in the face, knocking her off her feet and sending her flying back, tripping on a rock and then landing with a splash in the waters. Sneering at the fallen slave, he then turned his attentions to IIyra and commanded;

“ALL FOURS…NOW!”

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
February 02, 2014 06:50AM
Ilyra was enjoying Sharma’s company and teachings, feeling better about the new life she was about to undertake when there was the crunch of leaves behind them. Thinking it was another of the village women come to join them, they turned, Ilyra with a greeting on the edge of her tongue. Both paused when they saw the man who stood there. It wasthe man who had been eyeing Ilyra when they’d first arrived.

Something about him screamed danger and it was confirmed a moment later when Sharma stated that he was not welcome.

“Tagor bring back woman. Marmut has rights.” he growled. Ilyra’s eyes went wide. After what Sharma had just explained to her, she knew exactly what he was here for and she became frightened. Sharma stood in front of her and scowled at Marmut, letting him know that Ilyra wasn’t a slave, but Tagor’s mate.

That didn’t seem to matter to Marmut, who grew enraged that Sharma would dare speak to him as such. He drew back his large fist and smashed Sharma in the face, sending the poor woman splashing into the water, where she floated and did not move.

Shivering in fright, Ilyra watched all this as Marmut turned toward her.

“ALL FOURS…NOW!!

Ilyra gulped and shook her head, concerned for Sharma, herself and the life of her unborn child.

“No. You will not touch me. I am not yours to command.” she stated, backing away slowly, into the water and toward Sharma’s unconcious form. She needed to put some space between herself and Marmut. Her magic, sensing her distress, began to tingle beneath her fingertips. It had been a very long time since she had used it and she didn’t know if she would be strong enough to do so. But she had to try.

She dipped her left hand into the water as she used her right to keep Sharma’s head above the waves so she wouldn’t drown in her unconcious state. Coldness surrounded her fingers and she flexed them as the magic within her slowly began to build.

If Marmut made to step toward her, she would use the waters of the falls to build a barrier of ice between the two women and the rampaging, horny Njada.

“Tagor…I need you!” she prayed, not knowing how long her magic would react to the threat.

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
February 02, 2014 07:15AM
The Njada lands – Village

Jamai was coming back from tending to the horses, when he saw one of Marmut’s slaves appear out from his tent. She was beaten and bleeding, and as the air hit her she collapsed on the ground. Jamai and a few of the nearby slaves raced to her aid, and on reaching her, Jamai pulled the girl’s head onto his lap, as he sang out for the Njada medicine woman for aid. The woman was hiccuping up blood, from internal injuries, and Jamai asked…begged..

“Who did this, Kaleaf?’

With a trembling body, her head jerked as another spasm gripped her.“Mar…Marmut…he…no…want…Kaleaf. Want…Togar..slave.” As the last word came out, the medicine woman arrived, only to see the slave girl stare into space, her body finally succumbing to death. The women surrounding Kaleaf and Jamai started wailing, as the Medicine woman started to speak rapidly in tongues. Marmut had killed his slave, so he could replace her with IIyra. Jamai laid Kalaef on the ground, as he used his fingers to close her eyes for the last time. If Marmut was prepared to do this, to get IIyra, what chance did a woman who was with IIyra stand. Immediately he realized that Sharma and IIyra were both in danger. He jumped to his feet and raced for Tagor’s tent, leaving behind the sobbing group of women around Kaleaf.

Reaching the tent, he didn’t bother to stop and call out, running in only to see it was empty. He did a mad search around the tent for clues to where the women would be and saw that the wash basket was gone.

“The falls!” His voice rang out and as he left the tent, Tagor was heading towards him. Tagor looked at him sternly, as Jamai appeared panic stricken. Would Marmut break the very rites of the women’s bathe spot? Looking over at the howling slaves, he knew the answer. He stared up at the hulking Njada and told him what he thought.

“Marmut kill his slave. He has gone after IIyra.”

“WHAT?!” Tagor thundered, enraged at the very notion another man, let alone his brother would dare so much as look at her. He then remembered the tradition and realized that Marmut thought he had the right. The large Njada looked about, then asked.

“Where is IIyra?”

Jamai already knew. “The falls. Washing.”

Without a moment to spare, the two men both dashed into the forest and raced to get to IIyra and Sharma, before it was too late.

Basalt Falls – Njada Lands

Sharma was unconscious in the waters, only being kept alive by IIyra holding her head up. the angered Njada; Marmut was being kept back by the ice barrier, but he had started to smash at it with his fists, determined to have what he wanted. As he pounded away at the ice slab, he didn’t hear the sound of Tagor and Jamai racing up behind him.

“MARMUT…BROTHER YOU GET AWAY FROM MY WOMAN!”

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Marmut spun around and there he saw the two men, and one of which was a seething Tagor, whose very veins were sticking out on his neck. Marmut spat at him. “Marmut has rights!” Jamai then bellowed. “Marmut killed own slave…to have IIyra. Marmut has NO rights to mate of Tagor.” Marmut withdrew a large dagger from his sheath, crazed by his need to rut with the Winter elf. He slashed at Tagor in defiance, but Tagor was faster, seizing Marmut’s wrist as the slash missed, and then broke Marmut’s arm in a fit of rage that was explosive. The very bone broke free through his flesh, and this sent Marmut crashing to his knees. Marmut screamed in agony, as Tagor took up the dagger, and then in one fitting blow, he slashed his own brother’s throat. Blood poured out of the wound, as Marmut gasped, and then collapsed on the grassy moss rocks, dead.

Jamai who was partially in shock, could see Sharma floating in the waters, and raced into the water to drag her out, as Tagor dropped the dagger, and walked to his woman, stepping over the broken pieces of ice. He went into the water, and then….he knelt down and placed his forehead to her belly, wrapping his powerful arms around her.

“Tagor…. kill for you.”

And he had.

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Re: The Central Kingdoms: Noriand [RP]
February 02, 2014 08:42AM
Ilyra’s hand was beginning to tremble and it wasn’t long before Marmut began to smash through the barrier of ice that she had built before them. She could feel herself weakening as her magic struggled to stabilize. But it had been so long since it was used.

Marmut’s roar of rage echoed all around as he finally smashed the last bits of the barrier away. Ilyra dropped her hand, trembling all over as she struggled with Sharma in her arms. He made to move toward her, ready to take what he thought was his when Tagor’s shout made him turn around.

“MARMUT…BROTHER YOU GET AWAY FROM MY WOMAN!” he roared.

Snarling, Marmut demanded what was his by right to which Tagor stated that Marmut had no right to covet another man’s mate. Marmut had broken several of their village’s laws and Tagor, as their leader, had every right to do what happened next.

Ilyra screamed when Marmut withdrew a curved dagger and made for Tagor with it. If he could kill his own brother, he would have what he long desired…control of the people and a beautiful woman to go along with that.

But there was a problem with that plan. He underestimated Tagor’s fierce determination to protect his mate and unborn child. As he slashed at the clan leader, and missed, Tagor took opportunity by the throat and grabbed at Marmut, snapping his arm and sending the broken bone piercing through the skin. Screaming in agony, Marmut fell to his knees, cradling his arm as he glared at his brother. Tagor grabbed the dagger and in one swipe across Marmut’s throat, sent the man to meet his death.

As the body collapsed to the ground, Tagor was splashing toward Ilyra, who was trembling from head to toe at what nearly happened. Granted, she was used to being raped…but the ferocity Marmut displayed toward her scared her to death. Jamai tended to Sharma, who was slowly coming around as Tagor, knelt before Ilyra, pressing his cheek to her stomach, wrapping his arms around her.

She took comfort in his strength, wrapping trembling arms around his head and pressing a cheek to his hair.

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“Tagor…kill for you.” he stated. 4 words that meant so much to the elven woman. In a short amount of time, Tagor had come to mean so much to her, and she to him if his actions previously were anything to go by.

“Ilyra thankful to Tagor for his honor and protection.” she whispered, her trembling slowly subsiding as her mate held her close. She pressed her hands to his cheeks, so to get him to look at her. When he did so, she placed a warm and gentle kiss to his forehead.

Sharma, who was leaning against Jamai, a bruise forming at her eye and temple, stared at the two of them.

“Ilyra good for Master. Both shall be happy.” she whispered. Jamai couldn’t agree more.

 

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